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Willow moaned. The back of her head was killing her. The pain radiated through her skull, echoing through her brain. The last thing she remembered
was walking out of the library after a all-night research party.

Now her eyes were covered by a silky material, she couldn't see a damn thing. Her hands were above her head. Her legs were spread eagle and
similarly tied. She tried to squirm, her naked, oversensitive skin slid across cool satin sheets. Her fingers groped the cool carved wood her hands
were tied to- a headboard.

Whose bed was she in? her brain thundered. Panicking, she inhaled deeply trying to find a scent, anything that would tell her where the hell she was. All she could pick up was the scent of old, musty things.

She heard material shift to her left. As if clothes were being dropped to the floor. She felt weight shift on the matress.

"Wh-who's there?" she whispered. Her breath was coming in short, shallow spurts. What the hell was happening to her? Why did she always manage to get into situations like this?

No response came as she felt someone kneel between her thighs.

"Who's there?" she said, her voice slightly more demanding.

Her breath caught as she a cool tongue slide along her slit. She cried out, trying to twist away from the questing mouth. But it followed her, lapping and sucking at her clit. Traitorous warmth spread through her, wetting her thighs with the warm juices seeping from her core. He (dear god, she was assuming it was a he, who the hell is this?) lapped them up greedily, his tongue swirling into her.

She fought the urge to buck up from the matress into this seeking contact. He continued to tongue her with great enthusiasm. She felt a cool finger slide into her, a thumb caressing her swollen clit as it glided back and forth. She bit her lip at the cold contact. Why were his hands so cold?

Not able to resist any longer she forgot her situation and rocked her hips forward, meeting his palm's every movement. She could not see. Or hear or sense anything but what his hands and mouth were doing to her. She wished to god the blindfold would shift away from her eyes so she could see her unexpected lover.

She felt an unfamiliar tightness below her belly, she didn't know what it was, all she knew was she wanted it to be relieved. A sheen of sweat
glistened on her skin as she quickened her pace, hoping to find release. The fingers responded by moving in and out of her slick, wet folds at a frantic pace. Her velvety warmth quivered around them as her release neared.

Something broke inside Willow, it was if all the tension in her body suddenly flooded out of her. She screamed as her climax burst through her.
Her body went lax against the restraints, sagging listlessly.

Her breathing slowed to a ragged sigh. Her head lolled back. A hand reached up and gently cradled her face. She took his thumb into her mouth, sucking it wantonly. She wanted to give him any pleasure she could in return.

He caressed her damp red curls and kissed the length of her body, dipping his cool tongue into her navel. Peppering baby kisses over her belly. He
teased her pebbled nipples with his clever tongue, nipping them with his teeth. His hands gripped her hips as he slid his body along the length of
hers. She could his hard cock pressed against her thigh, seeking friction.

(Thank god, it is a guy. Not that it really matters at this point.)

His tongue delved between her parted lips. She could taste herself on his lips, the sweetness of her first real orgasm. He swallowed her muffled moan as he coiled his tongue around hers. His lips were gentle but persistent. Urgent. He explored her mouth. Tasted her. Left her breathless.

He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, grinding his body against her dripping core. She cried out and thrust her hips up blindly, hoping for
friction to release her from this sweet torment.

He held her hips down firmly, running the tip of his cock along her aching slit. She gasped.

"Please!" she begged against his lips. "Please come inside me."

And suddenly he did. Her virgin barrier broken, she suffered a twinge of pain before he began pulsing slowly into her. Her kissed her all the while,
his tongue matching his gentle strokes. As she became more comfortable she met his hips thrust for thrust. He quickened his movements inside her,
building his pace. She was so hot and tight, still reeling from her last orgasm.

She knew she wouldn't last much longer before she came again. And she was right. His fingers curled around her aching clit and she screamed loud
enough to wake the dead. She tightened around him, quaking as he spilled his seed into her. He collapsed over her, his head cradled against her breast.

She shivered. Was it her imagination, or was his cum... cold? She struggled to edge the blindfold down against her arm. He clucked his tongue and held it firmly in place.

She moaned in frustration. He moved back from her and began licking her again. His tongue lapped away his seed as she rode his mouth. She grinned against the darkness... they were starting all over again.

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Willow turned in her sleep, lifting her head from the pillow. Her own, cotton-covered pillow. She buried her face in it.

What a screwed up dream.

She winced as she rolled over. She was sore, really sore.

Like she had been fucking like an animal for the last twelve hours.

She bolted up. She was in her own bed. But she completely naked save for the sheet tucked under her.

And the white rose petals sprinkled over her body.

"What the HELL!?"

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Willow rubber her thumb in a twisting pattern on the cold glass of her soda. The loud music pulsated around her, but she couldn't even hear it. She
couldn't believe she had let Buffy and Xander talk her into Bronzing tonight. Like she really needed to watch them dance for three hours while she sat alone at the table.

What she needed was to sit at home and try to figure out what the hell had come over her. How could she be acting as if nothing had happened when she had had wild animal sex with some stranger she couldn't even see? She still had no clue who it was.

She buried her face in her hands, wincing as she shifted in her seat. She was still so sore. But in a good way. Even though she was terrified by what had happened she had to admit, it was the most erotic nights of her life. She didn't know what she was more afraid of - her mystery man coming for her again or never feeling like that again.

(What was wrong with me?! What sort of sick twisted person am I?) She wiped at the tears that threatened to fall. Before Queen Cordy and her court spotted her sobbing at her table, she hopped off of her stool and headed for the bathroom.

She entered the darkened hallway. The only light availible came from the glowing red exit sign in the corner. She pressed her hand against the ladies room door. Suddenly a hand jerked head back. She screamed, but it was muffled by hand pressed over her mouth. She whimpered as the same dark, silky material slid over her eyes.

It was him.

The blindfold was tied tight over her eyes. Her breath came in ragged spurts. She fought against response. She wouldn't let this happen again. A
hand tilted her chin back. He trailed kisses along her throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Willow could hear someone coming. She inhaled deep to
cry out, but the hand clamped over her mouth again. She was pulled off the ground and carried away. She heard a door shut. Where the hell was she? The broom closet? Xander?

She was turned and pressed against the door. He made quick work of her blouse, tossing it to the floor. He cupped her breasts teasing the sensitive flesh. She moaned softly, keeping her palms pressed against the door. Gentle hands slid under her short skirt. She could feel him grin against her
shoulder. She wasn't wearing any underwear. It just hurt too much against her abused flesh.

She gasped as his cool fingers brushed against her clit. Her stroked her in slow soothing circles. She moaned, balling her fists. Her nails bit into her
own palms. He turned her, claiming her mouth. Her tongue ran between her lips, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure. He bunched her skirt at her
waist, she felt him kneel in front of her. His tongue flicked across her clit, swirling around the distended flesh in sinful ways. He tucked one thigh over his shoulder, then the other. She leaned back against the door, using it for support as his tongue invaded her.

Though the contact stung slightly, she quaked around his tongue as he slid in and out of her. It hurt in the most delicious way. She buried her hands in his hair, grinding his face against her clit. His hands cupped her ass, rocking her against him.

Pleasure rocketed through her as she fell over the edge of orgasm. She slumped back against the door. He set her feet on the floor and held her
elbows, supporting her. He pulled her lips against his, tracing the outline of her mouth with his tongue. She could taste herself on him. His lips
traced a path across her cheek.

She felt his breath against her ear. "Soon."

He straigtened her clothes and eased her back from the door. She heard it creak open and shut.

She was alone again. With shaking hands, she removed the blindfold. She was in the broom closet. She opened the door, having a hard time walking on her jellied legs. She walked back to the table in a daze. Buffy and Xander were still dancing.

(Okay, so it's not Xander.)

Buffy waved at her from the dancefloor. Her friend seemed shaky and upset. Buffy grabbed Xander's hand and led him back to the table.

"You okay, Will?" she asked.

"What's up, Willster?" Xander asked. "You seemed shaken - and stirred."

"I'm-m f-fine," Willow stammered, blushing. "I'm just sort of tired. I think I need to go home."

"I'll walk you," Buffy offered. "Can't have you walking the streets of Sunnydale all by yourself, the bogeyman might get you."

The Slayer grinned at her. Willow chuckled hollowly.

"Yeah, he might."

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Willow paced her room for the fifth time in an hour. She checked her clock - 3:56 a.m. She grunted and tossed it against her wall.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" she hissed. She sipped the ice-water on her night-stand. After trying unsucessfully to get some sleep, she had spent forty-five minutes in the shower trying to scrub the memory of his lips from her skin. No matter how she tossed and turned, every time she closed her eyes all she could feel was his lips on hers. His tongue running alone her neck. His teeth scraping across her clit.

She had to find out who was doing this her and why? why would anybody want her? Plain old Willow Rosenberg. Maybe it was someone playing a cruel joke. But even Angelus wouldn't go this far.

She spotted a magick book lying open on her desk and crossed the room. She flipped through it.

"Summoning spell," she whispered. "This should just about do it."

She cast a circle and centered her thoughts. Lighting her circle of candles she intoned. "Divine power above and below, I implore thee, call to the
heart of the one who vexes me. He will hear my call. He will answer only to me. I implore thee, bring him to me. As above, so below, blessed be."

Willow waited for a few seconds.

Nothing.

She groaned. As usual, another spell gone to pot. Usually summoning spells caused instant results. She flopped down on her bed, burying her face in her pillow.

"Stupid spell," she grumbled. "Stupid me."

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Willow woke with a start, someone was in her room. Someone was running ice cubes over her tense, sore slit.

She gasped. It was pitch black. No, she raised her hand to her face. The blindfold was there again. In a moment, her thighs were slick and wet with her juices. She moaned.

The ice was replaced by a gently lapping tongue. Willow arched off the bed against his mouth. Where had he learned to do this? His fingers brushed over her lips, she pulled one into her mouth and coiled her tongue around it. He grunted against her flesh. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg.

"What are you doing here?" she whimpered.

His mouth left her and peppered kisses over her skin. "You invited me."

"Please," she whispered, reaching up to touch his face. Smooth high forehead. Straight noble nose. Full, smiling lips. "Let me see you."

"Do you want that? If you see me, it could all be over."

"Please?" she begged. A few empty seconds passed. She felt his hands run over her heated skin and to her face. He peeled away the blindfold.

She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Her lover's face came into focus.

"Spike?"
 

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"SPIKE!" Willow cried, her hands still cupping his cheeks. "It was you?"

"It's not so bad as all that, is it, pet?" Spike asked. For just a moment, Willow thought she saw a flicker of embarassment flash across his face. He
grinned, biting his bottom lip.

She let loose a nervous giggle. Spike? Spike was her mysterious lover?

"How?" she sputtered. "Why? When-"

"Three excellent questions," he grinned again, tracing the lines of her collarbone with his cool fingers. "Which would you like answered first?"

"Why!?" she exclaimed.

"Are you that disappointed?" he demanded.

"No!" she cried. "I just never thought- you've never spoken to me before! Except to maybe threaten me!"

Her breath caught and her eyes narrowed.

"Is this some sort of cruel joke to get at Buffy?" her voice shook with rage. She blinked back threatening tears. Now she knew exactly how Psyche
must have felt- wishing to the Gods that she had simply stayed blind to the face of her perfect lover.

"Bloody hell, Willow!" he cried. "Do you really think I would do that to you?"

"Would you?"

"No!" he shouted. He took a moment to calm down. "I've been watching you since I came to town. All that fiery hair. Those big green eyes. Your cute little nose, the way it wrinkles when you laugh. One night I got piss drunk and came to the library all prepared to kill the Slayer and there you were, curled up in the window seat, asleep over some bloody book. I knew right then, I had to have you."

"Must have been some book," she snorted. "What about Dru?"

"What about Dru?" he shrugged. "She's too hung up on Daddy to worry much about me now. And to tell you the truth, I'm a little relieved to be rid of her. I'm getting bloody tired of talking to dolls and hosting tea parties."

She nodded. "I could see that. But why me?"

"Why not you?" he asked. "I knew when I first saw you how much fire you had in you. It was just hidden under all that ... plaid. And you proved it that first night I took you."

She blushed. He pressed his lips against hers. "Don't be embarassed, love. That was the real you. That was my you."

"Your me?" she giggled.

He grinned. She pulled the sheets between her fingers fitfully.

"How did you get into my house?" she asked.

"That first night, I brought you home," he said. "You were still sleeping in my arms. I got to your door and asked to be invited in. You nodded. That was pretty much all I needed."

"Cheater," she grumbled. He tickled her thighs. She tried to hide her giggles and slapped his hands away.

"So what now, pet?" he asked. "You decide."

"Decide?" she said.

"Where we go from here," he said. "Mind you, I'm not going to give up easy. But I won't stay where I'm not wanted. I get enough of that at home."

Willow was thoughtful for a moment. She stroked his cheeks and ran a thumb over his bottom lip. He took it into his mouth and sucked it gently, running his tongue over the faint ridges of her fingertips. "Trust me, you're wanted."

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"Pet?" Spike called stepping through her front door. "Love, you here?"

Strange. She told him to be there at exactly 2 a.m., after the Scooby Gang's research fest let out. He shucked his duster and threw it over the chair.

"Willow?"

"Up here." she called from her bedroom.

"You'd better be na-ked," he sang.

"You'll like this be-tter," she sang back. He grinned, throwing his shirt over the stair-rail. The upstairs was completely black. If he hadn't had superhuman vision he wouldn't have been able to find her bedroom door. He stepped into the now familiar room.

"Take off everything," her soft voice commanded from the corner. He couldn't see her in the darkness. But he could sense her. He grinned and stripped off his pants. His cock stood out rigid from his body. He heard her breath quicken.

"Lay on your back," she said, her voice a little ragged. He obeyed, stretching back over her bed.

"Grab the headboard," she whispered, stepping closer. Spike could barely make out a silk cord being twirled between her hands. He raised his hands above his head and wrapped his fingers around the cool wood of her headboard.

"You don't move unless I tell you to," she said, huskily. The conviction of her voice made him tremble with anticipation. She slipped a dark swatch of material around his eyes and tied behind his head. He tilted his head to brush against her hand as it drew away from him.

She slapped his thigh sharply. He whimpered, letting the stinging pleasure echo through his body.

"Don't move," she chastised. He nodded and suddenly stopped. The silk cord slid over his skin as she tied his wrists to the headboard. He felt her warm finger brush over his bottom lip. Her thumb traced the outline of his mouth. His tongue tenatively licked out to coil around it. He could feel silky material rustle against his thigh. What was she wearing? He whimpered, wishing like hell he could see. She pressed along the length of his body, letting him feel her nightie slide against his skin. She licked at his small dark nipple, teasing them with her blunt teeth.

He groaned, but steeled himself from bucking up from the mattress. She licked at the hollow of his throat and made a fiery path to his lips. She took his mouth completely. He parted his lips, letting her invade him.

He felt her hand brush over his body. Something clink on the nightstand. His head turned toward the noise. He something warm and slick drip down his chest. Willow's finger traced an intricate design in the wet substance. What the hell was that?

She brushed a finger over his lips. His tongue snaked out and licked his lips. He grinned. Chocolate syrup. He felt her warm tongue caress the flat planes of his stomach, licking away the chocolate. She ran her tongue over the giant "w" she had traced over his chest and moved down his body, dribbling the syrup over his erection.

He gasped, thrusting up from the mattress. She slapped his thigh again.

"Don't move," she hissed. She smoothed the warmed chocolate over his smooth, cool flesh. She caressed his lips with her fingers, letting him lick them clean. "What do you want, Spike?"

"May I speak?" he asked, enjoying the feeling of her complete domination of him.

"I asked you a question," she said, running her nails over his chest, raising welts. He sighed. "What do you want?"

"Take me in your mouth," he begged.

"Take me in your mouth..."

"Take me in your mouth, please," he cried as her tongue flicked across the tip, licking away the mixture of chocolate and pre-cum. She took him in her mouth, sucking and licking at him. He fought the urge to buck up until she swallowed him whole. She took him in with aching slowness. As she moved up, her tongue pressed against the length of him, bringing a strange growl from his throat. She smiled around his flesh.

"Had enough?" she asked.

"Never," he groaned.

She grinned and kissed the flat curve of his stomach, letting her breasts brush over his cock. She straddled his hips and rested her arms on his chest. Hovering her wet warmth just above his cock, she played with his nipples as her lips teased his.

"You have a choice, lose the restraints or lose the blindfold," she whispered.

"Restraints," he moaned. She grinned and untied him. He continued to grip the headboard, refusing to do anything until she told him to.

"You may touch me," she said, biting her bottom lip. His hands reached blindly for her face. His fingers caressed her cheeks, her lips.

"Now what do you want?" she asked, letting him enter her just enough to feel it, then pulling away. He cried out, throwing his head back.

"Please," he whimpered.

"Please what?" she grinned.

"Please, let me inside you," he begged.

She sank down on him, relishing the feeling of his cool flesh stretching her. He gripped her hips, pulling her taut against him. He pumped into her with quick deep thrusts, teasing her clit with questing fingers. She clenched around him as now familiar ecstacy shot through her. He always
made her cum so fast.

He moaned as she quivered around him. She leaned down, claiming his mouth as her orgasm ripped through her. He soon followed wrapping his arms around her limp body. He reached up to take off the blindfold. She stopped him.

"Oh, no," she grinned. "I like being in control."

"I like your being in control, too," he chuckled. "So now what?"

"What do you mean?" she grinned.

"I mean, when I get to handle that chocolate sauce?"

"When you're ready," she laughed.

"Oh, fine," he grumbled. "Can I at least tie you up again?"

"No!" she laughed. "You tortured me for two days, now it's my turn."

"But not being able to see you is torture," he whined.

"Oh.... I don't know, she said, licking his chest and tracing a path down his body. He moaned at the warm contact. "Sometimes being blind has its
advantages."

THE END
 

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