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Distribution: Kiss or Kill, http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill
Rating: R
Summary: A Valentine's Day treat involving Willow, Spike, and red roses. Yeah, it's kind of sweet smut
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"Wake up, Willow," Spike said softly as he moved his hand to trace the lines of her cheek.
"Hmm, sleepy," Willow mumbled as she snuggled closer to her lover.
"Willow, luv, wakey wakey," Spike smiled as she growled softly, reluctant to wake up. He knew she was tired, having stayed up nearly two days working on research to help find a cure for a spell that had been performed on Wesley during a battle the other day. His girl hadn't stopped looking until she'd found a way to help the former watcher whom she considered one of her best friends. It had been six hours since she'd performed the counter spell, Wesley was cured and sleeping, and she'd fallen asleep soon after making sure everything was fine. Spike almost felt guilty for waking her up, but this was important to him and he knew she'd forgive him.
"Spike, what is it?" Willow asked crossly once she realized that the stubborn blond vampire would not leave her alone to sleep until she'd found out what he wanted. Green eyes opened slowly, her frown fading as she looked at Spike. He was looking at her with a tender expression in his blue eyes, a loving smile on his face, and she couldn't bring herself to even glare at him for waking her up. She'd moved to LA about a year and a half ago after she'd found herself growing restless. The relationship with Kennedy hadn't lasted six months following the destruction of Sunnydale, both of them realizing pretty quickly that they really didn't have a lot in common beyond the fighting evil thing and the sex.
Willow had remained at the Council until she felt she was no longer really needed. She didn't want to be a watcher and her magic was used rarely so she'd decided to join Angel in his new venture into corporate law and demon fighting. She'd loved it! She was always busy and it wasn't just using her magic. She got along well with the Fang Gang, as she liked to call them, and had surprisingly struck up an instant friendship with Spike. Within six months, the friendship had developed into something else. At Lorne's Valentine's Day party, they'd shared a kiss that had ignited passion and lust and other emotions they'd both tried to hide. They'd made love for hours that night and had been together ever since. She loved him more than she'd ever imagined being able to love someone after Tara's death, and she knew he loved her with the same depth and feeling.
"Happy anniversary, luv," Spike smiled as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Pulling back, he said, "It is now 12:03, so it is officially Valentine's Day."
"Spike, that is so sweet and romantic and I'm sorry I growled at you," Willow kissed him, deciding that sleeping could wait. She released his mouth and smiled, "Happy anniversary, Spike."
"I love you, Willow," Spike said before he reached beside the bed and showed her the vase of red roses he had bought her.
"They're beautiful," Willow smiled as she looked at what had to be three dozen roses. "I love you, Spike."
"Now that the sappy romantic bit is out of the way," Spike smiled wickedly as he withdrew a single rose from the bunch and put the vase on the bedside table, "I want to spend all day tasting and touching you."
"God, yes," Willow whispered as her green eyes moved over him, a possessive smile crossing her face as she said, "Mine."
"Yours," Spike said simply before he pulled the covers down. "You're so beautiful. I love your breasts. They fit my hand as if they were made for me to caress. Your nipples are such a lovely shade of dusky rose, and I love this trail of three freckles right here."
"Spike!" Willow moaned softly when his tongue lazily traced the freckles in question.
"I love the way you respond to me," Spike smirked, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipples that were called out for him to taste. He brought the rose he was holding up and brushed the soft petals against her breast. She whimpered as he teased her, his blue eyes watching her face. He loved watching her face when they made love. She always looked at him, even when he was in game face. Her eyes darkened with desire as she ran her tongue along her lips, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she tempted him to kiss her. Kissing her would lead to him forgetting his plan of seduction and shagging her senseless so he reluctantly looked away from her lips. He wanted her wet and begging for him. He smiled as he moved to straddle her, his hard cock brushing against her flat tummy, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum on her heated skin.
"I love playing with you, Willow, so quit tempting and cursing me or I can make this go on for hours," Spike warned her with a smug smile, "you know I can."
"I want you, Spike," Willow moaned when she felt his lips brush against her neck, his tongue tracing the bite mark that claimed her as his. She knew he loved playing this game, tasting her and teasing her for hours until she was aching with need. She couldn't complain, having returned the favor many a time during their year together, but tonight she was sleepy and hadn't felt him inside her since she'd started doing her research nearly two days before. It hadn't taken much more than a kiss and seeing him naked to get her juices running and the ache between her legs.
"Shhh, pet," Spike moved the rose against her lips, blue eyes flashing with lust as he trailed his lips down her body, lavishing attention on both her breasts before moving his head lower. He continued to brush the rose against her naked body, knowing the sensations of the soft petals were pleasurable. Finally, he reached his destination. He looked up, catching her eyes as he said, "I love how you smell. The scent of magic and vanilla and jasmine and desire."
Spike ran his tongue along the wet folds between her legs, moaning as he told her, "I love how you taste. Sweet and spicy and sweaty and needy. I could feast on you for hours, my Willow."
Willow loved listening to him, his husky voice telling her the naughtiest things in that delicious accent. He knew how turned on she got when he was vocal, the wicked bastard using every trick this evening to get her so aroused she was about to explode. She moaned when he lowered his head and began to feast on her, his tongue lapping at her wetness as he brought the rose against her clit. She gasped with surprise as she felt the soft petals brushing gently against her, her head falling back against the pillow as she arched against his face. She began to babble the word please and Spike over and over as he tossed the rose away and entered her with his fingers, his tongue dancing against her clit. She felt the tension snap when he nibbled on her clit, her body tightening around his three fingers as she came, wetness covering his hand as he continued to lick and suck.
"That's my girl," Spike cooed, blue eyes pleased when he watched her orgasm. He smiled, "I love to watch you cum, luv. The way your eyes shine and your breathing becomes ragged and your face is overtaken by your pleasure and the way you moan my name as you explode around me."
"Spike, need you," Willow begged, green eyes catching blue as she said, "Fuck me, now!"
Spike removed his fingers from her, licking them clean as he moved up her body. He intended to spend the entire twenty-fours of their anniversary tasting her and loving her, though he would allow her a little time to sleep. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, to let her known what she meant to him, how grateful he was that someone like her could ever love someone like him. His lips claimed hers as he shared her taste with her, his hand pumping his ready cock a few times before he slowly eased into her tight warmth. Releasing her lips, he moved his head against her neck, thrusting completely into her as he bit into his claim. She exploded again, her fingernails digging into his back as he drank from her. He began to move inside her, deep thrusts that sent her into the mattress. Releasing the bite, he looked into her eyes, whispering, "Mine."
"Yours," Willow smiled before she kissed him, her body meeting his thrusts, clenching her muscles around his large cock, wanting him to cum when she did. The smell of sex and sweat surrounded them as they moved together, hands touching, lips kissing. Willow felt him begin to increase the speed of his thrusts, her legs wrapping around his waist as she arched against him. She released his mouth as she came, crying out his name as he moaned her own against her neck. She felt him explode inside her, her muscles milking him as she struggled for much needed breath.
Spike stayed inside her as he nuzzled the fresh bite mark on her neck. He began to purr, holding her tightly against him as he moved to rest on his side, her laying in front of him. He smiled as their eyes met, seeing the desire and love in her beautiful green eyes but also seeing that she was tired and worn out. He pulled the cover over them before he kissed her softly, whispering, "Time for sleep, pet. Sweet dreams."
"Love you, Spike," Willow whispered as she closed her eyes and snuggled against him, "I loved the red roses."
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