Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Nothing, really
Summary: Takes place during the summer after season 4, Willow is lonely, Spike’s in the right place at the right time. Pure fluff. (Tara and Willow have broken up OR were never together, whichever one works for you.)
E-mail: mkwilday@midtel.net <mailto:mkwilday@midtel.net.>
Feedback: Yes, please! Actually wrote this one before ‘Until Tonight’, but remember, I’m anal, so it didn’t get posted right away. This is only the second fic I’ve posted. Please let me know whether you like it, constructive criticism also welcome.
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 was dancing alone at The Bronze. Well, alone except for the fifty or so other bodies gyrating on the dance floor around her. She wasn’t drunk, but she would admit to being a tad bit tipsy. She wasn’t yet of legal drinking age, thus she had done a teensy-weensy little spell on her license so that when the doorman read it he happily allowed her to enter without the stamp that would announce her underage status to the bartender.
Spike walked into The Bronze, disgusted with himself. He hated this place, but he couldn’t go to Willy’s unless he wanted a fight, which would normally not be a problem, but tonight, for some reason, he didn’t feel like being the main attraction in a bar brawl. He sidled up to the bar and ordered a double shot of Jack, black, with a beer chaser.
The bartender set the drinks down in front of him and took the bill Spike laid on the bar to cover his tab. The bleached blond vampire downed the whiskey and took a long draw off the beer bottle, then turned around and leaned back, his elbows resting on the bar, the bottle dangling from his fingers as he surveyed the rest of the room.
It only took him a minute to notice the redhead moving on the dance floor, but it took him another full minute to wrap his mind around the fact that the redhead was none other than the Slayer’s little hacker friend, Willow. He immediately scanned the room again, looking for the Slayer. He didn’t see her, her soldier boy, or the moron and his demon girl, so he turned his attention back to the dance floor.
A slow song was playing and Willow was dancing alone, moving her hips and shoulders to the music. A fast song came on and her movements sped up, her hair flew around her face, her hands splayed flat on her rotating hips, then roamed over her stomach and up to her breasts. Spike watched as several men tried to dance with her. Willow didn’t discourage them, but neither did she give them any sign of encouragement.
The vampire finished his beer, then strode over to the dance floor and stood behind Willow without touching her.
„Where’s the Slayer, pet?“ he asked.
„Spike,“ Willow said without turning around.
„Where’s the moron?“
„Probably having sex with Anya,“ Willow answered in a disinterested fashion.
„And the Slayer?“
„Probably having sex with Riley.“
„So, you’re here alone?“
„Looks like.“
The music turned slow again and Willow backed up until she was rubbing her body against Spike’s as she danced.
„You had too much to drink, pet?“
„Maybe just enough,“ she answered without looking at him and without stepping away from him.
„That a fact?“
„You lonely, Spike?“ she asked out of the blue.
„I’m the big bad, luv. The big bad doesn’t get lonely.“
„Right,“ she scoffed as she pressed her butt more firmly against him. Spike grabbed her hips to hold her still.
„I get lonely,“ she said softly as she leaned her shoulders back against his chest, her hands covering his. „How long’s it been...since someone touched you? Loved you?“
„None of you’re business,“ Spike finally answered.
„If you were lonely,“ Willow said, „we could be lonely together. Would you touch me Spike?“ she asked as she tilted her head back to look up at him, arching her back so that her butt pressed into him and her breasts thrust forward. „Just for tonight. Tomorrow we’ll pretend it never happened.“
„Red...,“ Spike growled in warning. Willow ignored him as her hands moved his up to cover her breasts.
„Just for tonight, Spike?“ her breath tickled his neck.
***
Spike stepped back and started to turn away. Willow, disappointed, yet determined not to let it show, started to dance again, until Spike grabbed her hand and dragged her off of the dance floor after him.
„Spike!“ she cried in surprise.
„You got a jacket or anything?“ he asked over his shoulder as he pushed his way through the crowd to the front door.
„Uh, no,“ she replied and they didn’t speak again until they were on the sidewalk in front of The Bronze. „Where, um, where are we going?“
„Where were you planning on taking me?“ Spike’s lips twisted in his trademark smirk.
„I, um, well, I really hadn’t planned that far in advance,“ Willow admitted, blushing prettily.
„You rub your tight little bum against a vampire,“ Spike backed her up against the siding, „a horny vampire,“ he bent his head to her neck, „ask him to shag you ‘til you can’t walk,“ he breathed in her scent, „and you didn’t think about where you’d do the deed?“
„Well,“ she squeaked, „it was sort of spur of the moment and...and I didn’t say anything about not being able to walk!“
„Have you changed your mind?“ he licked her neck.
„Oh, goddess,“ Willow closed her eyes then opened them to find blue eyes staring back at her. „No,“ her voice squeaked again.
„You sure about that?“ he asked with another smirk.
Not if you keep making fun of me, she thought, but then his thumb grazed her breast and she said, „Yes. I’ve moved back home for the summer.“ „Then let’s get going, luv,“ he stepped back and started walking down the sidewalk away from The Bronze.
„Spike,“ Willow took a step to follow him.
„What?“ he turned back. Willow just held out her hand.
„We’re not dating, luv,“ Spike mocked.
Willow’s face fell and she clenched her fingers into a fist. „Right,“ she agreed, „we’re not.“ She turned on her heels and headed back toward The Bronze.
„Where do you think you’re going?“ Spike’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.
„To dance,“ she said without looking at him as she tried to pull out of his grip.
„To dance?“ he repeated. „Thought we were gonna shag,“ he tried to sound indifferent.
„Yeah, well, I’m not letting you touch the rest of me if you can’t even be bothered to touch my hand,“ Willow finally managed to pull out of his grip and continued walking.
„Oh, bloody hell!“ Spike swore, rolling his eyes and his head at the same time. He grabbed her hand and dragged her after him as he headed down the sidewalk toward Willow’s home.
„What do you think you’re doing?“ she asked imperiously.
„Holding your bleedin’ hand,“ Spike said and then thought to himself, ‘cause I sure as bloody hell want to get my hands on the rest of you.
***
The walk to Willow’s house was made in silence as Willow struggled to keep up with Spike’s long strides. When they reached her front porch Spike let go of her hand and stepped aside so she could unlock the door. Willow pulled the key out of her pocket and, with trembling hands, inserted it into the lock.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, then turned around to look at Spike leaning nonchalantly against the door jam. He was so...sexy. She couldn’t believe he had agreed to this. Heck, the walk home having cleared her alcohol and loneliness fogged brain, she couldn’t believe she had proposed this.
What was the witch thinking? She was probably going to back out now that she had reached the safety of her own home. He should just leave, forget about shagging the not-so-mousy redhead. Instead he said, „Gonna invite me in?“
She should shut the door and forget this madness. Instead she said, „It’s just tonight. No one knows. And tomorrow...,“
„Right, luv,“ Spike felt his body respond as he realized that Willow hadn’t changed her mind, „it never happened.“
„Come in, Spike,“ she whispered, backing up as he stepped over the threshold and swung the door shut behind him.
***
For what seemed like hours, but was really only seconds, they stood in the foyer staring at each other. Finally Spike broke eye contact and looked around him.
„What, um, what do you want to do first?“ Willow asked shyly, nervous.
„Do first?“ Spike looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.
„Yes, do first!“ Willow said, frustrated that he continued to make fun of her. „Do you want some hot cocoa? Do you want to watch TV? Or do you just want to do it right here on the floor and get it over with?“ Her voice rose as she finished her rant.
Spike looked into shining green eyes and said, „Kiss me.“
„What?“ she shook her head in confusion.
„Kiss me,“ he repeated.
Willow took a hesitant step forward and grabbed his duster to steady herself. Rising on her tip toes she placed her lips against his, parted them slightly and sucked on his bottom lip. She lifted her eyes and looked into his.
„Again,“ he said as he grabbed her hips, pulling her to him.
She ran her hands up his leather clad chest, wound them behind his neck and pulled his head down to hers. She kissed his lower lip, then his upper. Her tongue darted out to taste him. She took his upper lip between her teeth and bit down softly.
Spike raised his head and looked down at her in surprise. He took a step back and fell against the door, pulling her between his legs.
„More,“ he said before he lowered his head and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss. „Let me in,“ he moaned and Willow parted her lips to his searching tongue.
Spike finally released her lips so Willow could breathe, trailing his own along her jaw and down her neck, his hands on her back holding her tight against him. He found her pulse point and pressed his tongue against it, then sucked her skin into his mouth.
„Oh, goddess,“ Willow moaned as she let her head fall back. Her fingers tugged at his hair, pressing his head more firmly into her neck.
Spike sucked on her neck as his hands moved down to cup her buttocks, squeezing them, then traveled up her sides to cup her breasts. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, then lowered his mouth to the mound of flesh above her bra, one hand on her back to keep her from falling as the other kneaded her other breast.
Willow pushed his duster off of his shoulders and it caught at his elbows. She grabbed his biceps and ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders, squeezing him, feeling his muscles under her fingers. He lifted his head to switch his attentions to her other breast and Willow ran her hands down his chest, kneading the hard flesh under his t-shirt.
„Spike,“ her voice was breathless. „I want your shirt off,“ she told him when he looked up at her. He obediently straightened his arms so that the duster fell to the floor. Willow grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head, her fingers immediately going back to his cool chest as his tongue laved her nipple through her bra. He sucked her covered nipple into his mouth and closed his teeth on it.
„Oh, goddess,“ Willow moaned, grabbing his shoulder with one hand for support and burying the other in his hair as tingles shot from her belly.
Spike shifted his attention to her other nipple as his fingers worked the clasp at her back. He slid the straps off of her shoulders and pulled the material away from her before sucking her nipple into his mouth. One hand moved behind her to support her back while the other kneaded her breast.
„Spike,“ she moaned as moisture seeped from her core.
As the scent of Willow’s arousal perfumed the air Spike moved his hand to the waistband of her jeans. While his lips and teeth worried her nipple and the fingers of one hand tickled her back, the other slipped the button of her jeans and then unzipped them.
„Spike,“ she moaned his name again as his hand slid inside her jeans, her fingers digging into his shoulder.
He lifted his head and looked into wide green eyes. „You smell so good,“ his voice was deep and husky, „wanna taste you.“ Two fingers slipped between her folds and he coated the tips with her juices.
„Goddess,“ Willow’s head fell back as Spike’s fingers touched her. He withdrew his hand and held his fingers to his nose, breathing deeply before sticking a finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.
Spike tightened his arm around Willow, pulling her tight against him. Willow’s eyes shot up to his as she felt his erection pressing into her stomach. He lifted his other finger to his mouth, then paused. With deliberate slowness he held it to Willow’s mouth, wiping her juice on her lips. Willow automatically stuck her tongue out to lick her lips, tasting her salty essence.
Spike pressed his finger to her lips and Willow sucked it into her mouth. She licked it clean and then sucked on it. Spike closed his eyes and groaned as he imagined her hot mouth closed over his hard, throbbing...His eyes popped open as she bit him.
„Witch,“ he growled as he pulled his finger from her mouth. He placed both hands on her hips and began to tug her jeans down as he backed her into the living room. Willow grabbed his arms for support as she stumbled backward.
In what seemed like one smooth move Willow’s jeans were down over her hips and she was on her back on the couch. Spike knocked her sneakers off and pulled her jeans down her legs.
He was on his knees in front of her, spreading her thighs. „Ready, luv?“ he asked.
„Uh huh,“ Willow managed to get out.
Spike lowered his head and Willow’s fingers gripped the cushions as she realized that she hadn’t been ready at all for what he was doing to her. He licked and sucked on her, then inserted a finger, bending it to press against her. Willow mewled. Putting one foot on the couch and burying her hands in his hair, she lifted her hips.
„Spike, oh, goddess, Spike,“ she babbled as she ground herself against his face.
He closed blunt teeth over her clit and Willow screamed his name as she came, her walls clenching around his finger. He withdrew his finger and drank the sweet nectar that flowed from her body.
When Willow had recovered from her orgasm she looked into Spike’s brilliant blue eyes.
„How was that for ‘first’?“ he asked with a smirk.
Willow couldn’t stop the giggle that passed her lips. Goddess, she felt light headed, and her whole body felt as if it were floating.
„So, what’s next?“ she asked breathlessly.
Spike grabbed her arm and pulled her up and over his shoulder before he stood.
„Spike!“ Willow squealed as he slapped her butt.
„Where’s your room?“ he asked as he started up the stairs.
***
Willow woke up the next afternoon feeling well rested. She couldn’t remember when she’d slept so well. She stretched and then groaned as sore muscles protested the action. She blushed, smiling broadly as she remembered why her muscles ached. Spike. She’d asked him to touch her and he had. Goddess, had he ever!
She climbed out of bed and giggled as she staggered to the bathroom. He was right, she could barely walk. Willow showered and dressed in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a red tank top with sneakers.
She packed her book bag and headed over to Giles’ for a fun night of research, stopping at the deli to pick up a sandwich, and then the dairy bar for a mint chocolate chip cone. She was in such a good mood she practically skipped down the sidewalk.
She was licking her fingers clean of the last of the melted ice cream as she bounded down the steps to Giles’ apartment. When she reached the bottom she saw Giles sitting at a wrought iron table in the courtyard.
„Hi, Giles!“ Willow greeted the ex-Watcher as she walked around the fountain to join him.
„Willow, hello,“ Giles looked up from the text he was reading. „How are you this evening?“
„Great!“ Willow carefully sat her book back on the table and lowered herself into a chair. „Reading up on anything special?“ she asked as she pulled her sandwich out of the bag, unwrapped it and took a bite.
„No,“ Giles lifted the cover to show it to Willow, „just a new book I ordered. Very fascinating.“
„Uh, yeah,“ Willow agreed noncommittally as she read the title, ‘Demons in the New World, Personal Memoirs of a Demon Hunter, 1796-1801, Published Posthumously’. „Looks great.“
Willow finished her sandwich then took her trash and book bag inside to wash her hands, returning with her favorite demonology text, other than the Watcher’s Journals regarding Spike and Angel, and a bottle of water. She and Giles read in comfortable silence until the sun began to go down, at which time they moved inside.
Buffy and Riley showed up just after sunset to check in with Giles before they went on patrol. Willow was laughing at a joke Buffy had just told her when the front door opened to admit Spike.
„Giles, why don’t you have Willow do a de-invite spell?“ Buffy got in the first dig.
„Sod off, Slayer,“ Spike said as he took his duster off and threw it over the couch before vaulting over the back to sit on it.
The door suddenly opened again as Xander and Anya burst into the apartment. „We brought munchies,“ Xander held up the box of donuts.
„Really?“ Willow responded eagerly. „I’m starving,“ she rubbed her belly that already held a sandwich and an ice cream cone. „What kind did you get?“
„There might be a chocolate toasted coconut in here,“ Xander teased, shaking the box.
„Yay!“ Willow was jumping up and down, oblivious to the looks Buffy and Spike were giving her. Spike noticed that the redhead was smiling more than she usually did. He also noticed all that pale flesh bared by the shorts and the tank top. Mmm, red, his favorite color.
After donuts were had by all Buffy and Riley left for patrol and Willow, now on a sugar high in addition to the high-on-life, or rather, high-on-sex, she’d been riding, tried to settle down to research. She couldn’t get her mind around the words she was reading, a fact which she blamed on the sugar and which, she swore to herself, had nothing to do with the blond vampire sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and his feet resting on the coffee table. Nothing at all.
Xander and Anya also got very little research done, but that was par for the course. Willow found herself having to hide a smile behind her book when she heard Spike mutter, get a room. Goddess, she felt so...giddy. What was wrong with her? It was just sex, with Spike, and, truth be told, it wasn’t that great. Oh, who was she trying to kid, it had been amazing!
Willow suddenly sat up in her chair and slammed the book closed on the table. „I’ve got to go,“ she said, grabbing her book bag and heading for the door. „Uh, goodnight,“ she paused for a moment at the door and then pulled it open and was gone.
Spike stood, tossed his book on the table, grabbed his jacket and followed Willow out the door. „Can’t let the little witch walk home all by herself,“ he said as he too disappeared out the door leaving the others to stare after them.
He easily caught up to Willow. „Witch,“ he said.
„Uh, Spike,“ Willow said. „What, um, what do you want?“ she stammered.
„Make sure you get home in one piece,“ he replied and they walked the rest of the way to Willow’s house in silence.
Spike followed Willow onto the porch and waited until she had unlocked the door and walked inside. „Gonna invite me in?“ he asked.
Willow’s heart raced and she could barely breathe. „Just for tonight,“ she replied.
End