Rating: R
Pairing: W/Spike
Genre: BtVS
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon.
Distribution: WLF, WLS, BMP, NHA, Aislin.
Author’s Note: Holiday Quickie #5. Pairing #1 in the Quickie Challenge
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“Twas the night before Christmas.
And all through the House.
Not a creature was stirring.
Not even a bleached blonde vampire.
The spells had been placed
By the doorways with care.
In hopes that Cupid
Soon would be there.”
Willow giggled a bit at her own private rendition of ‘The Night Before Christmas’, her insides sparkling with that odd mix of holiday cheer that seemed to be infectious at this time of year. Tomorrow would be Christmas morning and, though not a holiday she had grown up with, it was one that she had taken to rather enthusiastically during her early adult years. And now she was enamored with it, choosing to spread her own brand of holiday cheer to anyone that came within range.
Including one bleached blonde vampire.
“Poor Spikey won’t know what hit him.” She purred quietly, hanging yet another batch of her ‘special’ mistletoe. This particular clump of greenery was poised over the stairs. The same set of stairs that conveniently led to the bedrooms – somewhere Spike was destined to go during his stay with her. As if she hadn’t already made it impossible enough for him to avoid the many bunches of mistletoe around the house. She grinned evilly. He had been playing a cat and mouse game of desire with her for nearly one and a half years now and she was through with it. She had already decided that she would be doing something in very short order to deal with the little problem. So, when Giles had suggested that Spike seek out lodging in her home for the holidays, it had been like a blessing in disguise.
She was free to make plans and the put said plan into action.
Spelling the mistletoe hadn’t been too hard, in retrospect, though she still wasn’t sure if it would work as intended since she was personally immune to the affects. If everything went as planned, however, he would have the overwhelming desire to make with the smoochies with her the second he stepped under any one of the numerous pieces spread throughout the house. If he didn’t want that he was free to go, of course; but somehow she couldn’t honestly imagine him running away from such a delightful Christmas present. The only thing she could think of that would be more obvious was if she slapped a bow over each of her nipples and met him at the door wearing only that and a smile.
And, since that wasn’t going to happen in this, or any other, lifetime, she was making the best of the only other plan she had.
Mistletoe.
It wasn’t forcing him. There would be free will involved; otherwise she wasn ’t sure she could allow herself to go through with it. Forcing others to do her bidding wasn’t really the type of thing she was interested in. The spell she had placed on the innocent looking clumps was such that he would only find himself in her arms if it were something he already found agreeable. So – if he wanted smoochies with her, then he’d get them. If he were dead set against the idea, he wouldn’t feel a thing.
The doorbell rang and Willow jumped. A glance out the front window told her that sunset was well underway, making it possible for adventurous vampires to be out and about.
And Spike was nothing if he wasn’t adventurous.
Running a hand through her hair, she opened the door with a smile and hid the anxiety she felt behind a mask of pure, feigned, innocence. It was the same mask she had worn most of her life, in front of her friends and family.
“Hey, Spike!” She chirped, swinging the door wide. She licked her lips, unconsciously preparing herself for what she hoped would come as she gestured for him to come inside with a sweep of her hand. “Come in?”
Her breath caught in her throat and she didn’t even hear whatever greeting he may have given as he stepped foot in the house.
And directly under the first clump of enchanted mistletoe.
Willow bit her lower lip; her eyes round as they darted from him to the bunch of greenery and then back to him again. Her heart was fluttering so fast in her chest that she didn’t think she could stand it. Would he feel it? Would he not? Would he feel it and get mad at her? Would –
‘Oh Goddess!’ Willow sighed happily, as his cool lips met hers. Hard on soft. Cold on warm. Living on undead. She moaned into his mouth, giving entry to his probing tongue, her own moist length fighting back with a fervor that shocked and surprised even herself. She felt her back hit the wall and gasped, unaware that they had even been moving. His hands were on her body, raking over the clothing that concealed her flesh.
“S-Spike?” She murmured questioningly. Something was off. The mistletoe should have only prompted a kiss not this. Her spell must have gone wrong. Typical, she knew, for one of her spells to do something unexpected.
“Shhh, Red.”
And then his lips were on her neck, nibbling at the delicate flesh. She arched up into him, feeling his body’s all too evident state of arousal dig into her stomach, bunched tight within those jeans that he was always wearing. It had to be uncomfortable down there for him, and she moved her hands slowly along his sides, inching every closer to her instinctive desire to free him from any discomfort he may be feeling. Her own willpower was overridden by the pent up sexual frustration he had cultivated in her, whether knowingly or not, for more than a year; as one cool hand slid up under her shirt, massaging her unbound breasts. She growled, digging her nails into his shoulders and abandoning herself to his mouth and hands without another thought.
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Forty-five minutes later found them quite naked, still in each other’s arms and most definitely still right inside the door, laying on a not-so-comfortable bed of discarded clothing. Willow smiled sleepily, her back aching from the hardness of first the wall, then the floor. She stretched, deciding that it was a good ache. An ache that reminded her of all the pleasure he had just given her and that which she had given him freely in return. She was sore, though a part of her longed for more.
“Witch, that was the best shag I think I’ve had in forever.”
The red head blushed, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. She turned, her eyes wide with honestly as she admitted her deception to him in a halting voice.
“And to think I owe it all to a spell.”
“Spell?” Spike inquired, rising up on one elbow to look down at her. His hair was mussed, falling into not so peaky spikes. It was sexy. That just got out of bed, and boy did I have fun, look. His eyes were blue, though they had faded to gold on and off during the course of not one, but two, orgasms on his part, and a whopping four on hers. She blushed under the weight of that look, tearing her gaze from him to stare up at the ceiling.
“Yeah. I charmed the mistletoe to induce you to kiss me – as long as it was something you consciously wanted anyway. But – well, it appears the spell went wacky and made you want something more. Not that I’m upset about it or anything. If you’re not, that is. Because. . . I mean . . . ‘Wow!’.”
“Spell?” The vampire repeated, a sly smile stealing across his lips. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Pet. I think your magic must’ve gotten crossed somewhere. That wasn’t any spell. . . We’re under the bloody mistletoe right now and I don’t feel a thing.”
“It . . . wasn’t? You. . . don’t?” She whispered, confusion spreading like fire across her face. Her mouth worked slowly, brain trying to come up with a plausible explanation for why he would have just spent all that time senselessly screwing her if it weren’t for one of her own flipped out spells. “Then –“
“The part where I kissed you and then threw you against the wall and shagged your brains out?” He smirked, a cocky grin on his lips. “Or the part where I showed you what a tongue really could be used for?”
“Yeah – that part. Those parts, even.” Her confidence was waning rapidly under this new information, and she was blushing furiously. Her body didn’t seem to realize that she should be embarrassed, though, and it was heating up again merely from the mention of what he had done to her.
He grinned, leaning down until his lips were only a breath away from hers. Just before they touched hers to begin again with what they had only just finished, his whispery voice reached her ears, letting her in on his little secret.
“I did that cause I wanted to, of course.”
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