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Rating: R
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A/N: A bit of smut to celebrate four years of writing. Set during an AU Season 5 of Angel. I hope you enjoy! This is dedicated to you, dear readers, for putting up with me for four years! Here is to four more! : )
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~Part: 1~
"I have a surprise for you, luv," Spike said as they entered the penthouse apartment that they shared with Angel.
"I love your surprises," Willow smiled at her lover of six months, remembering the last time he had surprised her only two weeks ago. They'd shagged on Angel's large oak desk and nearly broken the elder vampire's favorite chair. Angel had never said anything, but she knew he had to know what they'd done and that meant she tended to blush every time they went into his office for a meeting. She'd caught him looking at her once, a slight smirk on his handsome face and his chocolate brown eyes unreadable. She'd made Spike promise to restrict his surprises to areas that didn't belong to others. He'd just smiled indulgently, never making a promise that she knew he wouldn't be able to keep, and, instead, taking her against the wall in her own office.
Willow had never considered herself very sexual until she had become involved with Spike. He did something to her that no one else had ever done. With him, she felt sexy and alive and wasn't afraid to admit what she wanted or needed. With Oz, the sex had been fumbling and not very satisfying. With Tara, it had been more about holding each other. Satisfying but not explosive. She'd only slept with Kennedy a couple of times and it had been a kind of variety of the world might be ending type of sex without any kind of emotional involvement. Needless to say, she'd stopped that affair before it became too serious or complicated. She'd been horny but not stupid. When she'd arrived in LA to help Angel and found Spike there, well, they'd become friends. She'd stayed with Angel in his extra guest room, Spike having taken over position of the other free room after he'd come to LA in ghostly form and remaining there once he'd gotten his body back. The three of them had spent a lot of time together, but she and Spike had been together a majority of the time because Angel worked a lot. They'd been friends for a little over a month when everything had changed. One night, they'd been arguing about some demon and the best way to defeat it and the next thing she knew they were kissing.
Clothes were falling and then he'd pushed her onto the floor and entered her and she'd felt complete for the first time in her life. Afterwards, they'd talked and realized that there were some feelings between them that should be explored that went beyond just great sex. She had honestly never thought she'd love again after losing Tara, but she had been wrong. She *had* fallen in love again. And she didn't think it betrayed Tara's memory or what she had felt for her lover to acknowledge that what she felt for Spike went beyond anything she had ever felt before. He was sexy and smart and funny and never failed to make her feel loved. He'd do anything for her, and she would do anything for him. As corny as it sounded, they were soulmates. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she turned her attention back to her lover. He was up to something, that sexy smile on his handsome face making all sorts of wicked promises.
"Come on, pet," Spike smiled as he looked at his mate, already smelling her arousal as he led her to their room. He opened the door and led her inside, his mouth finding hers as he began to undress her.
"The door," Willow said as she pulled her lips from Spike's, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Her green eyes moved over his chest, a possessive smile crossing her face. He was gorgeous and he was hers.
"Peaches is working on a case," Spike smiled as he pulled her against him. "He'll be gone the rest of the night so we've got the place to ourselves. We can be as loud as we want tonight, pet."
"Why are we still dressed then?" Willow asked with an innocent smile as she moved against him, her fingers tracing his chest, brushing against his nipples.
"Uh uh, luv," Spike scolded playfully as he tossed her on the bed. "This is my surprise so there shall be none of that….yet."
"What's the surprise, Spike?" she asked with a curious gleam in her beautiful green eyes.
"You'll find out," Spike said with a smirk as he moved onto the bed. He straddled her, leaning down to brush his lips against hers as his hands unfastened her jeans. He moved down the length of her body, tasting her with his mouth and tongue as he removed the jeans. When they were off, he looked at her, his blue eyes blazing a path over her nearly nude body. Glory, she was a Goddess. And she was his. He smiled as he watched her body react to his perusal, loving that he could arouse her with just a look or a touch. Her arousal was thick in the air, the scent intoxicating and testing his control. He wanted nothing more than to move onto the bed and sink deep inside her tight warmth and shag her for several hours. But, he had a surprise for her, and said surprise would involve shagging for several hours so he wasn't being too sacrificing by resisting her for a little bit longer. He moved to the dresser and pulled out a handful of silk scarves, hearing her soft gasp of surprise when she noticed the scarves.
"Scarves," Willow said softly, her eyes lit with desire, watching him smile that sexy smile that never failed to make her juices run freely. Goodness, she felt like she might cum and he'd barely touched her. She loved the way he made her feel, loved and cherished and desired. She watched him walk towards her, could see the erection pressing against the soft denim of his jeans. She licked her lips in anticipation, always enjoying his games just as he enjoyed hers. He took great pleasure in making her fantasies come true, having fulfilled many a fantasy of hers since they had become involved. One of her favorite games was being tied up. Sure, she was as much a feminist as the next modern girl, but there was something about being tied up and completely at his mercy that she found so very arousing. Of course, when they played this game, she usually ended up begging him for release and he'd spend hours just playing with her and fucking her and tasting her. That also made it rather enjoyable.
"I love the way you smell, Willow," he whispered huskily as he moved his hand along her left side, his fingers brushing against her bare breast before raising her arm above her head. He secured it with the scarf before doing the same thing to her right arm. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hand moved up to squeeze her right breast. Brushing his thumb over her nipple, he squeezed just enough to cause a slight bit of pain but not enough to really hurt her. He was rewarded with her whimper of pleasure. Pulling back, he ran a hand along her face, "You're so beautiful, Red. So bloody beautiful and passionate and you're mine."
"I'm yours," she agreed, squeezing her legs together to try to alleviate a bit of the ache. She heard him chuckle as his hand moved down her legs, her eyes widening when she realized he still had two scarves in his hand. Damn stupid vampire! He was going to secure her legs. She watched him tie her legs to the bottom of the bed, spreading her legs and opening them to his view. Her panties were soaking wet with sweat and her juices. She gasped when he leaned down and ran his tongue over her cotton covered mound, raising her hips and pulling the scarves tight against her legs.
"Time for the surprise," Spike said as he raised his head, running his tongue over his lips and smiling at her, his blue eyes lit with desire and happiness as he got off the bed and walked out of the room.
"Spike? Where are you going?" Willow called out, curious as to what his surprise was going to be at the same time she wished he'd just forget the damn surprise and shag her senseless.
"Getting the surprise, luv. Be patient," he called to her, chuckling slightly as he said the word patient.
Damn stupid vampire thinks he's funny, Willow growled softly moving against the bed as she felt the silk of the sheets rubbing against her tender flesh. Patient, he says. Easy for him to say that. He wasn't the one that had been licked and squeezed and kissed and then tied to the bed and left aching. She'd get him back, she decided. She'd tie him to the bed and spend hours assaulting his body with her mouth and never letting find release. See how he liked it, she grumbled. Of course, that wouldn't work because Spike liked it when she tied him up, enjoying a bit of pain with his pleasure, stemming a bit from the vampire in him as well as simply loving being with her in any and every way.
"I'm back, luv. Did ya miss me?" Spike asked with a sexy smirk as he leaned against the doorway.
"No," Willow denied with a glare, wishing he didn't look so damn good when he was being playful.
"Oh, well then, I guess I can always go watch the telly then," he teased as he saw her squirm on the bed.
"Spike!" she whined, wishing he'd just shut up and touch her. Her green eyes looked down and noticed that he was carrying something. "What's that?"
"The surprise, my impatient pet," he said as he walked back towards the bed. He put the small cooler down beside Willow and removed his jeans, freeing his erection. He'd planned to keep his pants on, but he honestly thought he might just rip the denim if he got any harder so it was better to just naked now. Besides, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to resist her so it was better to be ready.
"It's a cooler," she said with a frown, wondering what on Earth his lovely naughty mind had come up with this time.
"You look hot, Red," he whispered with a slight smile as he opened the cooler and removed a cherry popsicle. "Thought you might want to cool off."
"Oh God," Willow moaned as he moved the tip of the cherry popsicle over her right breast. "Spike!"
"Just getting started, luv," he said with a knowing smile before he leaned over and ran his tongue over her nipple, tasting the sweet taste of his Willow mixed with the cherry popsicle. He moved the frozen treat over her left breast before tasting it. He could hear her gasps of pleasure as he ran his tongue over her nipple, lightly grazing her breast with his teeth before sucking the melting treat from her flesh. Looking up at her, their eyes caught and he smiled, asking, "Do you wanna taste?"
"Yessss," she hissed as he ran the cherry popsicle over her lips. She sucked the tip into her mouth, running her tongue along it as their eyes continued to hold. She couldn't believe she was giving a cherry popsicle a mock blow job in hopes that she'd make him snap and lose control and fuck her silly. Walking through the frozen treat aisle at the grocery store was never going to be the same.
"Tsk..tsk…pet," he withdrew the popsicle from her mouth, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum after her blatant attempt at making him lose control. God, he loved her. He leaned over and deliberately ran his tongue along her lips, listening to her whimper, wanting to hear her beg. He shifted on the bed to straddle her, moving the melting popsicle along her breasts again and then down her flat stomach. His tongue followed the trail of the popsicle, licking and sucking her flesh. He moved lower, his cock brushing against the wetness between her thighs, listening as she gasped at the contact. He loved how vocal she was, listening to her gasps and moans, her noises arousing and so full of need and passion.
"Spike, please," she whimpered, moaning when she felt the cold tip of the cherry popsicle on her belly button.
"So wet," Spike said as he reached the juncture between her thighs. He looked at the nearly melted popsicle and tossed it back into the cooler he had brought. Reaching inside, he removed another posicle, also cherry. He knew it was Willow's favorite flavor, plus it tasted so good mixed with her taste. He removed the wrapped and tossed it back into the cooler. Setting himself between her legs, he moved his right arm under her leg, raising her slightly. With his left hand, he brushed the popsicle against her wet lips.
"Oh my God!" Willow cried out when the frozen popsicle touched her.
Spike smiled at her response, his eyes wicked as he moved the popsicle against her clit, whispering, "Cum for me, Willow."
"Spike, please," she begged, needing him inside her. She felt the frozen treat move against her clit again, touching the exact spot to cause her body to arch off the bed as waves of pleasure rippled through her. She screamed out Spike's name as she came, her juices flowing freely and mixing with the melting juice of the popsicle. Before she could come down from her orgasm, she felt Spike's tongue against her, running over the path that the popsicle had taken. She couldn't catch her breath as he sucked her clit into his mouth, the popsicle moving between the lips of her cunt and sliding inside ever so slightly. She arched her hips towards him, feeling his hand squeezing her ass cheeks as his finger began to move inside her. She was going to kill him, she decided during one of her few lucid moments before giving in to the sensations that were coursing through her body.
Spike ran his tongue over her, tasting her juices mixed with those of the cherry popsicle. Finally, he removed the popsicle and tossed the remains into the cooler. He moved his face between her thighs, licking and tasting and sucking until she was cursing him in the same breath she was begging him. He raised his head, his face covered with the mixture of her juices and the juice from the melting popsicle. He reached back and unfastened her legs, loving the feeling of her legs around him as they made love. He then ran his hand over his cock, pumping it a few times, spreading his pre-cum over his shaft before he positioned himself between her legs. She was so wet, so hot, her body flushed with desire and need, sweat dripping from her forehead and between her breasts, her pretty pink nipples hard and begging him to taste them. With one push, he was inside her, his lips capturing hers as he began to move.
Willow wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust into her, their kiss rough and needy as tongues met, her body arching against him as she met his thrusts. She pulled at the scarves securing her wrists, wanting to touch him, to scrape her fingernails against his back, but they weren't budging. She felt his lips release hers, moving along her face, kissing her chin and neck. She felt his hand on her wrist, unfastening the scarf. She smiled at him, one hand moving to his hair as the other moved to his back. She clung to him as she felt her orgasm approaching, having lost count as to what number this was. She moved her head to the side, giving him access to her neck when she felt him moving faster, recognizing that he was near release. She came with a loud scream, her body moving against his as her nails dug into his back. She bit into his shoulder, tasting the metallic taste of his blood on her tongue.
When Spike felt Willow bite him, he couldn't hold it any longer. He sunk once, twice, three times before he was cumming, his seed spilling deep inside her as he bit into her neck. He heard gasp of pleasure, felt her muscles tighten around him, squeezing ever last droplet of seed from his spent cock. Pulling back from her bite, he looked at her, a soft smile crossing his lips as he gently brushed her hair away from her face, "I love you, Willow."
"Hmm…I love you, too, Spike," she said, a satisfied smile crossing her lips as she snuggled closer to him. He kissed her tenderly before lowering his head back down and running his tongue over her bite, purring against her flesh as he settled comfortable against her. She sighed in contentment, holding him against her as she confided, "I do love your surprises, honey."
The End