Rating:NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Minimal, mentions things that happened in ‘Lover’s Walk’, season 3, ‘Wild at Heart’, ‘The Initiative’ and ‘Pangs’, season 4
Summary: ‘Something Blue’ never happened, Willow finds another way to get over Oz
E-mail: mkwilday@midtel.net
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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Spike took every opportunity he could to rub against the redhead that night and the little hitch in her breathing and the flush that suffused her normally pale skin were slowly setting his borrowed blood to boiling.
Soldier boy was unavailable for patrol so the Watcher had accompanied the Slayer on her nightly rounds, moron and his demon chit were at a Christmas party for the employees of the construction company he worked for and that left the sweet smelling witch to research the latest bad to come to Sunnydale and to keep an eye on the big bad currently inhabiting Giles’ apartment.
Spike remembered how good her neck had smelled last year when he’d kidnapped her and the moron. Despite the success of his plan to torture his dark princess until she loved him again, he’d found himself thinking about the redhead, wondering what she tasted like, what her soft, warm body would feel like beneath him, around him.
When he first returned to Sunnydale he’d been too concerned with obtaining the Gem of Amara and killing the Slayer to think about the redhead. But ever since that night in her dorm room when he’d been this close to tasting the intoxicating blood that flowed through her veins, and now that he was living in the Watcher’s apartment where her scent permeated the air, Spike was in vampire hell. He’d been aching to touch her, to taste her, but he never had the opportunity. Until tonight.
Willow got out of the chair she had been sitting in to read the thick text she held and walked over to the table. Spike watched her movements under hooded eyes as he pretended to be engrossed in the telly. She bent over the table to search through the books piled there. With vampiric speed and stealth he stood and moved behind her, placing both hands on the table to either side of her.
„Witch,“ he said softly and Willow jerked upright, coming up hard against Spike’s chest.
„Spike,“ her voice squeaked as she felt his hard, muscular chest against her back. „What are you doing?“
Spike ran his right hand gently up her right arm. „How long’s it been...since the wolf left?“ he asked as he tilted his head to the left and sniffed her neck.
„A c-couple of weeks,“ Willow’s voice was still squeaky. „Wh-what are you doing?“ she asked again as she tried to pull away from him.
„Mmm,“ Spike breathed in deeply, „you smell so good.“
Willow felt herself get dizzy as a sense of deja vu washed over her.
„Do you miss it?“ Spike asked as he slipped his left arm around her waist, placing his hand, fingers splayed, on her belly and pulling her tight against him.
Goddess, Willow moaned to herself, he was so hard. His chest, his thighs, his...eep, everything was hard! She felt a tingle between her thighs as she realized that she had done that to him, and she hadn’t even meant, or tried, to.
I mean, she thought to herself, this is Spike. Sexy and, well, vampire. Sure, he’d said he thought about biting her, that time he’d kidnapped her and Xander, and he’d even remembered what she was wearing, but she never imagined he’d thought about doing this!
Willow finally jerked back to the present as cool fingers slipped beneath her top and touched her stomach.
„Spike, no,“ Willow grabbed his hand just as his fingers began to dip beneath her waistband.
Spike gently pulled Willow’s left hand behind her back, then her right, closing the fingers of his left hand around both wrists. His right hand snaked back around her waist, slipping the button on her jeans and unzipping them before Willow realized what he was doing.
„No, Spike!“ Willow struggled weakly as his fingers tickled her belly through the denim. „Spike, please...!“
„Please what?“ he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck as his hand slipped inside her jeans.
„Oh, goddess,“ Willow moaned as his cool breath on her neck and his cool fingers on her belly caused her nipples to pebble and the tingles between her thighs to turn to liquid heat.
„Shit!“ she groaned in disbelief, her head falling back as his finger slipped between her slick folds and his lips closed on her neck. She couldn’t believe he was doing this to her. Heck, she couldn’t believe she was letting him. Not that she was letting him, letting him, but she could fight a little harder if she wanted to. She found that she didn’t want to fight. In fact, she was barely keeping herself from begging him for more.
„Spike!“ the convulsing fingers of one hand closed around his jean-clad erection behind her as he shoved a second finger inside her.
„No, Spike, oh, goddess,“ Willow was moaning incoherently, her legs barely holding her up. She’d never been touched like this before, never felt like this.
„Want me to stop?“ Spike teased, licking her ear as his fingers pressed against her.
„No-o!“ Willow practically screamed as Spike’s thumb brushed her clit and she came around his fingers. When Willow came down Spike was licking his fingers clean of her juices.
„Oh, goddess,“ she moaned, then, „Wh-what are you doing?“ as Spike shoved her jeans and panties down over her hips.
„That tasted so good,“ he stuck a finger back in his mouth as Willow watched him over her shoulder, „I need more.“ He twirled her around so she was facing him and pushed her back on the table. Before Willow knew how it happened her jeans, panties and sneakers were on the floor.
Spike spread her thighs and looked at the swollen flesh visible through the thatch of red curls. His erection throbbed painfully and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her heat. Instead he looked up at Willow and licked his lips.
„I’m gonna make you scream, little girl,“ he smirked before lowering his head.
The anticipation was almost enough to make Willow scream. Her swollen mound throbbed with the need to be touched again. Spike stuck his tongue out and tickled her and she almost jumped off of the table. She grabbed his hair with both hands and he looked up at her with eyes that flashed yellow.
„Make me scream,“ she hissed, surprising them both.
Spike, never one to waste an opportunity, recovered quickly. He smirked and lowered his head. Willow screamed.
Before she recovered from her second orgasm Spike stood, lowered the zipper on his jeans, freed himself and drove into her.
„Oh, goddess!“ Willow groaned breathily as he filled her. She looked at his face, contorted in painful pleasure as he pumped into her and still wet with her juices, and thought she’d never seen anything more beautiful.
The fingers of one hand gripped her hip, the other roughly shoved her shirt up and pulled her bra down, freeing her breast. He lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth as he thrust, his new position causing his pelvic bone to slam into her already sensitive clit.
„Spi-ike,“ she began to keen, her fingers gripping his shoulders, his hair. „Oh, goddess, Spike, I can’t...aahh!“ she threw her head back as she came.
Her walls tightened around him and, without thinking, Spike morphed and sank his fangs into her breast, drinking the sweet blood he’d only dreamt about. Willow screamed again as her muscles continued to contract and they came together.
The first thing Willow said when she could talk was, „You bit me!“
„Mmm,“ Spike agreed happily as he licked the twin puncture wounds on her breast. He didn’t know why the chip hadn’t gone off, but he didn’t care. He finally had a taste of the witch. The only problem was, he now realized that one taste would never be enough.
Spike suddenly stood up and pulled Willow to her feet where she swayed unsteadily. He grabbed her clothes off of the floor and shoved them into her hands.
„Watcher’s coming. Bathroom,“ he explained as he pushed her toward the hallway.
„Shit...shoot!“ Willow swore softly as her mind cleared and she raced for the bathroom.
Spike tucked himself in and looked the table over to make sure they hadn’t left any evidence of their activities behind, then went into the kitchen to rinse Willow’s juices off of his face and hands.
By the time Buffy and Giles came through the front door bickering good-naturedly, Spike was sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table and the remote in his hand and Willow was just coming out of the hallway that led to the bathroom.
„Willow,“ Giles greeted her. „Thank you for staying with Spike. He wasn’t any trouble, I trust.“
„N-no problem,“ Willow stammered, „and no, he wasn’t any t-trouble at all,“ she unconsciously lay her fingers over the bite on her breast.
„That’s right, Watcher, I was real good. Wasn’t I, witch?“ Spike smirked at her.
„I, um, I’m kind of tired,“ Willow ignored the blond vampire and began to repack her book bag. „I’m going to head back to the dorm now. Buffy, you coming?“ she asked.
„Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow, Giles.“
„Goodnight, Buffy, Willow.“
„Bye, Giles. Spike,“ Willow tried not to look at him as she passed him on her way to the door.
„Witch,“ Spike said. „Be seeing ya,“ he promised.
His voice sounded different, not the usual sarcastic and mocking tone she’d become used to. She glanced at him and looked into eyes that were dark and seemed to bore right through her, as if he knew her, knew everything about her. He wasn’t smirking now, she thought as she continued out the door
Willow lay in bed later that night thinking about Spike as the private place between her thighs ached. Not the painful kind of ache, but the kind of ache that had her wanting to race back to the apartment and beg him to touch her again. But that wasn’t going to happen. Was it? Goddess, she’d never felt as alive as when Spike was touching her. But it was wrong. Right? Right, very wrong.
She smiled to herself as she remembered the surprise on his face when she’d told him to make her scream. And then she moaned to herself as she remembered that he had. This was going to be a long night. All she could think about was Spike. What had he done to her? Goddess, she’d never spent this much time thinking about the blond vampire until tonight!
End
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