Spike had gone out alone to hunt. Willow had been quiet all evening, and
he sensed she needed solitude to work through whatever was eating at
her. He also sensed the "whatever" was currently residing in the
basement. She had returned from her meeting with Oz and declared she
wouldn't go down to see him again. Spike didn't doubt she'd make good on
her decision, but he understood her need to deal with the finality that
went with it.

His minions had reported to him earlier. The slayer had been
concentrating on the warehouse by the river. He would have liked to
observe her frantic search now that Oz had joined the ranks of the
missing.

Oz. He was the one bad card in the hand. Spike knew he was going to have
to decide what to do about that one before the new moon occurred in
three weeks' time. He'd either have to find another place to contain him
or kill him. The latter wasn't really an option in light of the vow he
had made to Willow. He'd promised not to hurt him unless it became
absolutely necessary, and he intended to keep his word. Willow had
experienced enough grief for one lifetime.

Another option nagged at the back of his mind. End the game. The whole
point in starting it had been to give the slayer a taste of the misery
she had inflicted on Willow and him. To show her the consequences of
interfering in their relationship. He'd given her a strong dose of
agony, more than enough to convince her to keep her distance from
Willow.

He entered the house and looked around the shabby living room. Willow
deserved better. He could give her better. Spike watched his lover as
she sat curled up on the sofa, absorbed in her book.

The pain of losing Drucilla had been excrutiating. Without Angelus,
she'd told him, Spike wasn't enough. If she couldn't have her daddy, she
didn't want Spike. She'd spoken the soliloquy with more clarity of mind
than she'd demonstrated since Angelus had turned her. Spike knew she'd
meant every syllable.

He searched his emotions for any trace of the old ache, but it was gone,
completely lifted by the redhead across the room. What had started out
as a quick fuck had grown into something he could never have foreseen.

Perhaps Willow's own painful experience with rejection had made it
possible for her to accept him, demon and all. Spike wasn't sure what
his exact feelings were for Willow, but he had a pretty good idea where
they were headed.

Willow glanced up from her book and smiled, "I didn't hear you come in."

He crossed the room and pulled her up onto her feet. He pressed her
close against him and took her mouth in the sweetest, most passionate
kiss she'd ever experienced in her short life.

"Wow," she said breathlessly when he had finally released her lips.
"What was that for?"

"That was for you, luv," he smiled. "Just for you."

"What else have you got?" she asked as she ran her hand along his chest.

Spike swept her up and carried her into the bedroom. He watched as she
undressed, devouring her body with his eyes. She was exquisite, more
desirable than she would ever realize, though he meant to do everything
in his power to show her.

"You talk pretty big for someone's who's fully clothed," she grinned.

He chuckled and undressed as Willow pulled back the bed covers and
wriggled under them. He slipped in beside her, already hard with desire.
She drew his head down and kissed him, trailing her tongue along his
lips until they parted, and her tongue darted inside.

Spike pulled her body under his and found the wet folds beneath the nest
of curls between her legs. His fingers pumped into her, and she writhed
beneath his touch. His mouth traced kisses down her throat to her
breasts. He drew a nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue against
it. Willow moaned as he tortured the hard bud.

His fingers continued to drive into her pussy as he rubbed her sensitive
clit with his thumb. She arched into his hand as her juices coated his
fingers. Spike's mouth worked its way down her belly. She cried out in
protest as he removed his fingers from inside her. His tongue took its
place and teased her swollen clit. She gasped as her orgasm began a
familiar dance through her body. Spike drew himself up and returned to
her mouth.

"No," she begged. "Please."

"Slowly, baby," he whispered. "Easy."

His cock brushed the outside of her lower lips as his mouth tortured
those above. She pushed her hips up, desperate to feel him inside her,
but he refused her entreaty and pulled his fully erect shaft away.

"Please, please," the words drifted from her lips in agonized need.

He devoured her mouth in a hard kiss and slammed his rigid cock into
her, embedding himself fully in her slick channel. Willow's hands dug
into his biceps as he drove her tiny body into the bed. She moaned and
wrapped her legs around him as his mouth dropped to her earlobe to
gently nip at it.

"That's it, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Fuck me, Willow. I want to
come with you."

She clamped her muscles around his cock, and he groaned at the delicious
pressure. He felt his mind yielding to the fire of his need.

"Come for me, pet," he coaxed her. "Come with me."

Her body trembled as he thrust into her, and she called out to him as
her orgasm swept over her. Spike's body responded to hers, and he
slipped into game face to pierce the warm flesh below her ear. He came
hard inside her as he drank the sweet, red nectar that trickled from her
throat.

Spike stayed inside her, murmuring softly against her hair until the
last vestiges of her climax cleared from her eyes. He pulled out of her
and drew her around to rest on him. She nuzzled against the coolness of
his neck.

"Oh, Spike," she whispered. "That was so wonderful, it hurt."

Spike laughed quietly and brought his mouth to hers.

Willow sighed happily as he moved her back against him. He wrapped her
up in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Oh, yeah," he thought to himself before he drifted into exhausted
slumber. "I definitely know where this is headed."

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