AUTHOR: Kylia (kylia_bug@yahoo.com)
DISCLAIMER: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don’t know.
RATING: R
SPOILERS: None, really
CATEGORY: Willow/Spike
SUMMARY: Spike takes Willow on a little trip
DISTRIBUTION: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
DEDICATION: To Charity, hope this cheers you up. :)
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Part 1
Willow awoke to the sound of incessant pounding on her door. She opened
one eye and groaned. She looked over to her clock and noticed it was only
two-thirty. She noticed with mild annoyance that Buffy’s bed had not
been slept in. She didn’t know why that surprised her. Buffy hadn’t slept
in the dorm in
a long time.
The pounding continued. "I’m coming already!" She snarled.
She thought she heard an amused chuckle from the other side of the door, but brushed the thought away. She swung the door open.
"Get dressed, luv. We’re going away." Spike eyed her pajama-clad form lustily.
Willow scowled and turned around, leaving the door open. She flopped on top of her bed.
"Come on, Red." She didn’t move. "If you don’t get dressed, I’ll do it for you."
Willow shot out of bed and made her way over to the closet. "Where are we going?" She asked groggily.
"A place called Puerto Penasco. Lots of moonlit beaches, margarita’s, and best of all? No slayer."
Willow grinned despite herself. "And why am I going?"
"Because you can’t resist five days away from Sunnyhell with your favorite vamp."
Willow quirked an eyebrow at him as she pulled some clothes out of the closet. "Angel’s coming?"
Spike glared at her, fearing for a second she was serious, until he
saw the smile quirking her luscious lips. "Leave the clothes love. I’d
like to get there before
sunrise."
"What you want me to run around naked for five days?" She asked as she
riffled through the clothes to find something to wear. When she found what
she
was looking for she began to pull off her pajamas, not consciously
remembering she wasn’t alone. She climbed into her jeans and a T-shirt,
and turned to face
Spike, waiting for his trademark quip. It never came. He was staring
at her with this strange look on his face. His eyes had glazed over. She
ran a hand in
front of his face, concerned.
"Spike? What’s wrong? Are you alright?" She asked as she approached him carefully.
<She can’t be serious?> "Fine, Luv. Let’s go." He grabbed her arm and led her out of her dorm and into his Desoto.
*****
Several hours later, Spike pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel.
Willow opened the door and breathed in the night air. She could smell the
beach. It was
nearby.
"Luv, stay here. I’ll go get us a room, then we can go out for a bite to eat."
Willow quirked an eyebrow at him. She smirked as he left her to go into
the lobby. She took a look around and smiled. This might be fun. Oh, who
was she
kidding, this would definitely be fun. No School, No pending disaster,
No Tara, and best of all, no Buffy, and no lectures on whom she should
and shouldn’t
spend her time with.
She growled under her breath as she thought about what had happened this past week. So much. She didn’t want to think anymore.
"Now none of that, Luv. "C’mon, let’s go get settled." He led her into the hotel and to their room.
"I thought we were going out to eat?" She asked as she flopped down on the bed. It was comfortable, and large, and the only one in the room.
"We’ll order in." He began to strip off his clothes. She couldn’t help
but stare. There wasn’t another creature, man or beast that looked at delectable
as him,
in or out of his clothes. She couldn’t believe he had stripped down
to his boxers right in front of her.
"You’re not hungry?" She asked suspiciously after she had regained coherent thought.
Spike smirked. He was glad to see he affected her as much as she had affected him. "Already ate." He shrugged, as he lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.
Willow reached out to smack him, but her wrist was caught before she had made contact. "Now, now, Luv. It was just a nibble."
Willow narrowed her eyes. "You’re incorrigible." She told him, trying to ignore the heat that went through her body at his touch.
He opened one eye when he felt her pulse speed up. "You coming to bed? Or are you still hungry? His voice was husky, sending a shiver down her spine.
She leapt off of the bed. "Hungry, yep, that’s me." She picked up the
phone and started to dial when she paused. "If I order in, promise not
to eat the
delivery guy?"
Spike chuckled. "Why would I want him, when I can have you?"
"Spike." Willow’s tone was serious. He sat up in the bed, giving her a lovely view of his naked chest.
"I told you already, as long as we’re together, I won’t kill anyone.
Happy now?" Willow smiled. "What I do for you, Red" he muttered as she
ordered some
food.
Part 2
"So where are we going?" Willow asked as Spike dragged her out of their motel room.
"It’s a surprise." He grinned at her.
Willow eyed him cautiously. "Spike…"
"Hush." He winked as he led her towards the beach.
"It’s beautiful." Willow whispered as he stared out at the clear water.
The beach was deserted, at least the section he had taken her to was.
The waves crashed gently along the shores. The wind was blowing
slightly.
"Can you swim?" He asked as he leaned against a large rock in front of a cave.
Willow looked at him carefully. "Yes, but I’m not exactly dressed for it."
Spike smirked. "Neither am I." He started stripping off his jeans.
Willow turned away abruptly. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look,
but she didn’t want to be caught staring, and she was sure that was
exactly what would happen, if she dared to watch him.
After several seconds of watching an empty stretch of sand, Willow heard
his sexy laugh and a splash of water. She turned around, to find
him gone. She looked in the water, and sure enough there his was, waiting
for her.
She hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. Then she shrugged and
began taking off her clothes, until she was left standing on only
her panties and bra. She ran towards the shore, and after pausing a
moment and bracing herself for the cold temperature she jumped in.
It was freezing. She didn’t care.
She saw Spike watching her from a few feet away. He had this expression
on his face she couldn’t quite place. She dove into the water and
swam away, feeling alive for the first time, in a long time.
Spike watched her as she swam through the salty water. This was what
he had hoped to see. Willow, happy, away from Sunnyhell, and her
so called friends. Away from everything. She was beautiful, and she
was his. She didn’t know it yet, but that didn’t make it any less true.
He had been so busy watching where she had been, he missed it when she
swap up behind him. He heard the splash of water and turned
around, to find himself staring at the most gorgeous creature he had
ever seen. Water was dripping down her face in droplets. Her eyes
were sparkling, and she had this grin on her face. She was standing
so close he could feel the heat coming off of her body. Instinctively he
grabbed her, and kissed her.
Willow gasped in shock allowing him to slip his tongue inside her mouth.
She pressed her body against his, reveling in the feel of skin on skin.
She wrapped her hands around his neck while their tongues devoured
one another.
When her lungs were gasping for breath she pulled away. When she saw
Spike staring at her strangely, she realized what had just
happened. Her face flushed, and she backed up. "Oh my goddess. I’m…
I’m sorry." She turned and ran away, stopping briefly to grab her
clothes.
Spike cursed. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had just seen
her standing their, her lips a delightful shade of pink; he just had
to kiss her. She had wanted it; he could feel her desire as she had
wrapped her self around him. He could smell her arousal. But she had run
away. He wasn’t sure why she had run, but he knew that he wasn’t giving
up that easily.
*****
Spike walked back to the motel after he had stopped for a bite to eat.
When he entered the room, he was only slightly surprised to find
her asleep in the bed. He had wanted to talk to her, but had thought
she needed some time to think, so he had taken his time in returning
to their room. Now he wished he had come back sooner.
He wanted her. Her smell permeated the room. Everything seemed to be
drenched in the scent of her. It was enough to drive him crazy.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, he had to sleep in the same bed as her,
and not touch her. He didn’t think that would be possible.
But at the same time, he didn’t want to scare her, so he decided to
sleep on the floor. He grabbed a blanket and a pillow and tried to go to
sleep. The vision of her all wet coupled with the memory of her lips
on his was enough to drive him crazy. The thought of her body against
his was making him hard. He wanted her so badly. He reached down as
stroked his rigid member. Visions of her wreathing in pleasure
beneath him assaulted his mind. He quickly came, her name on his lips.
He sighed as he went into the bathroom. He couldn’t believe he had just
shot himself off with images of her when the real thing was lying in
a bed half-naked not three feet away. He groaned. There was a time
when he would have just taken her and been done with it. But even as
he thought the words, he knew he could never do that, not too her.
She was too important, to precious to treat like a common whore. She
would be his. Soon.
He lay back down and allowed the sound of her even breathing to lull
him to sleep.
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