Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Nothing really. Takes place during season 4.
Summary: Willow spends New Year’s Eve with Spike...and the Scooby gang.
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: The Seduction of Spike, Soulmates, Willow’s Lil’ Secret, Shades of Gray, The BatPack Archives, Wacky Witch Willow, Rapture, and Shippers United. If anyone else wants it, please take it; just let me know.
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 whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: Amanda, beta and grasshopper extra ordinaire.
Dedication: Happy New Year, everyone!!!
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Spike couldn’t breathe. His throat was closing up and he felt his lungs
burn. Oh, wait, he didn’t need to breathe. He tried to relax in the chair,
but couldn’t. It had been a week since he’d seen Willow.
Well, he’d seen her, when they’d all gathered at the Watcher’s for
research, but he hadn’t *seen* her. He hadn’t been able to kiss her, to
touch her, to rip her clothes off and drive into her. Argh! He growled
in frustration, and Xander looked over at him.
"What’s wrong now, Fangless?" he asked as he set up the ‘mini-bar’ on the clothes dryer.
"Nothing," Spike growled, "git."
"He’s lying," Anya commented, as she set out the tray loaded with cheese, crackers, and pepperoni on the piece of plywood that was resting on two milk crates and covered with a paper table cloth.
"Am not!" Spike denied, tugging on the t-shirt that he thought had shrunk a bit in the wash.
"You’ve been antsy all day," Anya blithely continued, as she opened the ranch dip and stirred it.
Spike had been staying with Xander in his parents’ basement ever since Giles had returned from the Christmas Eve party with his bint in tow, and begged Xander to take Spike so he could have some privacy. Xander had grudgingly agreed, and so, here he was, sitting on the recliner, waiting for Willow to show up for the New Year’s Eve bash Xander and Anya were hosting.
He tried to ignore Xander and Anya as he let his mind drift back to that night exactly one week ago when he had claimed Willow. Well, he hadn’t *technically* claimed her, since he couldn’t bloody bite her, but he’d claimed her body. That night, and the next morning, he grinned at the memory.
He remembered her reaction when she found out he’d hidden her clothes and her bag. She’d snarled and snapped at him, then searched the apartment. When she didn’t find it, she pretended that she didn’t care, and walked around the apartment naked. But the blush covering her entire body, and the scent of her arousal every time she glanced his way, let Spike know that she cared very much.
So, he hadn’t forced her to walk around naked for too long. Instead, he’d gotten her on her back, or over the couch, or riding him, as quickly and as often as possible. They hadn’t wanted the day to end, but knew it must, expecting Giles to walk through the door any minute. It had been like a challenge, to see how many times they could make love before he got home.
When Willow could barely walk, Spike had carried her to the bathroom. They’d showered together, Spike gently washing her hair and her body, then taking her one last time, while Willow cried and held onto him, even as her orgasm rocked her body.
***
Willow took a deep breath as she stood on the sidewalk and looked at Xander’s house. She was nervous about entering. And not because of his parents this time, but because of the blond vampire who had been sleeping in the basement with him. Well, not *with* him. Anya would have something to say about that.
Although, Willow reconsidered, she really might have something to say about that. What if she wanted it? What were they doing in there right now? Why hadn’t she thought of this before? She ran to the door and gave a brief knock, before pushing it open and racing down the stairs.
"Uh, hello!" she greeted Xander and Anya breathlessly, at the bottom of the stairs. They both stared at her in surprise. "I’m here," she finished lamely, embarrassed. She looked around the basement, but didn’t see the blond vampire in question. Her heart started to sink. Until he peeked his head around the back of the recliner.
"Red," he smirked at her, his eyes nearly closed as they roamed over her suggestively.
"Spike," she squeaked. "Um, I brought the bread and spinach dip," she held her hands out, and scurried past Spike and over to the table where Anya was laying out the food.
"Great!" Anya said with fake cheerfulness. "Spinach. In a party dip. Yum."
"It’s very good," Willow pouted.
"I’m sure it is," Xander tried to smooth things over, "and we’ll both be sure to try it."
"Xander," Anya whined.
"How about a drink, Wills, or have you been imbibing already?" Xander asked.
"Huh? What? Me do what?" Willow replied, and Xander and Anya once again looked at her oddly.
"Are you alright?" Xander asked.
"Of course! Fine! Yes, I’m thirsty," Willow’s brain finally caught up, and she realized what Xander had asked her. "What have you got?"
"We have some...wine," he tapped one of the bottles, "beer and soda," he pointed to the neighboring washing machine which was filled with ice and bottles and cans, "or your choice of mixed drinks," he waved his hands at a plethora of liquor bottles.
"Uh, how’d you get all the alcohol?" Willow asked, pouring some wine into one of the fancy plastic cups sitting on the table, then adding some ice cubes.
"I am fake ID man," Xander said.
"That ID never used to work in high school," Willow said. "I can’t believe you still have it."
"I must look older now," Xander preened. Spike, who had been silent up until then, his eyes studying Willow, snorted. "Shut up, Fangless," Xander pointed at him, "or you will be uninvited to this shindig."
"Oh, no, you can’t do that!" Willow squeaked in alarm, and blushed furiously as both Xander and Anya looked at her again. "I mean, that would be, uh, you know, not nice to invite someone and then, uninvite them. And besides, Spike’ll be good. Right?" she turned to look at the stunned vampire.
"Uh, right," Xander nodded slowly. "Why don’t you go sit down? Or lie down? Can I get you a cold compress? Some aspirin? Wait!" Xander narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "You haven’t been smoking the wacky weed, have you?"
"No!" Willow cried. "Xander!"
"If you’re coming this way, I’ll take a beer, luv," Spike interrupted them.
"Alright," Willow thankfully turned from Xander and reached into the washer, pulling out a bottle of beer and carrying it over to Spike. He let his finger brush hers as he took the bottle from her, and Willow blushed again.
She fell onto the couch and leaned weakly against the arm. She wanted him. Badly. It had been a week and she had only seen him a couple of times at Giles’ apartment when they met for research. On neither occasion had she been able to concentrate on the research. Her mind kept drifting back to the night she’d spent with Spike, just as it did now.
The night he’d made love to her, over and over, until morning came. And then made love to her again, until they had to shower and dress before Giles returned home. It hadn’t been just sex, though it hadn’t always been gentle. She didn’t know how she knew that. She wasn’t all that experienced with men. But the look in his eyes when he drove into her, or as she rode him, made her believe that it wasn’t just sex.
She remembered, with a little shame, the tears she’d cried the last time they’d joined, in the shower. She’d had such a wonderful time with Spike, though that word didn’t really do it justice, and she hated for it to end. But now she wished she hadn’t cried. What woman cries when the man she loves gives her such pleasure?
Wait, she frowned. Did she just say ‘loves’? No, that couldn’t be right. She didn’t love Spike. Did she? Well, she didn’t usually have sex with men she didn’t love. That just wasn’t her. But, in love...with Spike?
***
Spike watched the expressions flit over Willow’s face as she sat on the couch beside his recliner, deep in thought. He breathed in deeply, the scent of Willow’s arousal filling his nostrils. He wondered, just what was that girl thinking about?
With that, Willow tilted her cup of wine and drained it. Spike stood and took the empty cup from nerveless fingers, and then walked over to the dryer and refilled it for her, adding another ice cube, though the others barely had time to melt. He walked back over to the couch, handed Willow her cup, and then sat down beside her.
"Uh, thanks," Willow blushed again, and leaned into Spike as he settled on the couch next to her. She looked up at him with big green eyes as he let his arm rub against hers.
"Bloody...hell," he swore. "Don’t look at me like that!" He felt the burning desire to tear her clothes off and bury himself inside her.
"Sorry," she froze up and pulled away from him, mortified. Spike reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her back against him, then brushed her knuckles over his hard-on, before lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her fingers.
Willow stared the hard bulge in his jeans, before raising her eyes to his lips, and running her fingers along them. Spike opened his mouth and licked her fingers, then nipped one. Willow moaned.
"Missed you," Spike growled around her finger.
"Me too," she moaned again, pushing her finger further into his mouth
until he was sucking on it.
The door slammed open and booted feet clomped down the stairs. Willow and Spike jerked apart. Anya blinked her eyes, wondering if she’d seen what she just thought she saw, and then her attention was on greeting the newcomers.
"Hey, Buff, Riley," Xander greeted the two people who had just entered.
"Hello, welcome to our New Year’s Eve celebration. What did you bring?" Anya asked.
"Hey, Xan," Buffy gave Xander a hug. "Anya. We brought cookies," she handed the platter to Anya.
"Your mother’s chocolate jumbles?" Willow asked excitedly.
"Yep!" Buffy turned to her friend with a smile, which faded when she saw Spike. "What’s he doing here?" she asked.
"Buffy!" Willow frowned at her friend. "Be nice."
"Why?" Buffy whined. Willow just looked at her, resolve face firmly in place. "Oh, alright," Buffy groused. "You know Riley," she ran her hand over her new boyfriend’s chest.
"Yes," Willow smiled in greeting. "Hi, Riley," she gave a little wave.
"Hi, Willow," he smiled back at her.
"That’s...Spike," Buffy made the introduction as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Uh, hi...Spike. Hey, you look kinda familiar. Have we met before?" Riley asked.
"Uh, no, just a, uh, friend of Willow’s," Spike patted Willow’s leg.
"Oh, well, maybe I saw you around campus, then," Riley smiled.
"Uh, yeah, maybe," Willow chirped.
"Uh, Riley, this is Xander, and Anya," Buffy grabbed his arm to take his attention off of Spike and introduced the other two. "Riley."
"Hey, Riley," Xander shook his hand.
"Hi."
"Hello," Anya said. "You don’t turn into a homicidal maniac after sleeping with Buffy, do you?" she asked.
"An!"
"What? I’m just making sure."
"Uh, maniac, but that’s usually during," Riley grinned. "No homicidal urges so far."
"Just wait," Spike muttered, and Willow elbowed him in the side. Anya *knew* she saw that.
"Riley," Buffy blushed, then smiled at him, going to her tiptoes to give him a kiss.
"O-kay," Xander tried to change the subject. "Drinks?"
"Yes, and we have lots of food. Be sure and try the spinach dip. In fact, eat it all," Anya encouraged them.
"Anya," Willow pouted. Spike laughed. "Shut up," she whispered, "‘cause if there is any leftover, you have to eat it." Spike shut up.
***
They sat around, eating, drinking, and talking for an hour. Then Anya suggested that they play a game. Xander groaned.
"Not that kind of game," Anya giggled. "Unless you all want to?" she looked around the room.
"No!" Xander cried.
"Well, alright," Anya pouted, and winked at Xander, who blushed. "What do you suggest then?"
"Truth or dare," Buffy said.
"Okay!" Anya bounced in place. "Me first. Buffy, truth or dare?"
"Uh," Buffy considered, wondering what Anya would ask her, or dare her to do. "Dare, I guess."
"Goodie," Anya bounced again. "Kiss Riley."
"Cool, I like this game already!" Riley smiled broadly.
"Without touching his lips," she added at Buffy’s excited look. Buffy’s face fell. "Sixty seconds. Xander, your arm please," she held out her hand and Xander placed his wrist in her grasp. She lifted his sleeve and looked at the watch. "Ready?" she asked.
"Ready," Buffy said as she shifted so she could reach Riley’s face.
"Go," Anya said, her eyes darting from the watch to Buffy, who was placing light kisses over Riley’s face and neck. "Stop!"
Buffy stopped reluctantly, and turned to Anya. "Truth or dare?" she asked.
"Dare," Anya said bravely. She wasn’t an ex-demon for nothing.
"Same," Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. "Kiss Xander, no lips, sixty seconds. Riley," she held her hand out without looking at him, and Riley placed his hand in hers. She turned it over and looked at the watch. "Ready...go."
Everyone watched Anya expertly kiss Xander’s neck and ears, heard the little slurping noises she made as she sucked on his skin. Two minutes later, Buffy shook herself and called out, "Stop!"
"Wow," Riley muttered.
"Tell me about it," Xander groaned, stiffly crossing his legs and wondering if there was any way he could hide his hard-on.
"Okay," Anya pretended to look the group over before her eyes lighted on Willow, her original victim all along. "Willow."
"Uh, me?" Willow blinked her eyes innocently.
"Yes, you. Truth or dare?" Anya asked. When Willow hesitated, Anya looked pointedly at Spike’s crotch, and the spot on the couch where their hands were touching, then back up into Willow’s eyes, which turned round as saucers.
"Uh, dare," she squeaked, and Anya smiled.
"Kiss Spike," she said. "Lips and tongue, for sixty seconds."
"Ew!" Buffy grimaced.
"Wait, you guys didn’t do lips!" Willow argued.
"So?" Anya asked. "Get in position," she grabbed Xander’s wrist, not missing the blush that covered Willow’s face.
"Maybe we shouldn’t....,"
"Shut up, Buffy," Anya interrupted without looking at her. "This is my dare," she stared at Willow.
"Fine," Willow pouted. She shifted toward Spike, but couldn’t reach his lips. "Are you gonna help?" she asked petulantly.
"Not my dare," he smirked at her.
"Fine," she huffed, rising to her knees. She straddled one of his legs, and pressed her knee gently against his balls and cock, and then smiled as she watched his eyes get big. She leaned against him, her hands on his shoulders, and then ran one hand into his hair and tilted his head back, then lowered hers. "Ready," she told Anya, then covered Spike’s lips with her own.
Willow licked Spike’s lips, and nibbled on his bottom lip. She pressed her tongue between his lips until he parted them, and then slipped her tongue between them. She explored his mouth, and scraped her tongue over his. She urged his tongue into her mouth, and then sucked on it.
Spike, who had been trying to remain unaffected in front of Xander and the Slayer, who’d be more than happy to stake him if they knew what he’d already done with Willow, found his fingers unclenching, and grabbing Willow’s legs. He ran his hands up her thighs, until his thumbs were nearly brushing her center.
The other four ‘players’ were watching Willow expertly kiss Spike, and Spike’s reaction to her, with varying amounts of arousal. When Anya finally jerked her attention back to the watch on Xander’s wrist, almost five minutes had passed.
"Uh, stop," she squeaked.
Willow reluctantly lifted her head and looked down at Spike. Amber eyes looked back at her, and he was breathing almost as hard as she was.
"Fix your eyes," she whispered, running her hand over them. Spike closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were blue. Willow lifted her leg, and fell back onto the couch, sitting close enough to Spike that their thighs pressed together. Spike’s hands were clenched on his thighs, the scent of Willow’s arousal, and that of every other person in the room, filling his senses.
"Okay," Willow shook her head, and tried not to sound as affected as she felt. "My turn. Anya. Truth or dare?" she smiled evilly at the ex-demon.
"Uh, truth," Anya said. She might be brave, but she wasn’t stupid, and Willow had that look in her eyes that said a hasty retreat was safest.
"What kind of game was Xander afraid you wanted to play?"
"Willow!" Xanded squealed. "Anya, don’t answer that!"
"But I have to," Anya said seriously. "It says so in the rules. If I don’t answer, she can make me do a dare." Anya turned back to Willow, "Sex games, you know, the kinds with sex toys...and costumes."
"Oh, god," Xander groaned.
"Ooh, what kind of sex toys?" Willow asked excitedly.
"No!" Xander yelled. "She already had her question!"
"Alright," Anya readily agreed, and turned to her boyfriend. "Xander, truth or dare?"
"Oh, god," Xander moaned. If he said ‘truth’ she would certainly make him tell them about one of their games. But, if he said ‘dare’, she might make him *show* them. He looked at her suspiciously, innocent eyes blinked back at him. Oh, yeah, he was in trouble. "Truth," he said, taking the lesser of two evils.
"What’s your favorite sex toy?" she asked.
Xander stared at her, and then shook his head. He *knew* it! At least she hadn’t asked him to demonstrate it. But, he just couldn’t! Spike was here! And Riley, Buffy’s new boyfriend who he was meeting for the first time!
"I don’t have a favorite," Xander lied, hoping Anya would let him get away with it.
"That’s a lie, Xander," she said in her ‘learning-about-new-things’ voice. "Now you have to accept a dare. Please get out our box of sex toys and show everyone your favorite," Anya said.
Crap! Xander couldn’t believe she’d thrown him in the bag like that! He reluctantly got up and trudged over to the couch and reached beneath it, pulling out a shoebox. He sat back down and opened it in resignation. He sat staring into it for a full sixty seconds before pulling out a vibrator and holding it up.
Buffy laughed out loud. "A *vibrator* is your favorite toy?" she asked, laughing again. "You’re lying!"
"No," Anya smiled knowingly, "he isn’t."
"Yeah, I isn’t, I mean, I’m not. So, Buffy, truth or dare?" Xander twirled the vibrator in his fingers, his eyes narrowed.
"Uh, I have to go patrol," Buffy started to rise.
"Sit!" Xander said sharply. "Truth or dare?"
"Uh, truth," Buffy said, her thinking paralleling Xander’s earlier train of thought.
Xander dropped the vibrator back into the box and shoved the entire box over to Buffy. "Which item in there is *your* favorite...and why?"
Buffy looked at Xander, then down at the box. She carefully moved the items about with the tip of one finger. "I don’t know what any of these things are," she said.
"Liar," Riley snorted beside her, and Buffy threw him a murderous glare.
"Fine," she reached into the box and pulled out a leather cock ring. "This is my favorite, because it keeps a man from cuming, so a girl can ride him, and ride him, all night, cuming and cuming, before she lets him cum," she explained. Riley blanched. Willow giggled tipsily.
"My turn," Buffy looked around the room, her eyes landing on Riley several times before she moved on.
Just then, the door opened, and Giles and his friend, Olivia, entered the apartment. He felt foolish, attending a New Year’s Eve party with these youngsters, but he had promised to put in an appearance.
"Giles!" Buffy jumped up to greet him. Introductions were made, food and drink handed out, and refills gotten, then Giles and Olivia joined Willow and Spike on the couch. Spike shoved over so Willow was practically sitting on his lap.
"We’re playing ‘truth or dare’," Buffy informed Giles after they were all seated once again. "Wanna play?"
"Good lord, no!" Giles replied for himself and Olivia, taking a fortifying sip of his drink.
"Okay!" Buffy responded good-naturedly. "My turn. Willow!"
"Huh, what?" Willow looked up, startled. She’d been concentrating on the feel of Spike’s body against hers, his arm on the back of the couch behind her head.
"Truth or dare?" Buffy smiled wickedly. Willow, remembering her last dare, and not wanting to do anything like that in front of Giles, chose truth.
"Truth," she whimpered, and Buffy laughed.
"Who’s your new boyfriend?" she asked.
"What?" Willow squeaked.
"What?" Xander yelped. "Willow has a new boyfriend?"
"No-o!" Willow insisted.
"Yep!" Buffy said, smugly. "I saw her last week, on Christmas Day, so Mom and I could give her our presents, and she was...glowing!" Buffy almost shouted.
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned low enough that only Spike, Giles, and Anya, heard her, Xander and Riley intent on Buffy’s commentary.
"Oh, dear lord," Giles muttered, chugging the rest of his drink, as he remembered exactly where Willow had been on Christmas Day. Babysitting Spike. "I told you to be good!" he hissed in disbelief, knuckling Spike’s arm.
"Was," Spike smirked at him, his arm tightening around Willow’s shoulders, pulling her against his chest. "Wasn’t I?" he whispered, and Willow blushed.
"Shut up!" she groaned. "What am I supposed to say?" she looked up at him.
"Truth, right?" Spike replied, his voice challenging.
"And what, exactly, *is* the truth?" she asked pointedly, staring at him.
"Well?" Buffy said from behind her.
"Well?" Willow repeated, still staring at Spike.
Slowly, the smile slid off of Buffy’s face, to be replaced by a frown. "Willow?" she asked, her eyes darting from Willow to Spike. "Tell me it’s not Spike," she said in disbelief.
"It’s not Spike," Willow turned to look at her best girlfriend.
"Oh, my god, it’s Spike. Spike?" she cried out. "Spike?" she asked again. "I’ll kill him!" she pushed herself to her knees.
"Spike!" Xander yelped. "It can’t be Spike, he’s a...," Xander paused.
"No!" Willow yelled, jumping to her feet and standing in front of Spike. "You can’t kill Spike!"
"Why not?" Buffy asked, reaching behind her for a stake.
Riley glanced over at Xander. "I mean, I thought they were just friends," Xander added lamely.
"Why would you want to kill the person you think makes me glow?" Willow asked sadly, and Buffy froze, just staring at her. "Not that it is him, but, if it was...him...that made me glow."
"She’s right," Anya commented casually. "Glowing can’t be underrated. Xander makes me glow," she smiled at him.
"Uh, thanks, hon," Xander replied with a nervous glance at Riley as Anya burrowed under his arm.
"But...," Buffy sputtered. "I just...Giles, help me out here!"
But Giles was standing beside the ‘mini-bar’, chugging his second drink. They all watched as he refilled the glass.
"Giles?" Buffy repeated.
"What?" he turned to look at her.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course," he lied, holding his glass up in salute, and draining it. "Never better."
"About Willow and Spike...,"
"There is no Willow and Spike," Giles said, determined to remain ignorant.
"But there seems to be," Buffy pointed towards the redhead who was standing protectively in front of Spike.
"No," Giles repeated adamantly as he refilled his glass, then tottered back over to the couch, dropping heavily between Olivia and Spike.
"Are you sure?" Buffy asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Absolutely," Giles replied, floating blissfully on the alcohol-filled river of denial.
"Oh, look, it’s almost midnight!" Anya interrupted them. She jumped up and got the champagne out of the refrigerator while Xander set out the plastic champagne cups. With a smile, Xander uncorked the bottle. Anya laughed and ducked as the cork shot out and champagne fizzed down the side of the bottle.
Xander poured the champagne into the glasses and Anya handed them out. Willow took her glass and sat back down on the couch beside Spike, who pulled her into his arms.
"I made you glow?" he asked quietly. Willow blushed, but didn’t answer. When everyone had a glass, Xander turned on the television and they watched the countdown until the ball dropped.
When the clock struck midnight, everyone yelled, "Happy New Year!", and drank their champagne. The couples each turned to each other for the traditional New Year’s Eve kiss. Willow glanced shyly up at Spike.
He set his champagne glass on the coffee table, and then took hers out of a shaking hand and set it beside his. He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head back against his arm, then lowered his head to hers.
"Spike," she whimpered, as she watched his lips descend toward hers.
"Red," he whispered hoarsely, just before his lips claimed hers.
Willow moaned into his mouth as he gently urged her lips to part, her fingers twisting in his t-shirt. His fingers moved from her chin to cup the back of her head, pressing her to him as he plundered her mouth. Willow groaned as his tongue battled hers, her hands slipping beneath his t-shirt to touch his back.
"Giles," Willow heard Buffy’s voice.
"Yes, well, time for everyone to leave, don’t you think?" Giles said as he stood, purposely keeping his eyes averted from Willow and Spike.
"But I live here!" Xander cried. "I can’t leave!"
Spike lifted his head and smiled down at Willow. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his voice hidden by the sound of leave-taking around them.
"Yes," Willow replied breathlessly, "let’s."
Spike smiled, and then stood and pulled her to her feet. Willow teetered unsteadily, catching herself by grabbing hold of Spike’s t-shirt, her fingers grazing the hard nub of his nipple. He groaned, and Willow smiled up at him.
"‘Night, everyone," Spike said as he drew Willow toward the stairs. Everyone just stood and stared at them as they grabbed their jackets and raced for the door.
"Bye!" Willow called over her shoulder, and then turned and followed Spike up the stairs.
"Giles!" she heard Buffy whining.
"Hey, don’t forget your spinach dip!" Anya called.
***
"So, where are we going?" she asked.
"Uh, your place?" Spike suggested, pulling her beneath his arm as they walked.
"Okay," Willow agreed, wrapping one arm around Spike’s waist, the other holding the hand thrown over her shoulder.
"Uh, but not your dorm room," Spike suddenly remembered who her roommate was, "don’t want the Slayer interrupting us."
"Uh, right," Willow swallowed hard. "Actually, dorms are closed for the holidays. I’m staying at my parents’ house."
"Perfect," Spike smirked down at her. "Uh, unless your parents are there?"
"No," Willow shook her head. "They’re never there."
"Oh," he said, wondering what kind of parents were never there. "Well, that works out just fine, then," he scooped her up into his arms and walked faster.
"Spike!" Willow squealed happily.
"What, luv?" Spike asked innocently.
"You can’t...I mean...never mind," she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against him. She tilted her head back and licked his neck, then sucked on it.
"Better stop that, luv, ‘less you want me to rip your jeans off and take you right here," Spike warned her.
"Would you do that, Spike?" Willow teased as she continued to suck on his neck. She tightened her grip around his neck and pulled her legs out of his grasp, until she could wrap them around his waist, pressing her center against the hard bulge in his pants.
"Want you so much, Spike," she whispered huskily in his ear. "Missed you. Oh, goddess, Spike, need you," she began to rub herself against him as her words, the memory of what they had done, and the thought of what they were going to do, aroused her.
Spike grabbed her ass and held her as she moved against him. "Willow," he groaned, his step faltering.
"Hurry, Spike," she whispered, just before she bit his ear.
"Bloody...hell," Spike groaned, increasing his speed.
***
As soon as the house came into view, Willow began digging in her pocket for the key, her mouth still busy on Spike’s neck, which was now covered in hickeys and small bites. She triumphantly pulled the key out and blindly held it up in the air.
Spike grabbed it out of her hand, raced up the porch steps, and inserted the key in the lock. He turned the knob and pushed the door open.
"Come in, Spike," Willow breathlessly issued the invitation. Spike practically ran through the open door and into the dark house, then kicked it shut behind him. Willow directed him up the stairs and into her bedroom, shoving his duster off of his shoulders as he climbed the stairs two at a time.
Spike tried to set Willow down on the floor, but she tightened her legs around his waist, pressing her center against his hard cock. They both groaned.
"Don’t wanna get down," Willow moaned, as she continued to shove at his jacket. Spike let go of her ass and let Willow push his jacket down his arms, until it pooled around his feet on the floor, her legs and her hands on his shoulders the only things holding her up.
She reached between them and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his jeans and then up over his head. Spike fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, then gave up and ripped it open, and shoved it down her arms. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra as she leaned forward and kiss him, running her hand over his chest.
He pulled the straps down her arms, and then cupped her breasts, lifting and kneading them, letting his thumbs graze over her nipple. Willow moaned in his mouth as she pressed herself into his hands.
"Spike," she moaned his name pleadingly, slipping the fingers of one hand between them and beneath his waistband.
"Willow!" he groaned, as her fingertips encountered crisp hair and hard flesh that felt like silk. He reached behind him and unhooked her legs, dropping them to the floor. He hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his hips.
Willow dropped to her knees, her hands on his hips, and rubbed her cheek against his cock, feeling it’s velvety smooth texture, then tilted her head and licked it.
"Bloody...," Spike swore, and grabbed her arms, lifted her, and tossed her onto the bed. He kicked his boots off and shucked his jeans. Willow reached for him, and he batted her hands away so he could unfasten her jeans. He pulled her boots off, and tugged her jeans and panties down her legs.
"Willow," he groaned as he fell on her, kissing her as his hands roamed over her soft, round curves.
"Spike," she kissed him back, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
And then he was spreading her legs, and slipping his fingers inside her. "Need you, Willow," he rasped, as he climbed between her legs and positioned his head at her entrance. "Need you," he thrust into her.
"Yes, Spiiike!" she cried out as he filled her, and then wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper. "Spike, Spike," she chanted as he pumped into her.
"Willow," he groaned, "you feel amazing." She was so tight around him, so hot; it felt like she was burning him.
"Spike, please," she pleaded, as her nails left marks on his back. "Please."
Spike reached between them and fingered her swollen clit as he drove into her. He rested his weight on his elbow, and buried his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrust in to her passage.
"Spiiike!" she threw her head back and cried his name as she came.
"Willow!" he roared, as her muscles closed around him like a fist, milking his release. Sated, he lowered himself, and laid upon her, his head buried in her neck. He listened to her breathing and heart rate slow as she recovered from her orgasm.
"I’m making a New Year’s resolution," he said.
"What’s that?" Willow asked, her voice still breathless, as she ran her hand over his back.
"To get you naked as often as possible," he lifted his head and grinned down at her, one eyebrow cocked, "and to keep you that way as long as possible." Willow smiled back.
"I’m making a New Year’s resolution, too," she said.
"What’s that?" he repeated her words.
"To help you," she grinned and waggled her eyebrows, and then pulled him down for a kiss.
End