Series: Until Next Time
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@a...
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill,
http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill Anyone that has permission, take.
Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Welcome to my mind, hope you enjoy the stay :)
Follows Just Say No in the newly christened Until Next Time series
To Lex for listening to my rambling and helping with the naming of the series
:) Also, to everyone that so politely demanded a sequel :)
Does anyone want more?
 

Don't Speak (1/1)
 

Willow was dreaming. It was a very nice dream, her and Tara sitting by a
river with a picnic. Only, Tara kept fading away. She couldn't clearly see
the girl, the sun making her appear transparent until she finally disappeared
all together. Willow frowned, a feeling of fear rushing over her as she found
herself sitting all alone by the rushing water. She started to get to her
feet but found that she couldn't move. It was as if something was keeping her
in place. The nice dream was starting to turn into a nightmare. She closed
her eyes, panic making her breathing ragged. Her eyes flew open when she felt
a hand on her shoulder. Slowly, a smile spread across her face as the cool
touch sent a comforting reassurance through her.
 

She closed her eyes again, moving her head to the side as fingers brushed
along the contours of her face. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue wetting
her lips as she heard movement behind her. The blanket pulled as the hand
moved down her jaw to rest on her throat. She felt lips touch the flesh
behind her ear, the only sound her rapid heartbeat and the sound of the
water. She knew who it was behind her, whose touch was calming her all the
while it was exciting her. She kept her eyes closed, knowing that if she
opened them it would all fade away and she would be left alone again. She
allowed herself to be pushed back against the blanket, the warmth of the sun
making the coolness of his touch more noticeable. She felt her shirt opening,
his finger nails brushing against her skin as he unfastened the buttons
easily, his mouth following the path. She made no protest when she felt his
hands on her stomach. In fact, she lifted her hips to help him get her
clothes off easier. She was turning into such a tramp. Even in her dreams,
his touch could make her forget everything but needing it more.
 

She almost groaned in frustration when she felt his finger drawing teasing
circles along her upper thigh. She felt a soft breeze caressing her breasts,
her nipples aching for touch. His fingers brushed along her clit before
moving lower. She heard herself whimper as his long finger slid into her wet
cunt. His mouth moved along her stomach, his tongue doing wicked things to
her belly button before moving lower. She arched up as his mouth latched onto
her clit, a second finger joining the first. She could hear his fingers
moving in and out of her juicy cunt, the sound making her nipples tighten
even more. Without thinking, her hand moved up to cup her breast, her fingers
twisting her nipple as she moved against his face and hands. She heard the
moans and soft pleading that she was making, begging him to fuck her, to let
her cum. Only in her dreams would she voice such demands. She began to curse
him finally, trying to get him to give her what she so desperately needed.
 

She heard him growl and then chuckle, the husky sound sending a fresh wave of
juice towards his fingers. How could someone so bad be so damned good? She
groaned when his fingers moved from between her thighs, brushing through her
reddish brown curls before his mouth found hers. His tongue claimed her as
she moved against him, the feel of his naked flesh not enough. She arched her
body towards him, rubbing herself against him, trying to get his cock into
her. She felt his fingers grip her waist as he held her down, his cock
teasing her as he continued to make love to her mouth. Finally, she had had
enough. Her hands moved to his ass, cupping the firm globes as she held him
in place and thrust herself up, ignoring the pain his fingers caused as they
dug into her flesh. She felt him enter her, her eyes flying open suddenly as
it all became too real.
 

She looked into laughing blue eyes that were clouded with lust and desire.
She was suddenly fully awake, confusion and shock quickly pushed aside by the
feeling of the pleasure of his cock buried deep inside her. She opened her
mouth to tell him to get off of her, knowing that her words would be a weak
protest at best, but knowing she should protest. She had been woken from a
dream to find him there, touching her in her sleep. She should be outraged.
Instead, she just wanted to cum. Her eyes suddenly flew to the door as she
remembered that Buffy and Dawn were just down the hall. They had gotten back
that evening, forcing Willow from her recollections of her and Spike's wild
mating on Friday night. And here she'd been making so much noise. She was
surprised that Buffy hadn't come in to see what was happening to her. Maybe
she hadn't actually be loud in reality. After all, she had thought she was
dreaming. She knew that they had to stop, no matter how good he felt inside
her. She started to tell him to leave but he put two fingers across her lips.
 

"Don't speak," he whispered, seeing her disapproval hidden behind the desire
in her beautiful green eyes. Green eyes that had been haunting him since
Friday. He'd meant to stay away. He knew this was worse than that silly crush
on the slayer. He'd known it all along. He'd denied the feelings he'd felt for
her last year, knowing that she deserved better. Then, she'd been with that
God awful witch. Then, he'd just ignored it, slowly forgetting just what he
had felt for the redhead. Hell, he'd started shagging Harmony and then there
was that mind fuck of actually wanting Buffy of all people. When he had
realized how idiotic that entire fiasco was, he'd been forced into
remembering the intoxicating redhead. After that one taste of her, there was
no way he could not come back for more. He was addicted after that one taste.
 

Willow shook her head, whispering the word no against his fingers. Deciding
that was enough protesting for the moment, she tightened her cunt, listening
in satisfaction as he groaned, his mouth claiming hers as he began to slowly
move inside her. This was so different from their other time together. This
was softer, more gentle in a way but there was still that sense of urgency,
the need that seemed to overwhelm them both. She held onto his ass as she
moved up to meet his thrusts, her finger brushing against the rosebud between
his clenched ass cheeks. She heard him groan into her mouth at the fleeting
contact, storing that information for later. Later? What was she thinking?
This was a mistake. A mistake that could not, would not be repeated. She
didn't need to remember what turned him on or what made him move faster and
deeper. She tore her mouth from his, her lips brushing kisses along his
fantastic cheek bones and down his neck. She sucked his flesh into her mouth,
wanting to leave him with a mark like he had left her with last time. She
knew that he was a vampire and that any mark would soon fade, but the idea
filled her with pleasure that she so did not want to try to understand. She
felt his mouth on her breast, his tongue playing with her nipple before he
sucked it between his teeth, the blunt edges biting just enough to cause her
to arch for more.
 

She felt him begin to change his rhythm, his pace becoming more rapid, his
thrusts deeper. She felt the tension spread over her, the muscles in her cunt
tightening as she pulled back from his neck, her mouth opening to scream. He
caught her scream as she came, his tongue sweeping possessively into her
mouth as he kept her silent to keep nosy slayers from barging in with stakes
destined for his heart or other bare places. He began to ground himself
against her, riding out her orgasm as his fingers moved to dance along her
clit. He wanted to keep her close so that she would cum with him. He began to
thrust more wildly, not caring if she was human and not used to his speed. He
felt himself getting closer, pulling back from her mouth as he felt his demon
coming forward. He looked at the mark on her neck, seeing with satisfaction
that it was still evident. It hadn't faded much. He ran his tongue over his
fangs, the taste of his own blood mixing with his saliva. He felt it getting
closer, her tight warmth sending him over the edge. He latched onto her neck,
biting her again in the same place as before. He covered her mouth with his
free hand, knowing from their other encounter just how loud and passionate
she could get. He felt her bite into his palm as his seed entered her, her
own orgasm rocking through her again.
 

Exhausted, Willow collapsed back against her pillow, her breathing ragged.
She could taste the bitter coppery taste of his blood in her mouth from her
bite, her body still reeling from the two orgasms he had given her. She
raised a shaky hand to her face, pushing her hair from her sweaty face as she
looked at him with curious but cautious eyes. She had so many questions. Why
was he there? How did he get in? Why had he come to her again? What was it
about him that made her forget her intentions and become this hormone driven
harlot? She knew, though, that she would not get answers. His eyes told her
that much.
 

He saw her looking at him and knew she must be wondering why he was there.
Hell, he was wondering that himself. He knew that the slayer was back, knew
this was taking a big chance. He had had to have her again though. He hadn't
been able to control it any longer. He licked his lips, trying to think of
what he could tell her without actually telling her anything. He wasn't good
at this sort of thing. Emotions were for humans. He didn't even understand
what he was feeling, how could he explain it to her? It was all too damn
confusing. He felt fingers against his lips, his blue eyes moving to look
into resolved green ones. He almost smiled when she whispered, "Don't speak,"
echoing his earlier words to her. Instead, he nodded, opening his mouth and
taking her fingers inside. He would accept this reprieve, thankful that he
wouldn't have to confess anything to her.
 

Willow pulled her fingers from his mouth, wondering if she was crazy. She
knew that it was easy to say no. She said it all the time during the regular
course of her day. Why, then, was she unable to say that simple little word
to Spike? She smiled softly, her face glowing from the satisfaction of their
coupling. She turned her head slightly, covering a yawn as she settled down
to sleep. She wasn't sure if she would again wake up to find a crude note or
simply nothing to remind her of this night. Not that she was likely to forget
it anytime soon. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her face as Spike
moved against her back, his body spooning hers as his lips brushed against
her neck. She'd worry about the practicalities of becoming involved with
Spike some other time. Was she involved with him? Did two nights of
passionate sex make them involved? No questions. Not now. Time enough for
questions later. Until next time, she'd be content to sleep in his comforting
embrace.
 

***********THE END***********

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