KISS OR KILL (2/?)
Willow stared at him, her face disbelieving. "This is a joke right?
You're really some guy Buffy found that looked a lot like Spike. I mean,
ha ha. Where's the camera?"
Spike leaned against a tree, his eyes watching her in amusement. "Do you
really think there are two of me, luv?"
"Only in my dreams" Willow muttered softly to herself, her face flushing
as one of those dreams came to mind. Vivid details of what two Spike's
had done to her made her breath catch slightly.
Spike heard her soft spoken words but chose to ignore them, for the
moment. "What is the choice pet? I am not a patient man."
"What was the question?" Willow asked, confused. If this wasn't a joke,
what was it? There was no way that Spike, the gorgeous hunk of undead
salty goodness, had said he wanted to kiss her. She was insane. That
must be it. The hellmouth had finally gotten to her. Soon, she'd see the
men in white coats coming for her.
"Kiss or kill?" Spike said, watching the emotions flicker across her
face. Her face was almost like a window into her mind. He found him
fascinated by her.
"That's a trick question right? I mean, if I say kill, I died. If I say
kiss, you laugh your ass off then I die. I don't think I like the
outcome of either of those scenarios."
"You're babbling Red. Give me an answer." Spike demanded, his blue eyes
looking at her.
"Well, uh, I babble a lot. Especially when I realize that my death is
moments away. I mean, I'm only 16. Too young to die, but rather old for
the hellmouth. Surprised I lasted this long. And at least it is you and
not Angelus. I think it would be tough to know he was the one who sunk
his teeth into my neck and lapped up my blood."
"Enough! Now, Red" Spike demanded, hating the image she painted of his
sire getting her first.
"Uh, kiss. Cause if I am going to die, I'd love to do so thinking about
what you taste like rather than just simpl" her words were caught by his
mouth.
Willow moaned softly as she moved against him. She felt desire shoot
through her as she brought her hands up behind his head, bringing him
closer. His tongue slipped into her mouth, caressing hers before luring
it into his. She felt his hand on her waist as the other drifted up to
cup her breast. She arched against him, rubbing her body against his
erection. Warning bells went off in her head as she felt the hardness of
him against her stomach. She pulled away, her breathing ragged. "What
was that?"
Spike laughed, "If you have to ask that, we may be in for a very long
night."
Willow blushed at his remark, "I mean...uh...you're killing me now
aren't you?"
Spike shook his head, "What is it with you and that death wish, pet? No,
I have another question for you, my luv."
"What?" Willow asked, arousal in her green eyes.
He grinned wickedly, "Shag or kill?"