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Rating: R
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A/N: This is a snippet from Playing with Fire...not the entire fic! I wanted to post it for Lisa for making me smile yesterday! If you haven't read the fic and want to, it can be found here http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill/wspike/playingwithfire.html
For Lisa~Cherry popsicles! And you didn't have to steal them! Enjoy! <VEG>
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SNIPPET FOR LISA
Willow sat down on the bench, breathing in the scented air. She was thanful to see that Spike had found them a rather deserted spot. She saw only a few people off in the distance running. She leaned back against the bench, her eyes scanning the city. It truly was beautiful up on the hill. She really hoped this is where Lucien meant.
She saw Spike coming towards he and took in a deep breath. He was so gorgeous. Just the sight of him made her blood boil. She was glad that he had been chosen as her partner. She really couldn't see doing any of this stuff with Xander or even worse, Giles. She made a face at that thought. It really helped that she was so attracted to Spike. She was less nervous than she could have been.
"What is that?" Willow asked, seeing the smiling blonde holding something behind him.
"Nuh uh pet. Put this one first" he handed her a scarf with his free hand.
"Spike...what are you doing? We need to get this done."
"The scarf, around your eyes. Then, we can play."
Willow sighed as she fixed the scarf around her head. She wondered how odd this must look to anyone that noticed. She felt something cold on her lips. Startled, she gasped. She felt it push into her mouth, her tongue licking at it. Cherry.
Spike moved the cherry popsicle across her lips, his cock hardening at the sight of her pink tongue licking the frozen treat. He moved the cherry pop down her chin and along her throat. He let his mouth follow its path. She moaned as she felt his cold tongue following the path of the cherry sicle. She held tightly to the bench when she felt both cold substances on her nipples. A breeze blew, causing them to harden even more. She had been so lost in sensation that she hadn't realized he'd unbuttoned her shirt.
Spike pushed her skirt up, his free hand running along her wetness. "No panties..naughty girl..."
She ignored him, pushing against his hand. She felt his mouth back on her as something cold touched her clit. She cried out as he rubbed the popsicle along her wet slit. She began to have trouble breathing, her breath coming is short gasps. He slid the sicle into her tight passage, his mouth moving down her stomach. He knelt between her legs, his tongue tasting her juices. She groaned at the feeling of something entering her. He began to slide the melting popsicle into her pussy, his thumb rubbing against her ass. He licked at her clit, tasting cherry popsicle mixed with Willow. He'd never tasted anything to intoxicating.
Willow threw her head back as her orgasm hit her. She moaned his name loudly, her hands going to her breasts. She writhed on the bench as he continued eating her. She lost all track of time as her first orgasm slowly slid into a second and then a third. When she honestly thought she couldn't survive another, she felt him remove himself from her. Cold lips touched her, a tongue entering her mouth. She tasted cherry and what she knew was her self.
The scarf was removed, her eyes closing at the sudden brightness. She opened them slowly, seeing his lust filled gaze on her. She licked the juices from her lips, seeing his eyes darken. She leaned closer to him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her.
"Excuse me, mates. The demon man wanted me to give you this."
Spike cursed softly, his cock throbbing for release. He looked up at the dark haired man, glaring slightly.
"What?" he hissed.
Doyle glanced between the man and the girl. He had come at the wrong time. "Uh, here. And thanks...whatever you did...you got me out. Can't stay and help or Cordelia dies. You two continue...."
Willow felt heat spread over her cheeks. "They are so going to think I'm a hussy. Every time they come up to us, I'm panting like some B movie queen."
"You ok?" Spike asked, keeping his eyes on the trees.
He knew that that was probably her first orgasm...first three. He hated to think she might be ashamed of them.
"Oh yeah" Willow sighed, the space between her legs sticky with juices and frozen treat.
She began to refasten her shirt, seeing the way the material stuck to the trail he had made down her, "Could use a shower though."
"You go take one. I'll meet you at my place" Spike said, standing.
His cock was aching for release. He had to take a cold shower. A very cold shower.
"Thought you didn't want us seperated?" Willow said, her eyes on the large bulge in his jeans.
She licked her lips wondering if she was going to have a chance to play with him.
"I have to shower, too pet" Spike hissed.
"There is plenty of room..." Willow said, catching herself. Good grief. What had she said. He looked at her in surprise, "I meant, you can go after me...before me..."
"Fine. Let's get there." Spike said, having a bit of difficulty walking.
Lucien watched them leave, mopping the sweat from his forehead. Damn. They had won that round plus earned bonus points. He tucked his cock back into his pants, following them. He smiled as he realized that this was one game he wouldn't mind losing.....
The End