Willow and Spike were both doubled over with laughter as Willow told
Spike of the Halloween when everyone turned into their costumes. "And
then…" she laughed with tears in her eyes, "Buffy turned into
this
southern bell…who kept passing out and was soooo annoying!"

Spike fell on the floor in a fit of laughter at the image of the
slayer in a circa dress and not being able to fight. When Spike fell
off of the couch Willow squealed in laughter. She had never seen
anything so funny before in her life. She tried to get up and her
head spun, making her sit back down. Looking down at Spike crawling
back onto the couch, she wondered why he hadn't sobered up by now.
"Spike, why are you still drunk? We drank a whole pot of coffee."

Spike laughed, "Luv, I've got news for you, you're as drunk as I am."

"What? I am not! Caffeine just makes me all silly, apparently."
Willow defended.

Spike brought his face inches from Willow's, causing her to gasp
suddenly, "You are drunk." He said huskily, adjusting his position on
the couch so that their bodies were nearly touching. "Because I
spiked the coffee." He leaned in slowly and just as his lips brushed
hers he felt the sting of a slap cover his cheek.

Willow was pissed! How dare he get her drunk? And then he tried to
kiss her! The nerve! Before she knew what she was doing she smacked
him across the face and jumped off the couch, nearly falling to the
ground in the process. "You spiked the coffee? How dare you?! Who do
you think you are mister…mister…damn vampire! Ooh! You make
me so mad
sometimes!"

Spike shook his head in disbelief. He was considerably more aware
than she thought he was. One of the unfortunate aspects of being a
vampire was that any buzz lasted for only a short while. Must be that
pesky lack of blood circulation. She had slapped him. The brazen
little witch had actually slapped him. Spike felt his demon slip
forward a notch. He slowly got off of the couch and made his way over
to Willow, who was continuing to back away from him, apparently aware
of the mistake she had made. She backed into the wall. Spike had
become oblivious to her ramblings and focused on the slight tremble
of her bottom lip. She was frightened; that made him happy. He came
within inches of her, pressing his body into hers. He inhaled deeply,
the scent of her fear mixed with…arousal? He grabbed the back of
her
head, gripping her red hair in his fingers; he tilted her head so
that she faced him eye to eye. "You slapped me." He said through
clenched teeth.

Willow was scared. His grip on her hair pulled at her scalp in pain,
"I'm…I'm sorry! I'm sorry Spike. I won't…I won't do it again.
Please
don't hurt me." She closed her eyes.

Spike felt exhilarated at the power rush. "Look at me!" He ordered,
"Now let's see," he said evilly, "What can you do to make it up to
me? Hmmm. Oh wait, I know, this." Spike captured Willow's lips in a
hard kiss, prying her mouth open as she whimpered. He pushed her up
against the wall and gyrated his pelvis into her body. Her mouth was
on fire and Spike's demon demanded release. He could feel her
struggle slip away and be replaced by passion. He knew she wanted
him. He squeezed her ass and lifted her up. Willow wrapped her legs
tightly around Spike's waist pulling him in closer. Their tongues
dueled and Willow gasped for air. Spike carried them up the stairs
and into her bedroom. Laying her on the bed they both began to strip
of their clothing. Willow's eyes widened at the sight of his
magnificent body. Spike didn't give her much time to take him in; he
was on her immediately.

Willow vaguely was aware of what she was doing. She was about to have
sex with Spike. Somehow the thought didn't bother as much as she
thought it would. She whimpered as Spike's cool tongue played with
her erect nipple. She cried out when he nibbled on it before claiming
her mouth again in a passionate kiss. Willow had never felt such
urgency for contact. "Spike, please," she begged, "Do it now." She
felt Spike thrust his hard staff into her, filling her completely. A
mixture of pleasure and pain went through her as he began a steady
rhythm, pumping into her quickly. His thumb found her clit as they
both neared climax. Willow felt him explode inside of her as he
squeezed her clit, sending her over the edge. They called out each
other's names and collapsed .

Spike rolled off of Willow, taking her with him as he did so. Willow
lay atop him exhausted. "That was some coffee." She said before she
fell into a deep sleep.

Spike smiled and dreamed of new visions of his red-headed goddess.
 

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