Author: Spikedluv
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Minimal, through Pangs, season 4.
Summary: ‘Something Blue’ never happened, Willow finds another way to get over Oz.
Notes: Third in what’s turning out to be a series of short, fluffy, smutty stories. * * indicate emphasis.
Feedback: Yes, please! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would?
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Willow woke up to sunlight streaming in the window of her dorm room and stretched. Then moaned. Then smiled. Wow, she thought. She reached her arm out just to make sure she was alone in the bed, then frowned and patted the mattress to make sure there were no ashes about, then relaxed and smiled again. *Wow*!
She hadn’t wanted to admit it before, not even to herself, but she had a thing for Spike. And not just a little thing either. But a big, whopping thing. And for *Spike* of all people, er, vamps. Spike...he of the trying to kill her and her friends many times and the kidnapping and bottle in face incident and the dorm room incident of not many months ago...really lit her fire. And not a small, warm, cozy fire. More like a huge, blazing, out-of-control bonfire.
And she *still* wouldn’t be admitting it to herself if Spike hadn’t, well, made her feel so-o-o good that night when they were alone at Giles’ apartment and again last night. Problem was, she frowned again, she didn’t know if Spike had a *thing* or if he just wanted...hot, monkey sex. She laughed out loud at the thought of anyone, much less Spike, sexy, bleach blond Spike, wanting hot, monkey sex with shy, geeky Willow Rosenburg.
But if last night was any indication, well, let’s just say, he’d be back for more. If she didn’t go crawling to him first, she pressed her thighs together, then closed her eyes and let the memories wash over her.
***
They’d walked back to her dorm room in silence. There were butterflies in her stomach and she felt herself get wet as she thought about what would happen once they reached her room. She was nervous, and excited, and nervous.
Willow inserted the key into the lock with shaking hands. She turned the key and placed her hand on the knob, twisted it, then looked over her shoulder at the vampire standing behind her. He was staring at her with deep blue eyes that drew her in.
"Red?" he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Willow pushed the door open and stepped inside, then turned around to face the blond vampire. Spike took a step forward and came up against the invisible barrier that Willow had erected with the de-invite spell after he tried to bite her.
She gave a small smile as she set the bag she carried on the floor, unbuttoned her jacket, then slowly slid it off of her shoulders and down her arms before tossing it to the side.
"Red," Spike’s voice was deep, husky, his chest rising and falling with the unnecessary breaths he took.
Willow raised her arms and reached around her neck, untied the halter and let the straps fall, her raised arms lifting her bared breasts high, her pebbled nipples thrusting out, begging to be touched.
"Red," Spike moaned her name.
Watching him through hooded eyes Willow lowered her arms, running her hands down her neck and chest until they cupped her breasts, her puckered nipples teasingly peeking out between her fingers.
"Let me in," he growled as he leaned against the barrier. Cor, he couldn’t remember being this turned on. The entire walk back to the dorms he could smell her arousal and he’d been dying to get into the room so he could shag her rotten. Now the little witch was teasing him, stripping and touching herself, knowing that he couldn’t get to her. She’d pay...Bloody hell!
While Spike was lost in thought Willow had taken a step forward and placed her hand against his erection, squeezing.
"Witch!" Spike growled as he thrust into her hand. "I’m gonna shag ya ‘til ya can’t move," he threatened.
"Promise?" Willow asked breathlessly as she rubbed her palm over him.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned.
"Come in, Spike," she took a step backward. Spike fell through the doorway as her invitation removed the barrier. He caught himself and kicked the door shut as he hurriedly pulled his duster off and tossed it to the floor.
He looked at her with amber eyes, then began to stalk toward her. Willow, in part to tease him further and in part because he made her nervous, backed away until she ran into the bed stand.
Spike smirked at her as he pressed his erection into her stomach, his hands cupping her bare breasts.
"Say it again," he begged.
"Say what?" Willow moaned as his fingers rolled and pinched her nipples and she grabbed at his arms for support.
"Promise me you’ll scream," he bent to suck on her neck.
"Are you going to make me scream Spike?" Willow moaned.
"Oh, yeah," he slipped one hand under her skirt and ran it up her thigh to her hip, then around to squeeze her bum.
"Naughty, Willow," he whispered as blunt teeth closed on her neck, "not wearin’ any knickers."
"Spike," she moaned as she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "I’ll scream," she crushed her lips to his as his fingers moved between her thighs, brushing lightly through her curls, tickling her sensitive flesh, teasing her as she’d teased him.
"Spike," Willow moaned as she spread her legs, "please."
Spike slipped a finger between her slick folds as he lowered his head to her breasts and sucked a puckered nipple between his lips.
"Oh, goddess, yes," she leaned back, her hands gripping the sides of the stand for support. He moved his mouth to her other breast as he slipped a second finger inside her. Lifting his head from her breasts he watched her face as he pumped his fingers into her, listened as her juices sucked around them.
Sliding his other hand down her thigh and behind her knee he lifted her leg and hooked it over his arm. He leaned forward and placed his hand behind hers on the stand, spreading her leg to the side and opening her wider. He slipped a third finger inside her as his thumb pressed against her clit. Her head dropped back and he felt her body tense.
"Spike!" Willow screamed as she came, her juices coating his fingers and spilling out of her to fill his hand. Her arms wobbled behind her and Spike carefully lowered her leg, wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her against him, holding her as her body quaked with the orgasm.
Willow slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was leaning against Spike and she felt...like a puddle of warm mud. Except, not dirty. But, warm, and soft, and squishy. She looked up and watched as he licked the last of her juices off of his hand.
"That was nice," she breathed with a satisfied smile.
"Just nice?" Spike teased as he lowered his hand to brush strands of damp hair off of her face.
"*Really* nice," Willow amended with a grin.
"We’re not done yet," Spike whispered in her ear as his fingers untied the bottom of the halter top and tossed it behind them, then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her hips. The soft material slid down her legs and pooled on the floor around her feet. Spike picked her up and lay her gently on the bed, then stood back and looked at her. She moved her hands to the boots and Spike stopped her.
"Leave ‘em on," he rasped.
"Okay," Willow blushed and Spike watched in fascination as her entire body pinked. She climbed onto her knees and reached for him, her little fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off of him. Her hands kneaded his shoulders as her lips closed over his nipple; he reached beneath her and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Willow moved her mouth to his other nipple as she lowered her hands to the button of his jeans. She undid the button and lowered the zipper, then slipped her hand inside his jeans and closed her fingers around him as she closed her teeth around his nipple.
"Bloody hell!" he pinched her nipples at her warm fingers touched his cool flesh and he felt her moan against his chest.
She pulled away from him and slid his jeans down his hips. "Sit," she said.
"Willow," he moaned in protest at the loss of contact and she smiled.
"Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you," she teased, repeating his words from earlier in the evening. "Now sit," she ordered.
Spike sat. Willow climbed off of the bed and knelt on the floor. She untied his boots and removed them, then grabbed his jeans and pulled them off of his legs. She placed her hands on his bare feet, ran them around his ankles, up his calves to his knees. She pushed against his knees and he obediently spread his legs. She ran her hands up the inside of his thighs until her thumbs brushed his swollen sacs.
"Cor, Willow," he grabbed for her arms to pull her up on the bed.
"I wanna stay right here," she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
He squeezed her arms as his eyes rolled back, then cried, "Bloody hell!" as he felt her tongue on his head. She licked the pre-cum off of his tip and sucked his head into her mouth.
"Cor, Willow, I don’t think I can wait much longer!" he buried his hands in her hair, pulling her head back.
"Then you’d better stop interrupting me," she lowered her head back to her task, taking his head into her mouth, rubbing it with her tongue as she sucked on it.
As she became more sure of herself she took more of him in, running her tongue over him as she moved her mouth down over him. She felt him touch the back of her throat and she pulled back as she started to gag, then relaxed her throat as she breathed through her nose and took him in again.
When Spike felt himself buried deep in her warm mouth, his head rubbing the back of her throat, he could no longer hold himself back.
"Willow," he moaned her name, "I’m coming. Willow!" Once, twice, three times his muscles contracted and he spurt his dead seed into her throat. Willow tried to swallow it all, but he filled her mouth and some spilled out over her lips. When he was done she licked him clean and then lifted her head, darting her tongue out to clean her lips.
Spike pulled her onto the bed and fell back with her in his arms. He licked his release off of her chin then pulled her tight against him.
"Bloody hell, Willow," he groaned.
"Was that okay?" she asked, suddenly shy and unsure of herself.
"Okay?!" Spike sound incredulous. "That was bloody marvelous, Red."
"Really? It was my first time," she admitted and Spike groaned. "What’s the matter?" she asked worriedly.
"First time?" he asked and she nodded.
"What’s that?" she teased as she felt him coming back to life against her thigh.
"Just imagining what you could do to me if you got some practice under yer belt," he smirked. "Ya’d kill me. Again," he added at her raised eyebrow.
"Wouldn’t that be under *your* belt?" Willow teased as she brushed her fingers over him.
"Mmm," he moaned at her touch.
"Let’s slide up on the bed," Willow suggested, thinking they’d cuddle for a while.
"You slide up on the bed," Spike’s voice was husky as he ran his hands over her bum.
"Wh-what?" she asked as his fingers slipped between her thighs from behind and pressed against her.
"Sit up there," Spike indicated the head of her bed. Willow crawled up the bed with Spike’s fingers still teasing her and sat on her pillow, her back against the head board, her legs on either side of him.
"Good girl," he purred as he rolled onto his stomach and ran his hands over the leather boots. Grabbing her ankles he pushed her legs up until she bent her knees, then spread them wide so her center was open to him. He pulled himself up the bed and slid his hands beneath her bum before burying his face in her.
Willow moaned as he licked and sucked and kneaded her flesh. She grabbed the headboard on either side of her head and pushed her booted feet into the bed as she lifted her hips, grinding her swollen mound into his face.
"Aahh!" her muscles tensed and her knees closed around Spike’s head as she came. He drank the juices that poured from her body until she started to moan again. He climbed to his knees and pulled her down the bed until she was lying beneath him.
He positioned his head at her entrance and thrust into her. Willow moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the leather rubbing against his lower back and butt as he pumped into her.
"Willow," he moaned her name as he lost himself in the sensation of her body. "Willow."
"Spike," she answered him, her fingers in his hair.
He grabbed her arms and held them above her head as he began to move faster.
"Let me bite you," he said, knowing he didn’t need her permission as long as he didn’t hurt her, and it certainly wouldn’t hurt her, but wanting it. Wanting her to tell him he could bite her.
"Yes," she moaned, her body already responding to the memory of what happened to her the last time he bit her. Spike morphed and stared at her with amber eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to hear it again.
"Yes!" she began to buck beneath him, her legs tightening around his waist.
Spike smirked and lowered his head to her breast. Sinking his fang into her soft flesh he drank her sweet blood. Willow came screaming his name.
The taste of her blood on his tongue, the sound of her screaming his name and the feel of her muscles clenching around him drove Spike over the edge. "Willow!" he called her name as he emptied himself into her.
They both lay there, breathing heavily, limbs too heavy to move. Spike nuzzled her breast and whispered, "I love it when you scream."
"I love it when you make me scream," Willow responded, her voice slow and low.
They must have fallen asleep, because the next thing Willow remembered was Spike’s hands on her legs as he unzipped and removed her boots, then lifted her to pull down the sheets. He lay her on the bed, curled up around her and pulled the blankets up over them.
***
Willow came back to the present and decided she need to take a shower, a cold one at that, so she’d be dressed when Buffy came to pick her up for Christmas dinner at one o’clock with Buffy and her mother.
Willow climbed out of bed with a satisfied groan, gathered her bathroom supplies up and headed for the shower. After a quick shower, wondering if the cold shower thing was just a myth, she was back in her room wondering what to wear. She dug through her closet and found nothing that said ‘wear me today’ so she moved over to Buffy’s closet.
She had just pulled out a skirt that she couldn’t believe really belonged to Buffy and was holding it up when the phone rang. She walked across the room and picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hey, Wills, just checking to see if you were awake!" Buffy’s cheerful voice came over the line.
"Of course I’m awake," Willow said, still looking at the skirt, "I’m always up before you are."
"I just thought you might be tired after last night," Buffy explained and Willow noticed that her voice sounded strange.
"No, I’m not tired at all," Willow said. "Listen," she changed the subject, "can I wear your brown suede skirt, and where did you get a brown suede skirt, any way?"
"Oh, Aunt Betty gave it to me for my birthday. Didn’t know brown’s not my color. Hey! It would look *great* on you!" Buffy enthused. "You can not only borrow it, you can *keep* it, on one condition."
"What’s that?" Willow asked suspiciously.
"You have to tell me *all* about last night," she said.
"Wh-what about last night?" Willow asked.
"About the hot, monkey sex you had with Spike last night."
"What?! Buffy that’s...that’s...ridiculous. Spike!" she gave a nervous laugh. "And me! That’s so funny!"
"Are you telling me that when I get there to pick you up the room is not going to reek of sex?"
"No!" Willow denied as she struggled with the catch on the window. "It is *not*!" she swung the window open and cool air entered the room raising gooseflesh on her arms and chest.
"What was that noise?" Buffy asked.
"Nothing," Willow denied as she thought to herself, damn Slayer hearing.
"No, I heard...You opened the window!"
"I did not," Willow denied.
"You did!" Buffy was laughing.
"I so did *not*!"
Buffy just continued laughing.
"Buffy..."
Her best friend just laughed harder.
"Alright!" Willow finally yelled into the phone.
"Alright?" Buffy stifled her laughter and was suddenly serious.
"Yes, but I have a condition of my own," Willow said.
"What?" it was Buffy’s turn to sound suspicious.
"You have to tell me why you were kissing Giles last night," Willow hung up the phone on stunned silence.
End