Willow left the bathroom, walking barefoot to the guest room. She heard
a moan and froze. She continued to listen as Cordelia and Angel made
love. She felt her face flush red as she moved to the guest room. Good
grief. Were they always so loud? She caught sight of the lump on the
couch and moved closer to Spike. She ran her tongue over her lips as
she
took in his barely covered form. She knew that he slept nude. In
consideration for them all, he had borrowed a pair of silk boxers from
Angel. The crimson colored cloth barely covered him. She looked to
the
bedroom and then back at him. He seemed so uncomfortable on the tiny
cramped space.
Spike wished that she would leave already. His cock was straining
against the soft material of the boxers from thinking of her in the
shower and then listening to his sire fucking the damn cheerleader.
He
could almost feel her eyes raking over his body. It took all of his
control not to just pounce and enter her there on the couch. He could
smell her arousal so he knew she would be wet and waiting for him.
Suddenly, he felt her warm hand on his shoulder.
"Spike" Willow whispered. "Wake up."
Blue eyes suddenly looked at her. She was surprised by the different
emotions she saw there. "Oh...you're awake."
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low.
"This couch...it looks lumpy" she said weakly. Now she wasn't so sure
if
her suggestion was a good idea or not.
"It is" he said dryly.
"The guest room....it has a king size bed for some reason. It's nice
and
comfy."
Spike's eyes lit with amusement. "You asking me to sleep with you, Red?"
Willow's face heated up at his teasing words. "Spike, quit! There is
room if you want to sleep on half of it. I was just trying to be nice."
Spike sat up, watching her go back to the room. He noticed that she
left
the door open in invitation. He glanced down at his throbbing cock.
This
wasn't a good idea. Not a good idea at all. He heard the damn
cheerleader moan again. Getting to his feet, he walked to the room.
The
silk boxers clung to his erection, making it more prominant. He was
thankful it had been too dark for her to notice that. She never would
have gotten the nerve to issue her offer if she thought he was hard
and
horny.
Willow heard the door close and smiled into her pillow. He had come.
She
heard what sounded like material brushing against skin. Her pulse raced
as she realized he was stripping the boxers off. She gulped as she
felt
the bed shift. He laid down. She could feel his coldness from her
position on the side of the mattress. She kept her eyes closed tightly,
not giving in to the desire of seeing him. Maybe she would wake up
earlier than him in the morning. Then she could study him for future
fantasies.
Spike heard her pulse racing and the shallowness of her breathing. He
smiled. She was affected by him. Could she want what he wanted? He
glanced at her form covered in the blanket. He could only hope.