Pairing: Spike/Willow, mention of Buffy/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Willow and Spike seek comfort from each other.
Distribution: www.redssoulmates.com
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more.
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: The only spoilers I might use would be through Lover's Walk.
Notes:<> character's thoughts, Spike and Buffy have slept together twice, Spike has the chip, Tara has been dead for six months, Buffy never died and only slept with Spike because he was related to Angel, Dawn never existed.
A/N: This could become a series. Tell me what you think!!!
Thanks as always to my beta, Elisabeth.
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Consumed with grief and sorrow, Willow walked slowly through the graveyard. She focused on the ground beneath her. Leaves and twigs crunched under each step she took. She glanced around the graveyard for any sight of a vampire. Willow didn't want to fight the creature. She wanted to give in. To allow the bloodthirsty fledging to drain her of her very life. Then all of the pain and remorse she had would be gone.
Taking another couple of steps into the night air, she noticed a figure slumped against one of the headstones. Curious, she started walking closer. As she inched closer to the body, she noticed the figure's head was down. Willow looked at the rest of the body and noticed a whiskey bottle in his hand. When she saw the leather duster he was wearing, she knew exactly who it was. "Spike?"
Spike lifted his head slowly, letting his eyes adjust. "'Ello pet."
"What are you doing out here?" she asked softly.
Spike looked around at his surroundings and then back at her. "It's a graveyard. I'm a vampire."
Smelling his breath, she cringed. "You're drunk."
"Not yet. Workin' on it." Spike paused for a moment before continuing. "What are YOU doing in a graveyard at this hour, luv?"
"How about I not answer that and help you to your crypt instead?"
"Don't need your help," he growled.
His single remark hurt a bit but she didn't want to let him see that. "Fine," she huffed. As she started to walk away, he grabbed her wrist.
The witch was actually a sense of comfort whenever he looked at her. Not that he would admit that to himself or anyone else, for that matter. He couldn't explain it. He didn't even want to try but he knew he didn't want her to leave yet. "Don't leave," he whispered. "Maybe I need a bit of help."
Willow extended her hand and pulled him to his feet. Considering the amount of alcohol he had already drunk, this took more than one try. "Your crypt isn't that far away so just lean on me...but don't put your whole body weight on me or we're gonna fall."
Spike smirked. "I'm not that drunk, pet. Too bad that."
Willow slowly helped him inside his crypt. She looked around but all she saw was darkness. "Um...Spike?"
"I got it, luv." He stood up on his own without Willow's help and reached into his pocket for his lighter. Spike started walking around the room, lighting various candles. He turned around to look at her. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks. Well now that you're here and well...not dust, I'll just be going."
Spike frowned at the notion of being alone again. "Where ya headed to, Red?"
"Oh...well...there's...I'm..."
"You could stay here for a bit," he told her as he shrugged out of his duster. "Keep me a bit of company? We could even have a drink," he told her as he handed the bottle out to her.
"Pass on the liquor but I'll stay if you want. Just for awhile."
Spike nodded his head as he laid his duster on the floor against the wall. He pointed to it as he spoke to her. "Have a seat, luv." Spike watched as the redhead sat down and leaned against the wall. He followed her actions and kicked off his boots. "So," he drawled out.
"So," she replied back. And then the uncomfortable silence started.
"Wanna tell me what you were really doing out there tonight?"
"Does it matter?"
Spike shrugged. "Guess not. Just curious."
"Why? So you can run and tell the rest of my friends." She grabbed the bottle from him and brought it to her lips. Feeling the strong liquid flow down her throat, she closed her eyes.
"They're YOUR friends. I could bloody care less if they knew."
Willow opened her eyes and handed the bottle back to him. "My life sucks," she said void of emotion.
"Unlife ain't much better, Red."
"It's just that...I figured if I got attacked...I just wouldn't fight back very hard."
Spike frowned at the girl. He could see her strength and she was struggling with it. She would've voluntarily been drained. That fact hit him kinda hard. "So what? Any random vamp comes along and that's it?"
"Pretty much."
"If anyone gets to drain you it should be me," he mumbled.
"You don't bite anymore."
He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I don't know luv. If you really want it, I bet I could sink my fangs in you." When he felt a shiver come from her body, he leaned back against the wall smirking.
Before the next awkward silence started up again, Willow started the conversation. "I know about you and Buffy," she said softly.
Spike placed the whiskey bottle down next to him and tilted his head sideways to look at her. "What are you talking bout'?"
"You had sex with her."
"She tell you that?"
"No! A best friend just knows."
Spike pursed his lips together. "Yeah, I shagged the girl but it was only twice. She doesn't fancy me. She likes it rough and violent, but..."
"I can't believe I'm asking this. But what?"
"The demon loved it. The roughness of it. The strength she possesses."
"But..."
"But the man in me, it wants something more. Not that it matters." Willow watched as he seemed to get a lost expression on his face. "Called me a thing, she did. Said I was disgusting. Something she should have never touched."
Willow could feel his pain from his words. "You didn't actually believe her, did you? I mean I don't know you that well but you're so much better than that."
"I'm not."
"You are. She should have never said those things to you."
Spike turned and looked at her, into her eyes. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Bet you would never tell a bloke that, would you? You would've never said those words to me." He watched her shake her head no and then he placed two fingers under her chin. As he tilted her head up, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his in a soft tender kiss. To his surprise, she returned the kiss.
Realizing that she was kissing Spike, the vampire that had just confirmed that he had slept with Buffy twice, she pulled back. "You're with Bu..."
Spike put his fingers to her lips, silently pleading for her not to finish that statement. "Don't even say her name. She doesn't want me." He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her earlobe. "All I want is to be wanted," he whispered. He made his way down to her neck and placed a small kiss at her pulse. "I could make you forget, luv. Forget everything but this moment. Do you want to forget?" he asked seductively.
Willow leaned her head to the side, allowing him to rain more kisses along her neck. "Yes," she breathed softly.
He continued showering her neck with light kisses as he unbuttoned her shirt. Freeing the last button, he pushed the piece of clothing off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He leaned back and pulled his own shirt off slowly, feeling her eyes upon him. He admired the girl in front of him for a moment. She was sitting before him in only a pair of jeans with a black lace bra. Spike moved in front of her and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him as his tongue reached out to lick the skin right above the lace bra. He unclasped the bra from the front, pleased when he had a full view of her breasts. He let her pull off her own bra as his mouth found one of her nipples. He let his tongue gently graze it, feeling the nipple harden under his touch. Gently, he began to suck on the nipple as his fingers pinched her other one. Hearing her gasp of pleasure, he withdrew his mouth from her skin and looked up at her. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly, pleading silently that she would say no.
Willow knew that this was the time to back out if she was going to. And all she wanted was for him to touch her again. "No," she whispered while shaking her head. "Don't stop."
Spike gave her a quick smile before turning to her other nipple. He gave it the same attention as the first, gently biting down on it before letting go. He placed his hands on her back. "Lean back a bit, luv." He gently laid her down on his duster and placed his t-shirt under her head for support. "Relax." He crawled down her body and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Spike pulled her jeans off of her body, noticing that she had already discarded her shoes. As he crawled back up her body, he placed kisses along her skin. First at her ankle, then up her leg until he reached her underwear. Using one of his fangs, he ripped the garment from her body and threw it to the side. He nudged her legs apart gently, wanting to taste her. When she followed his silent suggestions, he smiled at her. Keeping eye contact with her, he reached out his tongue and grazed her clit. Hearing a soft sigh of contentment, he moved a little closer. Placing his hands on her hips, he nuzzled his face a little closer to her center. He reached out with his tongue again, tasting the redhead. The only thought that registered in his mind was that he wanted more. Slowly he started to suck, letting his tongue flick across her sensitive skin.
Willow couldn't help but to close her eyes as the sensations hit her. The only person she was thinking of was Spike. As she slightly arched her back, he began to suck a little harder. She could feel him tilt his head sideways, giving him a new angle to please her. She glided her fingers through his hair and started to rock her hips against his mouth.
As Spike felt her fingers wave through his hair, he started digging his fingers into her hips. He didn't want to hurt her and from the sounds she was making, it didn't sound like he was. As she started rocking against his mouth, he felt her gently tug at his hair. The overpowering scent of her arousal was all around him. When he heard her start to moan his name, he withdrew his mouth and leaned back.
"Spike?" she whispered.
"Shh, luv. We're just getting started." He stood up and pulled off his jeans, standing before her nude. Spike got down on his hands and knees and started stalking towards her, noticing the genuine smile she was giving him. He straddled her hips for a moment feeling her hesitation. "We can still stop," he assured her.
"No. It's just...I haven't with that many..."
"Don't worry about that, Willow. Let yourself enjoy me." He reached down and pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth. As he deepened the kiss, he took his cock in one hand, positioning himself over her opening. He slid in slowly, swallowing her screams with his mouth. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. He stopped kissing her and leaned back to look at her. "Let me know when you're ready." He started kissing her neck in the mean time hoping to relax her. Shortly after he had started kissing her neck, he felt her start to move against him. Spike wrapped his arms around her and slowly started to move inside of her. As he almost pulled out of her, he would push back in. Each time, he seemed to go a little farther. As he continued to shag her, he sped up his pace; feeling her push up as he sank down into her. Continuing their steady pace, he slipped his hands under the back of her knees and lifted her slightly. The new position allowed him to go deeper. He felt her arms go around his neck as she started kissing his neck. "Tell me you want me luv," he pleaded.
"Want you," she whispered. "Want you so much, Spike. Need you."
Hearing her last comment, he let out a small growl. He let go of her legs and tightened his grip on her hips as he started to quicken his pace within her.
"Almost there," she breathed.
Hearing her statement, he slowed down. As he heard her whimper he looked at her. "We're not done," he whispered. "I want you to look at my eyes." He saw her nod yes as he picked up the pace. He began to pound into her, knowing there is a fine line between pleasure and pain and not wanting to cross it. When she reached up and started nipping his neck with her teeth, he lost it. He thrust into her hard but never rough. Hearing her moan his name, he knew he was on the edge. "That's it baby," he whispered. "I want to hear my name on your lips." He could hear her saying his name like a mantra over and over. Feeling her start to quiver around him, he held her close and shot his seed into her, growling her name. He nuzzled his face into her neck, never letting go for one moment.
Willow felt her orgasm hit her hard and couldn't stop. The more she tried to hold back, the harder she started to shake. When he held her body to his, she gripped his arms never wanting to let go. He continued to hold her as they both rode out their orgasms.
Spike slipped out of Willow and pulled her back to his body. They weren't sure what they were supposed to say, if anything. He held her close not wanting to let go. He didn't want to ruin the moment. As he nuzzled her neck, he pretended to fall asleep.
When Willow thought he was asleep, she slowly moved out of his grasp and went on the search of her clothes. She got dressed, never noticing him watching her with lowered lids. The only garment she couldn't find was her underwear but she already knew they were shredded. As she opened the door, she was surprised to find the sun had already risen. She had spent hours in his crypt. Looking back once more at him, she left the crypt feeling the loneliness once again.
The End?