"Where are we going?" Willow asked as Spike turned off of the highway
and onto a dirt road.

"Just far enough out of town that the slayer won't accidentally stumble
over us," the vampire answered, swerving to miss a deep rut ahead of
them.

The road ended at the crest of a hill, and Spike turned the car around
and parked it, facing back toward the road up which they had just
traveled. He climbed out and took Willow's hand, pulling her out after
him. Opening the back door, he leaned inside and handed the redhead a
blanket. He scooped up a grocery bag from the car seat and slammed the
door shut.

"This way," he spoke, stepping around her.

The top of the hill afforded a wonderful view of Sunnydale stretched
out below. Spike put the bag on the ground and took the blanket from
Willow to spread it out over the grassy earth. He sat, reaching up to
draw her down next to him. Willow looked out over the town, the lights
twinkling from the buildings and houses in imitation of the stars in
the clear sky overhead.

"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" she whispered.

"Yes," he nodded, his blue eyes staring over at her.

An unneeded breath caught in the vampire's throat as Willow turned to
look at him, her lips curled in a small smile of delight at the subtle
compliment. He returned the smile and leaned over to kiss her once,
softly. Willow watched as he reached into the grocery bag and pulled
out a loaf of crusty bread, two bottles, and two glasses.

Spike uncorked both bottles and poured from the first one, handing the
glass to Willow. The second, a bottle of bloodwine, he poured for
himself. Moving closer to her, he pulled Willow into his arms and
settled her so her back rested against his shoulder. He placed a kiss
on her neck and touched his glass to hers in an unspoken toast.

"I can't believe you did all this," she confessed before taking a sip
of the wine in her glass.

"It really isn't so much," he answered. "Not for you, luv."

"It's perfect," she stated happily. "You'd never know that quiet town
down there is full of creepy crawlies."

"One of those creepy crawlies has his arms around you," he said
playfully.

She laughed softly and turned her head to look at him, "But I like this
creepy crawlie."

"Just 'like,' huh?" he teased. "Someday, pet, I'm going to make you say
it."

She arched an eyebrow and grinned, "I haven't heard _you_ say it,
either, mister."

"Hmmm," he replied, his eyes glimmering back at her in the quiet
darkness.

Her lips parted in an amused smile, and she turned her body so her
shoulder rested against his chest and touched her hand to his cheek.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," she nodded and pressed her lips to his.

He chuckled against her mouth and took her glass from her, setting it
on the ground beside his own. He wrapped his arms around her and
lowered her onto the blanket, covering her body with his and kissing
her deeply. Willow tangled her fingers through his blonde hair as their
tongues slid over one another's. Spike's hand moved to her breast,
cupping the rounded flesh through the fabric of her shirt, running his
thumb over the nipple until it hardened under his touch.

Willow's kiss became more needy as she arched into him, pressing her
breast into the hand that caressed it. Moisture seeped from her core,
and Spike's shaft pressed against her stomach as it hardened in
response to the scent of her arousal.

The vampire felt his lover's small hands moving over the buttons of his
shirt, and he raised himself up to allow her to unbutton and pull the
shirt off his cold, hard chest. The need to feel his skin against hers
would not be ignored, and Spike grinned as Willow reached for the hem
of her own shirt. He helped her shed the garment and returned his hand
to her bared breast.

She put her arms around him and pulled him down onto her. Spike's hand
moved between her thighs and cupped her sex through the denim of her
jeans. Willow tugged at the zipper of his pants and drew out his cock,
stroking it firmly. He groaned and thrust into her hand.

"I want to be inside you, baby," he murmured.

Willow raised her hips as he unfastened her jeans and dragged them off
of her. He curled his fingers around her panties and tore them away.
Their mouths met as Willow spread her legs and gripped his ass, urging
him to take her. He entered her quickly, hissing softly as her burning
core sheathed his cold erection. Her hands moved to his shoulders,
clutching them as Spike placed his hands under her, drawing her up,
embedding himself to the hilt inside her. Their thrusts became fast,
hard, and urgent, and Spike's lips captured each of her nipples in
turn, sucking and nipping at them.

Willow keened as his hand slipped between them to finger her clit. Her
walls closed around him, and she whispered his name over and over as he
rode her to a shattering orgasm, following quickly behind her, filling
her with his seed. He lay still inside her, suckling at the soft flesh
below her ear as her trembling body quieted.

His fangs pierced her throat, and he drank only briefly before Willow
cried out a soft, "Oh!"

"Sweetheart?" Spike whispered and raised his head, his concerned eyes
searching hers.

"Ow!" she suddenly squealed, slapping at her bare shoulder.

He pulled out of her and sat up, bringing her up with him. An
irritating prickle stabbed at his arm just above his wrist. His keen
eyes saw the insect perched there, and he instinctively swatted at it.

"Mosquitoes!" Willow cried out, clapping her hand to her neck as
another bit her while the buzz of hundreds of the offending insects
filled the air.

"Bloody hell," Spike grumbled. "Get into the car, baby."

He scrambled to tug on his pants and wrapped the blanket around the
redhead. She scooped up the rest of their clothes, and he grabbed up
the bottles and glasses, leaving the bread behind as they took off for
the car.

Spike tried to ignore the persistent need to scratch as he steered the
DeSoto back toward the highway.

"Go to my place," Willow told him, reaching down to scratch her ankle.
"I have Calamine lotion."

"Cala-who?" he asked.

"It's good for mosquito bites. It helps stop the itching," she answered
as her hand moved up to scratch the tip of her nose.
***
Willow was relieved to find the street and sidewalk empty when they
reached her apartment. She got out of the car, still clutching their
clothes, and they ran to the door and darted inside.

Spike plopped down onto the sofa, scratching mindlessly at his chest,
and raised the bottle of bloodwine to his lips as Willow went to the
bathroom to get the lotion. She returned, having wrapped herself in a
robe, and sat down beside him.

"I'll do you, and then you do me," she suggested, opening the Calamine
lotion.

"Don't we always?" he grinned.

She rolled her eyes and began to dab the lotion over the countless red
bumps that covered the vampire's body, insisting that he remove his
pants so she could get to all of the bites. By the time they had
finished spreading lotion over each other, the bumps had been masked by
countless pink splotches. Willow giggled as her eyes traveled over the
tall, blonde, pink-dotted vampire.

"I wouldn't laugh, if I were you," he advised her in a mixture of
annoyance and amusement. "You don't look any better, you know."

She looked down at herself. Her arms, legs, belly,
breasts--everything--were plastered with pink spots.

"And I'll heal faster than you will," he goaded.

"Yeah, but I don't have--that!" she laughed, eyeing his Calamine cock.

Spike groaned and shook his head, "If you ever breath a word of this to
anyone--"

"Yeah? What'll you do?" she smirked around a giggle.

"I'll tell about these," he threatened, pulling at one of her two
pink-coated nipples.

"Oh," she grinned, a red tinge creeping under the pink dots on her
cheeks. "Fair enough."

He laughed and pulled her into his arms.

"You're going to rub off all of the lotion!" she scolded him.

"I'm bloody well going to try," he agreed. "Does this stuff wash out of
sheets?"

She smiled up at him and shrugged, "Let's find out."

End.

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