Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I humbly borrow, twisting and bending plots to my will Want it? Take it, just lemme know where it's going:)
Summary: Spike and Willow are stuck all alone. What ever shall they do?
Warning...Pointless fluff abounds (but isn't that the best kind:D)
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Click. Click. Click, click, click. Click.
"Oh, come on already! Got places to go, people to eat." Click, click, click, click.
She glared at him, rolling her eyes. "You know, that isn't helping."
"You know…you're right," he said, smiling sarcastically before reaching his arm out, eyes still glaring at her. Click, click, click, click, click.
"God, Spike! You're so infuriating!"
"Oh, right, and you're a real pleasure to be around." Click, click, click.
"One time. You just have to hit it one time and have a little patience."
"Yeah, well I'm not known for my patience, Red." Click, click, click.
"Well, Spike, that isn't helping. It's just…really annoying. It doesn't matter how many times you hit the button. You can't just think hitting it again and again will make it arrive quicker. It isn't a magic button that you hit over and over like…" She leaned forward hitting the button over and over, click, click, click, "and expect…"
Ding!
"It to magically open," she finished quietly as he smiled smugly and sauntered into the elevator.
"Hurry up, Red. Don't have all night." She let out a deep, aggravated sigh and stomped through the doors just before they slid closed. She hit the button for the top floor and then leaned against the wall to her side, closing her eyes. A few seconds later, she heard a click and then sniffed at the air, her eyes suddenly popping open at the smell of smoke. Whipping her head around, she saw Spike leaning against the opposite wall, smoking a cigarette, eyes closed.
"Spike! Oh my god!" She yelled, quickly taking the few steps over to him and yanking the cigarette from his lips, tossing it to the floor and stomping it out.
"Hey, now! What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing? That was my last one!"
"Spike, you can't smoke in here," she said, glaring at him, hands on her hips.
"Oh, give me a break," he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. "You know, I didn't ask for this. Didn't ask to be captured by those damn commandos, didn't ask for this bleedin chip and I sure as hell didn't ask to be stuck with you lot."
"Yeah, well, you know, no one is asking for you to be here either," she shot back. He looked at her incredulously. "Okay, well…except Buffy…who pretty much made you come to help, but…besides that…" She trailed off, looking around the small elevator.
"Let's just get this over with, all right?" He said gruffly. "Where exactly are we going?"
"We're going to check out one of the offices on the top floor, see what we can dig up. Buffy had a run in with some demons that were apparently working for some guy who has an office up there. Her and Xander should be meeting us here." She glanced up at the floor numbers as they continued to climb.
Spike, looking around in boredom, noticed a small red phone and the wall and picked it up, listening to see what was on the other side. "Hello?" He spoke into the phone.
"Spike, what are you doing?"
He pulled the silent phone away from his ear and looked over at her. "Just wanted to see what was on the other end is all," he said innocently.
"Well, it isn't a toy, put it back," she said sternly.
"Oh, and why should I?"
"Spike, just put it back," she growled, lunging for the phone. Just as her hand closed around the mouth piece, he pulled up and back away from her, inadvertently yanking it from the wall.
"Look what you did now!" She shouted.
"Me? This is YOU'RE fault witch," he shot back. She rolled her eyes. "If you hadn't been playing with…" Suddenly, she was cut off as the elevator began to shudder before coming to a screeching halt.
"Now what?" Spike growled.
"I…I think we're stuck," she said quietly, glancing around at the suddenly, seemingly smaller space around her, trying not to panic. "Maybe it will just start up again in a minute."
"And if not?"
"Um, well…we can't call for help, thanks to YOU," she said, glaring at him as he snorted. "I…I'm not sure…maybe if we…um…oh god…is the air getting thinner in here?"
"What?"
"Do you think it's getting harder to breath?" She asked, her face starting to turn red and her breathing becoming heavier.
"Don't know, pet, not really one for breathing," he said with smile, which quickly melted away as she began to hyperventilate. "Hey now, what's all this?"
"Huh? What? I…I can't breath and it's too hot in here, and the walls are…"
"Calm down, Red. You're just having a bit of an anxiety attack. Didn't know you were claustrophobic. I'm sure we'll be out of here in no time," he said, trying to calm her down.
"No, Spike, you don't understand. Eventually, the air will be all stale and I won't be able to breath, and I'll die. Or…or you would have to turn me, which, trust me, not an option worth considering, and…and then if that doesn't happen, what if it suddenly lets go and plummets to the bottom floor. We'll be crushed and killed, or...well, I'll be dead and you'll be re-dead, again, or…" Suddenly he grasped her head and turned her face up, claiming her lips with his own in an attempt to stop her babble and take her mind off of where they were.
When she finally pulled away, her face was flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes wide. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Thought you'd at least know that, Red," he said with a smirk, leaning back against the wall, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her with him. He watched as her face turned a deeper shade of red.
"Well…I mean, I know what it was…but…why…why did you…"
"Really need to explain that to you?" He looked deep in her eyes and she was startled to see the lust within his crystal blue ones.
Before she had a chance to further ponder it, his lips were once again descending upon hers. Closing her eyes, all thought of the elevator, the air and possibilities of plummeting to her death disappeared from Willow's mind. The only thing she was aware of was the vampire, now turning them, pressing her against the cool, metal wall, his lips devouring hers as his hands ran up and down her arms, squeezing her soft skin.
Reaching around the hard body pressed against her, she clutches at his shirt, feeling the contours of his lean, muscular back through the fabric. Just as she felt his hands begin a slow ascent up her thin shirt, she pulled her head back and pushed a bit at the vampire's chest.
"No, wait…we…we shouldn't be doing this," she told him, panting for air.
"What? Why not?" He asked, outraged, and desperate to reclaim her lips with his own. The blond tried to lean in to resume the kiss, but was held back by the young witch.
"I…I…it's not right…we…we shouldn't, and…I mean, I lo-"
"Dog boy? Red, he's gone. Been gone for months now, remember?" She looked down, a slightly dejected expression on her flushed face. Spike let out a deep sigh and moved his hands to grasp hers, waiting for her to look up at him again.
"Willow…the werewolf…he was a moron. Couldn't see what he had right in front of him," he said softly.
Slowly, the redhead turned her watery eyes to look up at him.
"He isn't coming back," he told her. "But you won't hear me complaining about that. His loss…my incredible gain." With that, he dove toward her, the kiss deep and passionate, expressing to her everything he was feeling at that moment.
Slowly, tentatively, she reached out for his hands, which were now gripping her shoulders and moved them down to her stomach, slipping them just under her shirt. She could feel the vampire grin, now moving to lick and suck at her neck. Willow's head fell back a bit as he nipped at a sensitive spot on the lower part of her neck and let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his arms tightly.
Slowly, Spike lifted the hem of the girl's shirt, raising it up and off of her. She blushed as she raised and lowered her arms in compliance, and moved to cover herself self-consciously.
"No," he whispered, shaking his head and pulled her arms away from her body. "Don't hide yourself from me. Been hide'n too long, pet." She looked up into his eyes, seeing desire and lust sparking there and smiled at the thought that she was creating that. He licked his lips before slowly lowering his head, kissing his way down her chest and over the thin, satin material still covering her.
"Still wearing far too many clothes, luv" he whispered, his voice husky, as his hands dropped down to her skirt, quickly undoing the clasp and letting it slide down her slender legs.
The redhead shivered slightly as the vampire continued to explore her body with his lips and tongue. "Are-aren't you…wearing…too much?" She gasped between breathes, pulling his coat off of his shoulders and tugging at his shirt. In a flash, the shirt was gone, and her hands were coming in contact with the cool skin of his hard chest. Her fingers kneaded his chest for a few moments before she began running them up and down the pale flesh, her nails raking across the skin lightly. Hearing the vampire moan, she let her nails dig in just a bit more and smiled as she felt his body shudder.
A second later, Spike was undoing the clasp on her bra and pulling it away. Leaning forward he quickly captured one hard, rosy nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud as he sucked at the soft flesh. A hand reached up, cupping the other breast, roughly rolling the nipple between thumb and finger, slightly pulling and pinching.
Willow moaned loudly, arching her back slightly and closing her eyes and Spike's smile broadened. He felt her hands slide down to his pants, tugging at them for a moment before getting them undone and slipping inside. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he felt her warm hand grasp his swollen member tightly.
After running her hand up and down his hardened length a few times, Willow tugged at his pants, bending and removing them quickly. Her eyes widened as her eyes took in the evidence of his arousal.
Spike watched as she pulled the pants away and stood back up, her desire-filled eyes looking at him with slight apprehension. Never being one to ask permission for anything, Spike knew what he wanted and was ready to take it. Sweeping her into his arms, he quickly laid her down on his leather duster on the floor and began kissing her again. Trailing kisses down her body, he moved in circles around both breasts, purposefully avoiding the nipples and then down her stomach. Stopping just as he reached her bellybutton, he slowly started making his way back up, hearing a small whimper escape her lips.
"Spike," she whined, "what are you doing?"
The vampire let out a small chuckle. "Going up, luv," he told her with a smile.
"Aren't you supposed to be going down?" She whispered hoarsely.
"All in good time," he responded, just as his lips reached her chest. This time he went right in for the hardened nipples, licking and sucking first at one and then the other. Sliding a hand down her body, he slowly ran it over her panties before slipping inside, sliding a single finger into her tight heat. He heard her gasp and did the same as he felt how tight and wet she was.
"Spike, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Never one to need to be asked twice, he quickly ripped the panties away from her and nudged her legs further apart, settling himself over her. In one quick thrust, he was inside of her, causing her to scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back at the feel of her tight heat enveloping him. Waiting a moment for the witch to adjust to his size, he felt her begin to move beneath him. Taking that as his cue, he began a steady rhythm, slowly speeding up his thrusts, hearing the girl panting and moaning beneath him.
"Spike…please…so close…please," he heard her begging and could feel her tightening around him, knowing he couldn't hold out for very long. Leaning in, without thought, his face morphed and he slowly bit into her neck, causing the girl to scream. He felt her shudder around him and his climax quickly followed as he drank deeply from her. When he knew he could take no more from her, he stopped, gently lapping at the wound on her neck, listening as her racing heart slowly returned to a normal beat.
"Spike…that was…that…that was…" she stammered, her eyes closed, hands holding onto his arms tightly.
"Incredible," he supplied with a grin.
The redhead nodded. "Yeah, that," she said.
Ding!
Willow's head shot up and Spike turned, both looking toward the numbers over the elevator door, seeing that they were again moving.
"Oh my god!" Willow squealed, trying to scramble out from under Spike. Some time during their coupling the elevator must have started up again without their noticing.
As quickly as possible, Willow threw her now wrinkled clothes back on and tried to straighten out her tangled hair.
"Spike! What are you doing? Come on!" She yelled, seeing the vampire lazily sliding his pants back on. He let out a small chuckle as he pulled on his t-shirt.
Ding!
Willow looked up again to see that they had reached the top floor. Spike slid his coat on just as the doors slid open. Willow's eyes widened nervously as she saw Xander and Buffy standing in the doorway.
"Hey, you finally made it," Xander said as they came into sight.
"Why do you look all…disheveled," Buffy asked, suspiciously eyeing the redhead.
"Uh, yeah…the…uh, elevator got…stuck," she said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh, well…good thing you aren't claustrophobic," Xander responded with a smile. "I mean, if it had been me…I would have been terrified, but you being you…bet you were as cool as a cucumber. Wills has never been afraid of small spaces," he told Spike. "We got trapped in an elevator once when we were younger…never seen the girl calmer and more collected in my life."
The vampire looked toward Willow, raising an eyebrow in question.
"You seem all nervous and…kinda worn out, Willow. Are you okay?" Buffy asked still, still suspecting something.
"Uh, yeah…" she said, with another nervous giggle, stepping out of the elevator and avoiding looking at Spike. "No problem at all."
As they began to walk down the darkened hallway, Buffy glanced over at Willow, squinting slightly.
"What's on your neck?" She asked, suddenly realized what had been going on. Spike stopped dead and grinned slyly as Willow turned beat red and slapped her hand over the wound on her neck that she hadn't even realized was there.
"Oh my god! He bit you!" Buffy yelled in outraged. Hearing a thud, they all turned, seeing Xander stumble in shock and fall face first onto the floor.