ROSES



(I'm supposed to write him. Easy for her to say. She won't be risking anything. I wish I'd never tried her stupid plan) Willow got to her door and stopped. She smiled. There, taped to the front, was a red rose and a note. A note in a very familiar handwriting. She opened it and read

Our Room.....8:00. Don't be late....Bring the rose.

She looked at her watch. She only had twenty minutes to get across town. She grabbed the flower and ran out of the dorm.

She opened the door just as her watch turned to 8. She had run the entire way. She tried to catch her breath as she looked at the room. She saw roses in a vase on the bureau. The blindfold laying on the bed. She began to undress. She suddenly felt him behind her.

"Let me" he whispered.

She dropped her hands. She kept her eyes focused on the roses. She gasped as he touched her bare skin. The familiar sparks skating throughout her body. Too soon, she was undressed. She reached for the blindfold, hoping he would stop her. He didn't. He tied it for her and then laid her down on the bed.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes" she said honestly.

"Quit looking for me. If I catch you again, the game is over. I told you this before."

"I wasn't looking for you" she denied, her body flushed.

She heard him chuckle softly. "Don't lie to me sweet Willow. I know everything you do."

She took a deep breath, waiting.

"I missed you too." he whispered softly before taking her breast in his mouth. His tongue ran along her nipple, his dull teeth scraping it's side. She wondered what it would feel like if he used his fangs. She hoped one day she might find out.

He sat up. She heard the bed move and then, something soft was touching her mouth. Its scent filled her nose. The rose. She moaned as he took the soft flower and ran it along her neck, down to the nipple he had recently had in his mouth. He tortured her with the flower, rubbing it slowly over her body. He kept his own body away from her, further heightening her arousal. When she felt the bud touch her wet center, she cried out. He laughed lowly and began to tease her with the rose. Rubbing its soft petals along her slit. She begged him to touch her. She needed him. She felt him move down. Then, she felt his cock rubbing where the rose had just been. His mouth caught hers, his teeth nibbling on her lower lip.

"Please" she begged again.

He entered her fully, causing her to gasp. She ran her hands along his back, digging her fingernails into his flesh. He started to move faster, his stokes deepening. She felt his lips at her neck. She cried out when he began to suck her flesh into his mouth. She tightened around him as she came. He let loose of her neck and groaned her name as he followed her into orgasm.

Willow felt him move beside her, his hands brushing the hair away from her face. She sighed when she felt his lips kissing her face. She turned away from him, his arm holding her. She whispered something as she drifted off to sleep.

Spike froze. He looked at her and saw her even breathing. He was going senile. He could have sworn she had said I love you Spike before she had fallen asleep. He slowly shook his head, and got out of bed. He got dressed, knowing he had better leave. It had been hell these last two days. He had thought that meeting her, no strings or identities attached, would be enough. He had found that it wasn't. His need for her, his love for her, had just grown larger with each word, each caress. He knew he would have stop this soon or he would never be able to keep his heart from breaking. He wrote his note and left, taking one last look at his redhead temptress.

Willow woke up to an empty bed. He had already left. She turned on the light and saw the note.

The wait was worth it, but it will never be this long again.....I almost went crazy from wanting you....Don't look for me...Till next time, sweet Willow....Remember me

She didn't understand him. He wanted her. She wanted him. Buffy thought he was good for her, so she knew her friend approved. She just didn't see the problem. She got up and went to the bathroom. Startled, she looked at her neck. He had left his mark on her. She smiled slightly. He was getting closer. Maybe Buffy's plan was working. He had done something that he had never done before. This time, he had claimed her.
 
 

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