Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Through end of season 4.
Summary: Spike, Willow and a prophecy.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis. Another of my WIP that I'm finally going to finish!
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? Emily Finn is mine. So is the story.
Thanks: Amanda, amazingly wonderful beta and grasshopper extraordinaire.
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Chapter Seven: Wasn't Enough
Willow arrived at Buffy's house 45 minutes later. She hadn't been able to pull herself away from Spike. After she'd told him `I know', he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her tight against his chest and kissed her, soft and gentle and full of need. Not the hot, gotta-have-it-now kind of need that sent them running for the storage room, but the hold-me-and-don't-ever-let-me-go kind of need.
Knowing Spike needed her, emotionally as well as physically, had been such a turn-on for Willow that she'd straddled him while he was kissing her, reached between their bodies and stroked his growing erection before placing it at her entrance and lowering herself onto it. She rode him slow, matching his kisses.
Spike's hands lay on her hips, just holding her as she rose and fell over him. When he let go of her lips she began to nuzzle his neck, and that's when she noticed that the bite she'd given him the night before was almost completely healed.
"My mark's all gone," she pouted as she licked the spot. "Can't have that, can we, baby?" she whispered just before she pulled his flesh between her teeth and bit, breaking the skin.
"Cor, Willow!" Spike moaned as she licked the drops of blood off of his neck.
"Mine," she growled, then pulled the broken skin between her lips and sucked.
"Bloody `ell," he felt his body tense as it moved toward release. Without removing her lips from his neck, he leaned up and sank his fangs into her shoulder, drawing the powerful elixir from her body. Her scent filled his nostrils, her taste coated his tongue and Spike could wait no longer. He spurt his seed into her womb just as she threw her head back and came around him.
Exhausted, Willow fell forward onto Spike's chest, burying her face in his neck. His arms went around her back, pressing her close. Willow slipped her hands beneath his head, her palms cupping the back of his head, her fingers digging into his hair.
"I've got to go before Buffy comes looking for me," she said without moving.
"Mmm hmm," Spike agreed as his hands slipped down her back to cup her bum.
Willow reluctantly lifted herself off of Spike and, trailing her fingers over his face and lips, crawled off of the bed. She walked unsteadily to the bathroom and turned on the shower before looking in the mirror.
"Oh, my goddess!" she swore.
"Saw yer neck?" Spike asked with a self-satisfied smirk.
"No, my hair!" she cried. "And holy...look at my neck!"
"Just put a bandaid on it or somethin'," Spike suggested nonchalantly.
"Not the bite!" Willow appeared in the doorway. "Look at that bruise!"
Spike was sprawled on the bed with his hands behind his head.
"How'm I gonna explain that to Buffy?" she pointed at her throat where the vampire had grabbed her last night.
"Tell her the truth," Spike said. "That a vamp got ahold of you last night. Just emphasize the fact that old Spike here was there to save you," he pointed at her.
"Well," Willow was still fingering the bruise, "if I wear a scarf to cover the bruise it'll cover the bite, too." She wandered back into the bathroom and climbed in the shower.
After showering and washing her hair Willow dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a fitted white t-shirt and her favorite orange sneakers before fishing through her drawer for a scarf. She tied the scarf around her neck, making sure that it covered the bruise and the bite.
After finding the car keys Spike had dropped in his duster pocket the night before, Willow gave him a quick kiss goodbye, pulled the sheet up over him and raced down the stairs.
***
Willow parked the car in the Summers' driveway, walked up to the front door and knocked before trying the knob. The door was unlocked and she pushed it open.
"Hello," she called, "I'm here."
"Come on in, Will," Buffy called. "I'm in the kitchen."
Willow joined her friend in the kitchen and climbed onto a stool at the counter.
"Whacha doing?"
"Dishes," Buffy groused, "from, like, the last week."
Willow laughed and took a chip from the open bag on the counter. "Ew, stale!" she made a face.
Buffy laughed and threw the bag in the garbage, "I told you, a week!"
"Where do you want to go for lunch?" Willow asked.
"Wanna get subs at the Italian place?"
"Sure!" Willow readily agreed.
"Where'd you get that scarf?" Buffy asked as she turned her attention back to the dishes. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear one before."
Willow, taken off guard by the question, even though she had expected it, hesitated. "Uh, Buff," she finally said, "I have a little confession."
"What? It's your mother's?"
"Ha," she forced a laugh. "Actually, no. Now, listen, I'm fine," Willow held her hands up, "but last night...,"
"What happened last night?" Buffy interrupted, turning to face Willow with suds dripping from her hands.
"Well, I sort of went one-on-one with a hungry vamp."
"Mano-a-mano?" Buffy asked, partly worried, partly impressed.
"More like, mano-a-necko," Willow admitted a she pulled the scarf away from the side of her neck opposite Spike's bite.
"Willow!" Buffy rushed over to the counter.
"I'm fine, Buffy, really," Willow assured her as she let the scarf go and leaned back so Buffy didn't pull at the scarf and see the bite.
"Where was Spike?" Buffy demanded angrily, scared for her friend. "I'll kill that no-good, blood-sucking, bleached...vampire for letting you get hurt!" Buffy promised.
"He's the reason it's just a bruise, Buffy. Calm down," Willow covered Buffy's hand with her own. "I really am fine. Don't worry."
"I couldn't bear it if you were hurt because of me, Will," Buffy said.
"It wouldn't have been your fault, Buffy, but in any event, I'm fine. Really. Let's finish up these dishes and go get lunch, okay?"
"`Kay," Buffy squeezed her hand. "I'm glad you're alright."
"Me too!"
Willow and Buffy spent an hour chatting over subs at the Italian restaurant, where the blonde made Willow tell her the entire story of the attack, window shopped along Main Street, then stopped at the Espresso Pump for mochachinos.
Willow dropped Buffy off at home and left with the excuse that she needed to get some studying done, then drove to Spike's crypt. She found the blood in his refrigerator and pulled out two bags, wondered briefly how he got electric to run it and his television, then looked around for his clothes.
On the way over, she had decided to get him a clean change of clothes while she was here. She scoured the crypt trying to determine where he would keep his clothes, finally finding a pile on the floor, obviously all dirty. Shaking her head, Willow picked up the pile of dirty clothes and headed back to the car. Dropping the clothes and bagged blood in the back seat with her book bag, she climbed into the front and headed home.
Willow parked in the driveway and, head bopping to the last song she'd heard on the radio, opened the back seat door. She slung her book bag over her shoulder, grabbed the bags of blood and piled Spike's dirty jeans, t-shirts and button-ups in her arms. Kicking the door shut she headed up the walk. She stuck the key in the front door and it swung open.
Willow slipped through and looked behind the door to see Spike, wearing just his jeans, holding it open for her. He was so cute, she thought, with his bare feet and mussed hair.
"Hi, Spike!" she greeted him happily as she pulled the keys out of the lock and kicked the door shut. "Whacha doing up?"
"Looking for somethin' to eat," he replied. "You look good enough ta eat," he waggled his eyebrows.
"Here," she rolled her eyes and handed him the bags of blood, leading the way into the kitchen, dumping her armload in front of the washing machine in the laundry room off the kitchen, then setting her book bag on the island.
"What's that?" Spike nodded toward the clothes as he ripped into one of the bags.
"You want that warmed?" Willow asked as she pulled out a mug and handed it to him. "I figured while I was at your crypt I'd get you some clean clothes," Willow answered his question as she sat at the island. "You didn't seem to have any, so I decided to save you a trip to the laundry," she explained as Spike poured the blood into the mug and stuck it in the microwave.
"How long?" he asked.
"About a minute thirty," Willow suggested and Spike hit the appropriate buttons. He leaned back against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed over his bare chest and Willow found herself with her elbows on the counter, chin in her hands, just staring at him.
He was perfectly formed. Just absolutely perfect, she sighed.
"What're you thinking `bout, Witch?" Spike asked and Willow's eyes shot up to his.
"Nothing," she smiled as she slid off of the stool. She walked over and stood in front of him, running her hands up his arms to his shoulders. Sliding her hands down to his chest she dislodged his arms and continued down to his stomach.
"Red," he warned as he grabbed her hips.
"Mmm?" she leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his chest just as the microwave beeped.
"Dinner's ready," Willow said as she pulled away from him and resumed her seat at the island.
"S'not nice ta tease the vampire, luv," Spike told her as he grabbed the mug out of the microwave and took an experimental sip. Approving of the temperature he tipped his head back and drained the mug.
"Based on your definition I'm not teasing, `cause I'm willing to follow through, just, not right now, `cause, I have to study and you have to shower so I can wash your clothes. All of your clothes," she indicated the jeans he was currently wearing.
"What am I gonna wear?" Spike asked. "Ah," he held up his hand in understanding, "you just wanna get Spike naked."
"I'll give you a pair of my father's sweat pants to wear until your clothes are dry," Willow rolled her eyes, grabbed Spike's arm and dragged him up the stairs to her bathroom.
"An' what am I gonna do while you're studyin'?" he whined.
"You can watch tv."
"Ya got cable?"
***
While Spike was in the shower Willow got a pair of her father's sweat pants out, started a load of laundry, then made herself comfortable on the couch to give her logic assignment another go.
Spike came downstairs while she was reading, wearing just the sweat pants. His chest was bare and still damp, his hair finger- combed. He kissed the top of her head before settling down next to her on the couch and switching on the television.
"This ain't gonna bother you?" he asked as he flicked through the stations.
Television, bother her? Willow watched a drop of water as it slowly rolled down Spike's muscled chest. Sigh. Focus, logic assignment. She couldn't think about logic while looking at Spike's chest. Where's Mr. Spock when you need him? Okay, she thought, the faster I get this over with.
"Nope," she assured him as she switched position, resting her back against his arm and swinging her legs up on the arm of the couch. There, take that, naked Spike chest, she smiled as she turned her attention to the text in front of her, you can't distract me.
When Willow got up to trade her logic text for her Latin workbook she threw Spike's clothes into the dryer, then sat back down on the couch next to him, tucking her legs under her. She had decided to take Latin to help her with her witchcraft. She didn't want to mis-translate any more spells!
They sat together until the telephone rang. Willow looked at her watch as she walked to the phone stand, six-thirty.
"Hello," she spoke into the receiver.
"Willow, it's Giles."
"Hey, Giles," Willow greeted the ex-Watcher and heard Spike snort, "Pillock."
"What's up?"
"I just wondered if you'd be able to come in and do some research tonight. I don't want to intrude upon your weekend, but Angel called about `the power of the one'. Unfortunately," he continued without giving Willow a chance to answer, "he hasn't been able to find out anything more about the demons, but the streets in L.A. are buzzing with talk about this `power'. He's worried that something could happen soon."
"Oh, no," Willow said. "Of course, I'll come in. I'm in the middle of a homework assignment right now, but I'll get there as soon as I can. In fact," she smirked over at Spike, "I'll stop by Spike's crypt on the way and get him. I'm sure he'll be happy to help us research. Will the rest of the gang be there?"
"Buffy's supposed to stop by before patrol to drop Dawn off, but I don't know how much help she'll be with research. I left a message for Xander and Anya. I, er, I appreciate your agreeing to come in tonight, Willow."
"You're welcome, Giles," Willow said before hanging up the phone.
"Red, I don't wanna go research," Spike complained. "I like it fine right here."
"You want me to go alone?" Willow laid on the guilt as she walked back to the couch. "I'll just tell Giles that you weren't at your crypt when I got there."
"You're not goin' alone," Spike pulled Willow down on his lap. She dropped her workbook on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his.
"When do we hafta leave?" he asked in resignation.
"Sunset," she brushed his lips with her own, then snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Thought ya had ta study," Spike said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Do," she murmured sleepily. "Rather stay right here."
Spike brushed her hair away from her face, then dropped a kiss on her forehead, reveling in the feel of her soft, warm body against his.
***
Willow woke up slowly. Her cheek was resting against a hard, cool surface. Cool fingers brushed a strand of hair off of her face.
"Mmm," she turned her face into the light touch.
Cool lips kissed her forehead and Willow, eyes still closed, tilted her head back, lifting her lips for the soft brush of cool ones.
"Spike," she smiled before opening her eyes.
"Red," blue eyes twinkled back at her.
"Were you trying to wake me up?"
"You were snorin'," Spike replied.
"Was not," she giggled.
"Were too," Spike insisted.
"You were just bored," Willow accused.
"Was not."
"Mmm hmm. What time is it?" her head was still resting on his shoulder.
"`Bout a half hour `til sunset," Spike told her.
"Alright," Willow sighed and pushed away from him. "I need to use the bathroom." She climbed off of his lap, then leaned down to place a quick kiss on his lips before heading upstairs.
She relieved herself, splashed her face with cold water and brushed her teeth. Looking in the mirror she drew a brush through her hair then retied the scarf around her neck. With a smile she skipped down the stairs.
"How do you feel about a clean pair of jeans?" she called to the blond vampire as she headed to the kitchen and the laundry room beyond it.
"You know," Spike stood to follow her, "these things `re pretty comfortable," he plucked at the drawstring waistband of the sweat pants, "but I wouldn't be caught dead in `em in public," he finished as he stepped up behind her.
"Uh, Spike," she turned to face him with a pair of jeans in her hand, "you're already dead."
"Very funny, Red," he grabbed the jeans out of her hand and tossed them on the washer. "You know what I meant," he shoved the sweats over his hips and down his legs.
"Spike!" Willow squealed.
"What?" he looked up at her blushing face as he kicked the sweats off.
"You...you...you're supposed to do that in the bathroom, or the bedroom, or, or some other room that isn't here," her eyes traveled over his bare legs.
"What's a matter, Red," Spike got her attention and Willow looked up into his smirking face, "`fraid ya can't keep yer hands off o' me?"
"Well, actually," Willow swallowed hard, "yes." She reached out and trailed her fingers over his hip.
"Witch," Spike stepped into her, trapping her against the dryer.
Willow slid her hand around his hip to cup his behind and tilted her head back. Spike bent his head toward her, his tongue darting out to tease her lips. Willow opened her mouth and sucked his tongue in and Spike moaned. His hands were behind her head and on her bum, pressing her into him.
Willow pulled away from him breathing hard, her hands moved up to press against his chest.
"That was nice," her voice was breathless, her tone a little shy.
"An' it's gonna get nicer," Spike promised.
"Oh, I hope so," Willow agreed, "but that's gonna have to wait," she tried to push him back.
"Wait?" Spike growled. "Vampires aren't known for their patience, Red," Spike warned.
"Be that as it may," she said primly as she turned in his arms and bumped him with her hip, "we have to be at the Magic Box."
"Sod the Magic Box...Red," he groaned as she bent over to pull a t-shirt out of the dryer.
Willow looked back over her shoulder as Spike grabbed her hips. "Don't worry, baby," she smiled, "I'll make it up to you."
"You bloody well better," Spike pouted as he grabbed the t- shirt out of her hand and pulled it on over his head.
"An' quit your grinnin'!" he complained as he grabbed his jeans off of the washer and stepped into them, which only made Willow grin wider.
"I'm warnin' ya, Red," Spike said as he tucked his shirt in, then zipped and buttoned his jeans.
Willow tamed her grin and reached out to touch Spike's chest, covered by the tight black material. "I promise," she repeated.
"Mmm," he growled again, grabbed her arms and crushed his lips to hers before striding out of the room in search of his boots, leaving a breathless Willow behind.
When he came back carrying his boots Willow was folding his clothes and she handed him a pair of socks. He sat on the floor to pull on his socks and boots, then pulled his knees up and draped his hands over them.
"Why don't you heat up some blood," Willow suggested.
"Tryin' to get rid o' me?" Spike was still pouting.
"No," she denied, "I don't want to get rid of you. I just don't want you to be so hungry you're tempted to bite Xander if he gets on your nerves."
"Bugger that!" Spike shuddered then pushed himself to his feet and left the room. Willow heard the refrigerator door open and close as Spike retrieved the bag of blood.
When she was done folding she walked into the kitchen and found Spike leaning against the counter sipping his blood.
"You almost ready to go?" she asked.
"I guess," he whined.
"Okay. I just need to go upstairs and get my jacket," Willow said, trying not to smile.
"Already got it."
"Oh, okay. Then I'll just get my bag."
Spike finished his blood and rinsed the mug before following Willow out of the kitchen. She had packed her bag and was pulling on her jacket. Spike picked up his duster and threw it on.
"Oh, you remembered the dagger!" Willow smiled as she grabbed her bag and the keys and Spike picked up the dagger that had been under his duster. "I forgot all about it."
"Steel trap," Spike said, pointing to his head before pulling the front door open for her.
"Right," Willow agreed, rolling her eyes as she passed him.
***
When they arrived at the Magic Box, Spike carried in the axe, which Willow had put in the trunk when she went to pick up Buffy, and the dagger, while Willow hooked her book bag over her shoulder and grabbed the bag of fast food and the drink they'd picked up at the drive-thru.
Spike held the door for her and Willow breezed through, "Giles, we're here!"
"Good evening, Willow," Giles looked up from the tome he was reading. "Spike," he cautiously greeted the blond vampire.
"Watcher."
"We, um, I, grabbed some burgers," Willow kept talking, hoping Giles wouldn't catch her slip, "I, uh, didn't know if you were hungry, so I got extra." Willow put the bag and her drink on the table, then swung her book bag off of her shoulder and sat it carefully on the table.
Spike strode past them with the weapons, "Gonna clean these."
"Greasy burgers?" Giles asked as Willow walked into the kitchen. "I am a little hungry," he rubbed his stomach, "but I don't know if I'm that hungry."
"Oh, come on, live dangerously, Giles!" Willow teased as she dropped the paper plates and napkins on the table.
"What, you don't think living on the Hellmouth is enough?" Giles asked with a smile as Willow made her way around the table to her usual chair.
"Point taken," she laughed as she took her jacket off and hung it on the back of her chair. She pulled her book bag over and unloaded her laptop, plugging it in and booting it up before she drew the take-out bag over.
Willow unpacked three orders of burgers and fries onto the plates and immediately unwrapped hers and took a bite, chewing as she stood at the table.
"Hungry, Red?" Spike asked as he approached the table from the training room and saw her eating on her feet.
"Mmm," she nodded as she swallowed. "Hand me my drink, will ya?"
"Sure, Red," Spike said as he took his duster off and tossed it over the counter. He picked up her drink and handed it to her as he stepped around the table and took the chair next to hers.
"Thanks," she took a sip as she sat down. "I got enough for everybody," she nodded her head toward the other two plates.
"Nah," Spike said. "Well, maybe just a fry," he stole one off of her plate.
"Hey!" she slapped his hand.
"How was patrol last night?" Giles asked, interrupting their banter. There was no way Emily could be right about this matter, he just refused to believe it.
"Slow," Willow said, as she dialed up the Internet.
"Two fledges and five minions," Spike added as he pulled his book toward him.
"That's slow?" Giles raised an eyebrow.
"Seemed slow," Willow said at the same time Spike said, "Bloody `ell, yes. I need more violence `n that ta call it a good night!"
The bell at the front of the shop jingled forestalling Giles' surely scathing reply as Dawn bounced into the shop ahead of Buffy.
"Hey, Giles," the young girl called to the shop owner.
"Good evening, Dawn, Buffy," Giles replied.
"Hey, Giles," Buffy sounded tired.
"Hey, Spike, Willow!" Dawn cried excitedly as she flopped into the chair next to Spike, dropping her book bag on the floor.
"Are you alright?" Giles asked the blonde, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Hey, Dawnie," Willow smiled at the brunette.
"Niblet," Spike ruffled her hair.
"Hey!" Dawn slapped his hand away.
"I'm fine, just feeling a little overwhelmed, you know, with parenting," she confided quietly to her Watcher. "And you!" she turned on Spike. "You're just lucky she's alright."
"Buffy," Willow's voice pleaded for the angry Slayer to back down.
"How's your throat?" Buffy turned her attention from the blonde vampire to the redhead.
"Fine," Willow managed through gritted teeth. She wasn't sure if she was going to tell Giles about it, but now she knew she had to.
"What's wrong with your throat?" Giles demanded.
"Just a little bruise," Willow nervously fingered the scarf.
"I thought you said last night was slow?" his voice was incredulous.
"Well, it was," Willow defended herself, "right up `til the end." She proceeded to describe their battle with the three vampires and the fourth one that had sneaked up on her. "So, there I was, getting ready to high five myself after staking my vamp, when sneaky vamp gets me around the throat from behind."
"Darn that sneaky vamp," Buffy teased, feeling better about Willow's safety, and not dusting Spike, after hearing the whole story again, and the two girls giggled.
"Wow," Dawn sighed, "Spike was a hero."
"Hey!" Spike cried indignantly, "I don't go `round callin' you names, now do I?"
***
Buffy and Dawn, who both claimed not to be hungry, split the extra burger and fries and the five of them researched, well, chatted, until Riley showed up about a half an hour later and he and Buffy left for patrol.
After Buffy left, Dawn began searching carefully through the pile of demonology texts for the book she had been reading earlier that week and the four of them were soon busy researching, Dawn, Spike and Giles reading to the click, clack of Willow tapping at the keyboard. When Buffy and Riley returned almost two hours later they were no closer to finding out what `the power of the one' was, who the demons were, or what they wanted with it.
Buffy only stayed long enough to give Giles a report on patrol, then Riley gave her and Dawn a ride home so Dawn could get to bed for school the next day. Willow and Spike stayed and researched with Giles until Giles caught Willow stifling her third yawn.
"Willow, why don't you go home, you've got class tomorrow, too," Giles suggested.
"It's just...It makes me mad that I can't find anything!" Willow slapped the table before logging off of the Internet and shutting down the computer. "It's the proverbial needle in the haystack," she said as she unplugged and rolled the cords, then packed everything into her book bag.
"I'll walk ya out," Spike closed his book, stood up and swung his duster over his shoulders.
"Are you going home, too?" she asked her mentor as she pulled on her jacket.
"Yes, in a couple of minutes. I just need to lock up," he told her.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Giles," she picked up her book bag and walked around the table.
"Will Spike be coming with you?" Giles casually asked.
"Yes," Willow said, "unless he's got something better to do. Which I'm sure he doesn't," Willow said in a warning tone as she passed the blonde vampire.
"Then I guess I'll be here," Spike said to the Watcher. "Nothing gets the ol' blood pumpin' like a spot o' research before bed," he mocked as he turned to follow Willow out of the shop.
"Very funny," her voice drifted back to the Watcher who was rubbing the bridge of his nose.
***
The next few days passed uneventfully. Willow went to class, worked in the computer lab, studied in the library, met Buffy for lunch and then came home to wake Spike up. Spike was so pleased with the way Willow woke him up he decided to never get out of bed until Willow got home.
Sunday night Willow had shyly asked Spike if he wanted to come back to the house with her or if he had other stuff to do. Spike, his sexy English accent making it sound almost romantic, had told Willow that the only thing he was going to be doing that night was her. They'd stopped by his crypt for the rest of his blood and headed back to Willow's parents' house where Spike made good on his word.
In the evenings they ate supper together, Willow attempted to get a little more studying done while Spike watched the `telly', and then they went to the Magic Box to continue researching. They were still having no luck with `the power of the one' and both Willow and Giles were getting frustrated.
Willow was also able to make an appointment to have her parents' car checked out. She sent her parents an e-mail letting them know that she had moved back home and that she was using the car.
On Thursday, the peace was shattered. Willow woke up that morning with aching muscles. She swore that if she got the flu she was going to turn the doctor who had given her the flu shot into a frog. She showered, dressed and drove to school for her first class without further incident, but as the morning progressed, the pain got worse.
By the time she met Buffy for lunch, Willow could add stomach cramps to the aching muscles that were plaguing her. Buffy could tell something was wrong and Willow explained her symptoms. It sounded like a bad case of the flu mixed with major menstrual cramping which made Buffy wince in sympathy and suggest that Willow skip her afternoon seminar.
By the time they had gotten their food and sat down, Willow started to feel a tingling sensation between her thighs and she thought about Spike. Once the thought of the blonde vampire crossed her mind she couldn't stop thinking about him. Oh, goddess, she thought, not again. She made it through lunch with Buffy attributing her squirming in the chair to her not being able to get comfortable because of the pain she was in. Little did she know, Willow thought.
As soon as lunch was over, Willow told Buffy that she was going to take her advice and go home and rest. She practically ran to the car, then committed several traffic violations in her hurry to get home. She pulled the car to a stop in the driveway with a screech, then raced for the house. She unlocked the front door, stepped into the foyer and slammed it shut behind her.
She looked up and saw Spike standing at the foot of the stairs wearing just his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, as if he'd just thrown them on and ran down the stairs.
"Spike," she moaned.
"Willow," he was across the foyer before Willow knew what was happening. He shoved her back against the door and began kissing her, his hands roaming all over her body. Then he was literally tearing her clothes off of her.
Willow's fingers were clinging to Spike's arms and shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she kissed him back. Then he was tearing at her clothes and she was helping him until she stood naked before him. She shoved his jeans down over his hips and with a growl he lifted her and drove himself into her. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders as he slammed into her.
There was no foreplay, no love, just an animalistic need to mate. They both found release but it wasn't enough. Dropping to the floor Spike morphed and sank his teeth into Willow's breast. The taste of her blood made him hard and he began to thrust into her again. The sensation of her blood flowing into Spike's mouth brought Willow to climax and Spike soon followed. And still it wasn't enough.
Willow rolled Spike onto his back and latched onto his neck, bit him and lapped at the blood oozing from the wound. Spike reached between them and stroked her clit as she rode him, then pulled her down and sank his fangs deep into her neck, claiming her again. They found release, then curled around each other on the floor and slept.
Spike woke up to silence. He realized he was lying on the wood floor of the foyer, then his head cleared and the sound of Willow's heartbeat and her quiet tears reached his ears.
"Willow?" he rolled over and touched her arm. She was lying on her side with her back to him.
"What's happening to us?" she asked between tears.
"I don't know," Spike admitted.
"That was...that wasn't natural. At least not for humans," Willow said. "Was it natural for vampires?" her voice steadied as she began to treat their situation as a research project.
"No."
"We need help."
"Who...?"
"Giles," Willow said softly. "Giles can help us figure out what's going on," she rolled over and clung to him.