Parts: 21 - 30
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~Part: 21~
"What do you need to tell me, Spike?"
"Why all this started."
"Why all what started?"
"You were right, luv. I was using you." He felt her body tense next to his. "The only thing I wanted was this chip deactivated. And you were my ticket to getting it done."
Her fears about him had just become true. He WAS using her. "I hate you!" she seethed.
Spike was genuinely hurt by her comment. "Pet, you didn't let me finish."
"I don't care. I hate you."
"No you don't," he said softly.
"Take...these...handcuffs...off...me...now!"
"I can't do that, Red. If you really hated me, you would have never agreed to these two days."
"That was MY mistake. I want to go home, now."
"No."
"No?"
"I'm not taking you back, not yet. I have something to say and you're bloody well gonna hear it."
"You've already said enough, Spike."
"No, I really haven't." He took a chance and turned to her, looking at her when he smelled tears. With his free hand, he wiped them away. "Don't cry," he pleaded. "Talk to me, luv."
"I have nothing to say to you."
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath. "Alright. Well, I have something to say to you. The reasons I started this...they aren't the same reasons I have now. I don't care if the chip gets deactivated. Well I do but I really don't. And I don't want to use you. This is about me and you. My demon calls out for you. You possess my thoughts. My dreams. Did you know vampires don't dream? But I do and they're all focused on you." He waited for a moment before continuing. "Look, luv. We're supposed to be getting to know each other...so I'm gonna tell you a dream I had a couple nights back."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to. Here it goes. Giles' plan was already in effect. We were at a mansion type lair thing. I walked into our room and you were standing there. Your head was down, your neck baring my mark. You called me master and I told you, you didn't have to call me that if we weren't in front of other people. I put my arms around you and I knew. That was where you were supposed to be. You realized it too." He glanced over at her and saw her skin turning crimson. "And why are you blushing?"
"I-I'm not," she stuttered.
"Tell me and I'll unlock the cuffs."
"Can't I tell you something else?"
"No. This is what I want to know."
Willow leaned back into the couch, knowing there was no way around it. "I had a dream."
"That doesn't sound so bad, luv. What was it about?"
"You."
"Did I kill you?"
"No! It wasn't that kind of dream."
"What KIND of dream was it?" he asked.
"We were-we were in a mansion. You were having a meeting type thing. Giving orders and things. I was sitting at your feet. I had on a leather skirt and a shirt that revealed your claim mark. Some minion questioned you and you tore out its throat."
"Sounds accurate."
"He made you mad and you pulled me to our room. I was your mate. and..."
"And what?" Spike could feel himself wrapped up in her dream.
"And...we...we had sex...against the door." Willow waited for him to make one of his sarcastic remarks but all she heard was silence.
Spike was floored at her confession of the dream. He was speechless. He leaned back into the couch and took the key out of his pocket. Unlocking the cuffs, he threw them on the floor. Spike reached for something to say but wasn't sure of what he could say. Instead they sat there in an uncomfortable silence.
~Part: 22~
The silence was unnerving to Spike. He looked over at Willow and made a decision. "Red, go get dressed. We're going out."
Willow turned to look at him. "But you said..."
"I know what I bloody well said. And now I'm changing my mind. There's a club downstairs. Go open your bag, get an outfit out and change. You have five minutes." Spike left Willow alone and headed to the kitchen. He paced the kitchen until five minutes was up. He was not known for his patience. As he made his way to her, he stopped and stared. "What the hell is that?"
Willow turned around at the sound of his voice. "What?"
"Those things you're wearing."
"Clothes?"
Spike looked at her again. A pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. "There is no bloody way you're leaving this room dressed like that." He took a couple of steps closer to her. "Pet, what you wear...how you act...it'll be a reflection of me. THAT is NOT what I want to say."
"Why would anything I do be a reflection of you?"
"Cause they'll see me as your Master."
"My Mast..."
"I didn't say I was," he interrupted. "I said that is how they'll see you." Spike walked over to his bag, unzipped it and pulled out an outfit. He threw it at her and watched as she caught it. "Brought it in case. Put it on."
A couple minutes later, Willow walked into the kitchen where she knew Spike was waiting for her. Her eyes were dancing with fire. "There is no way in hell that I am going anywhere dressed like THIS!"
Spike was stunned when he saw her. She was dressed in a short leather skirt with a red shirt that tied under her breasts. She had piled her hair on top of her head and laced up the boots he had given her. "What's wrong with it?"
"I look like a vampire treat!"
<Yeah, mine.> He moved quickly to her. "Who knows, luv. That could be fun. Of course I would be that vampire." When he saw her look of annoyance, he continued on. "Listen up, there's some rules you need to know."
"Rules?"
"If you wanna live."
"Rules. I'm good with rules."
"Number one. Most masters force their pets to look down at the floor at all times. I won't do that. Number two. You will ONLY respond to me, no matter who talks to you. Number three. You're supposed to be mine. I expect you to act like it. And last but not least, this isn't a rule but...do me a favor. You don't have to be you tonight. Forget the Willow you knew. Forget the bookworm. Forget the hacker. Be who you want. Feel what you want. Hell, just be someone that you usually aren't."
"Any other rules?" she seethed.
"If you take anything I just said into consideration...sod the rules. Pay attention to the favor, though. One more thing, turn around."
Willow felt him clasp something around her neck. "What?"
"Claiming necklace. It was either that or I bite you. Didn't think you fancied the biting idea. You ready?"
Willow ran her fingers over the necklace. She shook her head. "Yeah."
As they exited the door, he circled his arm around her waist, holding her possessively. "I won't let anyone touch you, pet." He leaned over to her ear. "You really do look stunning," he whispered.
As Willow entered the club, her body froze. Spike felt the tension and moved behind her, circling both arms around her. "Just relax." He leaned down and kissed her neck.
Willow turned her head to look at him. "What do you think you're doing?" she said softly.
Spike grinned. "Just playing the part, luv. Just playing the part. Let's go sit down." He guided her through the crowd until they found a small table near the dance floor. Spike ordered them both drinks and grinned as she drank it quickly. He pulled her chair closer to him and let his fingers dance across her legs. "Not so bad is it, pet?"
Willow turned her head slightly and found her lips almost touching his. "No...no, not bad."
Spike sensed two demons approaching the table. He turned his attention away from Red and towards them.
"Well, well. William the Bloody. Haven't seen you in awhile. Wasn't aware you played with your food."
"I don't. Look at the necklace, boys. She's been claimed."
The first demon reached out to touch Willow's face. "Such a pretty little thing. Bet she screams real well."
Spike reached out and grabbed the demons wrist, bending it backwards. "You should remember not to touch what I consider mine. Maybe next time you'll remember. You should be grateful I'm giving you a next time."
The second demon spoke up but also took a step back. "Since when did you turn to humans?"
"I like sinking into all that warmth. Besides her screams are delicious."
"Right, well we'll be going now." He grabbed the demon's other wrist and dragged him away from the table.
Spike watched them both leave and then turned to Willow. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"I didn't do nothin that I usually wouldn't of done."
Willow leaned towards Spike. "Spike, why are people watching us?"
"Don't know. You trust me?"
"Like I even have a choice right now."
"Climb onto my lap."
"What?"
"Sit on my lap. Don't worry, luv. I'm just gonna put my arms around you and maybe they'll look the other way. Let them know you're off limits."
"You probably just wanna cop a feel," she mumbled.
"Maybe," he grinned. As he felt her sit on his lap, his jeans instantly became tighter. <Maybe not such a good idea, mate. Talk. That should help.> He wrapped his arms around her. "So, luv. What are you gonna do about your friends?"
"I don't know. I mean they should of just let me make my own decision and just support me. Why can't they do that?"
"Don't know." <This isn't working. Sod it.> He leaned into her neck and much to his surprise she tilted her head giving him better access. He nuzzled into her skin and then leaned up to her ear. "And what about your dream, luv?"
Willow had her eyes closed as he had started nuzzling her neck. She forgot everything around her except for what she was feeling. "My dream," she squeaked.
"Mm-hmm." Without thinking, he nipped at her neck with his blunt teeth.
That one action had Willow at his mercy. She leaned into him as she started drifting her hands over his legs. Willow rolled her head back so only he would hear her as she pressed her body down on top of him, feeling his erection. "What do you think...Master?" making sure she emphasized the last word.
His eyes flickered golden as she whispered the word Master to him. He quickly stood up and started to walk away from the table, pulling her behind him.
"Where are we going?"
Spike found exactly what he was looking for. A dark corner where no one would see them. He pushed her against the wall, his eyes still flickering golden but now it was because of lust for the redhead. He pressed his body against hers and leaned into her neck. "You're driving me crazy, Red. You have no idea what you do to me. No idea how far I want to take this."
Willow looked at him for a moment confused. "You were the one that told me that I shouldn't act like myself. That I should only do what I feel."
"And what do you feel, Red?"
"I don't want to be who I was. All I want is to feel." As he was leaning into her, she reached up and gently nipped at his neck.
When he felt her teeth nipping at his neck, he gave her a low growl. "I'll repeat myself. How do you feel, Red? Cause if something happens, things will change. They always change."
"What do you want...Master?" she questioned him in a low husky tone.
Spike took part of a step backwards and placed one hand on her waist. With the other hand, he placed it on the inside of her thigh slowly moving up. "What do I want?" he repeated. "At this very moment I want to push you against the wall and fuck you. Slide into your warmth. Taste your blood." By this time he was right under her curls. He knew there was no underwear because he didn't give her any to put on. He leaned over and started to kiss her neck. He felt a small shiver course through her body. "What do you want, luv? Do you want me to touch you?" He suddenly saw her eyes dart around the room as if she just remembered where she was. "Don't worry, luv. We're in a dark corner where no one can see us and if they do I have my back to them. My duster will cover you up. It's up to you." He could see her mind battling her decision. Spike leaned down and kissed her shoulder. "Don't think. Just feel." He felt her spread her legs a little more, giving him better access.
"Please. Just touch me," she whimpered in a low voice.
As he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, he slid two fingers inside of her. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on her warmth. Hearing her gasp, he opened his eyes. He slowly moved his fingers out of her, only to slide them back in again.
Willow grabbed at his shirt, trying to move him closer to her. To feel his body against hers.
As Spike started to fuck her with his fingers, he leaned down to her ear. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we shouldn't."
"I don't want to stop."
Willow started to rock against his hand. "No...no stopping."
Slowly he withdrew his fingers and Willow frowned at him. He pinned her body to the wall with his and descended his lips onto hers. This kiss was hard and brutal. As Willow let him deepen the kiss, she reached for the zipper on his jeans. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment. He stared into her eyes for a second, which halted her movements.
"Spike?" she whispered.
"Shhh." He started to unbutton the front of her shirt. "You're sexy and beautiful." He ran his thumb over one of her nipples. "And I want you so bad, luv."
Willow knew she wanted him with every being of her body. And he was hesitating. "And you're hesitating. You don't really want..."
"Yes, I do. I really want. But once this starts I'm not gonna want to stop. And when we get back..."
"That's not now." Willow leaned up to his neck and started planting kisses along his non existent pulse. She finished unzipping his jeans and brought his cock out. Slowly she started to run her hand along it. "Want you," she mumbled into his neck. "If only for right now."
For the first in a long time he was actually scared. Scared that once he shagged her, that would be it. He would never want to leave her. Suddenly he let out a growl and pinned both of her hands to the wall. He leaned his head down and gently bit into her nipple, hearing her whimper. After he let go of her hands, he pushed her leather skirt up around her waist. Spike leaned his body slightly down while standing up and grabbed her ass, lifting her up. Within moments, he impaled himself inside her warmth. At the sensation, they both felt shivers. Spike moved his hands from her ass to her waist and took a step forward, leaning her slightly against the wall. "Hang on," he whispered.
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck as he started to pump inside her. She drifted her hands under the back of his duster and shirt feeling his cool skin.
Spike couldn't believe the reactions his body was experiencing from the girl. He felt himself slide in and out of her, each thrust filling her more than the last. "Like that luv," he whispered. "Me inside you, fucking you."
Willow was lost for words. She scraped her nails against his back drawing blood.
"Fuck," he growled. Spike started to fuck her faster, losing control of his demon. His demon wanted to possess her. He pounded into her fast and hard. Feeling her push down against him, Spike morphed.
"Spike...almost there..."
Spike knew he was close. "That's it baby...fuck me hard..." He could feel her starting to flutter around him.
"Spike...oh goddess..."
He couldn't stand it any longer. He felt his body start to give in and emptied himself inside of her. Leaning his head down, he bit into her breast; letting her blood hit his senses.
Willow felt another orgasm rip through her. It went through her body hard and left her trembling. She placed her hands on the back of his head, holding his mouth to her breast; feeling the blood being taken from her. As he lifted his head up, his eyes were golden. Spike slid out of her and placed her back on her feet. The minute he let go, she almost collapsed. "Lean against the wall, luv."
She did as she was told and felt him smooth her skirt back down and retie her shirt. She watched as he tucked himself back in his jeans.
Spike looked back up at her. He could tell she was still a little shaky. Spike pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to him. After holding her shaken form for a few minutes, he leaned back to look at her. He used one hand and grazed the side of her face. They were both speechless. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, only pulling away when she needed air. He tightened his grip on her when he realized that this was it. Once they got back to Sunnydale, she would pick up her old ways. The shy hacker. The research girl. And he would once again become the soulless demon they all loved to hate. He never wanted to let go of what just happened. If there was ever a memory to be frozen in time, they just had it. "Stand in front of me, luv."
She gave him a curious look and then stood in front of him. She felt his arms circle her and then he leaned down to her ear. "Look around, luv. This is it. I'm a demon. A vampire. And this is what my life is. But I will never forget what just happened. I couldn't forget."
As he said the words, Willow was on the verge of tears. She could never forget and didn't want to forget. And she knew she would never get the chance again. With him she felt complete. Without him...she didn't want to think about that.
All he heard was her silence but he could also smell her unshed tears. "Luv, I didn't want to make you cry. I didn't want to hurt you. If I was too rough..."
Willow turned around in his arms to face him. "You weren't. You didn't. Will you just hold me?"
He pulled her into his body, afraid that he had done something to destroy her. When he felt tears seep through his shirt, he knew they needed to leave. "Let's go back up to the hotel, pet. Get some sleep?"
"Yeah," she said quietly.
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As Willow changed for bed, Spike was drinking a mug of blood in the kitchen. When he finished, he pulled off his shirt and walked over to the bed. She had changed in a t-shirt that fell mid-thigh but had left the claiming necklace on. He climbed into bed and smiled when she moved her body closer to his. Spike wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Never meant to hurt you, luv."
"Spike?" she said half asleep.
"Hmm."
"I like wearing the claiming necklace."
"I like you wearing it too," he admitted. Within moments they were both fast asleep. Each one tangled in each other.
~~~*~~~
Spike woke up early the following morning. He knew he had to wake up before Willow did. He retrieved his gift for her and the letter and placed them both on the mattress next to her. He didn't want to leave after last night but knew that he had to. Something that had started out as a simple plan had turned into something more. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he left the hotel quietly.
~Part: 23~
Willow woke up the following morning and slowly sat up. She glanced around the room but saw no signs of Spike. That thought brought a frown to her face. As she reached down to pull the sheet off her body, her hand brushed up against something. Her eyes darted down and saw an envelope with her name on it. She picked it up and noticed what looked like a book underneath. Taking a deep breath, she opened the letter and read it silently.
Willow,
This trip was for
you to get to know me. This is the best way that I know how. I've left
for the day so you could enjoy your gift. It's not for you to keep but
I hope you will find what you're
looking for.
Spike
Willow placed the letter down and picked up the book. As she opened it she realized what it was. His journal.
Willow noticed that the journal had started when he was human. She read about his love for a girl that didn't return his affections. She came to learn about his mother and his love of poetry. The things he had wanted out of life. He was a pure gentleman in every sense of the word. She continued reading, paying careful attention to each entry. After awhile she read of his despair as a man. The love that he longed for. The things he felt. When she turned the next page, she started to read about what very few people knew about. His turning. She read what he described in detail and it came to life. The memory that was recorded now seemed to be vivid. She read of Angelus. Of the destruction they both caused through the places they traveled. The pain he caused Spike. The women they shared. Willow couldn't tear her eyes away from the journal. It entranced her. She felt as if she was stepping into an era of history. As she continued reading, the events became more horrific. The blood that had been shed. The innocent people that had come to die because their paths were crossed with two of the most feared vampires. Even through the pain and the destruction, many of the entries were filled with emotion. It was then that Willow realized that even though Spike had been turned, he kept a part of the human with him.
By the time Willow finished the journal, she could feel her body wanting to shut down to take a nap. She looked up at the clock and realized that six hours had come to pass. She reached around her neck and unclasped the necklace and placed it on top of the journal. She left both items beside her as she drifted to sleep.
Spike came in shortly after she fell asleep. Quietly he walked through the room until he laid his eyes on her sleeping form. A part of him wished at that moment that they could stay here forever. He was chipless here and had a goddess to stand next to him. She wasn't under the influence of her friends and he didn't have to look out to see if there was a stake aimed at his heart. Here there was no Slayer. Here he was respected. Spike kicked off his boots and duster, throwing them to the ground. He pulled off his shirt and suddenly frowned. He realized she had taken off his necklace. He looked down and saw it sitting on top of his journal. He wondered what she thought of him now that she knew the truth. Now that she knew what he really was. It's one thing to know someone is a vampire but it's an entirely different thing to relive their past. To relive the things they had done since becoming a demon. He picked up the items and placed them on the floor next to the bed. Then he climbed in, wanting to be as close to her as possible.
He watched her for a moment. The way her chest rose and fell with every breath. The way her skin looked so pale against her fire colored hair. He reached over and started drifting his fingers through it, feeling the silken strands fall through his fingers. He continued to watch her even as her eyes started to flutter open.
Willow opened her eyes and saw Spike lying on the bed with her. They were both lying on their sides looking at each other. She felt his fingers brush through her hair. "Hey," she said softly.
"Hey," he said just as quietly. "Enjoy my gift?"
"That was...intense."
"You wanted to know me, luv. That was me. You're the only person to ever see that book."
Willow's eyes widened a bit at his confession. "The ONLY person?"
"You took off my necklace," he said staring at her neck.
"Oh...well...I didn't think you wanted me to wear it anymore...cause...well, we're not in front of other demons."
Spike's face hardened a bit. "If I didn't want you to wear it, I would have taken it off of you last night." He paused before he continued. "What did you really think of the journal?"
Willow rolled over and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. "I think we should go back."
"Back?"
"To Sunnydale. I think we should go back now."
Spike wasn't sure if he should be shocked, relieved or angry. "That's all you bloody well have to say?" He moved closer to her, half leaning over her body. "I show you something that no one else has ever seen and that's all you have to say!"
"What did you want me to say?" she asked without looking at him.
He tilted her head to look at him. Spike grazed his fingers over her lips and down her neck until he draped his arm around her waist. "Tell me your body doesn't respond to me. Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you didn't enjoy last night. Tell me that you don't ache for me even now."
Willow didn't say anything. She couldn't.
"You know why you can't say any of those things? Because they're not true. I feel you in my veins and I'm guessing you feel me too. I want you at me side, luv. I didn't bring you on this little trip for Giles' plan. I needed to know."
"To know?"
"To know if you were the one. The one that I would want at my side. The one that I would crave. The one that could possess me completely."
"Spike...I think...we need to go back." She tried to get up but he held her body against the bed.
"We'll leave and I'll do the bloody spell but first I want one last kiss."
"What?"
"A kiss. Hell pet, you shagged me in a demon club last night, the least you could give me is a kiss. When we get back, things will go back to the way they always are. And you'll end up hating me."
Willow looked into his eyes and saw the emotions they held. "I could never hate you," she whispered. "One last kiss."
The moment she said the words, his lips descended upon hers. The kiss started out tender and innocent. His tongue pleaded for her to open her mouth. As she did, he deepened the kiss, tasting her completely. As he deepened the kiss between them, he felt her body move closer to his and her hands glide along his back. As he pulled away, knowing her need of oxygen, he continued placing small kisses down her neck. When Spike felt her body arch up to keep contact with his, he slid his hands underneath her shirt and glided them over her skin.
"Spike," she gasped. "We can't...we can't do this again."
Spike stopped his movements and returned his hands to cup her face. "Why not? Why can't we do this? It felt so right last night."
"I know. It did. We just can't."
Spike pulled away from her. "Right then," he said in a void tone. "Get your stuff together and we'll do the spell."
~Part: 24~
Spike set up the candles and herbs to complete the spell to send them home. "Sit in the circle, luv." He watched her step into the circle as she placed her bags next to her. Spike then grabbed his own bag and stepped inside the circle, quickly sitting down.
Willow had been watching him for the last ten minutes, studying him. She was regretting not having said what she really wanted to say. She wanted to express to him how she really felt when he let her read his journal. She just couldn't find the words. Willow wanted to express her feelings but everything she thought of saying didn't seem adequate enough. "Are we ready?"
Spike looked into her eyes after hearing her question. He started to shake his head. "No. No, we're not ready."
"What? But the supplies and the spell..."
Spike extended his hand towards her and grazed the side of her face. Her skin was warm under his cool touch. "We could stay," he said softly. "Not just for a couple of days. For always. Me and you, we could stay."
"But Giles' spell..."
"Sod the bloody spell. I don't care about it. I could make you so happy here. You'd be happy with me."
Willow looked down, afraid that Spike could see through to her very soul. "We need to go," she whispered while looking away from him.
Hearing her final statement, his heart sunk. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to push his emotions back. He reopened his eyes and took a deep breath. "Here it goes."
"Wait! About what happened at the club..."
"Yeah, I know. Never happened."
Willow looked up at him, seeing the mix of emotions his eyes were giving away. She knew she probably had the same look on her face. "Is that what you want?" she whispered. "To forget?"
"I'm asking you to stay in a demon realm with me where I would plan on worshiping you and shagging you senseless and you wanna know if I wanna bloody well forget what happened?!"
A couple minutes of silence passed between them before she spoke up. "I don't want to forget about it," she said softly. Willow looked up and saw Spike watching her. "That night at the club...I felt alive. Like this was the girl I was supposed to be all along. I felt alive and happy and...even pretty."
Spike took her wrist in his hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her pulse gently and then looked up at her. "I always knew you were sexy, Red." As he watched her blush, he smiled. "Hold both of my hands and I'll do the spell." He felt her grasp his hands and he repeated the words to the spell. Suddenly, they both opened their eyes and stared at each other; feeling the effects of the magic.
As the feeling of the spell wore off, Willow started glancing around the room. They were in her bedroom. "We're back," she said quietly. "What time do you think it is?"
"About an hour after sundown."
"Internal clock?"
Spike smirked. "Something like that."
"I guess I should let everyone know I'm back and you know not a vampire." She watched as he nodded his head. "Um...could...would you come with me?"
"Always."
"I need to know something before we go and see everyone." She watched him as he nodded his head to continue. "When we..."
"Shagged?"
"Yeah. When we...shagged, you bit me."
"Yeah."
"Would you have bit me? I mean really bite me?"
Spike grazed his fingers over her neck. "You mean here? Would I have claimed you? Made you mine?"
"Yeah," she said softly.
Spike suddenly became very nervous. "Did you want me to claim you?"
"It doesn't really matter. That moment is gone." Willow stood up and watched as Spike did the same.
Spike grasped her chin and made her look at him. "It always matters," he growled. "Yeah I bloody well wanted to claim you. But you don't even know what you want. When and if you figure out I'm what you want...when I claim you, I don't want there to be any doubts. And if you have ANY doubts right now about how I feel, let me clear it up." He let go of her chin and grabbed her body, pulling her to him. "I want you for mine," he whispered into her ear. "I want your body, your heart and your blood. I want you to taste me like I tasted you. To have you taste my blood. To create a link between us. To become my mate." Spike stepped away and dug in his jacket for a smoke. Lighting it up, he cocked his head sideways at her. "If we're gonna go see the wankers you need to grab your coat. I'll be outside. Don't make me wait." Without another word, he turned around and left.
She watched him leave and then let go of the breath that she didn't even realize that she had been holding. Grabbing her coat, she walked out the door.
They had started walking towards the Magic Box, not knowing what to say. Was silence the best option for the moment? Halfway there, Willow started to slow down the pace. She looked up at Spike thinking of his earlier words.
Spike could feel her looking at him. She had slowed down her pace, which was more than fine with him. He was in no rush to see her 'friends'. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer and looked over at her. "Just say whatever's on your mind, pet."
Willow stopped walking and faced him. "We're back home and I already miss you."
Spike looked at her for a moment. He couldn't believe what she had just said. He grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the alley that they were standing in front of.
"Spike! What are you doing?"
He pushed her body gently against the wall and placed his fingers over her lips. Spike then slid his fingers through her hair, holding her head in place. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers. When she opened her mouth, he slipped his tongue in and tasted her. Savoring her. He pulled away from her lips and leaned over to her ear. "I miss you too. I miss your smile and the way you curl around me when you sleep and I miss the way your body feels under my touch. The way you moan my name and ache for my touch. Just like I ache for yours." Spike started placing small kisses along her neck when he felt her hands slip up the back of his shirt.
Willow was oblivious to the world around her. His words and his touch felt so good to her. When she felt his lips on her neck, she couldn't resist. She had to touch him. She slipped her hands under his duster and the back of his t-shirt. Willow glided her hands along his smooth skin and leaned her neck to the side to give him better access.
When Spike felt her hands glide along his body, he moaned softly. He took a small step towards her and pressed his body against hers. After he nipped her neck a couple of times, he pulled away. "We can't do this, luv."
"What? But..."
"I'm not gonna fuck you in some alley. You're better than that. Hell, I'm better than that." He saw her face fall. Spike tilted her head up to look at him. "Doesn't mean that I don't want you any less. Cor, I want you so bad, but I want all of you. Question is would you be able to give yourself to me?" He leaned in and stole one more kiss from her and then pulled her out of the alley. Moments later, they were both standing in front of the Magic Box. Spike looked over at her. "Ladies, first."
She gave him a sincere smile. "You just don't want to be staked."
"Can you blame me?"
Willow pushed opened the door and saw everybody's eyes on them. "Hey guys," she said weakly.
Giles was the first one to speak. "Hello Willow. Spike." He turned back to Willow. "How was your trip?"
"It was..."
"Well, well, look who's back," Buffy interrupted.
Xander looked at his best friend. "We told you everything would be different. You chose HIM over US! What were you expecting?"
Spike frowned as he saw all of her confidence being pulled out of her slowly by her 'friends'.
"We should have never came back," she whispered. "I should have let you keep me there." She knew she had whispered low enough that the only person that would have heard her would've been Spike. It was for his ears only. Willow took a chance and looked up at Spike, seeing the concerned expression on his face as he looked at her.
~Part: 25~
"Children, that is enough!" Everyone turned their heads and stared at Giles for a moment. "Xander...Buffy, come sit at the table." When he saw them both headed towards the table, he turned to Willow and Spike. "Please join us?" Giles requested.
Willow sat across the table from Buffy while Xander was across from Spike. Giles was sitting at the head of the table wondering how he was going to simmer down the tension. "So, did you two enjoy yourselves?" he asked sincerely.
Willow couldn't help but to grin. "I had so much fun Giles. It was nice to get away if only for two days." Giles relaxed more when he heard the happiness in her voice. "Spike isn't that bad to be around when..."
"Hey now," Spike interrupted. "I've got a reputation to protect."
"I'm sure the fluffy demons of the world are shaking," Buffy quipped.
"Sod off Slayer," he growled.
"Yes...well," Giles started. "Where did you go?"
Willow pretended she didn't hear him. "Hmmm?" she asked innocently.
Spike turned his head to look at her. "Wankers want to know where I took you, luv. Make sure you weren't hurt or...bit," he said with a smirk as his mind drifted back to the night of the club. The night he bit into her, tasting her.
"I'm fine, Giles." She was trying to ignore the stares she was receiving from Buffy and Xander. "I'm not hurt or um...anything." <I was bit but I am so not explaining that to you.>
"Where did he take you? Somewhere close to Sunnydale?"
"Um...not quite. He took me...we went...I was in a demon realm."
Willow looked around the room and took in everyone's faces. Spike was smirking. Giles didn't seem that surprised while Xander didn't look like he could complete full sentences. The only voice she heard was Buffy's.
Buffy stood up from the table and brought out the stake she had hidden. "You took MY best friend to a DEMON REALM? I am so going to dust you."
Willow stood up quickly when she heard her words. "Buffy, no! He protected me. I was safe."
"And if a human would have attacked? There were humans there, right?"
"Well...yeah but humans are like pets or slaves to demons there. Besides his chip doesn't work there."
"WHAT? He could have killed you."
"But he didn't." Willow turned to Giles. "I just stopped by to let you know I was back and safe. It's been a long day and this is getting us nowhere. I'm gonna head home."
Giles nodded his understanding. "Perhaps you'll tell me more when we can talk alone."
"Yeah." She then turned to Spike. "Walk me home?"
"Sure, pet." The group watched in silence as Willow and Spike left. Before Willow knew it, they were standing outside of her front door. She turned to Spike. "You can come in for a bit, if you want."
"Yeah." After Willow pushed open the door, Spike walked through the invisible barrier. Once inside, he shrugged out of his duster and threw it over one of the chairs.
Willow locked the door and turned around, seeing him watching her. "That went so bad. Buffy is so ready to stake you and Xander doesn't want anything to do with me."
"What about you, pet?"
"What about me?"
"Do you want anything to do with me?"
"Spike...about what happened, that can't happen again."
"Why's that?"
"Cause it should have never happened but..."
"I told you it would change everything."
Willow turned away from him and took a deep breath. "They made me so angry earlier. I just...I just want to scream at them."
Spike walked quietly behind Willow until his mouth was inches from her ear. "I can make you scream, pet."
Willow's eyes widened as she tried to step away from him. Feeling his arms around her waist, she turned around to face him. "We can't!"
Spike raised his eyebrow at her. "I wasn't talking about shagging but if that's what you had in mind..."
"No! It's not!"
"I want to taste you, Red."
"What?"
"Your blood. I wanna bite you."
"You want me to LET you bite me?"
"It wasn't so bad the first time, was it? In the club. You seemed to enjoy it." Spike paused for a moment. "Will you let me?" he whispered.
Willow let her mind travel back to that night in the club. She couldn't explain what she felt when she had felt him bite into her breast. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she looked at Spike and nodded her head yes.
Spike placed her on the floor and grazed a finger along the side of her face. He leaned down and started to kiss her neck while his fingers unbuttoned her shirt. When he undid the last button, he leaned up and pushed her shirt to the sides of her body. He then unclasped her bra at the front and ran his fingers over the healing bite. When he felt a small shiver tremble through her body from his touch, he smiled. He looked up and into her eyes. "Glad to see my touch affects you so much, Red." Before she could respond he grazed his tongue over her nipple, hearing her gasp of pleasure. Letting his demon emerge, he bit into her breast and closed his eyes. As he tasted her blood, he tasted her life. Her innocence, beauty and compassion spiced her blood and it was intoxicating. When he heard her breath coming in short pants, he pulled away and slipped into his human features; licking the few stray drops of blood away. As Spike started to lean up, he felt her reach for his jeans. "Luv?"
"Need you," she mumbled.
He looked down and saw her eyes filled with lust and desire. "Red, we don't have to..."
"I want to."
Spike nodded his consent and allowed her to continue.
Willow finished unzipping his zipper and ran her hand over his cock. Willow smiled when he leaned against her slightly, trying to keep his balance. She leaned up and lightly nipped at his neck, hearing him growl.
Spike felt his whole body respond to her touch. She felt like fire against him and he wanted more. He wanted her. "Willow," he whispered.
Willow stopped touching him and leaned up to his ear. "No teasing. No foreplay Spike," she whispered. "I want you to take me hard and fast."
Spike couldn't believe her words but he wasn't turning down this chance. He opened his eyes; they were blazing golden from her words. He pulled off her jeans and knickers while she slipped out of the bra and shirt she was wearing. Then he tore out of his clothes and dropped them to the floor. With a smirk, he leaned back onto the floor next to 'his' beautiful and now naked redhead. "Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yeah," she said just as softly. Suddenly she smirked and knew what to say. "Make me scream."
Spike returned her smirk with one of his own and slid inside of her with one thrust. He stopped for a moment, letting her adjust. When he felt her body relax, Spike started moving slowly within her.
<What is he doing? I want it rough and he's taking his time.> Willow wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her mouth to his neck. As she started to nip at his neck, she heard him growl.
"Willow," he growled.
Willow dug her fingernails into his back and knew that was all it took. Spike almost pulled completely out of her but when he felt her nails, he slammed into her. <The girl wants it rough? I'll show her rough.> He used one arm to hold him up and used the other one to dig his fingers into her hips. He quickened his thrusts within her. Each one a little more rough. Each one sinking deep inside her. And with each one, he heard her moan his name. Spike looked at her and saw her eyes closed. He placed his hands on the floor on each side of her head. This position allowed his body to brush against hers with every movement. "Look at me Willow," he commanded to her. When she opened her eyes, he continued. "I want you to watch me. Look into my eyes." When she nodded her head yes, he slowed down his movements. Spike wanted her to feel every movement. Every friction between them.
Willow felt him slow down and almost whimpered out loud. When she found herself staring in his eyes, she saw so many emotions. Staring at him and feeling what he was doing to her was almost too much. "Spike," she panted. "So...close..."
"I know baby. Never look away," he whispered. Spike pushed against her body, pausing for a moment. He started to roll his hips, hardly moving out of her. It wasn't just an act of sex, it had become sensual. Spike could feel their bodies melting together. He never missed a beat, even when he felt her starting to flutter around him.
As Willow looked into his eyes, she felt herself drawn into him. What was once about need had turned into something more. Something tender. She could feel herself getting lost in him. She ran her fingers through the ends of his hair. "Spike...so close...Spike...Spike..."
"That's it baby," he whispered. "Lose yourself in me," he pleaded.
"I wanna feel you bite me," she whispered.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," she said softly.
Spike drifted his fingers along her neck. "Here?"
"If that's what you want."
When he felt her orgasm shudder through her body, he morphed and leaned down to her neck. He placed a soft kiss on her skin before sinking his fangs into her soft flesh. While drinking from her, he continued to slowly move inside of her. After a few moments, Spike brought his head back and started licking the wound. He had bit her in the moment but not claimed her. As he came inside of her, he held her close to his body; feeling her second orgasm shudder through her body. Spike growled her name against her neck as he heard her scream out his name in pleasure.
Spike didn't move for the next couple of minutes. He just stayed there inside of her, basking in her warmth. Their eyes still remained locked on each other. Spike lifted up one of his hands and wiped a bead of sweat from her face. He slipped out of her and lay next to her, wrapping his arm around her. Pulling her to his body, he used his other hand to brush the hair off of her face. Without saying another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, enjoying her taste. As he deepened the kiss, he pulled her closer and rested his hands along her back. When Willow leaned back for air, she placed one of her hands and her head on his chest; falling asleep out of pure exhaustion.
~Part: 26~
Spike woke up the next afternoon and reached for Willow. He wanted to hold her close to him, feeling her skin next to him. When he stretched out his arms and felt nothing, he sat up and frowned. He looked around, noting that he was still in her house. <Not a dream, mate. Where did the witch go?> He closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated on her heart beat. Hearing the steady beat, he opened his eyes and glanced in the direction. The sound was coming from the direction of the bathroom. His eyes glanced towards the door, which appeared to be open. Spike stood up from the floor and pulled on his jeans, zipping them up but leaving the button undone. He walked slowly towards the bathroom, silently.
Spike stood in the doorway of the bathroom. As he thought, the door had remained open. He stood there for a moment watching her. She had on a pair of underwear and his t-shirt on, covering up part of her body. Her hair was tied back and he could tell she was deep in thought. She was just standing there, staring into the mirror. More specifically, staring at her neck. He watched as her fingers drifted up to her neck and grazed his bite mark. She was so lost in her thoughts, she never even noticed him. Spike made his way behind her and circled his arms around her waist. He placed a small kiss on the back of her neck and inhaled her scent.
Willow stood in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. She stared at the bite on her neck. The bite that she had asked Spike for. <What was I thinking? I asked a vampire to bite me?> Willow let her mind drift to the previous events. She had slept with Spike and it had been...amazing. <I am NOT doing that again!> Willow reached up and touched her neck, wondering what was gonna happen next. The next thing she felt was Spike's arms circle around her waist. Her whole body tensed at the innocent gesture.
Spike felt her body tense and frowned. "Willow?"
"Hey," she said quietly. "I was just..."
"Staring at the mark on your neck," he finished for her.
"It's just...Spike, let go."
Spike could feel his demon trying to claw to the surface. He tightened his grip on her and leaned down to her ear. "No," he growled. "You're mine."
"I'm not," she said softly.
Spike let go of her waist and turned her around to face him. He ran his thumb over his mark. "That bite says you are."
Willow shook her head no. "Spike, I've been doing research for Giles since I was 15. We both know this isn't a claiming bite."
Spike could feel his control over his demon slipping. "It's like that, is it?" Spike was hurt. He felt like the witch didn't really want him. His eyes started to flash golden. "Like I'd ever claim you. You're a mere human," he said coldly. He turned around, seeing the hurt in her eyes and headed towards the door. When he reached the door way, he stopped and turned around. "That's it, isn't it? When you wanted me to bite you, you wanted me to claim you?"
Willow couldn't look at him as he asked his questions. She was afraid he would see through her. A small part of her did want him to claim her.
Spike saw her looking at the floor and knew he needed to do something. He didn't want to lose her. He didn't want to lose all the feelings she evoked in him. He stepped forward and grabbed her hand in his. "C'mon, pet." He pulled her out of the bathroom and back to the living room. Spike sat on the couch and pulled Willow to him until she was straddling his legs. "Look at me," he pleaded. "Please."
"I need you to talk to me, Red. Tell me what's going on in your head."
"Why?" she seethed. "You said it yourself. I'm a mere human. You never wanted..."
"I was bit rash back there, pet." He tilted her head up to look at him. "Don't think for a second that I didn't want to claim you because I did. I wanted to claim you and never let you go." Spike took a deep breath. "When I claim you, I want you to understand what you're getting into. Claiming is serious. You can't go back. I want you to accept it willingly." He reached his hand up and grazed the side of her face. "What happened between us last night, Red?"
Willow looked into his eyes and didn't see his regular smirk. He was sincere but Willow was afraid. Not afraid that he would hurt her, but afraid for her heart. "It was just sex, Spike."
"Sod that. You know that's not true. I've been a demon for over a century, luv. I've had sex. And that's not what happened last night."
"Maybe we were just caught up in the moment."
"Or maybe you don't want to admit the truth."
"And what would the truth be, Spike?"
Spike slid his hands under the back of her shirt and pulled her even closer to him. "That you want to be with me. Last night, I saw a part of you. The passion that you hold inside and I never want to let that go. The truth is that you're afraid to REALLY let yourself go."
"And why would that be?"
"Because you're afraid of what might happen. You're afraid of what you might feel. Of what you might feel for me. It scares you because this is real."
Willow knew he was right, every word. "What were you like as Master?"
"Huh?"
"Master? Before the chip, what were you like?"
He didn't understand the sudden change of topic. "Well...I was ruthless and...and a demon. Angelus taught me well, luv. Remember the Halloween I was in town?"
"Yeah. Buffy told me about it. That you almost killed her."
"Well, that was nothing. I enjoy the torture and the bloodshed...but at the same time, I protect what I consider to be mine."
"Do you...am I...do you consider me yours?" she asked shyly.
"I was kinda hoping that you considered yourself to be mine," he told her.
"Really?"
"Last night...it was amazing, luv. The passion and the want between us, it was something else. You were meant to be mine," he whispered.
Willow was speechless from his confession. She got off of his lap, ignoring his protesting growl. She walked down the hallway to her room without a word. A couple minutes later, she came back fully dressed.
Spike saw her dressed in a t-shirt that laced up at the sides and a pair of jeans. "Luv?"
"Spike, I have to leave. There's something I need to do."
"You do realize this is the SECOND time I've opened up to you and you've wanted to leave."
"I know and I'm sorry but I can't explain right now. There's something I need to do and I need to leave now to do it."
"Or maybe you just don't want me," Spike told her sounding defeated.
Willow walked over to Spike and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. She straddled his legs and pressed her body against his. Willow felt him deepen the kiss and allowed him to take over. Finally she pulled back for air and looked into his eyes. "I'll see you at the Magic Box in an hour."
"Willow..."
"An hour, Spike. Promise me?"
"I'll be there."
Forty minutes later........
Spike wanted to see her and he couldn't just sit there without her. He pulled on a t-shirt and his duster and headed outside, keeping to the shadows. As he entered the Magic Box, he could hear Buffy, Giles and Willow arguing.
"This isn't your decision, Buffy." Willow told her.
Buffy looked up and saw Spike walking over to the group. "This is your fault," she told him. "You put a spell or something on her, didn't you?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"You put a spell on Willow. There is no way she would agree to this."
"I think you got the roles a bit mixed up, Slayer." He pointed to himself. "I am the vampire." He then pointed to Willow. "She's the witch. Usually it's the witch that does the spells." Spike looked up at Giles. "Watcher, you wanna tell me what's going on?"
Giles looked at Willow and then at Spike. "You don't know, do you?"
No one seemed to be giving Spike a straight answer and it was getting on his nerves. He stepped in behind Willow. "Luv, what's going on?"
Willow turned her head slightly and took a look at Spike. She thought about everything he had said earlier. She gave him a quick smile and them looked back at Giles. "Tonight, Giles. I want you to deactivate his chip tonight."
~Part: 27~
"There's no way," Buffy demanded.
"This isn't your choice," Willow told her. "It's mine."
Spike leaned closer to Willow. "We need to talk, luv."
"Not now," she told him.
His eyes flashed golden. "Now," he growled. Willow felt him grab her wrist as he pulled her into the back room. "We'll be back," he yelled at the speechless group in the main room. Spike shut the door behind them and locked it. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? You're the one that dragged me back here, Spike. I thought you would be happy about my decision." Willow was quickly losing her patience as she saw Spike watching her. "What do you want from me? I said I'd go along with the plan, didn't I?"
"That's not good enough, luv."
"Then tell me what you want from me."
"What do I want from you?" he repeated.
"Yeah, because obviously I don't know. Remember I'm your one way ticket," she said flippantly. As the words escaped her mouth, she knew it was a mistake. As she looked into his eyes, she could see him battling for control over his demon. She took a step back away from him, and them another until she was against the wall.
When he heard the words come out of her mouth, his face instantly hardened. He stalked towards her with a predatory look in his eyes. When he had her backed against the wall, his features softened. "You wanna know what I want from you, pet?" He saw her nod her head yes. "I want everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything. I want you at my side because you WANT to be, not because of some soddin' plan." He reached out and touched the side of her face. "I want you to touch me because you want to. I want you to want me. To crave me, like I do you. And one day, I want you to love me. I want into your mind, pet. Into your body. Into your heart." He took a step back. "So if you're doing this cause you think you're my one ticket, don't fuckin' bother!" Spike turned around and headed for the door. Just as he reached for the door knob, he heard her voice.
"Spike?" He turned around and looked at her. "You want alot."
"Not really. I just want you." He paused for a moment. "And I thought a part of you wanted me. Why won't you just let yourself give in to me."
"Because then it will be over," she whispered softly.
Spike walked back to Willow with a concerned expression. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," she told him as she shook her head and tried to turn away.
Spike caught her shoulders and turned her around to face him. "Tell. Me."
Willow looked into his his eyes and felt waves of nervousness wave through her body. "If I give into you, then it's over."
"Over?"
"Yeah, over. If I give into you and I-I love you or if I start to really feel for you, then you can..."
"I can what?"
"When you don't want me anymore, I won't have anything here to come back to. My friends will hate me for going with you in the first place. And my family is non existent. Where does that leave me?"
"With me," he told her with a serious tone.
"And when you don't want me anymore?" she asked shyly.
"When I don't want you? Are you daft?" That question alone caused her to look up into his eyes. "I was sure that the girl I made love to last night was you."
"We didn't..."
"That wasn't just a shag Willow and you know it. Do you know how easy it would be for me to fall for you and how much that scares the hell out of me?" Spike took a deep breath and turned back around to face the door. "We really should get back out there."
His confession to her, caused her stomach to flutter. Before he could take a step towards the door, she spoke. "Spike?"
He didn't turn around but instead closed his eyes. "Yeah," he said quietly.
"After Giles does the spell, I want you to claim me. I mean I'll wear the necklace but I still want to wear your mark and you're not saying anything."
Spike opened his eyes and turned around to face the girl. "You WANT me to claim you? You have no idea what that means."
"Then tell me."
Spike walked over to Willow, pulling her to his body. "Claiming a human is serious. There is no going back. It's forever. You can't take it back."
"But you could still give me up."
"I could but it doesn't change things. You will still be marked. You will still be claimed. There will still be a bond between us. And why the hell would I want to give you up."
"Because..."
"What part of I wanted to claim you didn't you understand? What part of I could fall for you didn't you get?"
"Those are just words."
"You're right. But I thought my actions were pretty clear last night. Whether you agree to this plan or not, my feelings towards you won't change. I will still want you. I will still crave you. Hell, I don't even know when I started to fancy you, but I do. And NOTHING will change that." Spike pressed his lips to hers for a brief moment before he left the room and headed out towards the main room.
When he returned to where everyone still was, he took a deep breath. "We're not doing the spell." He watched as everyone became more relaxed.
Willow came out into the room and stood next to Spike. She looked around the room and saw a mix of emotions. Buffy was the first one to speak up.
"Spike told us Wills."
"What exactly did he tell you?"
"About the spell. He said you weren't doing it."
"Did he?" she asked as she glanced at Spike.
"Yeah and I am so relieved."
"Giles," Willow started. "We're still doing the spell."
"Red, we..."
Willow turned to Spike. "Don't." She then turned to the group. "I know you don't want me to go through with this spell. But in the end, it's my choice. My choice on how I'm gonna live my life." She watched as Xander left the house, slamming the door behind him. Willow winced at the noise. She then watched as Buffy stalked over towards Giles, trying to convince him not to do the spell.
"Why are you doing this, Red?"
Willow turned her body to face him. "Because I want to. Because you were right about what you said. About everything. Last night was about more than just sex. All of those things you said back there...I want to say that I would just be your pet after this spell happens but deep down that's not what I want. And what I do want scares me. And..."
"Are we ready?" Giles interrupted.
"No," Spike told him.
"Spike, go."
"We need to finish this talk, luv."
"We will, later."
"I want you to stay here while he does the spell."
"Where else would I be?" She turned to Giles. "Can I talk to him for a minute before you do the spell?"
"Of course. Besides I think Buffy might want to yell at me some more."
"Thanks. It won't take long." She watched as Giles walked away and then she turned back to Spike. "What's wrong?"
"I don't think you've thought about this," he told her.
"Trust me I have. I thought about it the first day this 'plan' was discussed. I thought about it when we were in that demon realm. At the club. When I read your journal."
"It's forever, Willow."
Willow interlocked his fingers with his and grazed them across her neck where he had bit her the night before. "Are there any more questions?" she asked staring into his eyes.
She let her fingers drop from his, but he continued to graze the bite mark. "I want everything from you, luv. You won't just be my pet. You'll be at my side."
"I know. Now go do the spell." She watched as he smirked and then went to join Giles in the other room.
Thirty minutes later.....
Spike walked out of the room with Giles behind him. Willow quickly stood up from her chair and walked over to him. "Are you ok?"
"I don't feel any different, luv."
"How do we know if the spell worked, Giles?"
"That I'm not sure. Remember Spike, their necks are off limits."
"I know Watcher." He felt Buffy move in behind him as he smirked at Willow. Suddenly he turned around and punched Buffy, sending her flying across the room. "Guess the spell worked," Spike announced. He turned back to Willow and smirked. "I couldn't resist, luv."
Willow knew what else his comment held. "Go. I know you want to. You've been waiting to terrorize Sunnydale."
Spike pulled the claiming necklace out of his pocket and placed it in her hand. "Put this on before you walk home. I'll be by later."
~Part: 28~
Spike walked around Sunnydale for the next three hours. He had beat up any demon that crossed his path and drank from three humans but had not drained them. He knew Willow wouldn't want them dead. <Look what you've done now. You went and fell for the Witch. Hmm...might have to talk to her about the feeding. Get her to understand it from my point of view. Speaking of the Witch, it's about time I get back to her.> Spike made his way towards her house, thinking about his unlife. <Chip is gone. I'll be Master once again. I'll have Willow at my side. Everything is as it should be.> Nothing could get his mood down. Nothing until he peered through Willow's bedroom glass door.
Upon seeing her, everything he was happy about came to a halt. He smelled salt in the air even with the door shut. Quietly, he slid the door open and closed it behind him, locking it instantly. He glanced at her still form on the bed. She was dressed in a short nightshirt that fell mid-thigh and his necklace. Shrugging out of his duster and t-shirt, he made his way to the bed. Spike kicked off his boots and climbed in.
When Willow felt someone climb into bed with her, her eyes instantly opened. Panic spread through her body until she saw who it was. "You came back," she whispered.
Spike reached out and wiped her tears away. "Of course I came back. Why wouldn't I?"
"You're chipless now. You can go anywhere. Be with anyone. You don't have to waste your time on me."
"Is that what you think I've been doing?"
Willow looked away. "Some people think so."
His demon flared. "Some people? Some people like the bloody Slayer?" He could smell even more tears that threatened to fall down her face. Before he knew it, she wrapped her arms around him and held onto him tight. He circled his arms around her body. "Sshh, luv. It's alright. It was her, wasn't it?" He heard a muffled yes and then proceeded to rub small circles onto her back. He kissed the top of her head and then leaned back. "I need to know what she said to you, luv."
"Why?" she asked him softly.
"Because I need to know. I'm gonna take care of you, so no worries. I was serious before. I want you to take your place beside me. You won't be just a pet. But I need to know."
"Spike..."
"Baby, tell me."
"She...she called me a tramp. Your whore. Bl-blamed me for getting Giles to deactivate the chip. She said the minute you got me alone, you'd kill me. That you were using me." Willow hid her face in his chest. "That you never really wanted me." Willow was silent for a moment. "Is it true?" she asked in barely a whisper.
If it weren't for his vampiric hearing, he would have never heard her question. "I'm gonna kill the bitch," he growled.
Willow looked up and saw his eyes blazing golden. "You promised Giles that you wouldn't drain them."
"I'm not gonna drain her. I'm gonna snap the bitch's neck." Spike didn't even realize he was vamped out until he felt her fingers run over the ridges on his face. Upon feeling her touch, he melted back into his human facade. "You believe her, don't you luv?"
"Well..."
"No. There's no well about it. No one's gonna keep us apart. Not hell. Not my sire. And sure as hell not the bloody slayer. Don't believe a word, pet. I chose you long before this soddin' spell of Giles'." Spike grazed his fingers over the side of her face. "I want you to remember everything that's happened between us. Everything that they don't know about. What happened in the club. The journal. What happened when we came back. The bite. Either you want me and we do this or you tell me now that you don't and you can back out. I won't be second choice to you. And I won't have you regretting your decision. I want your heart, so if you don't want me, I need you to tell me."
Willow opened her mouth to whisper her answer. She closed her mouth and looked into his eyes, knowing her decision.
~Part: 29~
She watched as he stormed out of her room. Anger and confusion surrounded him. She knew what she wanted to say but a wave of anger was also coursing through her. She got up from the bed and went in search of Spike.
She found him on the couch in the living room. "You.you're just like everyone else, ya know? A take it or leave it approach."
"I'm a vampire, pet. This shouldn't be multiple choice. It shouldn't even be a decision. There's only one right answer, and I'm not patient."
Willow shifted from one foot to the other. "If.if I said yes, what would happen?"
Spike stood up from the couch and walked over to her. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you said yes," he said as his fingers trailed down her arm. "I'd pull you back to your bedroom and make love to you. I would claim you, making sure the bite was deep and permanent. Then tomorrow I would leave to find a new lair. Kill the Master in charge now, and then come back for you."
"And if my answer is no?"
Spike took a step back from her. "Then I kiss you goodbye and I walk out of here. I leave town and you go back to your happy old life," he told her dryly. Willow knew her answer. She wanted to shout it to the world, but there was one thing holding her back. Spike could sense the tension in her body. "What is it, luv?"
"It's just."
"What?" he growled. "You have tested my patience enough tonight."
Willow sucked in a deep breath. "What if they don't listen to you?"
He became confused. "What if who doesn't listen to me?"
"Your minions. What if.what if they attack me? What if they try to drain me?"
Spike started to smirk as he pulled her body to his. "You never saw me as Master, luv. You have nothing to worry about. Crossing me won't even cross their minds. But it won't be all sweetness between us. I am a vampire and I will feel the need to possess you, especially in front of other vampires. The real question is, do you want me? Do you want to be with me?"
Willow glanced up into his eyes. "I don't love you."
"Don't expect you to. One day, it would be nice."
"You didn't let me finish. I don't love you, but one day I could. And I do want you."
"Forever?" he asked seriously.
"Forever?" she squeaked.
"I'm not a temporary kind of demon, luv. I'm a 'this is for all of eternity' kind of demon. I'll repeat myself. Forever?"
"Forever," she breathed.
A smile came across his face. "Then you'll do it? You're saying yes? You'll be at my side?"
Willow nodded her head yes quickly. "I will but."
"But what? You either want me or you don't!"
"I do. I do, Spike. It's just, what if you decide you don't want me any more or you tire of me?"
Spike cupped her face in his hands. "Listen to me. You are my mate. I feel it throughout my body. I feel it when we kiss. I felt it when we made love. You'll be my fire and I'll be your darkness." He moved his lips to her ear. "Be mine, Willow?" he whispered. "Be my lover? My mate?"
"Yes," she whispered in return. "Yours."
Spike placed a small kiss on her neck and then curled an arm around her waist. He started to pull her back to the bedroom.
"Um.Spike?"
"Yeah."
"Where are we going?"
"Bedroom." He remained silent until they had actually made it into the room. Spike kicked the door closed and pushed her body against it, his form pressing against hers. "I plan on making love to you and claiming you as mine." He nuzzled into her neck and felt her hands twine through his hair. "I want you, Willow," he mumbled. "Need you."
"I'm yours, Spike," she whispered.
He guided her over to the bed.
~Part: 30~
Pushing her down on the bed, Spike leaned his body over hers. Placing his lips on the curve of her neck, he started kissing his way down and across her chest until he reached her shirt. Bringing his lips to hers, he kissed her deeply as his hands fumbled with the buttons. Aggravated, he tore apart the front of her shirt, smirking when the buttons flew off in all different directions. Pulling away from her lips, Spike undid the clasp in the front of her bra, grazing his tongue across one of her nipples.
The only thing that Willow seemed to know was that she needed him. To her, it felt so right. As she felt his tongue along her skin, she slid her hands through his hair, enjoying the sensations he was giving her. When he pulled away from her body, she gave a low whimper.
"Patience, luv."
"Screw patience, Spike." She kicked off her shoes as he slowly stripped out of his shirt. She watched as he slowly leaned down to her body. Willow grabbed the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him closer to her. As he began to stumble, she used all the strength she had and flipped them.
When Spike found himself under her, he smirked. "My pet has fire, does she? Think you have what it takes to handle me?"
Willow straddled his hips, leaning her mouth up to his ear. "I think I wanna find out," she whispered seductively.
"That so? I think I may just let you do that."
"Didn't think you'd complain," she whispered. Willow started to place kisses along his neck, smiling when she heard a faint purring sound coming from his chest. Kissing her way down his chest, she came to his jeans. She nipped at the skin right above the material as she unzipped them slowly. Spike lifted his hips, letting her pull the pesky material off and settled back in to enjoy himself.
Willow stood up pulling the garment from his body while pondering where his boots went for about half a second. Reality brought her back to the fact that Spike was laying on her bed.naked. She pulled off her jeans and underwear, kicking them to the side. She then slid off what was left of her shirt and bra, and advanced her way back to Spike. Straddling his legs right above his knees, she slid her hand over his length feeling it harden from that one innocent touch.
She leaned down, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, tasting the pre-cum that was resting on the tip. Hearing a soft moan escape his lips, she slid her tongue lightly across his length, teasing him with every movement. She continued this action for a couple more moments, knowing he wanted more. She had him completely at her mercy and was loving every moment.
Spike couldn't take it any more. The teasing was driving him crazy. "Luv, put that delicious mouth of yours around my cock. Now," he growled, half pleading and half demanding.
"As you wish, master," she teased. She never saw his eyes flash golden as she spoke that last word. She slowly slid her mouth down over his cock, relaxing her throat. Taking him as far as she could, she slowly slid her mouth up and down at a slow but agonizing pace.
Spike knew this was what heaven and hell felt like. And she would be his forever. Watching her, he slid his hands through her hair guiding her. Although she sure as hell didn't need any help. "Luv," he moaned. "You're killing me."
Willow sped up her movements. Her head bobbing up and down faster. Her mouth sucking harder around his dick. Reaching one hand down, she started to massage his balls, hearing him starting to moan her name out loud. Suddenly she pulled away.
"What the bloody hell?"
"We're just starting," she smirked. "Can't have you coming yet, can we?" Taking his cock in her right hand, she lifted her body and hovered over his. Guiding his dick to her center, she slid down slowly onto him. Her heat swallowing him up. She heard them both gasp at the same time.
Spike had had sex with her before but the feelings were always the same. They were always intense. He drifted his hands up to her hips as she slowly started to move.
Feeling her body relax, she placed the palms of her hands on his chest, rising slowly on his cock and then pushing down on him. Each time a little more forceful. Each time a little more passionate.
The girl was driving him crazy. She was riding him with enough passion to meet his own. Each time she pushed down on him, he could feel himself being pushed further into her. Before long, his hips were meeting hers, thrust for thrust. One thing was lacking. Control. His control.
Keeping his grasp on her, he flipped them both. He knew she was on the edge. "My turn to have control, luv." He raised her legs slightly, giving him a new position. And then he drove into her with everything that he had. He could hear her screams, her moans of passion.
"Spike!" she moaned. "Don't stop," she mumbled over and over.
"Never stopping," he whispered to her, fucking her relentlessly.
Willow could feel the familiar tightness in her lower abdomen and knew she was almost there. "Right there," she mumbled. "Almost there."
As much as his demon wanted to continue fucking her, he heard her words and slowed down. His eyes never left hers. Spike interlocked his fingers with hers, holding her hands to the bed as he moved slowly within her.
"Spike. Need you."
He leaned into her neck. "Need you too, baby. Always need you." He pushed hard into her, keeping his actions sensual. He could feel her starting to flutter around him. "That's it, luv. Willow.need you so much." Spike felt her tighten her grip on his hands as her whole body started to shake. It gave him the extra push to his own release. Thrusting quickly into her three more times, he growled her name as he exploded inside of her. Morphing, he bit into her neck. Drinking slowly from her, he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her body. He bit down harder making his claim. As he continued to drink from her, he felt her body reach a second orgasm, shuddering around him. He could feel her nails dig into his back as she moaned out his name.
After a few more moments, he pulled his mouth away from her neck, lapping at the bite. "Willow?" he whispered. "You ok?"
"Mmhmm. Happy and ok."
Spike slid out of her and lay on his side, pulling her body to him. "Mine," he growled.
"Yours, forever," she whispered as she gave into sleep.
~~~*~~~
Spike had just finished dressing and was sliding on his duster when she woke up. "Are you leaving?" she asked, fear running through her body.
"Have to, luv." Spike sat down on the bed next to her. "Sooner I find the lair, sooner I can come back for you."
"You will come back for me, won't you? I mean this wasn't a one time thing, right?"
"You're mine, luv. If I could, I'd stay and chain you up, see how many ways I can get you to scream."
"But."
"But I have to go. The sooner I get back, the sooner I can take you away from all of this." Leaning forward, he kissed her gently. "Be ready to leave anytime. I won't give you warning."
"What about all of my stuff?"
"You won't need it. Everything you need, I'll provide for you. I'll take care of you." Nuzzling his mark one last time, he stood up. "I claimed you, pet. No demon will touch you. I'll be back soon." Without another word, he left into the darkness.