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Disclaimer: The basis of these characters and premise are owned by Joss Whedon, brilliant man he is. I own the plot.
Author's note: Before you guys start freaking and asking me how many fics can I have going at once...well I'm writing this one because I'm starting into my writer's block. Its like an allergic reaction, you know when you are sliding into it. So...I'm having problems with my fic, "Never Still, Hellmouth-Style", (just when I think I'll finish it), and this popped into my head, so I figure its a fic-like laxative. *shrugs* enjoy!
Summary: Willow's poison....
Dedication: To my Angels.....
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The music began as soon as Willow willed it to. A steady guitar/base beat that sneaked into her veins and made her purr.
Your cruel device
your blood like ice
one look could kill
my pain........
your thrill.......
I wanna love you
but I better not touch
~don't touch~
I wanna hold you
but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you
but I want it too much
~too much~
I wanna taste you
but your lips are venomous poison
~Poison~
Your poison running through my veins....
Your poison....
I don't wanna break these chains....
your mouth
so hot
your will I'm caught
your skin so wet
black lace...
I hear you calling and its needles and pins
~and pins~
I wanna hurt you
just to hear you screamin my name
don't wanna touch you b
ut your under my skin
I wanna kiss you
but your lips are venomous poison.....
POISONNNNNNNN
One look, could kill
my pain
your thrill.....
Spike growled from his tied position, his vampire strength doing nothing as Willow stripped for him, sliding the black leather catsuit off her body, wiggling her hips to the song as she sang it. The spark in her eyes, the blood red of her lips, the black lace she had beneath the leather, it was sending the poor vampire into overload.
"Spikey wants Mistress's poison...doesn't he...."
"Vampires can't be...poisoned." Spike retorted.
Willow smirked, a flame appearing at the tip of her finger, and she stroked it down his bare skin, causing him to jump in pain/pleasure.
"You will be...you'll feel me burning through your veins....my power mingled with yours...my flesh entwined until you don't know where you begin and I stop. I'll make you have a fever Spikey....and I'll make you want me." Willow promised, raising the lash in her hand, leveling the vampire with a seductive look.
Spike suddenly wished that he could give in, that he could scream...just so she would give him what he wanted, what he needed.
Willow's lips pursed together as she crawled up the bed, straddling his thigh, riding it just enough to stimulate her clit. She moaned, reached for his hand, sucking a digit into her mouth, purring. She stopped for a moment, looking him in the eye.
"One look...could kill..my pain..your thrill..." She moaned, biting down hard.
"Please...." Spike murmured.
Willow grinned, slapping him across the chest with the whip. "Not yet Spikey...when you beg, I want you to beg me the right way...." She got off of him, standing down at the end of the bed. She placed her hands on her hips, the smile still in place.
"At my feet." She growled.
*****The End*****