Coupling: Willow/Spike
Summery: Smut N’ Up… and maybe more…
Distribution: NHA, Redssoulmates.com, WLS, and SNW yahoo group.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all.
Rating: R / Nc-17 maybe
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Spike and Willow had long since finished making plans for leaving Sunnydale,
in less than a week, they’d be in L.A.
Willow had already called Angel and made arrangements for a place for
them to stay once they arrived. He wasn’t thrilled with staying with the
Poof, but he knew it was better than Sunnyhell and the Slayer.
He’d watched her packing for the trip, and he was surprised at the amount of her things that were here instead of at the dorm. Sliding up behind her he saw a box full of clothes he’d never seen her where, what was sticking out appeared to be satin, emerald green satin.
“Luv, what are those?” Spike asked startling her slightly.
“Clothes, most were given to me. Mostly by Cordelia or Buffy, I’m not sure I even really like some of it. The skirts are too short and some of the tops are just scraps of nothing, but Cordy tends to be better at picking things. She helped me buy the outfit I wore the other night.” Willow explained.
“Are you taking theses with us?” He asked with a smirk remembering the outfit she was talking about. The way the leather looked on her really was sticking in his mind.
“Yeah, I am and some of my old comfort things just to help me get used to these. Mostly, I’m taking my spell stuff and my books. Some of my photos too, just until we can find a place of our own. Oh, I am also going to call David Nasbeth back and sell him that software he’s been wanting since last year. That should give us more than enough money to live on.” Willow babbled on somewhat forgetting who she was even talking too.
He found it amazing how much he loved her, but he really needed to stop
her before she got going too much, otherwise she would be going all night
with the babble.
Reaching out and surprising her by grabbing both sides of her face
and bending down for a tantalizing kiss. Slow and sweet soon became passionate
when she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Hands moving of their own violation, touching and massaging each other. Clothing soon began to fall to the floor before they tumbled onto her bed. Kissing along her jaw line, Spike slid his hand between her slightly parted, naked thighs. Her soft red curls were soaked with her juices. His other hand was twisting her nipples as he continued to tease her to the point a screaming. Her moans were so loud now as it was, but he wanted her to beg. He knew he wasn’t giving her what she wanted.
His barely touches down below were driving her mad. Soon the denied release would be too much she knew. She also knew what he was waiting for, she knew because this was one of his favorite games, making her beg. Finally, she couldn’t take it any more and let go of his back only to grab his hand that was nestled between her legs and begging.
“Spike, please touch me!” She pleaded.
“I am touching you, Luv. What do you want, Red?” He smugly questioned.
“I want to cum, damn it!” Willow shouted.
Spreading her legs with his knees he swiftly sheathed himself within her perfect heat. She was still as tight as the first time they were together, so he waited for her to get accustomed to his size. A few seconds later Willow lifted her hips and they both moaned at the feel. He pulled out slowly and started a gentle pace, of long slow strokes. He wanted her to feel how much he loved her.
The slow pace was getting to her and with him leaning on his elbows almost all of their bodies were touching and her orgasm was beginning.
“SPIKE!” Willow shouted as her orgasm peeked.
Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock so hard it caused him to fall over the edge into oblivion.
“WILLOW” He shouted and collapsed on to his love.
Both of them were panting when he collapsed, even though he didn’t need to breath. Sitting up slightly he looked into her eyes and moved her sweat soaked hair out of her face. Smiling into the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen he said,
“I love you, Willow.” He said.
Smiling back she kissed him softly, and told him, “I love you too, Spike.”
Rolling off of her with out slipping out, he pulled the blanket from the bottom of the bed up around them and soon both were fast asleep.
Unknown to either Spike or Willow a lone figure stood outside watching as the couple made love. Furry in the for most of their mind. The statement “Please, touch me…” Floated through their mind as they left the balcony.
Please, touch me…