"Spike," Willow said quickly as he reached for the hem
of her shirt.
"Yes, luv," he answered.
"Buffy will be back any--"
"No, she won't," he replied as he swept the shirt over
her head and dropped it to the floor.
"She only--Oh!" The redhead breathed in as his lips
moved over the curve of her shoulder, "--only went to
the library--"
"No, she didn't," he told her as he unhooked her bra
and tossed it, too, to the floor.
"She didn't?" Willow was puzzled. "But she said--"
Spike's eyes traveled over the creamy flesh of her
throat, her full, rounded breats, her soft rosey
nipples.
"She lied," he answered as he unzipped her skirt and
pushed it, and her panties, down over her hips.
"Lied? Why would she...Oh, Godess," she gasped as his
hands moved around her to cup her ass.
He dragged her body against his and kissed her,
stroking the sweet warmth of her mouth with his
tongue. He stepped back and quickly tugged off his
clothes, smiling as Willow nibbed her lip and looked
in open admiration at the vampire's naked form. He
stepped back to her, and she moaned as his cold body
pressed against hers. He walked her back until she
felt the bed hit her legs. Gently, he lowered her down
and moved over her. They stared into each other's eyes
as his hand brushed softly over her breast and moved
down to nudge her legs apart.
Willow tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his
mouth to hers. His fingers moved over her sex, and he
placed tiny nips down her throat and over her breasts,
capturing a nipple between his teeth and flicking his
tongue against it. Spike grinned as she whimpered, and
he slid one finger between her folds, lazily brushing
along the length of her slit, pausing to tease her
slickened nub. Placing her arms around him, she
pressed his body to hers and ran her hands down his
back as he kissed her deeply.
"My Willow," he whispered against her lips as he
entered her slowly.
He lay still inside her, the sensation of her tight,
wet walls stretching to accomodate him and moulding
around his shaft driving all other reality away.
Willow's eyes closed as he began to thrust into her.
He watched her face, entranced, as her lips parted in
response to the gentle, delicious pressure of his
fingers on her clit. Her hips rose to meet him,
keeping perfect time with his rhythm.
Her breathing grew shallow, and her skin took on a
delicate flush as he drove into her, pushing her
toward the edge. She called out his name as her
channel constricted around him, milking him, pulling
him with her as she came. He moaned, a low, deep sound
against her ear, as he flooded her womb with his seed.
Spike pulled her into his arms as he dropped down onto
the bed, tucking her body perfectly around his and
lavishing her mouth with slow, soft kisses. She moaned
contentedly and snuggled close against him, and they
fell asleep wrapped tightly around one another.
End.