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"I don't understand, " Spike cried. "This sort of thing's never happened to
me before."

"Maybe you were nervous," Willow shrugged.

"I felt all right when I started. Let's try again."

He lunged for her, she squealed and cringed. A shooting pain rang through
his skull, he screamed.

"Damn it!" he tossed her lamp across the room.

"Maybe you're trying too hard," She patted his hand. "Doesn't this happen
to
every vampire?"

"Not to me, it doesn't!" Spike snorted.

Willow's face suddenly fell. "It's me, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" he laughed.

"Well, you came looking for Buffy, then settled," she said. Her face
reflecting her pain. "You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be
around."

"Piffle," Spike spat.

"I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into,"
Willow shrugged. "It's always like, 'Oh, you're like a sister to me,' or,
'Oh, you're such a good friend.'"

"Don't be ridiculous," Spike cried. "I'd bite you in a heartbeat."

"Really?" Willow grinned.

"Thought about it." Spike nodded. He sat next to her on the bed, tossing
his
jacket to the floor.

"When?" Willow asked. She was so interested, she completely forgot that
having Spike interested in her was not of the good.

"Remember last year?" he asked. His voice suddenly took on a sultry tone.
His eyebrows wriggled. "You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac
underneath."

"I never would have guessed," Willow shrugged, the blood rushed to her
face.
"You played the bloodlust kinda cool."

"Mmmm. I hate being obvious," he stroked her cheek gently. "Being all fangy
and 'Rrrr.' Takes the mystery out."

"But if you could..." Willow asked. Her emerald eyes searching his face.

Cor, she's beautiful, Spike thought. Too bad she's a member of the blasted
Scooby Gang.

"If I could, yeah," Spike nodded.

"You know, this doesn't make you any less terrifying," she patted his hand
again.

"Don't patronize me!" he began pacing the room. "I'm only a hundred and
twenty-six!"

"I'm not patronizing you!" she insisted. "Sit down, maybe we can wait half
an hour and try again!"

"Now you're just being obtuse, pet," he grinned, taking his seat next to
her.

"Really, I've always thought I was kind of acute," Willow giggled. Spike
gave her a confused look. "Sorry, I'm used to a crowd where geometry humor
is appreciated."

"Really? The wolf never struck me as the geometry-loving type," Spike said.

"Well, right now the wolf isn't exactly the Willow-loving type," Willow
laughed weakly.

(What a moron?!)Spike's brain thundered. He fought the rising urge to find
Oz and leave him with a permanent limp. A sharp twinge in his head made him
wince.

"You're kidding!" Spike said. "You two broke up? But you were like Bonnie
and Clyde, Mickey and Mallory, Sydney and that guy with the 'Scream'
mask!"

"Somehow those analogies don't make me feel any better," Willow's brow
creased.

"Poor witch, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Well, how did you feel when Dru left you for that fungus demon?" she
asked.

"Like someone had ripped my heart out of chest, did the Mexican hat dance
on
it and then threw lemon halves at the wound just for fun," Spike said.

"Yeah, that about covers it," Willow nodded. "But now you have Harmony,
right? I mean, you two must have a lot of fun together. I remember her from
high school, she was really evil."

"Not really, pet. I mean, she's viscious and cruel, but there's nothing
there, you know?"

"No emotional connection?" Willow asked.

"No, I mean there's nothing there," Spike knocked his fist against head.
"She's dumber than dirt. I don't know how she manages to breath and walk at
the same time."

"I remember that from high school, too," Willow grinned.

"This is nice, Willow," Spike said. "Being able to talk to someone...Oh,
BUGGER! I am becoming an impotent old sod. TALKING, for God's sake! It's
been twenty minutes, let's try again."

He lunged for her, knocking her back on her bed. She struggled against the
weight of him on her chest. His lips brushed uselessly at her throat, he
groaned in frustration. She just groaned. His cold lips moved furiously
against her hot skin. She grabbed at his shoulders. First to push him away,
but she ended up pulling down against her.

He growled and collapsed on her.

"Willow, what am I going to do? How am I going to live?" he asked. "I can't
feed bagged blood like the blasted pouf."

"Well, first things first, let's figure out what's causing the pain. You
said they put an implant your head? From what I've seen it induces pain
when
you try to bite people. But maybe it's not the biting that does it. What do
you feel when you bite people?"

"W-well," he stammered. Willow could swear she almost saw him blush. "It's
like the most intense erotic- uh, I'm sorry, I can't describe it. But it
feels really... good."

"Well, what if it the implant in your head is in the pleasure-sensing
section of your brain and that intense pleasure is what sets it off?" she
asked.

"Well, there's only one way to find out-" he grabbed willow's face between
his hands and kissed her deeply. He pulled away.

"Did it hurt?" she asked, her breath coming in agonozingly slow spurts to
keep him from thinking she was too affected.

He grinned and shook his head.

"Well, maybe we didn't do it right," Willow shrugged. "Maybe you don't feel
that way about me-"

"We've already covered that, pet," he grimaced.

"Well, what about this?" Despite the thundering protests of her rational
mind, she brushed his lips slowly with her tongue, tracing the outline of
his mouth. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her silky red hair. He
pulled her tongue into his mouth, letting it dance with his. "Does that
hurt
you?"

"Uh-uh," he shook his head.

"What about this?" she asked, unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it from his
shoulders, baring his snowy white skin to her lips. She sprinkled kisses
along his collarbone and throat.

"Nothing... unpleasant," he panted, pulling at her blouse. He growled in
frustration and ripped it along the neck. He tossed it to the floor and
smiled as he took in her sheer pale blue bra.

He rolled over and pinned her to the mattress.

"I thought we were testing how much pleasure you could withstand," she
whispered, grinning evilly.

"Trust me. I get pleasure from seeing how much you can withstand," he
tugged
at the waistband of her pants. He kissed the valley between her breasts,
tracing patterns across her skin.

"What about that?" she asked.

"Getting better and better," he grinned. His hands snaked under her back,
feeling for the clasp of her bra. He searched for a few moments. She
giggled.

"What?" he demanded.

"It opens in the front," she grinned.

"What?!" he gasped. "But that's impossible! I've spent decades perfecting
this move. I only know how to open them in the back. Flip over."

She laughed, unhooked the bra and tossed it to the floor.

"Perfect," he sighed, tenderly tracing the outline of her breast with one
finger. He took one coral nipple into his cold mouth. She gasped.
Her bravery rallying, she traced his lean white form with her warm hands.
He
was so firm. Oz had been sorta, squishy. Her fingers brushed the fly of his
blacks jeans. He groaned and ground his hips up into her hand. She
unbuttoned the fly, freeing his erection.

"Neither boxers nor briefs?" she laughed.

"They get in the way," he shrugged.

She tugged his jeans down and kicked them to the floor.

"Well, it seems I'm naked," he said, rubbing the curve of her hipbone with
his thumb firmly. "Why are you still wearing these?"

He jerked at the waist of her panties, tearing them.

"I liked those," she gasped.

"I like you better without them," he grinned.

"How's your head feeling?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspiscion.

A dirty thought crossed his mind. He supressed the urge to make a joke.

"I can see that clever little quip bouncing around you skull, don't say
it,"
she said flatly. She wrapped her fingers around his cold flesh. He growled.
"Just kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am," he obliged, delving his tongue in her mouth. She was so warm.
He had forgotten how warm mortals were. He hadn't had a living lover in
decades. Would he remember what they like? He seemed to be doing okay so
far. More than okay. She was practically purring. And not one twinge from
his brain.

This little experiment had proven two things. One, the implant wasn't
reacting to pleasure. And two, he was crazier about the little red witch
than he was willing to admit.

"Willow, are you sure about this?" he asked.

"My total nudity and reptitive licking of your neck hasn't tipped you off?"

He laughed and slipped a finger between her slick wet folds. She gasped and
thrust up against his palm.

"Spike," she whispered. "Please."

"Please? Please what?" he asked. "What could you possibly want?"

"You," she kissed him deeply. "Inside me. Now."

"Give a girl a little kissing and she gets all monosyllabic," Spike grinned
wickedly.

"SPIKE!" she growled and rolled over him. She straddled his hips and
impaled
herself on his shaft.

"Ahh!" Spike gasped as her heat enveloped him. "Willow!"

He pulled her down to his mouth, nipping and biting her lips. He rolled
over
on top of her. He pressed her into the mattress and began thrusting slowly.

"Who's are you, Willow?" Spike asked before claiming her mouth. "Who do you
belong to?"

Her mind went blank. Oz, she belonged to Oz didn't she? But if she belonged
to Oz, she wouldn't be here with Spike. She stroked his cheek. She didn't
know what to say.

"Say my name, pet," he whispered gently. "Please? Say my name. Let me have
you for just a little bit."

"Spike," she smiled and kissed him. "Spike, Spike, Spike."

The sound of his name on her lips brought him to the edge. He screamed as
he
came, sending his cold seed into her womb. The odd sensation was too much
for her. She followed him into oblivion.

He collapsed on her chest and rolled over, pulling her on top of him.
He kissed her forhead.

"Thank you, pet," he whispered.

"Well, I guess pleasure isn't what's causing the brain pain," Willow said.

"I don't know, pet," he kissed her again. "We may have to conduct a few
more
tests before we know for sure."

The end.
 

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