TOUCH ME 1

(There are seventy four books on the bookcase.....Bloody hell, I'm
bored)

Spike looked around the room and scowled. He was waiting for the slayer
and the others to return. The redhead was sitting at the computer. Her
tap-tap on the keys was starting to annoy him. She seemed happy enough
to forget he was there. He'd been helping the slayer for a month. It
hadn't been too bad until now. She needed his help and had insisted he
remain here until he was needed. He hated waiting for people. He had
been impatient when he was alive. Now that he was dead, well, it was
worse. The damn hacker wouldn't even try to keep him occupied. He picked
up a pencil and started hitting it on the table. His foot started to
kick at the leg of the chair.

Willow heard the tap when it started. She had been so involved in her
search, she'd forgotten the blond vampire. (How could I forget
Spike....) Since he had been helping them, she had sort of gotten a
crush on him. He was just so funny and cute and he had the best ass. He
made her breath catch and butterflies swim through her stomach. He was
also starting to annoy her. She looked over at him, and gave him her
best glare. He stopped the tapping. (Good...)

Spike smiled as the hacker turned back to her precious computer. Since
she and the wolf had decided to just be friends, she rarely left it. He
hadn't seen her smile in weeks. He felt that she was very
unhappy....lonely. Why did he care? He had heard the slayer and the
moron saying that the wolf had wanted to take their relationship to the
next step, but the hacker felt that it was too soon. (She knew she was
too bloody good for that hairy little boy....she needs a real man...) He
started to tap his pencil again. He was curious to see what she would
do.

Willow paused and took a deep breath. She glared at him again, but he
just smiled. (Oh my....his eyes turn the most sparkling shade of blue
when he does that...) She got up and went over to him. She pulled the
pencil from his grip, broke it in two, and went back to her computer.

(Blimey....she's a regular spitfire....the anger in her face...she's a
damn angel...)
He looked at the pencil, then at her. She was ignoring him again. (I
won't be ignored...)

He got up and moved towards her. He spun her chair around and kissed
her. She gasped in surprise. He used that to his advantage as he ravaged
her mouth. His hand ran through her hair, over her face, admiring the
softness of her skin. He heard a noise outside and pulled back. He was
back in his chair before the slayer and her entourage entered.

Willow put her hand on the desk to steady herself. (What just
happened....) She sat with a dazed look on her face. She heard Buffy and
the others come in. She noticed Spike getting up to join them. (He looks
like he's been sitting there patiently and I feel like I've been set on
fire. It's not fair...Why'd he kiss me like that? Oh Goddess, why did I
respond like that...it was never like that with Oz or even Xander....why
Spike?) She saw Buffy looking at her strangely and tried to smile.
She saw Spike stand behind her friend. He gave her a lazy smile and a
wink. She felt the blush begin. She said bye to them and quickly faced
her computer again. She heard Spike's amused laughter as he followed the
others to fight the latest demon. (He must think I'm such a child....it
was all just a joke to him....) She closed her eyes and tried to forget
the feel of his mouth on hers....his cold hands on her flesh....she felt
the heat spread through her body...(This can't be happening..... I want
Spike....)
 
 

TOUCH ME 2
 

*I was Feeling done in
Couldn't win
I'd only ever kissed before*
 

Willow looked at the door. Did she dare knock? Buffy had said that Spike
had been hurt, but refused to let them help him. It was her duty as a
slayerette to make sure he was ok. It had absolutely nothing to do with
her new found desire for the blond vampire. (Keep telling yourself that
Wills and soon you may even believe it)
Taking a deep breath, she knocked.
 

*I thought there's no use getting
Into heavy petting
It only leads to sorrow
And seat wetting*
 

Spike opened the door, surprised to see his hacker standing there. (The
slayer must have sent her to check up on me) "Hello pet. Why are you
here?"

Willow looked at him and swallowed. He was wearing blue jeans and a
button up shirt, unbuttoned. She could see his pale chest. The heat
spread through her. He had started this this lust in her....she had
never thought about sex that much before...since he had kissed her, she
couldn't get images of Spike out of her head...naked Spike..... "I heard
you were hurt."

"Nah...just a scrape. Run along back to your computer now before its too
late."

Willow heard him say he was fine, but she saw the look of pain. She
pushed past him into the apartment. "No you are not fine. Quit trying to
be manly man vamp. It isn't impressing anyone. You can't help Buffy if
you die from your wound...I mean, I know you are all ready dead, but OH
you know what I mean. You need tended to. Now, take of your shirt and
let me see."

Spike closed the door and smiled. His spitfire was back. He removed his
shirt and let her tend to the scratch. If it made her feel helpful, who
was he to say no. Besides, it meant he would feel her warm hands on his
body.
 

*Now all I want to know
Is how to go
I've tasted blood
And I want more*
 

Willow saw that Spike had been right. It was a deep cut, but with his
healing ability, he'd be fine by the morning. She ran her hands across
the wound, surprised when she heard him sigh. Her body felt like it were
on fire. She was this close to her fantasy. She might never have another
chance....She decided to do something completely unWillow like. She
leaned forward and pressed her lips to his back.
 

*I'll put up no resistance
I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch
And I need assistance*

Spike felt himself harden instantly when she kissed his back. He turned
quickly, pulling her up and looking into her eyes. He saw desire, lust,
curiosity and a trace of fear. (I can't do this....she's an
innocent...she's Willow...) He felt her hand on his chest, caressing
him.
 

*Then if anything grows
While you pose
I'll oil you up and rub you down*
 

He let his body do the thinking. He pulled her into his body, she gasped
when she felt his erection, and ravaged her mouth. Her hands were
everywhere. She needed to feel him, make sure it was real and not
another daydream. He tore her shirt open, ripped her bra and claimed her
breasts with his mouth. His hands reached underneath her skirt and tore
her panties off. He felt her hand on his erection, rubbing him through
his jeans.
 

*And that's just one small fraction
Of the main attraction.
You need a friendly hand
And I need action.*
 

He freed himself from the jeans. She was so wet....aroused by him. The
only thought in her mind was to have him fuck her. She needed
him.....only him. She felt him bite into her neck as he thrust forward,
tearing through her barrier. She cried his name out....the bite hurting
worse than his entry. He paused a moment, letting her adjust to his
size. He licked at the blood that was trickling from the wound. When he
felt her start to thrust towards him, he knew she was ready. He started
to push deeper....faster...her thrusts matched his own. His mouth
captured hers once again. Their tongues battling for dominance. She had
never felt anything like this before. (Is sex always like this or is it
just Spike?) She felt herself start to come. She bit into his shoulder
as they found release together.

Spike ran his hand over her flushed face. He couldn't remember when he
had ever experienced such a need to mate. He had acted like a bloody
schoolboy. Taking her on the couch. He heard her sigh of satisfaction
and smiled. He had caused that.

"Luv, anytime you feel I need tended to, be my guest." He said as he
claimed her mouth.
 

*Touch a touch a touch a touch me
I want to be dirty
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
Creature of the night*
 

************THE END**********
 
 

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