Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This series is for the Vampyre Haven ficathon
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion, vampyre_haven
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more. I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: no real spoilers, once you read the first chapter, you'll understand, also takes place after season 4
Challenge: Must include: I wanna see romance. No character bashing.
I'd like Willow to stumble upon some of William's poetry. What is her reaction? What is his reaction? And how does Willow get Spike to write her a poem?
Thanks to Elisabeth for the beta!!!
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Willow opened the front door and expected to see the vampire watching TV, but he was nowhere to be seen. Walking to her room, she saw his bedroom door was closed and assumed he was asleep in there. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and pushed open her bedroom door.
"Where you been, pet?"
Willow looked up at the voice. Spike was sitting on the end of her bed. "Spike! What are you doing in here?"
"I came in here to talk to you, but you were missing. I decided to wait."
"Oh.um.I went to the store to pick up a book."
"Wouldn't be trying to avoid me, would you?"
"Why would I try to avoid you?"
"We need to talk."
"O-kay."
Spike stood up from the bed. "After we got home, I thought about the wedding. More specifically the vows." Spike hoped the next question would stir her emotions. "Are you happy here.with me?"
Willow scrunched up her nose at the question. "Why wouldn't I be? You're my best friend."
Spike started to shake his head. "That's not good enough for me. I don't want to be friends."
"You don't?" she whispered in sadness.
Spike walked over to her and started to graze the side of her face with his fingers. "You're more than that to me, luv. I want to hold you." He slid his thumb over her lips. "And I want to kiss you." He placed his other hand on her waist, bringing her closer to him. "And love you." He brought his thumb back and let his lips brush across hers for a moment. "Let me?" he whispered. He moved his mouth up to her ear, kissing her skin behind it. "I want to feel you around me," he whispered even softer. "I want you for mine."
Willow started to glide her hands up his arms, listening to his words. He was saying everything she wanted to hear. She forgot about the poem. She forgot about everything except for him. Except for them.
He gently started kissing her neck and smiled when she leaned her head to the side, exposing it even more. "Wanted you for so long," he whispered as his hands trailed down her body. "Wanted to touch you." He lifted his hands to her shirt and started to undo the buttons. "Wanted you for mine." He slid the garment from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "So beautiful," he whispered. Spike saw her reach out towards him but lightly grabbed her wrist. "Not yet, luv."
"Spike, please," she pleaded.
"Soon." He moved his hands to the zipper on her skirt and slowly slid it down. "Tell me you want me, pet."
"I do. I want you, Spike."
He let the skirt fall to join her discarded shirt. As he kissed her neck, he hooked her panties with his fingers and slid them down her body. He smiled to himself as she kicked them off and across the room. As Spike slid his hands up her thighs and the rest of her body, he went to reach for her bra but found she had already discarded it. He let his thumb graze her nipple, smiling when she let out a low gasp.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she whispered.
"Am I? What should we do about that?" Willow reached for his shirt, but was stopped once again. He heard her growl out of frustration. Spike couldn't help but to smirk. "Go lay down on the bed, Red." He watched as she quickly lay on the bed, her eyes still on his form. Slowly he stripped off his clothes, letting her get worked up. Removing all of his clothes, he stalked towards the bed, ready to claim Willow as his. Crawling up her form, he caught her lips with his in a bruising kiss. As he let his tongue taste her, he slid two fingers inside her. She was more than ready. He let his fingers dance across her clit, feeling her body respond to the pleasure.
"Spike," she growled. "Need you."
Spike nodded his consent. He needed her too. It was taking every ounce of strength not to pin her to the bed and have his way with her. After a couple moments, he withdrew his fingers and brought his lips to hers once again. Climbing between her legs, he guided his cock to her entrance. He could feel the warmth and heat before he even entered her. He pushed into her and swallowed her cries of pleasure. Spike stilled in her for a moment, waiting for a small sign from her to continue.
Willow ran her hands along his back, feeling his arms circle her body. She started to nibble on his neck, letting him know she was more than ready. As he slowly began to move inside of her, she gave her body over to him.
Spike couldn't believe how warm she was. He had had human lovers in the past but they were nothing like this. <Red is full of fire. Of passion.> Hearing her low moans, he sped up his thrusts and pressed his hands to her back, holding her close to him. "That's it baby," he whispered in her ear. Spike couldn't help but to start moaning himself. She felt like liquid fire.
Willow felt her need rise up in every part of her body. As he pushed down into her, she started to raise her hips, meeting his every movement. "So close," she whispered. Willow grazed his ear with her teeth, smiling when his actions became full of need.
Spike felt as if their bodies were melting into each other. He thought that if he closed his eyes for a few seconds, he would be lost to her entirely. Not that he wasn't already. "I know baby. Me too." He started thrusting into her a little harder, letting their bodies find release in each other. When he was on the edge, he saw her bare her neck to him and he didn't think twice. His demon visage came forth and he bit into her neck, tasting her blood on his tongue. He continued to drink from her as he felt her body flutter around his. Her nails scraped against his back. He bit down harder, claming her for his. As he pulled away, he screamed out her name, finding his own release.
They both laid still for a moment in sheer bliss. He pulled out of her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her lips gently. "Love you, Willow, " he whispered and then laid down next to her, pulling her to him. Spike nuzzled his mark as they both fell asleep, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
THE END