GOING ONCE (23/?)
 

"Ha, another point for me," Willow said, laughing as she watched the ball go
into the small opening. "Hole in one!"
 

"Yeah, yeah," Spike muttered, shaking his head as he smiled. "Quit rubbing it
in, Tiger."
 

"That makes four doesn't it?" she asked with an innocent expression as he
stuck his tongue out at her. Laughing, she moved forward and retrieved her
green ball. She stood back, watching as Spike moved towards his ball. He
acted so serious, his eyes studying the angles and his body getting his
stance just right. He reached back and swung, knocking the poor ball out of
the lane and into the bushes behind this particular hole. She chewed on her
lip to keep from laughing at his sullen expression. "Have you lost another
one?"
 

"Shut up," he said, giving her a glare as he moved to the bushes to retrieve
the damn blue ball. "Is it my fault they make these lanes too small?"
 

"You're using too much power, too much force. This isn't regular golf, Spike.
You have to be slow and use short strokes," she explained, having watched him
send the ball out of the lane on every one of the seven holes they had played
so far. He was just too strong for miniature golf.
 

"Don't tell me about my strokes," he said, pausing to give her a friendly
leer, "I've never had anyone complain before."
 

"Oh you," she felt the heat cover her face as he laughed before going back to
search for his ball. She stormed away from him moving to the eighth hole
without him. If he didn't want to listen, fine. This was one game she'd win
easily.
 

Spike found his ball and marked an X on the seventh hole on his score card.
He should just give up, take her bowling or something where he could whack
the ball as hard as he could without losing. Instead, he stood and watched
her, enjoying the view. She was so careful when putting, her eyes measuring
things he probably didn't even know about. When she hit the ball, he could
see the retraint and the gentleness. The ball did exactly what she wanted,
usually ending up in the damn hole or resting in a place where she could
easily sink it with a second hit. His flew from the lane and ended up in
bushes or the small river running through the golf course. He had to wonder
if she'd have that same concentration when he took her to his bed. Groaning,
he looked down to see his pants growing increasingly tighter. Seeing her pert
little ass wiggle like that coupled with the direction of his thoughts was
wreaking havoc on his libido. "Just hit the damn ball."
 

Willow looked at him in surprise at hearing the husky command. She froze when
she saw his eyes, stormy blue with emotions that she didn't understand. She
looked away, staring at her ball as she gathered her thoughts. She hit it,
watching as it rolled close to its destination. Moving to the side, she
gestured, "Your turn."
 

He put his ball down with force, counting to ten over and over as he willed
his desire away. It wasn't working. It had been weeks of this build up, of
the passion reaching a point that he could no longer ignore. Damn it, this
was not how he wanted their evening to go. With him barely in control,
wanting nothing more than to claim her and brand her as his and her
completely lost in her innocent world of just friends, having no idea the
true direction his thoughts took when looking at her.
 

"Spike, listen," she said, moving to lay her club down and going to him.
"Hold it like this," she moved her small arms around him, breathing in the
scent of leather and tobacco and smelling the underlying scent of her own
vanilla body wash mixed with citrus from her shampoo. She had never imagined
vanilla and citrus being quite as intoxicating as they were when mixed with
Spike's unique scent. She felt her nipples tightening as they brushed against
his back. He froze at her touch and she could have sworn that she heard him
inhale sharply. She put her hands on his, enjoying the feel of his cool flesh
before trying to get her mind on the task at hand, which was getting him to
not send the ball into outer space. She drew his arms back and swung,
watching as the ball moved directly into the hole, causing her to laugh,
"See? That's all it takes."
 

Spike opened his eyes as she moved away from him, his blue eyes dark with
lust and need as they looked at the hole. He growled softly, his demon taking
over as his desire overtook him. Her body against his had been too much. He
might have been able to fight it until he was safe in his room, but she'd
touched him. He turned to face her, seeing her smile before his arms snaked
around her. He pulled her against him, knowing there was no way of concealing
his erection as he pulled her body flush against his. He heard her cry of
surprise before his mouth took hers, his tongue sweeping inside as he opened
her mouth to protest or argue or whatever. His hand moved behind her, resting
on her ass cheek as he moved his pelvis against hers, needing any sort of
contact with her. His hips rocked against her, his cock moving against the
zipper of his jeans straining to get free and to enter her tight warmth. His
free hand moved up to knead her breast, his thumb brushing against her hard
nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra. He felt her hands hesitantly
move along his back, one moving into his hair as she held him in place. He
growled against her mouth as he moved her towards a tree that stood beside
the course. Pushing her against it, his hand slid under her ass to pull her
up. Her legs moved around his waist as his cock came in  contact with the
juncture between thighs, denim from both of them keeping it from making
direct contact. He heard her soft cry of pleasure as she pushed against him,
moving her pelvis against his. The scent of their arousal was overwhelming,
an intoxicating scent that made his demon push against her with more
deliberate movements. He felt the tension move over him, his thrusts becoming
faster as they moved against each other, their mouths still joined, his hand
on her breast, his squeezing more becoming rough as he neared his release.
When he felt it coming, he pulled away from her mouth, giving out an
animalistic growl as he came, his eyes flashing yellow as he moved to capture
her own cry of release, biting into her lip as he felt the need to have her
blood.
 

Willow felt the slight pain of his bite but was too busy riding out the
remains of her most explosive orgasm to worry. She felt the wetness coating
her panties and knew that her jeans must be soaked. The bark from the tree
was rubbing against her back, scraping her shirt with every thrust. Dazed,
she looked at the night sky, wondering what had just happened. She and Spike
had just had sex. True, clothes had gotten in the way of actual consummation,
but it had been explosive sex. She could feel their release against the denim
of her jeans. If she had been wearing a skirt, she knew that it would have
been actual sex between them. Distantly, she heard children laughing and
remembered where they were. She pulled her mouth free from his, her legs
falling from their place around his waist. She pushed him away even though
she wanted to keep holding him against her. It felt right, being in his arms.
But anyone could see them.
 

Spike felt her push him away, moved away from her, his eyes confused as he
realized that he had just cum in his pants, like some silly boy. He looked at
her, seeing her hair and the wet spot on her jeans, seeing the flushed face
and the way that she wasn't looking at him, her lips torn from his bite, her
shirt pushed up over her breast. Blimey, he'd been an animal. He'd taken her
against a tree in a damn miniature golf course. He hadn't had enough control
to move away from her. And damn it if he didn't want to do it again. This
time without the clothes. He cursed, running a hand over his face as he
realized that he had fucked up. He had intended to wait until after the
auction, after she was in love with him, before making a damn fool of
himself. "I'm a bastard. I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."
 

Willow swallowed as she looked at the ground, hurt by his words. He hadn't
wanted her. She didn't understand what had happened, why he had done it, if
he didn't want her. He was apologizing...he hadn't meant for it to happen.
The most fantastic experience of her rather dismal sexual life and he hadn't
meant it. She took a deep breath as her hand smoothed down her hair, "It's
OK. We got carried away. Friends do that at times, I'm sure."
 

"I hurt you," he whispered, his hand moving to trace her torn lip. She moved
her head away from his touch, not sure if she could act so brave and
nonchalant if he touched her. He thought it was because she was disgusted at
what had happened between them and pulled back, his eyes growing cold as he
shut down. "It won't happen again."
 

"Spike," she sighed, not knowing what to say. I want you, I love you, I hate
these damn jeans for getting in the way. What could she possibly say? She had
no idea why he had done that, why he had just dry humped her against the
tree. Feeling the wetness of her jeans, she realized that dry wasn't exactly
the right word. She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw that he was
gone. He had left her. She let out a shaky breath as she slid down the tree,
sitting on her butt as she rested her head against her knees. She was so
confused.