Pairing: Willow/Spike
Disclaimer: I humbly borrow, twisting and bending plots to my will.
Summary: Just a little PWP to pass the time:)
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"No! No, that isn't the end of the matter, at all!" She stood, her hands on her hips, staring him down. She knew what the outcome to this argument would be. She knew that she had already lost, but refused to admit that perhaps she, super brainy wicca girl, was wrong, and maybe, just maybe, the stupid, chipped, evil vampire was right. She just couldn't bring herself to admit that. So instead, here she stood, desperately trying to twist this argument any which way she could so that she might be able to hold onto the few shreds of dignity she still possessed.
"What do you mean that isn't the end? I just explained the entire bloody thing to you. How can that not be the end?" He was starting to become more aggravated now, and she knew she should really back off, but despite her extensive book smarts, she was never one to really know when it was time to back down from a fight.
"Well, I happen to think you're wrong," she announced, nose in the air, as if she had just won a great victory. He stood, staring at her, his face completely unreadable. Several seconds passed, feeling more like hours, and she could feel herself growing more and more nervous, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, awaiting the eruption she knew was inevitable.
Suddenly, she heard a low, deep growl just before he exploded into a tirade, stomping about in front of her, pacing back and forth.
"You think I'm wrong? You think I'm wrong? What in the bloody hell do you mean you think I'm wrong? I know what I'm talking about here, witch. This isn't some ridiculous math equation. I didn't forget to carry the one. It's facts, plain and simple. I'm right and you're wrong! End. Of. Bloody. Story!"
"Oh, yeah.well.So's you're face!" Damn. That comeback never works. Really gotta get that one out of there.
"What?" He looked at her, a confused look on his face. "What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?"
"I.I.it means." she faltered, her face growing redder in aggravation, "that you are.nothing but a.big.stupid.mean vampire!" A smile broke out across his face at her words, causing her to shake in anger.
"Well, thanks luv. Didn't know you cared."
"Go to hell!"
"Pardon me?" The smile melted quickly from his face, cold anger returning.
"Go. To. Hell," she repeated, slowly.
"Watch it, little girl," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
"Oh! Big tough vampire getting all demanding now, is he?" She said with a snort and a roll of her eyes. She knew she had nothing left but to resort to petty child logic at this point.
"You like it when I get demanding," he whispered seductively, stepping up and sweeping her hair back behind her shoulder.
"Drop dead," she muttered, avoiding looking at him. Grabbing her chin, he jerked her face up to meet his gaze.
"Bit late for that, now isn't it luv?" He said with a grin.
"Bastard," she whispered. He gripped her arms tightly and pulled her a bit closer, holding her firmly.
"Watch it, pet, you're on shaky ground as it is."
"Watch me quiver," she shot back with another roll of her eyes. Still smiling, he ran a cool finger from her ear, slowly down her neck, caressing the soft skin around her collarbone. He felt her shudder slightly under his touch and chuckled to himself, enjoying the scowl marring her beautiful face as her own body betrayed her.
"Promises, promises pet," he whispered. "But you know you have been a very bad girl, going on with the yelling and the pouting, not to mention the bad language. Think maybe I should teach you a lesson or two before I make you.quiver."
"Fuck you," she replied, her voice low and husky, her breath catching in her throat.
"All in due time, luv, all in due time," he said, before his mouth descended upon hers, his lips capturing her own in a punishing kiss. Soon his tongue was tracing the outline of her mouth, demanding entrance, which was quickly received as her lips parted and she gasped for breath. His tongue swept in, exploring the depths of her mouth, tasting her, claiming her as his own.
Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers clawing at his back. With a slight smile, he nipped at her lower lip with blunt teeth, and chuckled when she gasped into his mouth. Hearing him laugh, she suddenly broke the kiss, panting for breath, and tried in vain to push him away, her hands pressed against his hard chest.
"Now, now, none of that," he chided, his lips curled up into an amused grin, causing the anger to again bubbled up inside of her.
"You are such a cocky bastard," she told him.
"And you, pet, are a very naughty little girl that is about to learn a good, hard lesson," he replied, before suddenly grabbing her waist and lifting her. He heard her squeal as he tossed her over his shoulder and turned to make his way up the stairs to her bedroom.
He tossed her onto the big, soft bed and she immediately rolled to a sitting position, scowling at him. She moved to climb off, only to find him towering over her, a strong hand clamped onto her shoulder, keeping her seated.
"Now, behave yourself, or you'll make this last even longer," he warned in a low, yet amused voice.
"Promise?" She shot back, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance.
"I guarantee, pet," he whispered, leaning down and brushing a bit of red hair behind her ear. She shuddered slightly and turned her head up and to the side, closing her eyes and noting to herself that the old Cordelia Chase of Sunnydale High would have been proud at that moment of just how self-righteous she appeared.
He reached out and gently grasped her chin, turning her back to face him. "Are you finally going to admit that I was right and you were wrong?" He asked, a small smile gracing his features. She simply glared at him, not saying a word. "Right, still the stubborn little brat then, is it?" He said with a little more frustration, as he sat next to her on the bed.
She looked over at him, worry creeping into her eyes for the first time that evening. "You aren't really going to..." she trailed off, not willing to accept her fate just yet.
"Oh, I'm going to pet," he smiled broadly at her, clearly enjoying her sudden discomfort.
"Well, you can't! You just can't! I...I'm a grown woman who..."
"Who is acting like a spoiled little girl right now," he interrupted, causing her to pout in aggravation.
"And anyways, I still say YOU were wrong and I was right!" She said, reaching out and poking him in the chest in emphasis of each word. Moving with lightning fast reflexes, he grabbed her outstretched wrist and yanked her to him, pulling her up and over his lap, causing her to squeal in surprise and struggle against him.
"I've had enough of the games, pet," he growled. "Time for the punishment." With one hand holding her struggling arms behind her back, the other lifted up and swiftly came down upon her covered cheeks with a loud smack. She jerked forward slightly and let out a gasp as the sting spread across her skin. Before she had a chance to contemplate what was happening, his hand descended again down upon her ass.
"Spike, stop," she whined, writhing on his lap. Shifting her slightly, he could feel himself harden, pressing into her stomach, and smiled slightly.
After a few minutes of continual spanking, he stopped, rubbing her warmed bottom for a few moments, feeling the heat rising through the cloth of her skirt. He heard her moan softly as she arched up into his soothing hand, and chuckled to himself. Reaching down, he slowly lifted her long, flowing skirt, causing the redhead to renew her protests, and arched an eyebrow at the lack of clothing below the skirt.
"No panties, luv?" He whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder and renew her protests.
"Spike, stop. You can't.mmmmm.I mean, you." Willow's mind fell to pieces as she felt the blond vampire rubbing the palm of his hand over her heated flesh. After a few moments of rubbing, she suddenly noticed his hand disappear, just before it came down on her unprotected ass with a loud smack.
Willow arches her back as her body jerked forward slightly. Just before she was about to begin protesting again, she felt Spike's hand resume the rubbing. After several moments of simple, teasing rubbing, Willow began to squirm on his lap.
"Spike, please, I." Before she could get further, the hand slipped down between her legs, sliding along her slick opening, and she gasped, arching further into the touch.
"Oh, goddess, Spike.right there.more, I." Willow let out a disappointed moan as she felt the hand again disappear.
"Please, Spike." She whined.
"Just say it, pet," he whispered, leaning down and letting his tongue dart out, lapping lightly at her ear. "Just say that I was right and you were wrong."
Willow felt the fight in her return, and bucked up again, trying to wriggle free.
Deciding to switch tactics, spike lifted her easily and tossed her onto the bed again. Before she could even sit up, he was on top of her, covering her body with his own, pulling at her shirt, tugging it over her head and off, tossing it to the floor. A second later, the skirt followed and she found herself completely naked, laid out before a still fully clothed vampire.
Willow shivered as she felt him move up her body, his denim and cotton rubbing against all the right place at all the right time. She moaned softly as his lips captured hers in a bruising kiss and one hand reached up, tangling in her long, red hair, the other slipping down to first one breast, and then the other, pinching and pulling at each nipple.
Willow was quickly losing herself in a sea of Spike. All she could see, feel, smell.was all Spike and she wanted.needed more. Reaching an arm out, Willow began to pull at the buttons on the vampire's shirt, desperate to get closer to him.
"Tsk, tsk," Spike whispered, seduction thick in his voice, as a sly grin slipped across his lips. "Naughty girl, haven't been given permission yet."
"Spike, please, need more," she whined, not caring that she was begging at this point.
"Just say the word, luv, and you can have it all," he told her, hoping she would give in. The truth was, he wasn't entirely sure how much longer he could hold out like that, himself.
With a sudden burst of strength that neither of them knew she possessed, Willow had them both flipped over, she now straddling his waist, leaning down, kissing and sucking her way up and down his neck.
Again, the feeling of his fully clothed body against her naked one was overwhelming, but she wanted more from him, and the clothes were standing in her way. Immediately, she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eliciting a growl of her own in frustration, before grabbing the garment and ripping it open.
As she began to undo his pants, Spike gripped her shoulders and rolled them back over, once again covering her body with his own. Quickly removing the rest of his clothes, he positioned himself at her entrance, already feeling the heat coming from her. Willow tried to lift her hips up in the hopes of speeding up this process. She wanted him inside her, now, but Spike was not having it. Holding her firmly, he gave her his patented smirk, knowing he had her now.
"Say it, Willow," he said, his voice low and husky.
Willow closed her eyes and groaned, again trying to move, to no avail. Finally, she looked up at him, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, Spike. Alright? You were right, and I was wrong. It's NOT more interesting when one of those stories on the internet is left off with a cliffhanger. I get that, okay? You're right.now fuck me."
"Damn straight, I'm right," she heard him mumbled triumphantly, just before thrusting fully into the her, a satisfied smile appearing on her face as she cried out in pleasure. She hated to admit that she was wrong, but then, sometime loosing the battles was part of the strategy in winning the war.
The End