"You said no flowers," Spike murmured over Willow's shoulder
as he
leaned next to her ear. "So, I got this instead."
Her eyes were glued to the huge cake on the table in front
of them.
Creamy icing dribbled over the edges and blood-red roses
made of a
sugary confection decorated its top. The words "Happy
Birthday" were
swirled upon it in iridescent letters.
"It isn't my birthday," she told him.
"It's been exactly five months to the night since I snagged
you away
from those clowns. That's when my unlife really started.
Can't speak
for you."
"Oh," she whispered, tears forming in the green pools
of her eyes. "For
me, too. You know that."
"I'd hoped it," he grinned.
She whirled around and threw her arms around his neck
to plant a solid
kiss on his lips. He chuckled softly and held her tight
for a moment
before she drew slightly away.
"Got a knife?" she smiled up at him.
He nodded and reached around the cake. She took the knife
and carefully
brought it down on the frosted top. The second she began
to slice into
it, the entire cake exploded, sending icing shooting
into the air,
sticking to the ceiling, coating the table and chairs,
and Spike and
Willow, as well.
Willow squealed in surprise and jumped back into Spike,
"Tell me that
was supposed to happen! It was a well-planned joke, right?"
"Uh...no," he answered softly.
"Oh, hell," she muttered. "Where did you get this cake, anyway?"
"I had it delivered. It--"
Spike's explanation was cut short as the remainder of
the cake suddenly
shot skyward again. Willow shoved the vampire backward
away from the
table as black forest cake rained down on them. They
waited several
moments to see if any more explosions were forthcoming,
and Spike
stepped around Willow and grabbed up the plate. He shoved
open a
blackened window and threw the miniscule amount of cake
that remained
on the plate out into the yard. Willow giggled softly
as he turned back
around to reveal his cake-plastered face to her for the
first time.
"Something funny, pet?" he asked coolly.
"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I know there's a handsome
vampire--somewhere--under all that icing."
He stalked toward her, and she gulped and backed away.
"Care to find him, little one?" he said, his low voice
tinged with a
hint of amusement.
"Spike, behave yourself," she scolded, taking another step back.
"No," he refused bluntly.
She squeaked as he latched onto her arm and dragged her
roughly against
him. He raised his hand and ran a cold finger along her
cheek, scooping
up a splatter of icing. The fear in her eyes dissipated,
and she stared
up at him as he placed the finger in his mouth and sucked
the icing off
of it. His hand returned to her and delved down into
the opening of her
shirt. She shivered as he pulled his finger up along
the valley of her
breasts, cleaning off the cake and icing that had fallen
there, and
licked that, too, from his finger.
Spike's eyes darkened, and Willow suddenly found herself
being lifted
into his arms.
"Don't you think we should clean up this mess?" she asked,
looking over
his shoulder at the cake-splattered kitchen.
"I think I should clean up this mess, first," he answered
and bent his
head to kiss the icing from her forehead.
He carried her into the bathroom and lowered her to the
floor. His
mouth descended on hers, and he kissed her lips, sticky
with icing.
Willow's mouth left his to trail her tongue over his
equally sticky
jaw, and Spike moaned and pulled the shirt off her body,
heedless of
the buttons that scattered to the floor. He perched her
on the vanity
and tore away her bra, lowering his mouth to clean the
traces of cake
from her breasts. Willow's hands moved to the waistband
of his jeans,
and he smiled as she impatiently tugged at the zipper.
He stepped back to divest himself of his clothes. Willow
put her arms
around his shoulders and lifted herself up as he drew
her skirt and
panties down over her hips and let them fall to the floor.
She kicked
off her shoes and brought her small hand up to curl around
his
rock-hard shaft. Spike growled low in his throat as she
pumped him
gently. He stepped between her legs, spreading her wide
to him, and
slid between the hot folds of her sex.
Placing his hands on the curve of her hips, he pulled
her to the edge
of the vanity, embedding himself completely within her.
Willow groaned
and raked her nails along his back as he began to thrust
into her,
withdrawing the length of his cock from her channel and
driving back
into her time and again. She locked her legs around him,
dropping her
head onto his shoulder, and bit into his flesh as his
fingers danced
along her sensitive clit. Spike nibbled at her earlobe
and quickened
his pace as he felt her walls constricting around him.
Willow screamed as her orgasm slammed through her, and
she clamped down
on his thick cock. Spike crushed her against him, flattening
her
breasts against his muscled chest as he came, shooting
his cold seed
deep within her core.
"About that cake," she murmured against his shoulder when
she was
finally able to speak.
"What about it, luv?" he asked.
"I want the address of that bakery. Do you suppose they
take standing
orders?"
He felt the curve of her lips as she smiled against his
flesh, and he
pulled her off of the vanity, his shaft still enveloped
inside her, and
stepped toward the shower.
"Next time," he spoke, stepping into the tub and brushing
his lips over
hers. "I intend to have my cake and...eat it...too."
"Eat it?" she asked, then blushed as she followed his
gaze down to
where their bodies melded together. "Oh."
Spike laughed and captured her lips with his own, thrusting
his tongue
inside the warm cavern of her mouth as he reached over
to turn on the
water.
End.