~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Choose, witch," Spike hissed. He held Xander's head back at an
excrutiatingly angle, fangs bared. He scraped his sharp pointed teeth along
her friend's jugular, piercing the skin just enough to let her know he meant
business. Xander groaned in his stupor.

Willow glanced at the crumpled forms of the Slayer and Giles. She couldn't
believe this was happening. They had just been walking home from a study
session for the SATs, they had been cramming all week for all-important
tests, which seemed so trivial now that he friends were unconscious and
one's circulatory health hung in the balance.

Spike and his minons had jumped them just outside the park. Buffy and Giles
had fought valiantly, but they were simply outnumbered. Now Spike was
threatening to rip out Xander's throat unless she made a life-changing
decision very-quickly.

"Choose, pet," Spike growled. "One year of captivity in exchange for the
lives of your friends."

Her eyes darted back forth in confusion. "Why would you even want-"

"CHOOSE!" Spike yelled. Xander cried out as Spike's jerked his head back
even further. Willow whimpered. Her green eyes sparkled with tears she
refused to shed. Even in this terror. Spike's silent heart swelled with
admiration for the girl. He knew she was the one.

"NO!" she screamed. "Alright! DAMN YOU! Alright."

"Excellent," Spike dropped her friend to the ground and seized her wrist.
"Let's get going."

"What?" she demanded. "Where the hell are we going?"

"Well, you wouldn't really expect me to keep you captive in Sunnydale, would
you?" he laughed nastily, pulling her along. "No, I'm undead, not stupid.
I'd keep at the mansion, surprise, surprise, in a day or so Slutty the
Vampire Layer would bust you out and all of my careful scheming would be for
nothing."

He slung her in the front seat of his De Soto, she whacked her head on the
dashboard and groaned.

"Sorry, pet, going to have to learn how to treat a lady, ehh?" he grinned as
he started the car. "I have time to learn."

"Why?" she mumbled. "Why are you doing this?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he chuckled. And with that he pulled onto the
highway and out of Sunnydale.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow fought sleep for as long as she could. But emotional exhaustion and
the lulling rhythm of the car
on the highway proved too much. She zonked out somwhere around L.A.

Spike watched her as she slept. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair
behind her ear. He stroked the
velvety skin of her cheek. He hoped he earned her trust soon, because he
didn't know how long he could
keep himself from touching her. But she was so full of fire, this one. She
couldn't be tamed easily. He
chuckled, he would just have to put a bit of effort into it.

Willow yawned and blinked slowly. Where the hell was she? She looked around.
There was a rustic
wooden ceiling above her. She was in some sort of loft overlooking the
interior of a quaint looking cabin.
She was lying in a comfy iron frame bed covered with an old quilt. The
windows were covered with thick
blankets, but she could tell there wasn't any daylight to be blocked at the
moment. Where was Spike? she
wondered.

She looked down, and where were her pants?!

"Ah!" Spike grinned as he climbed the loft ladder. "You're awake, finally."

She cringed and shrunk against the bedframe.

"What?" he asked. "Something I said?"

She cocked an eyebrow and shot him a questioning look. Why was he being so
nice?

"There's breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen in you're interested," he
said, holding out his hand. She
looked unsure."I won't bite, pet. Well, I will bite, but not you. Not yet."

"Where are my jeans?" she asked, wrapping a quilt around her waist as she
stood.

"A safe place until I can trust you," Spike said as he led her down the
ladder. He took her into the kitchen
where there a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon waiting for her on
the table. She didn't want to
admit her hunger, but her grumbling stomach let him know how grateful she
was.

"I suppose you want to know why I have you here," he said, pouring her a
glass of orange juice. "Well,
just so you know. We're in Big Sur, right now. The kindly elderly cuople at
the lodge think that we're
homneymooners. If you give them any reason to think otherwise, they're my
midnight snack, get it?"

She nodded.

"We'll only be here a few days. I have some clothes for you in a closet
somewhere in the house, but you get
them when you prove I can trust you-"

"Spike..." she cried.

"Oh, right, why you're here," he nodded. "I'm lonely, pet. I want company as
I travel, pleasant female
company."

"What?!" Willow cried. "Why me? Why not get some slutty barmaid and turn
her?"

"Because I don't want some slutty barmaid, I want you," he said. "And I'm
not going to turn you. As long
as you'rw with me, you're under my protection. I'm not even going to hurt
you, unless, of course, you
want me, too."

He wriggled his eyebrows at her, she rolled her eyes. He shrugged and
continued.

"The truth is I haven't been able to get you out of my head since we were
locked in basement together," he
sighed.

"You tried to put a bottle through my face!" she yelled.

"Well, I'm too old to pull your pigtails, woman!" he cried. "I like you,
okay? And I just want to spend a
little time with you, on the road, and then you're back to good old
Sunnyhell and the Scooby Gang."

"So you just want my company for a year?" she asked.

"No more, no less," he nodded. "One of the biggest perks being it'll drive
the Slayer bat-shit for twelve
whole months."

She stifled a giggle. "Okay, so we're here for two days. Then what?"

He hesitated. He didn't really know.

"You mean you don't know?" she demanded.

"Well, I don't always have some complicated but brilliant diabolical plan!"
he cried. "I can be spotaneous,
too! Act on a whim."

She glared at him. He got up, hearing the toaster pop up again. She looked
at the backdoor, it was
unlocked. She got up with a calm that would have made Giles proud and
wrapped her fingers around the
knob.

"Oh, by all means, try to run, pet," Spike chuckled, setting more toast on
the table. "I'll enjoy the chase.
But remember, there are wolves, bears and a convention of drunken Hell's
Angels out there that you don't
have quite such a civil agreement with out there."

Her shoulders slumped as she shuffled back to the table.

"That's my smart girl," he said cheerfully. "Eat your eggs before they get
cold."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Right after breakfast, with a head full of new information and a tummy full
of eggs, Willow nearly dropped of to sleep at the table. Spike shook her
shoulder gently. She moaned.

"Wrap you arm around my neck, pet," he whispered as he stood her up. He
pulled her up piggy-back style on his back and secured her arm around him.
She snuggled into the back of his neck, her warm breath tickling his nape.

He carried her up the ladder to the loft and laid her out on the bed. He
pulled the covers up to her chin and listened as her heart rate slowed to
that of deep sleep. He sighed and looked around.

"Now what?" he wondered. Her backpack was laying on the dresser. It was the
one thing she had managed to cling to as he tossed her into his car. He
rummaged through it and found a small leather bound notebook. He opened it.
"Journal of Willow Anne Rosenberg."

He grinned. "A little late evening reading should put me right off to
sleep."

He carefully crawled onto the bed next to her and opened to the date closest
to when he came to town.

"Angel's freaked out just a little because some vampire named Spike has come
to town," he read. "He seems worried about what this guy is capable of. I
think there's history there. I tried to look Spike up in Giles' books, but
Mr. Stuffypants caught me and shelled out the old 'don't touch my books'
lecture. Wish I could at least talk to Angel about why this guy bothers him
so much, but we all know what happens when I try to talk to Angel, my mouth
gets all dry and empty of words."

Spike snorted. "Another girl fallen victim to sensitive-mouthed charm of
Nancy-boy."

He skipped forward a few pages. "Finally met Spike today, or was at least
threatened with dismemberment by him. Why is it that every time we get into
trouble, I end up being the bargaining chip? But at least while he was
threatening to rip my throat out, I was able to gather a little information.
1- Spike smells damn good. like tobacco, leather and something else. Getting
shivers just remembering it. 2- Apparently, I'm more affected by accents
than I thought. And 3- I like bad-asses. I always thought Xander's goofy
charm would be enough to keep me happy, but apparently I'm turned on by
psycho-vampires, too. Maybe I'm just a little near-death drunk or something,
better stop writing now. Goodnight."

He chuckled as he looked from the diary to his little hostage.

"Well, this is an interesting turn of events," he grinned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow relished in the sensation of strong arms wrapped around her as she
slept. She turned in her sleep, snuggling against her bedmate... her bedmate
with cool skin and no heart rate.

"Ack!" she opened her eyes. She was cuddling with SPIKE!! They must have
become tangled during the night. She scrambled back across the bed,
careening from the matress in the process. She landed in a heap on the
floor. Spike yawned and leaned over the edge of the bed, grinning down at
her.

"Sleep well, pet?" he grinned. She growled and chucked her pillow at his
face. "OOOF!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You can't be serious, pet, that movie scares you?" Spike laughed. The
screen of the old telly flickered as those wacky Huxtable kids planned a big
birthday surprise for Bill Cosby.

"Terrifies me!" Willow exclaimed.

"Salem's Lot," Spike chuckled. "Floating children, laughing babies, antique
salesmen, that terrifies you?"

"Vampiric infants don't scare you?" Willow asked, her eyebrow arched. She
had managed to earn her pants again by not dashing the moment the sun rose
(she was still trying to explain that to herself) which she was grateful
for. The cabin was a little chilly, despite the fire Spike had built. They
were waiting out the daylight. Spike wanted to leave again that night. Spike
had tucked an afghan around their legs as they sat watching tv and debating
which vampire movies accurately represented vampiric life.

"No, Interview with A Vampire, now that scared me," Spike said.

"What?" Willow grinned. "That movie didn't even scare me."

"Are you kidding?" Spike demanded, scarfing more popcorn. "Those clothes
were terrifying! And that hair? Even Nancy-boy wouldn't be caught with
Lestat's look. Do you people really think we act like that?"

"Like what?" she asked, comepletely in shock that she was actually having a
pleasant conversation with her vampire captor. She was even beginning to
enjoy herself. What would this be called? Transylvania Syndrome?

"Like foppy Eurotrash walking around in our velvet capes seducing young
virgins and leaving tell-tale pinholes in their neck when we leave them,"
Spike scowled.

"No, you tend to wrap young virgins in your leather coats and toss them ass
over tea kettle into your De Soto's." she deadpanned.

"Point taken," he shrugged, supressing a grin. This is why he had taken her,
her fire. He wanted these exchanges to be a daily event, He wanted to be
immersed in her wit. He wanted her response, he reveled in knowing he could
affect someone like that and that someone could still affect him. "Now,
Blackula, there was a sharp dresser."

Willow groaned. "Ohhh, please tell me you're kidding."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow shifted in the front seat as she tried to find a comfortable position
to sit in. Her legs were killing her. They had been riding north for seven
hours straight. Spike did not believe in pit stops. Stupid vampiric
incapacity to pee.

She tried to stretch out, but the low dash wouldn't allow it. She turned
with her back to Spike. Suddenly his arm came around her and pulled her
across the seat, he settled her body against his. He back curved against his
side. She sighed, finally, a comfortable seat.

"No dropping off on me," Spike warned, in a mock stern tone.

"How am I supposed to be entertaining female travel companionship if you
keep me awake all hours and then want to drive all night?" she asked.

"Well, this is just the way it has to be until I get you out of sunny
California," Spike muttered. "Once we're far enough, we'll stay in one place
a little longer at a time. I'm sorry, pet. You're not used to this, yet. Get
a nap in, but I expect animated conversation when you wake up."

She nodded and leaned her against his shoulder. The bad thing about only
being able to drive at night was she couldn't read. She would have to ask
Spike if she could have a flashlight for the next road trip. She sighed
again. She couldn't really tell where they were going, the painted over
windows prevented her from seeing the road signs. But she knew they were
heading north and they were going to a city where Spike had an apartment.

She closed her eyes for a moment, realizing she hadn't even thought about
trying to contact Giles and Buffy in nearly a day. Was she becoming
comfortable with the situation, she worried. She wasn't sure if that good or
bad. She shook her head and settled against Spike's shoulder, best not to
think about those things. Best to sleep while she could.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She woke up with Spike carrying her up a flight of steps. She looked around.
The walls were a weathered brick. The stairs were an industrial metal. She
grimaced, what was it with vampires and abandoned factories?

Spike jingled some keys and opened a door. He stepped into a nicely, but
sparsely furnished loft apartment. He locked the door behind them. Spike
slung their bags towards the bed and carried Willow into the bathroom. He
set her on the edge of the tub as he turned on the water and added some
lavender scented oil.

Willow leaned her sleepy head against his shoulder as he made quick work of
the buttons on her shirt. Her shirt. Which would lead to her bra. And then
her bare breasts.

"I'M AWAKE!" she crowed, pulling his hands away. "I'm awake! I can do this
myself."

He took a step back, looking more than a little disappointed. Then he
nodded. He turned his back as she threw her shirt to the floor. Her jeans,
bra and underwear followed. She eased into the warm water, groaning as it
caressed her sore muscles. She closed her eyes, letting the scented steam
envelope her.

She felt cool hands at her temples, lifting her head from the tub. Spike
slid a folded towel under her head. Her eyes snapped open. Spike was seeing
her naked. Why didn't that bother her? He was kneeling by the tub, washcloth
and sponge in hand. He soaped Willow's palm, running the sponge along the
length of her arm. She bit her lip, supressing a moan. Nothing had ever felt
so good.

He continued to bath her arms, moving to the back of the tub to scrub her
shoulders and back. She leaned forward to allow him big soapy circles on her
pale skin. He leaned against the cool metal of the tub, hoping to ease his
painful erection. He hadn't expected to be that damned beautiful. Small
perfect breasts tipped by pale coral nipples. Slim hips, flat tummy, every
inch covered in creamy soft skin. He moaned slightly as she leaned into his
caresses.

She stiffened, turning suddenly. "I can take it from here."

He nodded hesitantly. "Sure thing."

He rose quickly, shutting the door behind him. He flopped on the bed. WHAT
THE HELL WAS HE THINKING? SHe had been with him for two bloody days and he's
trying to bathe her like some creepy old uncle? ARRGH! He had to gain a
little control. He wasn't some frigging adolescent. He was William the
FRIGGIN Bloody! He could finesse with the best if them. He would regain
control. If he could just ignore this raging hard-on.

Willow finished her bath quickly. What the hell was she thinking? She was
beginning to enjoy this! She wrapped a towel around her body and threw on a
t-shirt Spike had left for her on the sink.

Escape.

She had to get out, and fast. Other than the fact that she had no money and
no idea where the hell where she was, she was perfectly prepared for the
situation.

Spike barely stirred as she slid under the sheets. He reached up and clicked
off the bedside lamp, not bothering to look at her. She laid there,
scenarios whirling in her mind. The room was pitch black and with no
tell-tale breathing to let her know when Spike napping, she had to assume
after an hour or so that he had fallen asleep.

She carefully peeled the sheets back and crept to the door. Her fingers
curled around the latch. It creaked slightly. She winced. Suddenly she felt
a rush of air next her and the light flicked on.

"What do you think you're doing, pet?" Spike demanded calmly. It was the
calm that worried her. Usually she knew what he was thinking when he was
raging. This was truly scary. He seized her wrist and tossed her back across
the room. She landed on the bed like a limp rag doll. She scrambled across
the matress but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her across his lap.

He yanked her hair back, hissing in her ear. "I warned you, pet, don't try
to run."

She whimpered. He pulled her t-shirt above her waist and reared back,
slapping the creamy flesh of her ass soundly. She cried out. The sound of
flesh hitting flesh reverberated through the room. Spike's head filled with
the echo and he pulled back and spanked her again. She whimpered again,
squirming over his rock-hard cock. She was too panicked to noticed the
denim-covered erection pressing into her belly.

"You have to learn, Willow," he hissed. "You belong to me. You are mine.
When you misbehave, you have to be punished.

Wetness began seeping between her thighs. The coppery smell of her arousal
coiled around his nostrils, making him spank her harder a third time. She
gasped, bucking her hips back. How could she be turn on by this? By this
humiliation? He smacked her ass a fourth time, the blow barely felt by her
numbed flesh. Her juices coated her thighs and covered Spike's palm.

"SPIKE!" she cried. White hot waves of sensation washed through her as he
spanked her one last time, her legs quaked with her orgasm. She whimpered.
Spike licked his palm, savoring the taste of her first real climax. She laid
limp in his lap. Wracked with sudden guilt, a totally new sensation for him,
he rolled her onto the bed and pulled the covers to her chin.

He grabbed a shirt and his coat and stormed out the door. Willow cringed as
she heard it slam and the lock click into place.

He cursed as he lit a cigarette and headed down a nearby tunnel in search of
blood and release.

So much for control.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow squirmed on the bed, her ass still stinging from the force of Spike's
blows. She couldn't believe he actually bent her over his knee and spanked
her like a naughty child. She REALLY couldn't believe she had a screaming
orgasm as a result of it.

She heard the lock click as Spike slid the door open. She buried her face
in the pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Spike shrugged out of his duster and crossed the room. He sat on the bed
slowly, he stroked her hair back from her face.

"Faker," he grinned. She lifted her head and glared up at him. He threw his
hands up. "I"m sorry, pet. I know I promised not to hurt you and then I did.
I over reacted."

"No... really?" she muttered.

"I said I was sorry, Willow, what more do you want?"

"Five minutes, a frat-boy paddle and the opportunity to tie you face-down on
a table," she glared at him. His jaw dropped. The hard-on he had spent the
last six hours trying to escape returned full-force as the imagery she
created washed over him.

She sat up, wincing as her weight settled on her abused buttocks.

"Do-does th-that mean," he stammered. "That you're too angry with me to open
your prezzies?"

Her eyebrow lifted. "Depends on what the hell a prezzie is."

His hands wrapped around her wrists as he pulled her from the bed. He led
her to the couch where he had left a small mountain of black boxes and
clothing bags.

"What's all this?" she asked.

"Well, so far your wardrobe has consisted of the same jeans and three or
four t-shirts. And frankly, I'm a little sick of them."

Her eyebrows arched. "If this is what vampires consider an apology..."

"So I went out and bought you a few things," he said, opening the first box.
He pulled out a very black and very small pair of leather pants. Her jaw
dropped.

"If you think I'm going to wear those... you're insane," she said.

"Okay, then you can wear these," he grinned. He pulled out the pants'
smaller tighter twin in red leather.

"SPIKE!" she cried. "I'll look ridiculous in those!"

"No, you won't," he said.

"Yes, I will," she insisted. She pulled other purchases from the bags,
shockingly small halter tops and tank tops, minidresses, short skirts, pants
tight enough to cut off her circulation. "Spike, I won't dress like this!"

"Well, I'm not about to spend the next year with some fuzzy sweatered
jumper-wearing schoolgirl."

"I LIKE my fuzzy sweaters!" she protested.

"Look, I'll prove it to you," he said, tossing the black pants at her. He
selected a shiny peacock blue tank top that was backless except for the tiny
straps that tied in the back. "Go try these on."

She opened her mouth to protest, but shuffled to the bathroom.

"You do realize that this is a classic cign of an abusive relationship," she
grimmaced. "Buying me a new wardrobe is not going to make up for it
everytime you hurt me."

With that she closed the door. A few moments later, she emerged in the sexy
new outfit. His jaw dropped. She stepped out, unsure. A lovely blush flushed
her skin a becoming rose. She tugged at the top, trying to get it to cover
her flat pale tummy.

He stood and took her wrists. "Don't."

"I look ridiculous," she rolled her eyes.

"You look drop-dead gorgeous," he said, staring into her emerald eyes
intently. "Now try on the split skirt with the green top."

"What is this, a fashion show?" she grinned.

"Do you have anything else planned for today?" he asked.

"Good point," she nodded, taking the black skirt and top from him.

She emerged again in a long-sleeved forest green velvet top with a deep
square neckline. Her long black skirt was slit up to the thigh. Spike
motioned her to the couch where he slid knee-high black leather boots onto
her feet. His hands caressed her smooth-skinned thighs as he adjusted the
skirt.

"Perfect," he grinned. She bit her lip and took her next outfit from him. As
she turned, he gave her a light slap on the ass. She gasped, she looked over
her shoulder and scowled at him. He grinned, shrugging.

"Irresistable," he said.

She shook her head as shut the bathroom door behind her. Her next outfit was
the red leather pants with backless tank top in swirling reds, pinks and
oranges in an embroidered Morrocan design. Small mirrors were sewn into the
hem and neckline. It was exotic and a little naughty and suited her
perfectly.

He simply grinned when he saw it. "One more."

She headed back into her "changing room" and came out wearing a crimson
corset top with pushed at her breasts, giving her enticing cleavage and
showed off her beautifully pale skin. She wore skin-tight black pants that
flared at the ankles and showcased her exquisitely shaped ass. Spike's pulse
would have quickened if he had one.

"Why is this the last one?" she asked. "There's plenty more to try on."

He chuckled, she was actually beginning to enjoy this little game.

"Because I have plans for this outfit, pet," he grinned. "How would like to
leave this apartment for a few hours?"

Her breath caught as her face lit up. "REALLY!?"

He nodded. "There's one catch."

"There always is," she muttered, her shoulder slumping.

"Where we're going, to be protected, you'd have to be known as my property,"
he said softly, stroking the creamy skin of her shoulder absent-mindedly,
praying to God she would agree to what he was about to propose. "I would
have to mark you."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Mark me?"

"Right here," he said, touching the juncture between her shoulder and
throat. "No blood loss, I promise. Just a bite to leave a mark. Or you could
wear this."

He pulled a slave bracelet from his pocket. He held it to her wrist.
Her head whirled. Could she wear both, she wondered? She had always wondered
what it felt like to be bitten, but of course that was not something she
wanted to explore in real life. But this was hardly her real life any more.

She nodded, letting him snap the heavy silver cuff around her wrist. He
looked extremely disappointed. He was about to grab the new knee-length
black leather jacket he had gotten her, when she placed her palms against
his chest.

"I want to bear your mark, Spike," she whispered as he leaned close. "In the
interest of my safety, of course."

"Of course," he smiled broadly as she tilted her head back to allow him
access to her velvety skin. He lapped at the sensitive spot just over her
jugular, his fingers cupping her chin and cheeks. She moaned softly, curling
her fingers around the collar of his shirt. He kissed her warm satiny skin
before letting his demonic face fall into place. She felt the hard ridges
press into her throat, a momentary wave of panic washed over her as the
reality of what she was doing crossed her mind. she closed her eyes and
prepared for the sting of Spike's sharp teeth.

He grazed her skin with his fangs, letting her anticipated the moment. Then
he sunk them gently into her throat, breaking the skin. She grasped at him,
her arms quaking. His strong arms circled her, pressing her body to his. She
cried out as he lapped at the slowly seeping nectar. He forced himself to
pull away before it was too late. He licked one last time at the wound and
slipped back into human face. He kissed her forehead gently. She shivered,
realizing it was the first time he'd kissed her.

"Okay, pet?" he asked. She nodded shakily, shocked agains at her own
behavior. She was a sick, sick person.

He pulled a length of crimson satin from one of the bags and turned her
around. He tied the ribbon about her neck like a choker, covering the fresh
wound.

"Wouldn't want the cabbie to think you fell on a barbecue fork, now would
we?" he murmured against her shoulder. She giggled and shook her head.

"Let's go," he said, sliding her jacket onto her shoulders. He twined his
fingers in hers and pulled her toward the door. "I promise, we're going to
have a very good time, tonight."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Spike, please, tell me where we're going," Willow begged as they walked
through another dark alley. She hadn't seen enough of the surface streets to
have any clue what city they were in. She could smell a dank salty, harbor
sort of stench that hung in the air. Maybe they were on a shore.

"Not a clue, pet, until we get there," he said obstinantly. "I just want you
to remember one thing, don't get all pissy if I treat you sort of , well,
roughly in front of the others. You're supposed to be my little plaything,
okay? Just play the part and you'll be fine."

She nodded hesitantly. They paused in front of what looked like a burnt-out
old warehouse.

"What? THIS is the big mysterious location we were heading to?" she grinned
as he untied the ribbon around her neck, baring his bitemark to the world.

"Just watch," he chuckled. Spike pounded on the black metal door, game fame
slipping into place.

A short squaty dark-haired vamp opened the door. His professional stoic face
broke into a wide grin. "SPIKE!"

Spike leaned forward to hug the bouncer, slapping him soundly on the back.

"Long time, no fucking see!" the bouncer laughed.

"Too long, Claude," Spike grinned.

"What are you doing here?" Claude asked.

"Wanted to show off my new pet," Spike grinned, snaking his arm around
Willow''s waist and squeezing her ass possessively. Willow's jaw dropped,
but she quickly snapped her mouth shut. Claude grinned lewdly at her.

"Nice little piece of ass, this one," he leered.

"Yeaaah, I thought I'd keep this one around for a bit, you know, until I get
tired of her," Spike chuckled. "So you going to let us in, or what?"

"I don't know, last time you were here, we were scraping Karigo demon off
the ceiling for weeks," Claude said skeptically.

"That was thirty years ago," Spike laughed. "And I told him not to touch my
beer."

Claude smiled and stepped back from the door to allow them entrance. Spike's
hand at the small of Willow's back led her into the building. As she passed,
Claude reached out and gave her a playful slap on the rear.

"Ouch!" he sucked an unneeded breath through his fangs. "Let me know when
you get tired of this one, Spike. I'm sure I can think of a few uses for
her."

"I know, you're nearly chewing through your tongue right now," Spike said to
a seething Willow as they walked through what seemed to be an abandoned
building. "Just a few more moments and it'll be loud enough for you to
scream as much you want."

He opened another soundproof door and they stepped into another universe. It
was one of the wildest scenes she had ever seen. The interior was pitchblack
with strobelights firing every few seconds, illuminating the huge crowd of
dancers. There was a bar off to the right and groupings of leather couches
and chairs to the keft of the dancefloor.

Spike led her through the crowd of demons and vampires to a an overstuffed
leather armchair and took off her coat. Nearby vampires whistled
appreciatively at her bared skin. Spike growled and threw her coat at a
passing waitress who took it to the coatroom.

Willow watched as she caught the interest of the club's other inhabitants.
She could see other humans of pet status, sitting in submissive poses near
their masters. Each bore an obvious bite mark somewhere on their throats or
shoulders. Each observed her with curious eyes. They obviously envied her
master's affection for her.

Spike lounged back in the chair and pulled on Willow's arm. Struck with
inspiration, she knelt next to his legs, placing her chin on his knee like a
well-cared for cat. He grinned down at her and stroked her hair.

The waitress returned.

"Can I get something for you?" she asked, eager to please the reputed vamp.

"Bottle of whiskey," Spike said. "Pet, what would you like?"

"Ummm," she stalled for time, what she really wanted was a Coke. But she was
pretty sure that would merit another spanking. "Whatever you think I would
want."

"A house special for the human," Spike said. the waitress grinned
conspiratorily and walked away.

"What's a house special?" Willow demanded.

"Never you mind," he grinned. "Wanna dance, love?"

"Not particularly," she shook her head. "I'm the blonde over there would be
more than interested."

She nodded to a dominatrix clad blonde vamp in the corner who had been
watching Spike since they came in.

"Do you know her?" Willow asked.

"No," Spike shrugged. "And why would I want to dance with her?"

"Oh, I don't know, beautiful, sexy woman, looks like she wants to lick you
like a six-foot ice cream cone..."

"Why would I want her?" Spike grinned down at her. "I despise blondes,
there's no 'there' there, you know?"

"Odd, coming from a bleached blonde," Willow arched an eyebrow.

"A little hypocritical, I know, I think it's an aversion brought about by
the Slayer," he shuddered. Willow giggled.

"So what sort of women do you like?" she asked.

Spike leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Short green-eyed redheads
with a penchant for magick and getting a good spanking."

Her eyes narrowed. He grinned. The waitress returned with their drinks.

"Whiskey," she said, handing him his glass. "House special."

Willow took the drink, which looked like red wine to her.

"You enjoy that, honey," the waitress winked.

"What is this?" Willow asked. "Is it blood?"

"Of course not," Spike chuckled. "Just dirnk it, love."

She took a sip. It was like fruit punch, it didn't even taste like liquor.
She shrugged and took another drink. "It's good."

"Mmmhmm," he sipped his own whiskey. "Sure you don't want to dance, pet."

"No way," she grinned. "Nothing can get me out on that dancefloor."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two hours and four "house specials" later...

Willow rolled her head back and forth as she gyrated among the other human
pets. She ran her hands through her hair, enjoying the sensation of being
comfortable with her body for the first time. A tall brunette wrapped her
arms around Willow's waist, she ground back against her in time with the
pulsating music. The brunette smiled wickedly at Willow, biting the
redhead's lip and drawing her into a searing kiss.

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU
I WOULD DIE FOR YOU
I'VE BEEN DYIN' JUST TO FEEL YOU BY MY SIDE
TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE MINE

After two drinks he managed to drag her dance floor. She was awkward at
first, clinging with her arms around his neck- which he didn't mind at all.
But as the music and her drinks started taking affect, her movements became
more and more languid. Sensual. He had finally tuckered out, but she refused
to leave the dancefloor. He preferred to sit and watch as she danced anyway.

I WILL PRAY FOR YOU
I WILL PRAY FOR YOU
I WILL SELL MY SOUL FOR SOMETHING PURE AND TRUE
SOMEONE LIKE YOU

Willow broke away from Lina, her new friend. She kissed the tip of the
girl's nose and sank back into the crowd. An overeager blonde male pet
wrapped his arm around Willow's waist, getting an ample shot of her
cleavage. Willow giggled, trying to back away. But the guy's grip around her
hips was too tight. Spike jumped to his feet, visions of the human's
disembowelment dancing in his head.

SEE YOUR FACE EVERY PLACE THAT I WALK IN
HEAR YOUR VOICE EVERY TIME THAT I'M TALKING
YOU WILL BELIEVE IN ME
AND I WILL NEVER IGNORED

He pushed through the crowd, the only face visible to him was Willow. His
rage boiled within him. Just as he reached them, Willow brought he knee
crashing into the impudent blonde's crotch. He whimpered and sank to the
floor. She scampered away, unaware of Spike's presence. She climbed on a
nearby platform, where some of the more daring dancers were strutting their
stuff for the crowd.

She dipped low, letting her breasts bounce before catching her weight at the
knees and bouncing back up. Spike's jaw dropped. She gyrated again, turning
in slow circles.

I WILL LIE FOR YOU
BEG AND STEAL FOR YOU
CRAWL AND HANDS AND KNEE UNTIL YOU SEE
YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME

She grabbed a nearby beam, using it for support as she threw her head back
and nearly touched the back of her knees with her scalp. She rose slowly,
letting her hair fall over her face. Spike made his way through the
gathering admirers.

VIOLATE ALL THE LOVE THAT I'M MISSIN'
THROW ALL THE PAIN THAT I'M LIVIN
YOU WILL BE BELIEVE IN ME
AND I CAN NEVER BE IGNORED

"Pet!" he shouted. "Get down from there!"

She shook her head and continued taunting the crowd with her teasing moves.
Suddenly, her face flushed red and her eyes sort of rolled back. She lost
her balance and fell right into Spike's arms. A roar of applause rippled
through the crowd.

"Hi, Spike!" she said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around his neck. He set
her feet on the floor. She seized the opportunity to rub her body ddown the
length of his. He swallowed hard and willed his waking erection to die back
down.

"You know, I was wrong," she said. "Dancing's fun!"

"I'll bet," he grimmaced. He knew he shouldn't have let her drink so much.
He led her back to their seats.

"How much liquor's in these things?" she asked, draining her glass of the
last dregs.

"There's not liqour in the house special, pet," he said.

"There has to be!" she cried. "I feel so good! And I love dancing. And my
skin's all alive and tingly. And I'm seeing all these new colors. And oh my
god, I'm acting just like those girls who dropped Ecstasy at Buffy's last
birthday party!" she said, suddenly feeling much more sober.

Spike winced. Her face twisted into impotent rage.

"YOU LET ME DROP ECSTASY?" she cried. "Spike do you know what that shit can
do to humans?"

"Not exactly ecstasy," Spike, holding her shoulders. "It's sort of like the
herbal vampire equivalent. It's perfectly harmless. You'll wake up tomorrow
feeling peachy. Now calm down, you're attracting attention."

"If I wasn't supposed to be your subordinate, I'd tie your testicles in a
knot!" she hissed. She stumbled off to the coat check.

"Pet, where are you going?" he asked.

"Back to the apartment," she said.

"But you don't know where it is," he said. She grabbed her jacket from the
waitress and threw it over her arm, struggling with a sleeve. Spike tried to
help it with it, but she shit him a withering glare. He knew right then, any
progress he had made with her tonight was dead and buried.

"I'll find it," she glared at him. He followed as she stormed past Claude
and into the dark night.

"Come on, pet, why are you so pissed?" he tauted. "Because that rather large
stick up your ass disappeared and you managed to have a good time?"

She reared back and took a swing at him. He caught her fist easily and
pulled her swaying body against his.

"I lost control," she hissed. "I'm constantly being pushed around and held
for ransom by the 'We Hate the Slayer' Club, but at least I can control my
own behavior. But tonight, I even lost that."

She squirmed against him as she struggled to get away. His grip on her
tightened. Her breasts were pushing their way out of her corset top. Her
emerald eyes flashed angrily. Her scent, of lavender and something daker and
sweet swept around him, pulling him into her web. they fell back against a
brick wall. Panting, he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He ground his mouth against hers, sweeping his tongue through the warm
depths of her mouth. She whimpered, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled at it gently before
taking another devouring swipe at her mouth. He shoved her coat from her
shoulders as his fingers delved into her top. She gasped as the cool night
air made contact with her skin.

It had a sobering affect.

"No!" she whispered, pushing him away. His face fell in confusion. He pulled
her jacket over her shoulders and stepped back from her.

"No," she grinned, grabbing his wrist and tugging him towards home. "Not
here."
 

"Almost there, pet," Spike whispered against the shell-like flesh of her
ear. She giggled and swayed against him. He struggled to lead her down the
alley to their building and hold her up at the same time.

"And what happens when we get there?" she asked, as he opened the door of
the building.

"I'm going to bury myself in you and never come up," he murmured against her
open lips. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and coiled it around her
own. He cupped her ass through her form-fitting pants and ground her against
his bulging zipper. "I'm going to lick every square inch of you until you
beg me to come inside you and then I'll do it all over again. I'm going to
make you scream."

"Ina good way or a bad way?" she asked, a flicker of doubt showing her in
shiny emerald eyes.

"In a good way," he promised, tugging at her bottom lips with his blunt
teeth. "In a veeeeeery good way."

"Okay," she nodded and began plodding up the stairs. He followed her,
occasionally lending a hand when she threatened to sway back down the
staircase. When they reached their door, Willow threw him against the metal
casing, wildly invaded his mouth with her clever little tongue. He buried
one hand in her silky red hair and used to other to slide open the door.

"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" he smirked as she shed her coat and threw
his duster to the floor.

"I've wanted you for a long time," she grinned. "Call me impatient."

"You're impatient," he whispered against her throat. He wrapped her legs
around his waist and carried to the bed. Her hair fell across his face. She
was soaking wet, he could feel it even through his jeans. The scent of her
was everywhere. It permeated the room and his head. His hands splayed across
her back as he tossed her corset top away.

They tumbled in a tangle of limbs and discarded clothing. He cupped her
breasts in his hands, marveling at their weight and the way they filled his
palms. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth
and tongue, it tasted of sweetness and innocence and something darker,
promise.

She threw head back, fighting for breath. He continued his torture slowly,
rubbing his cock against her dripping core but denying her release.

"How long have you wanted me?" he purred against her flesh. His fingers
teased both nipples as he kissed the satiny skin of her throat. He scraped
his teeth across her jugular.

"Hmm?" she moaned lethargically.

"How long have you wanted me?" he asked again.

"Since the day I first saw you," she sighed, pulling him to her mouth.
He licked and nibbled her lips, teasing her until she moaned and thrust up
against him, demanding contact.

Suddenly her body went limp, her head tilted back to allow him access to her
throat.

"Do you want to know long I've wanted you?" he whispered against her ear.
She didn't respond. He lifted his head. "Pet? Do you want to know how long
I've wanted you?"

She was out cold.

"Bloody hell!" he cursed, burying his face in the covers.

Passing out. The ultimate cock-block.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mmmmrrrgg," Willow groaned as she drifted into waking.

She lifted her head from the pillow and flopped it back down.

"I see you've finally decided to join the living," Spike chuckled from the
couch.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black," she grumbled, sitting up. "Oh
sweet merciful god."

She collapsed back on the bed. "What time is it?"

"About 5 p.m." he grinned crossing the room. She couldn't help but notice he
was just wearing his jeans. And she was decidedly undressed.

"What happened last night?" she asked.

"You mean you don't remember?" he asked, crawling on the bed with her. She
pulled the sheets tight against her breasts, trying to ignore the warmth
spreading between her thighs as he settled next to her. She shook her head.
"Well, you were the hit of the club. Scores of admirers lined up for the
chance to watch shake your tailfeathers. But I said, 'Hold up, boys, she's
all mine.' And I brought you home."

"And then what?" she asked, glancing down at her barely covered body.

"The Earth moved," he said huskily, his lips hovering over her shoulder.
"The angels wept."

Her jaw dropped. She lost her virginity to the undead and didn't even
remember it? This was like a bad episode of Jerry Springer!

"I'm kidding, Willow, I brought you here and put you to bed," he grinned.
"Your virtue is still intact. I promise."

"Oh," she said, sounding slightly disappointed.

"But not for my lack of trying," he assured her. "Trust me, if you had
stayed awake, you would have been thoroughly debauched. Why don't I draw you
you a bath? That might make you fell better. And then maybe some breakfast?"

Her stomach rolled at the thought of food. "Just the bath, trust me."
 

"AAAAHHHHH," Willow groaned as she sunk into the tub. Spike tried to ignore
the reactions his body was having to her gutteral moans. He was busying
himself in the next room pouring her a glass of orange juice and getting her
an aspirin. He heard her splash happily as she cupped water and let it
sluice down her body.

He leaned his head against the cool polished wood door, commanding his body
to calm down. When all he wanted to do was dive into the tub, clothes and
all and drive her just as crazy as she was making him. It wasn't fair. She
seemed completely oblivious to him while her ever movement tortured him.

He came thgrough the door, she covered her breasts with a washcloth and sunk
farther under the water.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, pet, I assure you," he grinned. "You really
don't remember last night?"

"After my third drink, things are a little well, blank."

Swallowing his slightly hurt pride, he handed her the juice and aspirin.

"Why are you being so nice?" she asked.

"Because I want to be," he said simply. He put a crockery jug on the side of
the tub. "Thought you might want to wash your hair, there's no shower
spout."

"Oh," she nodded. "I knew there was a chink in this place's armor."

"So you're a shower person, eh?" he asked, moving behind the tub.
She nodded, trying not to lean into his carress and he smoothed her hair
back. "Never liked 'em much myself, too convenient, no romance you know?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice wavering. He filled the jug with
tepid water and tilted her chin back. Her let it fall over her head.

"Well, bathing shouldn't be just about getting clean, you know?" he said,
rubbing some spicy scented shampoo between his palms. "It should be an
experience unto itself...relaxing and sensual."

"You're a very complex man," she said, her eyebrows cocked.

He grinned, digging his fingers into her scalp, massaging the lather through
her hair.

"Do you own a rubber ducky?" she asked.

"His name is Nigel," Spike chuckled, not missing a beat.

Willow giggled, relaxing back against the tub. She sighed, perfectly
content. He shielded her eyes and poured another jugful of water over her.

Willow was warm and relaxed, she couldn't remember feeling this good...
well, since she found out about the Hellmouth and all of its secrets. There
wasn't much time for pampering when you were research girl, net girl and
Wicca Girl.

Spike drizzled more shampoo into his hands and started the process all over
again. He watched, mezmerized as drops of water clung to the pearled skin of
her shoulders, as if they couldn't imagine leaving. He couldn't blame them.
Concentrating on the task at hand was all he could do not to suck the
moisture from the nape of her neck.

The rhythmic movement of his hands on her scalp echoed through her body. She
could feel his caresses in the tips of her toes.
Warmth was radiating through her, pooling between her thighs. She couldn't
tell where her wetness ended and the bathwater began. She flushed pink,
embarassed by her easy response. It just showed how hard up she was.

As he rinsed her hair, Spike's thumb brushed the nape of her neck, which had
all been one of Willow's ticklish spots. She gasped, arching up out of the
water. His eyes widened and he grinned wickedly. The neck, huh? Oddly
ironic considering she was with a vampire.

He ran his thumb along the sensitive spot again, she groaned. Her mouth fell
open, her lips forming a perfect pink O. He crawled around the tub and
leaned over the edge, filling her open mouth with his questing tongue. She
moaned, clutching his hair. He cupped her face between his palms and pulled
her closer. She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him into the tub with
her, clothes and all.

He chuckled. Water splashed out of the tub.

"Sure you don't remember much of last night, pet?" he asked, running his
thumb along the line of her mouth.

"It's coming back to me," she grinned.
 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow yanked Spike's clinging wet jeans from his body as he trailed kisses
along her throat and collarbone. He nipped at the sensitive flesh, scraping
his blunt teeth along the lines of her throat. His hands cupped her breasts,
rolling the rock-hard nipples between his fingers.

She arched against his mouth. He traced an icy path down the length of her
body, worshipping each breast with his flicking tongue. He ran his hands
along her smooth legs, wrapping them over his shoulders. He lifted her hips
from the water and blew gently over her sensitive flesh of her clit.

She knew she would never be able to smell lavender and not think of him. He
ran his cool tongue along her slit. She moaned, bucking up against the cold
contact. Her cupped and kneaded her ass as he lowered her back into the
water. His tongue danced across her aching clit as his face broke the
surface, following her body under. She gasped, amazed at the conflict of
warm water lapping against her body and Spike's relentless cool tongue.

She rocked against his mouth, thanking god vampires didn't have to breathe.
He slid a finger slid into her, flipping it forward as he entered. She cried
out, gripping the sides of the tub as she quivered around his tongue. He
added another finger. She buried her fingers in his hair and ground him
against her as he sucked and licked at her more furiously.

"Spike!" she shouted as felt her orgasm shoot through her. His fangs grazed
her inner thigh, kissing the sensitive flesh. He brought her mouth to his,
letting her taste herself on his lips. He tugged at them with his teeth as
he knelt and brought her thighs around his waist.

He poised his erection at her entrance.

"Mine," he said simply, his voice rumbling deep from his throat.

"Yours," she nodded. He tugged at her hair, forcing her head back gently. He
tilted his head forward. She could feel the ridges of his game face press
against her shoulder. He grazed her throat with his fangs, finding the spot
he had claimed days before. As he enetered her with aching slowness, he bit
into her skin.

A twinge of pain passed and quickly subsided as he broke through her
virginity. He moved within her. His tongue caressed the twin wounds on her
neck as slowly built his pace-

"Pet?" Spike said, waving his hand in front of her face. "Pet? Earth to
Willow."

"Hmm?" she grunted as he rinsed her hair a final time.

"You know, it's a little rude to ignore a guy after he's reveal the identity
of his rubber ducky," Spike snorted, setting the corckery jug next to her
shoulder. He kissed the top of her damp head and stood. "I said, you finish
your bath and I'll set out your clothes."

"Are we going out?" she asked. "Please, let's not go back to that club. I'd
hate to face someone I may or may not have given a lap-dance to."

"Don't worry," he grinned, taking one last long look at the water lapping at
her supple breasts. He forced himself to step away from the door. Now that
she was sober, she obviously wanted nothing to do with him. She couldn't
even relax enough to pay attention to him while he was washing her hair.
"We're not going to that club."

"Then where are we going?" she asked. "Spike? Spike?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Any clue where we are pet?" Spike asked as the cab pulled them through
steep darkened streets lined with tall victorians and townhouses.

"No," she grinned, shaking her head. They turned a corner and without
warning, the scenic familiar outline of the Golden Gate bridge came into
view.

"San Francisco!?" she gasped. "We're in San Francisco?!"

He nodded. Willow clapped happily. She had always wanted to visit the city,
but her father had forbidden it, saying it attracted "too many damn hippie
types."

"Pleased, pet?" Spike asked as the taxi rolled to a stop. She grinned.
He paid the driver and opened the door.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"One of my favorite places," he said, tucking his arm around her as they
entered a park lined with trees wrapped in Christmas lights.
"Golden Gate Park."

"What is it with you guys and parks?" she asked.

"It's like a vampire Ponderosa, love," he grinned. "So many little dishes
just lined up to taste. Just look at that couple over there, the ones
getting all lovey-dovey on the bench. They're so distracted that quicker
than you could 'Bob's your uncle.' they're lunch."

"Oh, Spike, you say the sweetest things," she said, flatly as they continued
to stroll along the path. "I suppose that's why you're not heavy into the
PDA? Leaves you open to attack?"

"Oh, I don't know," he grinned, pulling her arm closer to him. He caught the
nape of her neck and hovered a whisper away from her lips. "Sometimes it's
worth the risk."

He brushed his lips across hers, tracing the outline of her lips with his
tongue. She whimpered as his finger slid through her hair, anchoring her to
his mouth. She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, licking her lips, savoring the taste of
him.
 

"Well, if you don't know, I am deeply ashamed," he grinned, thinking she was
being coy.

"No,I mean, why are you doing any of this?" she asked, her voice growing
more tense. "Why me?"

"Why?"
 

Spike laughed incredulously and stopped suddenly to check if she was
kidding. Her face remained stony and grew redder and more irriated byt the
moment.

"You're serious?" he demanded.

"Absolutely," she spat. "What exactly is the purpose for this little ...
what the fuck would we call this?? Excursion into the sick and sadistic
world of mind-fucking?"

Spike's jaw dropped. He had seen fire in the witch before, but it was deeply
hidden under all those layers of schoolgirl. Now her face was lit up with
bubbling rage. Her emerald eyes flashed angrily.

"Where is this coming from?" he asked.

"What is this?" she demanded. "Why am I here? Why do you want me with you?
Why are you teasing me? Why do act like you want me when I know you couldn't
possibly-"

He seized her face in his hands and claimed her mouth. Darting his long cool
tongue between her parted lips, he coiled it around hers and pulled into his
mouth. She whimpered, clutching his collar in her hands. His hands splayed
at the small of her back and pressed her against him. He ground her against
him, taking her hand and pressing it against the rock-hard bulge under his
zipper.

"Do you really think I couldn't want you?" he asked, his voice husky and
rumbling from the demon's recess. "I want you so badly my fangs hurt. The
first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I
think about when I go to sleep is you, lying next to me in that blasted bed.
Your big green eyes and your soft skin. The way you smell. The whole
bleeding room smells like you, did you know that?"

She shook her head, her mouth agape.

"Do you know what it's like having you inches away and not being able to
touch you?!" he growled, running his hand long her satiny cheek. "I want you
with me because I want you!"

She shook her head. "I'm just me. I'm not like the women you want-"

"You are the woman, I want," he insisted, holding her face so her eyes were
forced to meet his. "Even if you left me. Even if you escaped and never
gave me another passing thought, the though of you would never leave me."

And with that, he stepped back from her. Her brows drew together.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked.

"Letting you go," he shrugged. "I'm not going to force you anymore, I
thought that's what I wanted. And it's just not. So, make up your damned
mind, Willow. Leave now or -"

"What?" she asked. "Stay with you? Be your little traveling companion?
Be your little pet?"

"Be mine," he shrugged. "Just be mine."

He pulled her into his arms and crushed her mouth against his. She pulled
away and took a few steps back. His silent heart plummeted. She didn't want
him.

"Pet?" he asked. "Where are you going?"

She turned and grinned over her shoulder.

"Back to the apartment."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They didn't quite make it back to the apartment.

A few steps along the path, Spike pulled Willow into a wooded area.

"Spike!" she laughed. He caught her mouth in a bruising kiss and pushed her
coat from her shoulders. Moaning under the attention of his questing tongue,
she shoved his duster to the ground. He pulled her hips against him, leaving
her feet dangling inches above the ground. She wrapped her legs around his
waist for leverage, grinding against his aching erection. Her could feel her
wet warmth even through the thick material of his jeans.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked his head back as she bathed
his throat in kisses. Her reward was deep animal rumbling that vibrated
through her mouth. His hands slid up her skirt as he knelt over his duster.
His hands brushed over the smooth satiny flesh of her ass. He grinned
against her lips.

No panties.

He could very well love this girl.

Her fingers slid his zipper down, freeing his throbbing cock. He rolled her,
forcing her to kneel in front of him. He slid the straps of her dress down,
exposing her tingling skin to the cool night air. She arched her back,
pushing her breasts into his cupped palms. He kissed an icy trail along her
neck as he ripped the front of his shirt open eager to feel her warm flesh
againt his chest. She could feel the ridges of his demonic face pressing
against her skin. She shivered.

Her thighs were coated in her juices as he ran the tip of his cock along her
wet core. She groaned gutterally.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"What do you want, pet?" he asked, grazing the tender flesh of her should
with his fangs.

"I want you inside me, NOW." She bucked her hips back, seeking contact. He
grinned against the crook of her neck and thrust into her. His teeth gently
broke the flesh between her neck and shoulder, sinking in to distract her
from the intitial pain. She cried out as he broke the barrier of her
virginity, but the pain quickly subsided as he lapped at the sweet nectar
seeping from her neck. His thrusts matched the delicate motion of his
tongue.

But as she she stretched around him, his movements became wild and animal.
She arched back, meeting his hips. She was so tight. He had known she was a
virgin, he could smell it on her from the day they met. He had never been
with someone so warm and tight before.

He panted unnecessarily as he relished the sensation of her velvety heat.
Waves of pleasure washed through Willow as she felt her release building
somewhere below her navel. Spike's fingers found her clit. His fingers
danced across the sensitive flesh, sending sensation flying through her. She
cried out as she clenched around him. He bit her other shoulder, thrusting
his last as his seed flowed into her.

They collapsed in a heap against his coat. Spike rolled, pulling her onto
his chest. His tongue lapped at her quivering mouth as her breathing and
pulse slowed.

"So I take it you're staying with me?" Spike asked after a few moments.

"As long as you'll have me," she murmured against his skin.

"In that case, you're going to need more clothes," he grinned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow stirred in her sleep, lifting her head from the cool form shoulder
pillowing it. Spike's head was tilted against the footboard. He grinned down
at her, his eyes boring intensely into her. She giggled.

"How long have you been watching me?" she asked, pulling the sheets over
them.

"Since you started snoring," he nodded.

"I do not snore!"

"You do," he grinned, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her, his fingers
tracing the bite marks he had left on her shoulder. "But it's sort of cute.
It's a novelty to sleep next to a woman who has to breathe."

"I'll bet," she nuzzled his neck. "And you better get used to it, because
I'm here for awhile."

Spike shifted, sitting up and cradling her against his chest. "Speaking of
which, we need to talk about something."

(Oh, god, he wants to get rid of me already. I should have known.)

She pulled away from him. "What is it?"

He sensed her panic and cupped her face between his palms.

"Don't freak out, pet, I'm letting you get away that easily. I'm just
thinking that we should hit the road again."

"But we just got here... or I just figured out we were here," she said.

"I know, love, but don't you want to pick our next destination?"

"I will..." she grinned. "Over dinner tonight. I'm going to squeeze one more
night in San Francisco out of you."

"I don't know... it take some convincing on your part."

"I'm willing to make the effort," she laughed, pulling the sheets over her
head. "Step into my office."

"What are doing, pet?" Spike asked as she moved under the sheet. "Good
lord!"

Willow's warm mouth surronded him. He gasped, gritting his teeth to keep
from thrusting up into her throat. His hands twisted the sheets as her lips
moved up and down along his cock. Her tongue flicked over the head, licking
away the drop of precum that seeped through.

Her fingers cupped his balls, trailing along until she reached the spot just
between his sac and his anus. She pressed aginst it gently.

"I'm convinced!" he cried. "I'm convinced!"
 
 

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