Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike's late, he apologizes.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis.
Feedback: It's ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! 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?
Dedication: To Wicca, who's bad as *I* wanna be! She did a beautiful thing for me and made a site to host my fic. Thanks, Wic.
Thanks: Amanda, grasshopper extraordinaire. Is it official now?
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He snuck up behind her, silently, stealthily. She was hiding in the shadows of the upper level, leaning against the railing, her hands holding it loosely, staring intently down at the people on the dance floor. She searched the crowd below her, looking for someone.
He stepped up behind her so that their bodies were just touching, then put his hand on her ass. She jumped and tried to turn, but his other hand on the back of her head kept her facing forward.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked nervously.
"I haven't had a good shag in...hours," he breathed into her ear, then lowered his mouth to her bare shoulder, sucking on her soft skin as his hand moved down her thigh to the hem of her skirt, until cool flesh touched warm, then began the journey back up, lifting her skirt.
"I-I have a boyfriend, you know," she claimed breathlessly, her voice hitching as her arousal perfumed the air.
"Do ya now?" he asked with a smirk as his fingers dipped between her thighs. He felt his cock jump when he realized that she didn't have any panties on.
"Y-yes," she moaned as she spread her legs.
"Is he the jealous type?" he asked, his fingers sliding teasingly along her slit as his other hand moved to her breast.
"Very," she said, her voice more confident. He squeezed her breast and she moaned. He rolled her nipple and bit her neck; she moaned again.
"What's his name?" he asked as he placed two fingers against her entrance.
"Spike!" she cried as he slipped them inside her, her fingers tightened around the railing as her muscles tightened around his fingers, her head fell back onto his shoulder.
"Is he good to you?" he asked as his hand slipped beneath her shirt, his fingers wrapping around her breast.
"Yes," she moaned as she pushed her ass back against him, started moving on his fingers. "He's very good to me."
"You expecting him to show up tonight?" he pumped his fingers in and out of her wet passage.
"Yes," she groaned as he pulled on her nipple, "but he's late."
"He's a bad, rude man," he nibbled on her neck. "Why do you put up with him?"
"Not always!" she defended her boyfriend. "Sometimes he's very...good," she moaned as the hand that had been kneading her breast slipped beneath the front of her skirt and found her clit.
"Good enough to make up for the fact that he's late?" he asked incredulously as his fingers moved fast and hard, on her clit, thrusting inside her.
"Yes! Oh, goddess, yes!" she cried as she bucked against him. He felt her body tense and knew her orgasm was near. His fingers moved faster, pressed harder, drove deeper, until she was mewling, a wordless keening from deep in her throat as her body found it's release, her muscles clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing over them.
She melted against him. His hands on her, and his hard chest behind her, the only things holding her upright. He withdrew his fingers from her, pulled his hands from beneath her skirt and fixed it so she was covered. He wrapped one arm around her waist, then lifted the fingers of his other hand to his mouth and stuck them between his lips.
She moaned as she heard him sucking and licking her juices off of his fingers, his hand. With a groan she pulled herself away from him and leaned heavily against the railing.
"You should leave," her voice was soft and low as she recovered from her orgasm, "he'll be here soon." He growled, tightened his hold on her waist and lifted her, then dragged her further into the shadows. He pressed her back up against the wall, his hands on her hips, and leaned into her.
"Spike," she smiled at him, her eyes dark with desire, "you're late." He buried both hands in her beautiful red hair, then leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth eagerly and let him in, her tongue mating with his as he plundered her mouth.
Her hands ran over his body, exploring it as if she'd never touched him before, his arms, shoulders, back, his ass, stomach, chest. He pulled away to let her breathe and his lips moved to her neck, sucking the soft, succulent skin into his mouth as one hand moved to her shoulder, the other remaining deeply buried in her hair.
She sucked in the oxygen her body needed, then grabbed his head and lifted it from her neck. She looked briefly into his beautiful blue eyes before crushing her lips to his.
"Kiss me," she spoke urgently against his lips. "Please, kiss me." And so he did. As her lips parted for him, her hands moved to his jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, she freed his erection. She held him in her warm hands and he moaned into her mouth at the pleasurable sensation.
She moved one hand to the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair as the other hand pumped his shaft, her thumb running over the tip, spreading the droplets of pre-cum over his head.
"Bloody hell," he moaned against her lips, "you'd better stop." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him, " I want to be inside you when I cum."
"I'm ready, Spike," she whimpered. "I'm so ready."
"I know, baby," he said as he lifted her, the scent of her arousal making him crazy for her. He lowered her, impaling her on his cock.
"Ye-es," she hissed as he filled her. "You feel so good," she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and began to move on him.
"So do you," he growled, morphing as he pounded her against the wall.
"Oh, no fair," she whined breathlessly. "You know I can't hold back when you do that," she rubbed her cheek against his forehead ridges, then kissed them.
"Don't want you to hold back, baby," he spoke around his fangs. "I want you to cum...hard," he teasingly dragged a fang along her shoulder.
"Me, too!" she cried. "I want me to cum hard, too, Spike," she pressed the back of his head so that his mouth was against her neck. Needing no further urging, Spike slipped his fangs into her neck, then slowly sucked her blood into his mouth.
"Ahh! Oh, goddess," she moaned, riding him as he drove into her. "Ah, ah, ah," she started panting and Spike knew she was ready. His finger found her clit.
"Ooohh, Spike!" she cried, her body tensing. Her muscles clamped down on Spike's cock as her second orgasm ripped through her body.
"Wil-low!" he cried against her neck as he pumped his seed into her.
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Willow opened her eyes and lifted her head off of Spike's shoulder.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned. She was still against the wall with Spike inside her. He was licking the bite as he leaned against her.
"Sorry I was late, luv," he pulled back and smirked at her.
"Don't worry," she assured him, "I'm sure you'll find some way to make it up to me later."
"Hey!" he protested and Willow laughed at the outraged look on his face.
"You shouldn't have let me do that," she said as she dropped her head back down on his shoulder.
"Do what?"
"Cum so hard."
"But you wanted to!"
"Of course I *wanted* to!" she retorted. "But you shouldn't have let me. You should have made me wait until we were home and I didn't still have to walk! All through The Bronze. And down stairs, too!"
"Wait, let me get this straight. You want *me* to be the one with control and restraint?"
"Yes," she giggled. "Not gonna happen?"
"Uh, no," he licked her neck and she shivered. "In fact...,"
"Willow!" they heard Anya calling her name.
"Bugger!" Spike swore. "Tell demon girl to go away."
"Willow!"
"Lets be really quiet and maybe she won't find us this time," Willow whispered.
"There you are!"
"Oops, she found us," Willow whispered in Spike's ear.
"Are you having sex again?"
"What makes you think that?" Willow tried to sound serious as she looked at Anya over Spike's shoulder, thankful it was the ex- demon who had found them...again.
"You really want me to answer that?"
"No!" Spike said.
"Xander was worried about you when you didn't come back. He wanted to come look for you, but since I saw Spike sneak in I told him I'd do it."
"Good thinking," Spike said. Even though the soddin' scoobies accepted the fact that he and Willow were seeing each other, finding them like this might have been a little bit too much for Xander, and Spike didn't want to be turned into a pile of dust just yet.
"Here," Anya held out her hand.
"What's that?" Willow reached out to take the items Anya held in her hand, though it was too dark to see what they were.
"Paper towels. So you can get cleaned up before you come down."
"Why...?"
"Oh, please. This is like the tenth time I've found you having sex since you and Spike started dating. I thought ahead this time," Anya said as she turned away. "Oh, Xander's got the pool table next, so hurry up. I am *not* playing pool."
"We were just going to go home and...," Willow stopped as Anya turned back and gave her an evil look.
"I am *not* playing pool," she repeated. "Spike has to play pool with Xander." Spike started to speak, but Anya interrupted him, too. "If I have to play pool I'll need to drink and you know how I start talking when I'm drinking...,"
"We'll be right down," Spike said. After Anya had moved away from them he unhooked Willow's legs and lowered them to the floor as he pulled out of her.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned, her muscles protesting. She leaned against the wall as Spike pulled a paper towel out of her hand and cleaned himself up, then tucked his still hard cock back inside his jeans and zipped them up.
"How can you do that?" Willow asked in amazement as she saw his erection.
"I think about you," he told her honestly and Willow blushed. "What's that for?" he asked.
"What?"
"The blush," he said. "I finger-fucked you, then pounded you up against the wall with my cock inside you, right here in The Bronze, where anyone could see us, Anya finds us, again, and you blush when I tell you thinking about you makes me hard?"
"It's just," Willow hesitated. "The sex-in-public doesn't seem real, almost like it's happening to someone else, or a dream. But when you say things like that...it feels real," she said breathily, blushing again.
"What would it take to make this feel real?" he pressed against her, looking at her with amber eyes. Willow heard Anya's shout from below and looked at Spike with big, green eyes.
"Anya sending Xander after us," she said.
"Right," he stood back and took a paper towel from her. He gently wiped the inside of her thighs off and smoothed her skirt down. "We'll talk about this later," he took her hand and led her to the stairs. "At home. Naked."
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned as she stumbled after him.
End