Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and UPN own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in totality. Joss Whedon and the WB own Angel: the Series. No profit is made from this piece of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended.
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Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Willow/Spike
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Dedication: to Joss for writing such awesome characters! My beta Janet and Shannon for all her help and encouragement.
Author's Notes: characterisation from season 6. AU. Tara never existed and Spike is in love with Willow not Buffy. spoilers season 5&6. Glory tore though Willows mind in season 5 (not Tara’s, obviously) Previous parts at http://www.shadesofgrey.us
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They stood there still entwined in the alley, desperately clinging to the moment. Spike was the first to break the silence.
“Red, I want you to know I did all this because I really do love you. Would you spend the night with me? I am not ready to let you go just yet.”
“I will, but don’t think I’m easy.” Willow stated
“Willow luv, I had to alter reality just to kiss you, easy you are not, and that is why I love you.”
They both laughed. As they released their embrace and emerged from the alley hand in hand.
“ I hope they don’t see us,” Willow whispered as they retraced their steps past the Magic Box and continued onto the Crypt.
“ If they do I’ll tell them their dreaming” Spike smirked. As he pulled Willow to him and put his arm around her.
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“Well, home sweet home” Spike said laughing, as they entered the crypt.
“Yeah, I like what you haven’t done with the place” came the reply
“ Well, I have a surprise for you”
Spike led Willow further into the crypt and down a ladder. To what looked like a bedroom. A large four-poster bed was in the middle, displaying an intricate tapestry bedspread. There were throw rugs on the floor and even a bedside table complete with incense and candles. Willow could not help grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Who would have guessed the Big Bad a interior designer.” Laughed Willow as she surveyed the scene around her.
“Hush pet, that’s meant to be a secret,”
“So Spike, how did you do it, the dream thing I mean?” Willow asked quizzically as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
Spike looked down as he lit another cigarette.
“ Well, any master vamp has the power, you just have to learn how to use it, that and the help of a old mate I ran into at Willy’s bar a while back.”
“So why involve the others, I am still uneasy about you messing with my mind especially after what Glory did to me.” Willow babbled nervously.
“I had to practise luv, couldn’t have that dream turn into amateur night now could I, and I do remember what Glory did to you, I was the one that took care of you. Dream weaving is not really mind control more like alternate realities.”
“What do you mean YOU took care of me,” snapped Willow indignantly.
“Everyone did, but I had the time and the patience, took care of Dru remember and I love you, could not trust that bunch to take care of you. Wanted to do it myself, had to protect you.” Spike said as he walked across to Willow and Knelt before her taking her hands in his. He tenderly kissed her hands as he gazed in to her eyes
“Do you forgive me?” he whispered.
“Yes” came the whispered reply as Willow leaned forward and kissed him.
Spike felt her delicate lips touch his, sweet and soft he had never felt a kiss so delicate. He felt her hands slip from his, then felt them on his shoulders as she slipped his duster off him he let it fall to the floor. Willow broke the kiss and slid on to the bed, not breaking her glaze.
“What’s wrong Spike I won’t bite”
“Ain’t you worried that I will” Spike whispered seductively as he tore off his shirt and clambered on the bed next to willow.
“Hope so,” Willow breathed into his ear as she kicked off her shoes and undid her skirt.
With that Spike could control himself no more, and he grabbed Willow’s jumper and tore it off her and threw it to the floor. Willow wriggled out of her skirt to reveal she was not wearing underwear. As Spike gazed at her he felt himself harden restrained by the denim of his jeans. He felt Willow’s delicate fingers fumbling at the buttons of his jeans. He quickly removed them and threw them to the floor, and knelt next to willow, he could hear her heart racing, and could smell her arousal as he leaned over to kiss her, she placed a hand on his cold pale chest feeling the muscles taunt beneath her fingers she began to play with his hard nipple as he caressed her neck and stroked it down to caress her breast. He released her mouth, to assault her nipple with his tongue, the feel of his ice cold tongue tracing circles round her nipples, caused Willow two raise her hips off the bed, and grasp spike’s cock in desperation as she felt her orgasm rising
“Spike please” she hissed
“Patience pet” Spike said as he stroked her soft curls with his fingers.
Willow felt Spike hard to her touch, she began to stroke him, heard a moan escape his lips as his fingers gently entered her readying her for him. She felt waves of electricity across her skin as he stroked her clit.
I what this to last forever but I’m not sure if I can, Spike thought as his fingers entered her, so warm, so inviting he could feel her writhing against him, as she massaged his cock. Gods she’s perfect was his last thought before he moved to kneel between her legs.
“Are you sure?” he teased as he positioned himself to enter her.
“Goddess Yes” Willow hissed.
He slowly and carefully entered her, he felt her adjust to him as he began to trust slowly stroking her thighs as he did so. Willow began thrusting with him, two bodies in perfect harmony, meeting each other thrust for thrust, never breaking eye contact. Willow could feel her orgasm rising, as she saw Spike’s eyes flash amber as his own orgasm began to build he leant forward to kiss Willow passionately tasting her mouth soft and warm. Willow forced her tongue into his mouth feeling his fangs graze her tongue as she touched them, and then his fangs pierced his tongue filling her mouth with their blood entwined like their bodies. The taste was intoxicating.
Spike could feel willows tongue in his mouth exploring, then he tasted her blood exquisitely pure, he pierced his tongue so he could return the gift. Then he heard something he thought he never would in his wildest dreams.
“Spike claim me, I beg you.” With that willow shook, her orgasm gripping her.
Spike slipped into Game face as he kissed her neck, his fang extending. His fangs carefully piercing her delicate skin, her sweet blood filling his mouth as he came. He feels Willow tighten as she reached orgasm again.
They cried out in unison. Then relaxed slightly as they looked at one another.
As Spike moved so he could lye down beside her, he realized he would love her forever.
“Spike, if this is a spell, never break it” Willow whispered sleepily as she laid her head on his chest.
“It isn’t luv, it’s real, I love you” came the reply as they drifted of to sleep.