Willow glanced back at the sleeping form of Spike before she closed
the door of her bedroom. It was 11:30 in the morning and she figured
he was in a deep enough sleep by now to steal away without waking
him. She gathered her materials and assembled them in her parents'
master bathroom. It was the biggest room with a lock on it in the
house. She lit the candles surrounding her and sprinkled a thin layer
of thyme and sage just inside the ring of candles. Sitting herself
within the enchanted circle, Willow closed her eyes and began to
softly chant the familiar spell. She had practiced it three other
times since the big screw-up a few months ago and felt that she had
gained complete control. It all came down to concentration really. As
she said the last magical words of the incantation a quick, soft
breeze flew across her, blowing out all of the candles except for the
one she held in her hands; the one that promised her control. She
opened her eyes and smiled, "So mote it be." She said softly and blew
out the candle. Willow cleaned up her materials and went downstairs
to fix some lunch. Setting herself on the couch she smiled to
herself, she could hardly wait until Spike woke up.

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Spike reached out and grabbed the empty pillow. His eyes flung open
in an instant. He had fully expected to find Willow there beside him.
How dare she leave him! Putting on his jeans he strode out of the
room and followed her scent downstairs. There was some god-awful talk
show on the tele, but Willow was no where in sight. Movement caught
his eye and he found her searching through the bookshelf, her back to
him. He snuck up silently behind her and clamped his hand over her
mouth. "You weren't there when I woke up Luv. I missed you." He swung
her around and pushed her up against the bookshelf, capturing her
warm lips in a commanding kiss. Spike pressed their bodies together
forcefully, demanding contact.

Willow's heart jumped into her throat when Spike grabbed her from
behind. She hadn't heard him at all. When he had swung her around to
face him, she was about to speak but was cut short by an incredible
kiss. She whimpered in surprise and Spike took advantage, thrusting
his cool tongue into her mouth. Willow couldn't help but want him.
She clawed lustfully at his naked chest, feeling his hard muscles.
Her mind reeled from the passion and she forced herself to break
contact with him. She didn't want her plans ruined. Sex could
wait…a little while anyway. "Spike." She said breathlessly. When he
didn't respond she said it louder, "Spike!"

"What?!" He asked, genuinely surprised. He knew she wanted him, he
could smell her arousal. "It's a little late for cold feet now,
Baby." He chided.

Willow caught her breath, "No, it's not that. BELIEVE ME, it's not
that. It's just that it's 6:00 and I'm a little hungry."

Spike smiled, "So am I." He began sucking at her neck, cursing the
implant for the thousandth time. He continued his assault on Willow's
neckline as his hands traveled up her shirt and found her satin
enclosed breasts. He gave her erect nipples a gentle squeeze and she
cried out, moving away from him. Spike glared at her playfully,
someone wanted to play hard to get? He loved to play games.

Willow walked to the couch, facing Spike all the while, "No, I mean I
could really use a good dinner about now. I don't suppose you know
how to cook?"

Spike shrugged his shoulders, "Don't really have much use for it now
but before I was turned I seem to recall being a bit of a chef." He
sauntered across the room and Willow moved behind the couch, keeping
the piece of furniture between them. "I'm not going to cook for you,
Red. But I can promise…other…delicacies."

Willow stared at Spike intently, "You will cook me the most fabulous
dinner of my life." Her eyes lit up and Willow felt something inside
her *shift *. She noticed Spike's change in demeanor immediately.

"Right." He answered, "I think I know just the thing for you Luv." He
kissed her on the cheek before walking into the kitchen. He found the
food Willow had purchased during the day.

"You know what my favorite dish is?" she called sweetly.

Spike peeked his head out from the kitchen, "What?"

"Well, I love Italian food, but my favorite is penne a la vodka with
a loaf of homemade garlic bread smothered in mozzarella and parmesan
cheeses."

Spike beamed back at her, "Coming right up!" He ducked back into the
kitchen.

Willow let out a small giggle and walked into the kitchen. Looking at
Spike, she couldn't help but notice the desire building inside of
her. Taking in his lean, muscular torso, an idea suddenly came to
her. Revenge was sweet indeed. "Oh Spike." She sang.

Spike turned around to find Willow holding up a small apron. "Oh no,
I'm not wearing that little thing. I'll cook you the best meal of
your little life Red, but I'll stick to my jeans thank you very
much." He turned his back to her and shook his head. Silly little
chit.

Willow cocked her eyebrow, "Spike, you love to cook in the nude,
wearing only *this * apron." She was truly loving this! She held out
the apron to Spike who took it thankfully.

"Was wondering where that bloody thing was. Thanks Pet." He kissed
her full on the lips. Looking at her with a sexy smile he added,
"Well? You gonna turn around or stand there and watch?" He began
slowly unfastening his pants.

Willow said nothing, just stared at Spike's movements as he freed his
semi-hard cock. She let out her breath slowly, not realizing that she
was even holding it.

Spike enjoyed the reaction he caused in Willow and shortened the
distance between them. Lifting her head, he captured her lips in a
soft kiss.

Willow opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. She whimpered
as she felt his now hard cock press into her stomach. She found his
marble staff with her hands and began gently caressing the length of
him. She felt him lift her long skirt and brush his callused
fingertips up her thighs. Willow was overwhelmed with desire. She
smeared the droplet of pre-cum across the head of Spike's cock and
found herself wondering what he tasted like. She began kissing his
neck, trailing kisses onto his chest. She suckled and nipped at his
nipple and felt his strong hand take gentle hold of her head. She did
not resist the gentle pushes as Spike guided her down to his aching
cock. Willow hesitated for a moment and then, starting at the base,
licked the length of him. She heard a low groan escape Spike,
encouraging her to take him into her mouth.

Spike nearly died again when she finally engulfed him into her hot
mouth. It took all of his will power not to violently fuck her mouth
but he kept his demon in check, for the time being. He knew she had
never done this before and he didn't want to make it a violent
experience for her. "Suck me." Spike instructed. He let out a load
moan when she complied. "Oh Willow…" he closed his eyes, wrapping
his fingers into her red hair. He hadn't even noticed that he began a
slow rhythm of pumping back and forth while holding her head still.
Willow seemed to quicken the pace on her own, scraping the underside
of his cock with her teeth, causing Spike to roll his eyes back in
shear pleasure. "Faster Willow." He commanded, now holding her head
in place with both hands. He wasn't going to last much longer. He
allowed his demon to come to the edge and thrust hard into Willow's
mouth three times, exploding his seed down her throat on the third
pump. He cried out at his release and held Willow in position for a
moment until he could retreat the demon inside him. Willow continued
to suck him dry, releasing him just as he thought he would go another
round. He guided her to a standing position and kissed her
passionately pulling the front of her skirt up to her waist. "Now
it's your turn Pet."

Willow moaned when he rubbed her soaking clit but pushed his hand
away, "Water." She breathed.

Spike looked at her confused, thinking that she needed a glass of
water.

"It's boiling." She added. "My dinner?"

Clarity sprang to Spike's eyes and he turned around to turn down the
burner on the stove. Satisfied, he turned to face his lover but she
was gone. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Oh well, he'd
have to pay her back later.

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Willow sat back in her chair completely full. "Spike, that was indeed
the very bestest dinner I have ever had in my life." She smiled at
the vampire sitting across from her. "Thank you."

Spike gave her a sexy smile, "Wait until you see dessert."

They both giggled at his innuendo, the red wine starting to take its
affect on them. Willow vowed to stop once she felt a buzz coming on.
There would be no repeating of her drunken state last night. They
both stood and walked over to the couch. "First," Willow said,
"before dessert is served, there will be entertainment. You will
dance for me." Her eyes lit up and Willow again felt the familiar
*shift * inside of her.

"Of course!" Spike agreed standing before her in his black jeans and
black T-shirt. Willow had made him get dressed before sitting down at
the table. There was only so much she could take without ruining her
plans completely. She watched as Spike put on the radio and began
dancing around the room. Willow concentrated once more, "Did I
mention that you are a great stripper?" She laughed as Spike tore off
his shirt and threw it at her, gyrating to the music coming over the
speakers. Slowly he unfastened his button fly jeans while teasing her
with his movements. As soon as he got the jeans off, Willow was on
him. She could control herself no longer. Who was she kidding? Here
she had this gorgeous hunk of a vampire ready to pleasure her every
whim and she was making him dance! They kissed passionately, Willow's
legs wrapped around Spike's waist. He squeezed her ass as he held her
up. "Spike," Willow whispered, "fuck me like I've never been fucked.
Don't wait any longer. I need you inside me." Spike laid her on the
carpet in front of the fireplace. Willow closed her eyes and thought
not for the last time that night, revenge was indeed sweet.
 

THE END.

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