GOOBERS (7/?)
Willow shifted in her seat, her long skirt tangling in her legs. She
grimaced, wishing she had just worn jeans. But, no. Stupid her had
worn
a new skirt to try to impress Spike. It was beautiful, falling to her
ankles in vibrant golds, reds and blues. But, sitting in a chair, it
was
annoying as hell to deal with. She heard Spike chuckle and knew what
he
must thinking. Damn annoying idiot.
The movie was about half over. Spike could smell her slight arousal
in
the air. He recognized her scent immediately. Smiling in the darkness,
he decided that it was time. He owed her for her teasing earlier. She
was about to find out how he repaid his debts. He moved his arm from
around her shoulders, moving to the other side of his chair. He saw
her
glance at him and would have smiled if he weren't trying to act as
though he were ignoring her. She frowned and turned back to the movie.
Perfect.
Willow couldn't believe him. Spend an hour teasing her with his soft
caresses only to pull away and act like she was diseased or something.
She hated him. She wondered again why on Earth she had fallen in love
with him. He was annoying and sarcastic and rude and really didn't
like
any of her friends. But, he was also gentle and caring and intelligent
and handsome and funny and he took care of what he loved. She heard
him
shift in his chair and kept her attention on the movie in front of
her.
He was trying to get her to beg. Well, it wouldn't happen. She took
her
soda from the cup holder and put the straw in her mouth. Suddenly,
she
felt a slight movement on her leg. She gasped almost choking on her
soda
when she felt his head between her thighs.
Willow saw her skirt lift as she felt his lips on her leg. She coughed,
her soda going down the wrong way. Riley looked over at her, "You ok?"
She felt Spike's mouth drift higher, "Uh huh" she said in a strangled
whisper as his tongue ran over the cotton of her panties. She whimpered
slightly, getting a strange look from Riley.
"Where's Spike?" Riley asked, seeing the empty seat beside the redhead.
Willow felt the material of her panties moved to the side as Spike's
tongue came in direct contact with her clit. She tightened her grip
on
the side of her chair, not even hearing Riley's question. She shifted
lower in her seat, her skirt covering his head completely.
"Willow? Where's Spike?" Riley hissed, wondering if the blonde had gone
for more food. Then worried about what sort of food he might have gone
for.
"He uh" Willow said, her voice slightly breathless as Spike found her
spot. She moaned softly, clearing her voice, "went for some air...."
Riley nodded, wondering what was happening to the girl. She was acting
very strange. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yessssss" she hissed, her eyes watching the screen.
He nodded, deciding it must be a female thing. He turned back to watch
the movie, the redhead beside him soon forgotten as he became interested
in the plot.
Willow moved slightly forward, moving against Spike's face. She couldn't
believe him. Any one of her friends could suddenly notice the rather
large lump under her skirt. Did he have no shame? She felt his finger
slide into her, her hand reaching for the popcorn. She put some in
her
mouth, knowing if she didn't she might let out a scream. She continued
to eat her way through the orgasm that rocked her body, wetting the
bottom of her skirt as well as Spike's face. Her breathing was ragged
as
he shifted, the skirt falling back into place.
Spike sat back down, licking his lips as he looked at her passion glazed
face. She was wide eyed, her face flushed in the lights of the movie.
He
could still taste her. His cock hardened as he imagined taking her
right
there in that chair, slayer be damned. Of course, he couldn't do that.
He had to wait. How bloody long was this damn movie anyway? He was
beginning to think it would never end. Playing it cool, he winked at
her. Smirking, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Gotcha." before
settling back in place, his attention on the movie.