Willow plopped down on the grass beside the picnic table
in the park.
She knew she had no business being out alone this close
to sunset, but
she couldn't dredge up the energy to care. Her parents
were out of town,
again; Buffy was training; Oz was with the band. Willow
leaned back on
her elbows and watched the sun sinking below the horizon.
Some alone
time hadn't seemed such a bad idea, at first, but the
evening was
becoming interminable.
"I'm *bored*," the thought forced itself from Willow's mouth.
"Bored, pet?" a familiar British accent spoke from beside her.
Willow started as Spike dropped down onto the grass beside
her. She
scrambled to find her feet, but Spike grabbed her wrist
and pulled her
back down.
"Relax, Willow. I'm not going to bite," he said.
Willow eyed him warily, "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question, luv. Or were you planning
to add a
little zest to some vampire's meal?"
"I couldn't add zest to *anything*," Willow said forlornly.
Spike raised an eyebrow, "Don't you believe it, little one."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Willow asked.
"Have you forgotten, pet? *I* haven't forgotten that outburst,
the way
you stood up to me that night in the factory. That fiery
defiance. Your
fiery hair."
He slipped his fingers through her silky tresses. She
pulled away from
him, and he caught her chin in his hand.
"You'd make a delicious vampire," he told her.
"I think I'll pass," she replied.
Spike chuckled, "How about a tasty diversion, then?"
Before she realized his intentions, Willow felt Spike's lips on hers.
"No--" Willow's words were cut short by the intrusion
of Spike's tongue
as he plundered her mouth.
He lowered her back onto the cool grass and covered her
body with his.
Willow had no idea how the vampire's hands could be in
so many places at
once, but the sensation of his hands caressing her body
began to weaken
any thoughts of protest.
"Spike," Willow found her voice. "We can't--"
"We are," he told her.
"Not here. What if someone comes?"
"Someone is definitely going to come, luv," he promised
with an evil
grin.
"Please," she breathed as his mouth found hers once again.
Spike pulled back with a sigh, "Where, then?"
Pushing all thoughts of consequences out of her mind,
Willow grabbed his
hand.
"C'mon," she said.
***
"You're going to invite me in?" Spike asked skeptically
as Willow opened
the front door of her house.
"Just tonight, and you have to promise to be good."
"Baby, you've never met anyone as good as I am," he promised her.
Willow felt herself blushing and swallowed hard as Spike chuckled.
"Come in, Spike," she said and led him inside.
The moment she closed the door, Spike had her in his arms.
Buffy would
be furious. Oz would never forgive her. But all that
mattered to Willow
now was the feeling of Spike's hard body pressed against
hers, his
strong arms pulling her closer to him, his tongue ravishing
her mouth.
He scooped the tiny redhead up in his arms and carried
her to the
bedroom.
"How did you know which room was mine?" Willow asked.
"You have no idea how many nights I've spent on that balcony,
thinking
about you all alone in this bed," Spike admitted.
Willow looked up at him in a mixture of surprise and alarm.
Spike took
advantage of her stunned silence to divest her of her
sweater and bra
with practiced swiftness.
He brought his mouth down to her naked breast and kissed
it, teasing the
hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth to suckle
it gently.
Willow moaned and arched into him. Spike unfastened her
shorts and
removed them, and her panties, in one motion. Willow
toed off her
sneakers and tumbled onto the bed as Spike all but tore
off his own
clothes. Her eyes traveled over his muscular body in
undisguised
admiration. She blushed fiercely as his eyes met hers.
Spike laughed
softly and joined her on the bed, pulling her body under
him.
She felt the hardness of his erection against her stomach
as Spike
placed soft kisses on her forehead, her jawline, her
earlobe, her lips.
He spread her legs with his knee and brought his hand
to her opening.
She was wet with desire for him. He gently brought her
knees up and
began to massage her clit with agonizing slowness. Willow
gasped at the
jolt of pleasure that shot through her body. Spike's
tongue sought out
hers as he continued the sweet torture between her legs.
He brought her
to the edge of her orgasm before removing his hand.
"No!" Willow gasped in desperation.
Spike brought his mouth to hers in a hard, bruising kiss
as he drove
himself fully inside her with one thrust. Willow cried
out against his
mouth, but he clenched her hair in his hand and forced
her head still,
deepening the kiss, drawing her senses away from the
pain of his hard
shaft embedded in her hot, wet channel. His tongue searched
her mouth,
and slowly her body relaxed and her tongue began to respond
in kind as
the discomfort was replaced by the exquisite feeling
of being stretched
and filled by his throbbing cock.
Spike began a slow rhythm inside her, and her body responded
naturally,
of its own accord. With one hand he continued to tease
her clit as he
quickened his movements. He felt her stomach muscles
tense as her orgasm
began to build. As she slipped over the edge, her walls
clenched tightly
around his rigid shaft, Spike let go and allowed his
own orgasm to
overtake him, spilling his cold seed deep inside her.
He kissed her, a long, slow, sweet kiss, before removing
himself from
her. He rolled over beside her and pulled her into his
arms.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, luv," he whispered as he stroked
her back
comfortingly.
"It only hurt for a little while," she smiled shyly.
"And then?" his voice teased.
"And then--wow," she breathed.
Spike chuckled against her ear and dropped a kiss on her
shoulder.
"Still bored, little one?" he asked as she snuggled against
him.
"No," she smiled. "Not bored now."
"Good," he lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "I think
*I* might be,
tomorrow night."
"Mmmm....my turn to alleviate your boredom," she grinned sleepily.
"I'll count on it, pet. I'll count on it."
End.