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Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Notes: Season 6, my own verse as usual
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~Part 1~
Patrol had been quiet, rather boring. Xander and Anya had left early, having plans to see a concert and have dinner. Buffy had made plans with Dawn. That had left Willow and Spike alone to finish the patrol. Willow had lost Tara several months before, the blonde having moved to Seattle. In the end, she knew it was for the best, but she still missed her lover and, even more, her friend. She hated to be stuck with Spike for the last sweep of the patrol. He confused her. There were times that she felt that they were friends, having easy conversations about every subject imaginable. Then, at others, he'd glare at her or ignore her completely. Tonight was definitely one of the ignoring nights. He hadn't said two words to her all evening, not even looking at her when Buffy had left to meet Dawn.
She walked behind him, keeping her eyes open, knowing that getting herself lost in thought could result in getting them both killed. Too often she'd let her mind wander when she was with Spike. He was one of the main reasons that Tara had left, in fact. Well, besides a full scholarship offer and a change of scenery. She and Tara had talked about the move for hours. Tara had wanted Willow to join her in Seattle, but Willow had known that wasn't an option. She was needed in Sunnydale. She loved Tara but she would not move. Tara had been wonderful, a true friend. She knew that they had been drifting apart for months, having settled into a friendship more than a relationship. Tara had been the one to see that she was growing feelings for Spike of all people. Willow still, two months later, wasn't sure what she felt for Spike. All she knew was that she and Tara had parted as friends, still kept in touch weekly, and that she had moved in with Buffy and Dawn. Oh, and that Spike still confused the hell out of her.
"Damn it, Red, pay attention," he cursed as he noticed her trip on a raised tree root.
"Sorry," she mumbled, glaring at him.
"There's nothing here," he decided, eyes narrowing as he watched her rub her ankle. He found a stray cigarette and lit it, looking away from her. "Patrol is over."
"Fine," she said, wincing as she rubbed skin torn by the tree bark. It had torn her sock and cut her flesh, drawing a faint line of blood. "I'm going home."
He turned and watched her walk away, blue eyes sweeping over her body as she walked slowly, favoring her left foot. She'd hurt it, he decided, cursing under his breath as he tossed his smoke to the ground and moved up behind her. "What the hell did you do?"
"Don't do that!" she shrieked as he snuck up behind her, his words catching her by surprise. She stumbled, his hands catching her from falling.
"You know, Red, you don't have to fall at my feet to show me you care," he said, his lips twitching slightly in amusement as she glared at him, a faint blush crossing her face.
"Go to hell," she said sweetly as she tried to straighten herself, his hands on her arms preventing her from much movement.
"Only if you go with me," he shot back, pushing her towards the ground into a sitting position.
"Only if I can be the one torturing you," she mumbled as she felt the ground under her butt, her green eyes glaring at his heavy handed actions.
"Promises, promises," he said, blue eyes darkening at that train of thought. Shaking his head, he pushed her back and grabbed her foot, listening as she sputtered in outrage.
"Damn it, Spike. Stop this," she said, her hands catching herself before her back hit the ground. "It's just a cut."
"I'll be the judge of that," he said, giving her a look that told her to shut up. He held her foot, looking at the cut. He ran his thumb over the blood, bringing it to his mouth, his tongue lazily licking the substance as he seemed to forget she was sitting there.
Willow gulped, wondering if it was perverse for her to find the sight of him licking her blood from his thumb arousing. If so, she must be a big old pervert because she was growing moist from his actions. The slight pain was forgotten as his eyes closed as he moaned softly, so softly she wasn't sure if she had heard it. She whimpered as his hand tightened on her foot, his eyes snapping open as gold eyes found hers. She couldn't move as his demon stared at her, hunger and need and lust catching her completely by surprise. She watched as he looked down, his features returning to normal, his eyes cold, unreadable. He stood, letting her foot drop to the ground.
"It's just a cut," he said huskily, not looking at her. "It will be fine." With that, he turned and walked away.
~Part 2~
She gaped after him, her mouth hanging open. That was it? He arouses her then turns and leaves? Who the hell did he think he was? She got to her feet, ignoring the slight twinge from her cut and stalked after him. She had gone a few dozen feet when she noticed that he had disappeared. With a frown, she looked around, not seeing any trace of him. She was about to call out, see if he was just playing with her, when a hand covered her mouth. She began to struggle before the familiar scent of cigarettes and leather penetrated her mind.
"Shh," Spike whispered, pulling her against him as he retreated into the trees. "There's something out there."
"Let me go," she said, though with his hand covering her mouth, it came out, "Whe mm mbh."
"Quit moving," he warned in a low voice, her body too close. Considering his reaction to her not five minutes before, dangerously close. He was still hard, his demon still too close to the surface. If she continued to push her warm little body against him, he wasn't sure how much control he could maintain.
She stopped moving, hoping that he might relinquish his hold on her if she were still. Not that she minded being this close to him, his arm against her stomach, his mouth so close to her ear, his, her eyes widened as she felt his hardness against her butt. Curiosity entered her eyes as she pushed back slightly, rubbing her jean clad ass against the front of his jeans. She heard him growl a warning and almost laughed. He wanted her. He might be able to deny it with every colorful word ever spoken, but she had evidence of his arousal pushing against her. That's why he had left so quickly. He'd been running away, like some frightened schoolboy. It would have been amusing if she hadn't been dealing with issues of her own arousal and need.
"Willow," he growled the warning into her ear as his hands moved to hold onto her hips, keeping her still. The little witch was deliberately trying to arouse him. Didn't she know not to provoke a demon? Someone should teach her a lesson. Visions of exactly what he could teach her flashed in his mind, causing him to harden even more.
She felt his fingers digging into her hips, his hand having left her mouth to hold her still. She'd preferred the freedom of the other way, with his body against hers, his erection pressing into her...boy, it was getting warm. She was about to speak, ask him to please let her go, knowing that if she stayed this close to him for much longer that she might do something really stupid, like ask him to never let go, when she heard it. A shuffling. She looked through the branches, her eyes widening when she saw three demons move into view. She glanced back at Spike, gasping as her face almost touched his. He was so close, his eyes watching the demons though she could see a muscle in his cheek twitching letting her know that he was aware of her eyes on him. Goddess, he has beautiful eyes, she decided. His face was perfect, all angles and smooth skin, seemingly sculpted by the gods themselves. She looked away, feeling rather silly for her thoughts. This was Spike. Good old Spike. Funny, smart, charming, gorgeous, sexy Spike. She felt her stomach tighten as his right hand moved from her hip, resting flat against her stomach as he leaned forward slightly, studying the demons. She closed her eyes as awareness spread over her body and mind. She wanted Spike.
~Part 3~
Willow was stunned at her realization. Sure, she'd always felt an attraction to the sarcastic blond, maybe even had a bit of a crush on him, but the feelings of lust that were running through her now went way beyond those of a crush. This was need, pure desire, raw lust. She gulped, a bit overwhelmed by her emotions. She'd never felt anything like this before and was rather unaccustomed to dealing with it. She tried to concentrate on the three demons, ridding her mind of thoughts of pushing Spike to the ground and riding him in the moonlight. A rush of heat spread over her as that particular thought was elaborated by her mind. Bad mind, she scolded, closing her eyes as she imagined clothes landing on the ground around them.
Her eyes flew open as she felt him move, his body pushing into hers as he looked at the demons. Demons, Willow, she told herself. Think about the demons. No more naughty thoughts about Spike. In a strangled whisper, she asked, "What are they?"
Spike glanced at her, eyebrow raising as he took in the flushed cheeks, wet lips and desire filled eyes. The scent of her arousal seemed to increase whenever he touched her. To test his theory, he moved again, seemingly to look at the demons. He heard her soft groan and almost smiled. Willow wanted him. The knowledge was surprising but welcome. He'd wanted the little witch for months, fighting his desire to simply lock her in a room and shag her like crazy. He had tried to forget his lust, knowing that it wouldn't do to push the issue.
First, she'd never seemed to think of him in *that* way, not the same way he thought of her. In a naked bodies rubbing together, sweaty, grunting, biting, squeezing, pleasurable kind of way. He liked to think of her as a friend, causing him to grimace as he realized how pathetic that sounded. Not pursuing her in fear of losing her friendship. Second, he'd not fancied the slayer staking his ass which she would have done if he had kidnapped an unwilling Willow and seduced her body and mind. Now, a willing Willow? Well, that was an entirely different story, wasn't it? He smiled as he realized he had just been given a perfect window of opportunity. He was never one ignore opportunity. He studied the demons, recognizing them as a peaceful race of travelers. They were absolutely harmless.
"Spike?" she said his name, seeing him staring at the demons with a thoughtful look in those beautiful blue eyes, a slight smile on his lips.
Spike looked at her, the smile fading as he said, "They're Lujickons. Heard of them?"
She shook her head, trying to ignore what his voice whispering in her ear was doing to her body.
A gleam of triumph entered his eyes that Willow missed as she peered at the three demons. He moved his lips closer to her ear, "They're bad news, luv. We'd better follow them, see what they're doing here in Sunnydale. They can be very dangerous, pet."
~Part 4~
"Follow them?" Willow squeaked, not sure if her pulse was racing because of the threat that the demons posed or because of how close Spike was standing. Either way, her heartbeat was rapidly pounding at what had to be double its normal speed.
"Uh huh," he murmured in her ear, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the sweet scent of her arousal and forming a delicious aroma he believed he might be happy smelling for the remainder of his unlife.
"But, shouldn't we get Buffy?" Willow asked, trying to ignore the fact that his lips were only a slight turn away from hers. She felt him brush against her back again and her breath caught. This was ridiculous, she decided. Growing wet from the casual touch. She felt more aroused the longer they stood there, his body so close to hers.
"No," he said sharply, slowly smiling as he heard her gasp as he bumped into her again. Oh, this was fun. "Not until we know what we're dealing with. For all we know, they may not pose any threat."
"You said they were dangerous," she reminded, risking a glance at him. Goddess, he was beautiful. She pulled herself from those thoughts as she continued, "You said that they were bad news."
"I might be wrong," he said with a shrug, "better to know what we're up against before involving the bitch."
"Her name is Buffy," Willow said with a frown as she looked back at the demons that were speaking together in hushed tones. What he said made sense, in a way. Buffy wasn't the most patient person in the world, and would probably kill the demons rather than deal with asking questions and waiting for answers. Besides, in a purely selfish way, it meant she got to spend just a little bit more time with Spike. "You're right. We should just follow them before contacting Buffy."
"I'm usually right," he said arrogantly as he flashed her a confident smile as his left hand searched for his cigarettes.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded in a whisper, glaring at him.
"Well, luv, I'm about to have me a fag as we wait," he said, finally finding what he was looking for.
"I could so take that statement somewhere, but I'll leave it for now to ask if you're crazy!" Willow said, taking the Marlboro from him.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, pet, and then give me back my smoke," he said, eyes glinting.
"If you light this, they'll smell it. How can we follow them if you're leaving a cloud of smoke like some train?" she asked.
"Bloody hell!" he cursed, seeing her point but realizing what it meant. "You mean I can't smoke?"
"Whining does not become you," she said with slight amusement as he glared at her.
"Bossy little human," he muttered, his eyes moving to the demons and noticing that they were gone. "Great. Just great. We already lost them!"
~Part 5~
"They're gone?" Willow repeated with surprise as she looked to the now empty clearing. "Drat, they're gone."
"Drat?" he repeated, arching a brow as he looked at her, shaking his head as he decided to let that drop, "You have a remarkable way of stating the obvious, Red."
"Where did they go?" Willow asked as she looked around, not seeing any sign of the demons that had just been there.
"That's a good question," he said, making a face as he studied the clearing. This latest development was not good at all. To be with her, they needed demons to follow. Without demons, she'd run back home and he'd be alone. He sighed, muttering, "If I were a scary demon, where would I go?"
"You don't think you're a scary demon?" she asked him, a bit surprised at the words she heard him speaking.
"Hmm?" he glanced at her, realizing he had spoken out loud. He contemplated her for a moment, seeing that she was serious. "We both know that I'm not scary anymore, luv. Bloody implant pretty much guarantees that."
"I don't know," she said, searching his eyes as she admitted, "Even with the implant, I think you're pretty scary."
"Really?" he smiled a true smile, her words pleasing him. "You think I'm scary?"
She shrugged, "Sometimes."
"You don't consider me some neutered puppy?" he asked, finding the faint blush that covered her cheeks fascinating. "A helpless non-biting vamp?"
"You're anything but helpless," she said, moving away from him as she was reminded that they were still standing so close together when he moved to look into her eyes.
He looked after her, the smile still on his lips as he realized that the night was not going to go as he had originally planned. Oh well, he liked surprises. And it seemed that his redhead might be the biggest surprise of the evening.
"I can't believe we lost them already," Willow said, finding it almost funny. She looked at him and giggled, covering her mouth as her eyes widened at the sound.
"Guess that means I can smoke," he said, his eyes flashing with amusement as she tried to keep from laughing. He lit his cigarette, his eyes searching the area but always ending up back on her. "I think I know which way they went."
"Really?" she asked, openly smiling at his arrogant, know it all tone.
"They went," he looked in every direction before looking back at her, smiling as he pointed, "that way."
She looked in the direction he indicated, not seeing anything that would indicate the demons having taken that path. She looked back at him, a strange tingle forming in her tummy at the look in his eyes. He was happy, she realized. Amused and enjoying this entire fiasco. Deciding to ignore the warning in her mind to run back home and lock the door, she smiled shyly, deciding to take a chance. "I guess that means we're going that way."
He visibly relaxed at her words, having seen the hesitation in her eyes. He moved towards her, tossing the remains of his smoke to the ground, "We'd better go. Don't want them to get too far ahead."
"No, we don't," she agreed, walking beside him as she began to wonder what exactly they were really looking for that night.
~Part 6~
"Are you sure they went this way?" Willow asked after they had walked for twenty minutes.
Spike glanced at her and scowled, "Are you doubting me, luv?"
"It would look that way, yes," she said, not able to resist a small smile at his expression.
"Cheeky brat," he muttered as he turned to survey the dark street they were on. He closed his eyes, sniffing the air as he tried to detect the direction the demons had gone. He had a brief moment of wondering if he should just stop now, before Willow found out that the evil demons were really harmless. He felt her move, inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender, licked his lips involuntarily as he tried to concentrate on the demons he was hunting and not the human beside him.
"You okay?" she asked when she heard him groan softly. She looked at him, seeing that his eyes were closed and that his body was tense. She felt a wave of arousal wash over her as his tongue darted out and moved over his lips. Goddess, if she felt like this just watching him, what would her body do if they ever touched? She wondered if she would ever find out.
"Fine," he said tightly, cursing the instant erection that seemed to accompany being around Willow. How he could be so excited just by listening to her voice and smelling her, he didn't understand. She was just some silly human, the slayer's best friend. He should hate her, detest her, want to kill her. But no, he couldn't possibly react like any normal, sane vampire. He had to develop feelings for her. Feelings! Vampires weren't supposed to feel anything for humans. He'd already suffered through a miserable crush on the damn slayer of all people, finally getting over that when he realized that he really couldn't stand the selfish little bitch after all. This thing with Willow though, it was not fading. If anything, it was getting worse every time he was with her. She made him feel things, made him want things, made his demon want things. It was the demon that had done it, he decided. His demon had never wanted anyone the way it seemed to want Willow. Not even his sire had caused such a reaction to his demon, and he had been completely devoted to Drusilla. It left him a bit lost, if truth be known. With Willow, he was reminded that he was a vampire but also that he was a man.
"All righty then," Willow said, disbelief in her voice. He had been standing for at least two minutes with his eyes closed, concentrating on something. She could feel the tension radiating from him, and it scared yet excited her. He was so dangerous, even with the chip. It was the danger that lured her, she knew. The idea that he was a demon, one of the most sadistic vampires according to the journals, but that he could now be her friend too. He was so complex and confusing and special. She was fascinated by him, had been even before these weird feelings had begun. That night, a couple years before, when he had offered her a choice, she had looked into those blue eyes and known, known instantly, that she wanted to be with him for eternity. She would have given herself to him that night, knowing what it would be, knowing that she would have killed her friends and become a demon, and not caring because she'd have been with him. The chip had prevented that, thankfully. She hadn't been ready to die and didn't want to kill her friends. In the end, she had decided that she'd been depressed and that was the cause for her reaction. She'd met Tara and begun a relationship, ignoring any desire or emotions for Spike. Now, though, she couldn't ignore it. She wanted him, might even be in love with him, and it scared her at the same time it made her happy.
"They went this way," he decided after he had collected his thoughts. He opened his eyes, looking at her as he motioned.
"Let's go, then," she said, starting to move in the direction he indicated.
"Just like that?" he asked, a bit surprised.
She caught his eyes and smiled softly, "I trust you."
He resisted the urge to kiss her then, still not sure what her exact feelings were, not wanting to lose her from his life. Those three words, spoken with such sincerity, meant more to him than she would ever guess. He quickly hid his elation and nonchalantly took her hand as he moved forward, "We'll catch up to them, Red."
~Part: 7~
"I just don't see it," Willow said, shaking her head as she glanced at Spike, trying to keep the smile from her face.
"How can you not?" he asked in disbelief, his amusement evident in his tone.
"Elvis was better than the Beatles," Willow said, watching him shake his head this time. "Hey, don't get me wrong. The Beatles are great, love them, but Elvis in *king*!"
"Some silly yank that twisted his pelvis around and made you girlies scream," Spike said, rolling his eyes. "The Beatles are far better, luv. And that's that."
"Oh, really?" Willow looked at him, seeing the stubborn gleam in his eyes and had to laugh, knowing that it was pointless to argue. "Whatever. You do realize that it's been nearly an hour now and we still haven't found those demons?"
"That's it? Whatever?" he said, arching a brow as he realized that he had enjoyed their comfortable arguing. It had been rather fun, seeing her eyes spark. They'd argued about everything from best movie to best actor to music. Oddly enough, they had rather similar tastes, having to admit that the other's choice wasn't really bad, it just wasn't right. The rest of her words finally registered and he felt a slight wave of guilt come over him. He'd forgotten the demons. How could he have been so bloody stupid? They were the very reason he was out here now, having strange and amusing conversations with Willow. How could he have forgotten them? He ran a hand through his hair as he looked around the dark river front. With a sheepish smile, he finally decided to be honest for once and admitted, "Well, Red, I sort of forgot that we were looking for them."
"You forgot?" Willow looked at him in surprise, her eyes widening slightly as she thought over his words. Why had he forgotten? She asked, "When exactly did you forget about them?"
Spike shrugged, "Sometime during the discussion of The Doors versus the Rolling Stones, I figure."
"Spike! That was half an hour ago!" Willow pointed out. "They could be anywhere!"
"Hey, now," he said defensively, "I don't remember seeing you looking into any corners or searching any doorways, so don't take that tone with me."
"Oh, that's good," she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she began to seethe, "turn this around and try to blame me. Nothing is ever your fault, is it Spike?"
"There are plenty of things that have been my fault, pet," he said, "but this isn't one of them. We *both* forgot. Own up to your actions, luv. It was stupid and irresponsible, true, but it happened."
"I don't do stupid things," she said after several moments of silence, knowing that his words were true. They'd both forgotten. Why? The reason they were together was to search for the could be evil demons. Why then had they not been searching? They'd spent the time talking instead, talking and arguing. Her face flushed as she realized that she had been flirting with Spike. Hours of flirting with him, teasing and testing, trying to see if he saw her as anything except Buffy's mousy friend. She'd been so preoccupied with flirting that the demons had slipped her mind. There could be people dead because of her and her stupid flirting. She felt guilty as her eyes looked at the wet pavement.
"Somehow I believe that," he muttered, hating the fact that he felt guilty for making her feel guilty. Should he admit it now, confess that he'd made up the evil part of the demon's profile in order to spend some slayer-free time with her? She looked up then, her green eyes finding his. His breath would have caught had he had any. Instead, he found himself drawn to her, not caring how complicated things were becoming, not caring that this was wrong, not even caring that the slayer could very well stake him when this was all over. All he cared about was her.
"Spike?" her voice was soft, hesitant as she watched him, not sure what he was doing, struck by the way his eyes were looking at her. She felt his fingers on her cheek, saw the question in his eyes, knew without thinking what her answer was going to be. A small smile crossing her face as she said, "This is very, very stupid," her words trailed off as his lips caught hers, her body moving against his as they kissed.
~Part: 8~
Spike was kissing her. This had to be another dream. A wonderful realistic dream that she never wanted to end. No, it wasn't a dream. It was better, much better. She felt the wall behind her as he moved them, his hand tangling in her red hair as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Her body was on fire, wishing he'd just kiss her and stop the teasing. She gasped when she felt him nibble of her lip, giving him the opening he needed. He moved, his tongue claiming her mouth. She returned the favor, needing to taste him. He tasted of butterscotch and a flavor that was uniquely Spike. She'd never tasted anything so delicious. She whimpered when she felt his erection against her stomach, needing it inside, deep inside. God, she'd never wanted anything as much as she wanted Spike.
She tasted better than he had ever imagined. Intoxicating, sweet, spicy. He felt her move against him, heard the need in her moans, wanted nothing more than to give her what she so desperately wanted, but he didn't. He wasn't going to fuck her against the wall in some alley like it meant nothing more than sex. He needed her to know, to understand, to realize that this was something important, that he cared about her, that it wasn't going to be a one time thing. He'd lost so much in his life. He wasn't going to lose her. He felt her hand on his stomach, his control slipping as he felt the warm fingers draw circles over his flesh before dipping into the waist of his jeans. Reluctantly, he pulled back, his eyes moving over her face. Her lips were red, her face flushed, her eyes shining with arousal and desire. He grabbed her hand before she reached her goal, shaking his head slightly, "Not here, luv. Not in some dirty alley."
"Spike," she would have winced at the whine in her voice if she hadn't been so aroused that it didn't matter. "I want you. In me. Now."
"You don't know what you're saying, pet. Your mind is all confused from lust. I want our first time together to be perfect, something you'll never forget during our eternity together," Spike stared into her eyes, wishing he could speak the words he'd practiced for so many months, knowing that he couldn't say anything for fear of her reaction. A romp with a demon was one thing, but could she possibly care for him? How could someone like her ever love someone like him?
Green eyes widened at his words, at the look in his eyes. Eternity? With Spike? Hadn't she just been thinking about that a few hours before? Did that mean...."You want me."
Spike groaned at her words, the soft hesitant wonder in them. "Is there any doubt?" he asked with an arched brow, moving her hand to his very prominent erection. He growled when her fingers curled slightly, squeezing him.
"I know you want me for sex, silly. That's rather obvious," she smiled, a mischievous look entering her eyes as she realized the power she had over him. He'd never given her any clue that he thought of her as anything other than Buffy's friend. Now, with one look into his eyes, she suddenly knew everything. Well, not everything, but enough to know that he had feelings for her that went beyond all this. She'd seen fear in his eyes. She had never seen Spike scared of anything, yet here he was standing in front of her aroused and scared. She laughed softly, wondering how he could have any doubts as to her reaction at his words. She leaned forward, licking the cool flesh by his ear before whispering, "I think I've loved you since the night you kidnapped me Senior year....."
Spike didn't let her say another word, his thoughts of staying in control flying out the window the moment she said she loved him. His mouth caught hers as he devoured her, letting his actions say the words that he could not utter.
~Part: 9~
Willow returned his kiss with every ounce of passion she could find. She felt his hands on her stomach, heard the ripping of fabric as her shirt was pushed out of the way, felt his hands on her breasts as her bra was torn off and tossed to the street like an old rag. She could feel the change in him, the hesitancy vanishing as it was replaced by confidence, the control gone as he gave in to his desire, to his demon. It was rough and gentle, need overwhelming them both. Everything was forgotten as they kissed, the world around them disappearing as hands stroked and scratched and squeezed. Her panties were soaked, juices dripping down her thigh as she waited for him. Even in her most vivid fantasy, she had not imagined what it was really like, how aroused she would be, how he could make her feel as if she were his life, make her feel so special. She unbuttoned his jeans, hearing him growl softly as her hand brushed against his erection as she unzipped them. She moaned as his mouth released hers, his lips sucking her skin as he moved to claim her breast.
She was going to be the death of him. Her hand was caressing his cock, slowly moving over his hardened flesh. What a way to go. He teased her nipple with his tongue, raking a fang across the tender pebble as he listened to the sweet music of her moans and whimpers and soft catches of breath. He moved his hands to her waist, unfastening her jeans quickly, ripping the panties from her body, listening to her surprised moan at the flash of pain as the material snapped against her flesh. He moved his attention to her other breast as his fingers found her wetness, his thumb brushing against her clit. He felt her hands stop their torturous perusal of his cock as he touched her, her head falling forward to rest against the leather of his coat as she began to babble incoherently. She was close, so very close. He moved two fingers into her, groaning at the tightness. He knew she wasn't a virgin, having given that honor to the mangy mutt. He wondered how different things would have been had he realized the prize he had taken that night many years ago. The moron had been knocked out, leaving him alone with his precious redhead. What if he had taken her then? No use thinking about that now. Things always happened for a reason, or so he liked to believe, so it obviously hadn't been time for them. Now, now was their time. And he wasn't going to let her go.
He listened to her noises, felt her hot breath on his neck as she panted, riding his hand as he added another finger, his thumb playing with her clit as he teased her to edge only to pull away. He wanted her to explode. He heard her strangled cry of his name, the need thick in the one word. He moved his thumb against her, rubbing her as he pierced the soft flesh of her breast with his fangs, listening as she cried out in release as the sweet taste of her blood spilled into his mouth. Without giving her a chance to come down, he moved his soaked hand underneath her ass, lifting her onto his cock. His eyes closed as he was enveloped in tight warmth, slowly moving her until he was completely buried.
Willow had never been so shaken by an orgasm. Her breathing was ragged, her body sweaty despite the cool night air. She was still riding the waves of her release when she felt Spike's hand on her butt, gasping when he had pushed into her, filling her more than she ever had been. She moved her hand to the back of his head, tugging on his short blond hair as he continued to lap at the bite mark on her breast. Finally, he raised his head, his gold blue eyes catching hers. She smiled at him, her fingers tracing his lips, brushing against his fangs as she whispered, "I love you," before she squeezed her muscles, accepting him, man and demon. He began to move, his lips claiming hers as they gave themselves over to the desire.
~Part: 10~
"I need a shower," Willow said softly, looking down and grimacing as she stopped walking as they neared Buffy's house. She smelled of sweat and sex, her body coated with the her juices as well as Spike's. There were faint traces of blood on her neck where he had bitten her deeply during his first orgasm, and from the mark on her breast. Maybe two showers.
"You look beautiful," he said quietly, brushing her hair away from her face as he studied her, seeing no regret in her green eyes.
"I smell horrible, though," she said with a pleased smile. Suddenly, her eyes widened as guilt washed over her. "Oh my God! We forgot about those lujickon demons! What if they've been slaughtering people while we've been having sex?"
"Red, about those demons," Spike started, running a hand through his hair as her panicked eyes found his face, "they're harmless. I sort of made up the evil thing to get you alone. I'm sorry, luv."
"You made it up?" she frowned, "So you could be with me?"
"It's the only way I could ever be with you, Willow. Hunting demons or researching some big evil. Anything else would have had the slayer staking me faster than you could say stay away from my best friend," Spike said, wondering what Buffy would say now, since the deed was done. Three times, in fact.
"You're not scared of Buffy, Spike," Willow said with a smile. "You didn't think I wanted you, and you were too scared to just be normal and ask me out so you invented some demon crisis. I'm not mad. It's cute."
"Cute?" he arched a brow, a slow smiling cross his face as he looked at her, his duster several sizes too big but doing a fairly adequate job of concealing her torn shirt. Her torn bra and panties were in one of the pockets of his coat, a memento of sorts.
"Spike, get that look out of your eyes," she warned, her body responding instantly. "We're almost to the house. Buffy could be looking outside or something."
"Well, now, luv, you said it yourself. I'm not scared of the slutty slayer," he smiled wickedly as he moved towards her.
"Is it always going to be like this?" she asked suddenly, wondering how it was possible to be so happy and feel so alive with a man that had been dead over a hundred years. Only in Sunnydale.
"Always," he said with a smile, knowing exactly what she meant. For the first time in his life and unlife, he was happy and felt loved, "I promise."
"You know," she said huskily, "the shower is big enough for two people....."
"Slutty's shower?" he asked, giving her a disbelieving look. Seeing the look in her eyes, he realized that she wasn't ashamed of him at all and didn't care who knew that they were together. He smiled, "I guess I can wait a few more minutes, but you need punished for that cute remark. Master vampires are not cute."
"You are," she said sweetly, listening to him growl. She laughed as she ran away from him, running towards her house. To think she'd almost gone home after patrol. She'd have missed all of this, knowing that it might have taken them months before they realized what was building between them. As it is, she'd had the best night of her life. Oh, what a night. And it was just the beginning.
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