Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Willow. Joss and the people at Mutant Enemy do. I don't own them. I just wanted them to have sex.
Summary: It's sex. That's it. There is no plot. There is no point. It's pointless sex between Spike and Willow. PWP. Really.
Spoilers: None, except for the facts that Spike and Willow exist in the Buffy-verse. Really. No spoilers that I can think of.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Distribution: Anyone that wants it. Just let me know.
Authors notes: This is my first leap into the Buffy-verse. Well the first one I'm willing to share with anyone. Like I said before, it's pointless sex. A complete waste of the ten minutes it will take you to read it. I'd love some input, good or bad. I'm confident the suckyness of my writings. Enjoy.
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The warm softness of her pale skin was slowly driving him insane. It was such a contrast to any lover he had taken in a very long time. He wanted to feel more of it, all of it. Without giving her time to protest he slipped his hands under her shirt and then drew it up over her shoulders. He was greeted with a large expanse of silky pale skin and two palm-sized mounds covered in black lace. The lace surprised him more than the mounds. He hadn't expected her to be so daring under all of those layers of fluff. "I'm impressed, Red."
Despite the fact that they were currently engaged in the foreplay part of sex, she managed to blush. That was his Red, so full of innocence. He pushed her against the wall and captured her mouth with his. One of his hands wrapped around one of her breasts. Both of her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders pulling them closer together. There was barely any room between them for his hands to move along her soft contours. He touched her with the lightest of touches, barely enough for her to even feel it. Caressing, teasing.
Her scent drove him mad. The mix of vanilla body lotion and peach shampoo intoxicated him. He knew her scent from a mile away. But he wasn't a mile away at the moment. He was up close and personal with her, and damned if he wouldn't enjoy it. Damned if she wouldn't enjoy it as well. He had every intention of showing her exactly what one hundred years of practice produced in a lover. He was quite certain that she would, and already was reaping the benefits of his diligent studies.
From what he could smell of her arousal, they could have skipped the foreplay part altogether. He knew he was more than ready, and her scent was quickly filling up the room. He wanted to do this the right way though. Well, he had planned on doing it the right way, until she pulled away and looked up at him with deep green eyes clouded with lust and purred, "Fuck me."
How could he resist a plea like that? She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself against him as he picked her up and deposited her on the bed. He laid her down upon the black satin sheets and just looked at her for a moment. God, she was the most beautiful thing he had seen in all of his years, and he had seen some beautiful things. None of them could compare to the fiery goddess spread before him. None.
Her hair was a deep red, the color of the blood he drank daily to survive. It fell around her face framing her pale skin perfectly, and bringing out the depth of her deep green eyes. He found that of all the things he liked about her, her eyes were what he liked the most. One could get lost for hours in the emotions reflected in them, yet never really know what she was thinking. Her entire body screamed out feminine perfection, with everything in perfect proportion. From her breasts, to her waist, to her long slender legs. It was perfection. It made him wonder why she hid herself away in the fluffy sweaters. It was just as well, he decided in the end. He didn't want any other man seeing what he was.
Remembering, what he was doing he moved his hands slowly down her body to the waistband of her pants. He drifted over the button then hesitated. He looked deep into the eyes that he loved so much, "Are you sure you want to do this pet?"
She moved in the blink of an eye, practically tearing his shirt from his body in response. "Yes Spike, I'm sure, now fuck me damnit."
He chuckled. There was that fire he loved. That was what had drawn him to her in the first place. He had seen it so often before in battle circumstances and had found himself wondering what it took to bring that fire out of the normally meek girl. He had made it his personal goal in life (unlife) to make that fire come out more. She seemed happier when that flame was visible.
He pulled the remaining clothes from their bodies and couldn't help but to once again stare down at the vision before him.
Apparently he had been still too long because suddenly he found that his back was on the bed, and his minx of a red-head and straddled him and impaled herself on his rigid member. Not that he was complaining. Far from it in fact. He let out a moan as she began to move upon him slowly. The girl was too damn impatient sometimes. His hands went to rest on her hips to help guide her along him, and her hands went to caress her own breasts as she moaned.
The pace they started was slow, yet hard with mutual need. Spike thought he was going to go nuttier than Dru if she didn't start moving faster soon. He thrust up into her, trying to get her to build some speed. While it helped a little, Spike needed more. It was his turn to be impatient. He took the simple remedy to his situation and flipped them over, taking control. He rutted into her, smirking when she practically screamed in pleasure.
"Harder!"
The pace became frantic as the built up lust between them was finally released. Spike was sure he was in heaven, or as close to it as he would ever come. Her tight warmth around him was sending him into oblivion. He could feel himself start to lose control, but steeled himself. He couldn't come until she had. He continued his sharp powerful thrusts, pulling all the way out of her before slamming back all the way in. He pressed himself against her, his lips devouring hers before moving on to her neck. All he could do was growl as she moaned his name.
Things spun out completely out of control as she clenched around him, screaming as she came. The sensations became too strong for Spike and he lost himself, biting down onto her shoulder in full game face as he came harder than he had in his life. Her rich blood filled his senses, and he barely felt it as she bit him as well. The only thing that could be more intoxicating than her scent, had to be the taste of her blood. It was alive with innocence and fire. Later he would ponder why she still tasted of innocence when she was such a wildcat. But now it hurt to think, he was much to exhausted to do anything along the lines of thinking.
He collapsed to the bed beside her, after gently pulling out from her. She would be sore in the morning after that workout. She had already fallen asleep, obviously exhausted herself. He cast a glance to the windows to make sure they were covered well enough to keep the sun from entering, and then after finding that they were, Spike pulled Willow closer so that she was spooned up against him, then fell into a much deserved slumber.
~Owari (End)~