Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Willow learns the power of wishful thinking. Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff!
Notes: I've never actually tried bondage (honest!), but I'd do it for (or to) Spike! * * indicate emphasis.
Feedback: It's ALL about the feedback! (And naked Spike!) Don't make me beg, it's not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would?
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Willow woke to darkness and confusion. She tried to open her eyes until she determined that she was blindfolded. An attempt to lift her arm to remove the blindfold told her that she was also tied down. She pulled and tugged on the binds that held her wrists and ankles but they were securely tied. She paused in her struggles to take stock of her situation.
She was blindfolded and tied spread-eagled to a soft surface, not a bed, more like a padded table, and apparently, naked. She was still confused, but now she was scared, too. She struggled furiously to loosen the bonds until she felt cool air blowing on her neck. She swung her head around in an attempt to hit whoever was there.
"Who's there?" she asked, trying to sound brave, but failing miserably.
"Who's *there*?" she asked again, pulling at the straps. She heard the sound of a metallic click, which sort of reminded her of a cigarette lighter, and her heart started pounding madly.
"Cor, I miss that smell," Willow heard a voice in the darkness. "The smell of fear is like an aphrodisiac, you know. At least, to a vampire."
"Spike?!" Willow was shocked.
"Yes, pet?"
"What, um, what are you doing?" she asked nervously.
"What's it look like I'm doin', luv?" he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.
"I, um, well," Willow began to babble, "I can't really, you know, *see* anything, so I'm not exactly sure *what* you're doing. Am I, um, am I completely *naked*?" she squeaked fearfully.
"Yep," Spike sounded proud of himself. "Want proof?" he asked and before she could answer he leaned forward and licked her nipple which immediately pebbled at the contact.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned and closed her eyes needlessly under the blindfold. She was tied...*naked*...to...something...and Spike...*Spike*...was here...*looking* at her, and he *touched* her *breast* with his...oh, goddess...his *tongue*!
She wanted to die. Well, not really, she amended, `cause if Spike heard her say that he could probably bite her without any repercussions in the form of massive migraines, which would be a bad thing. She'd be satisfied if the floor would open up and swallow her, although, living on the hellmouth and all, that might not be a good thing to wish for, either.
"What are you thinking about, witch?" Spike asked.
"N-nothing," Willow stammered.
"Liar," he said, "I can see your wheels spinning from here. Wishing Buffy would come and save you?" he asked.
"N-no, I mean, yes," she said and Spike laughed. "I didn't mean that I didn't *want* her to come save me," Willow tried to fix her blunder, "just that I hadn't gotten that far, yet. But, I would have."
"So," Spike said, "what do *you* think I'm doing?"
"I, um, I don't know," Willow fibbed. She was naked, it's not like he wanted to play a board came. Except, she was kind of lying on a board, if you wanted to get technical about it. Which she didn't. Oh, and, why would Spike wanna...you know..with her? "Are you, um, *naked*?" she squeaked again.
"Do you want me to be?" Spike asked and Willow could picture his smirk.
"No!" she fibbed again. Shoot, could he tell if she was fibbing? Probably. She was probably blushing like crazy, a sure indication. She absently wondered how far down the blush went, then mentally slapped herself for getting off-track.
She suddenly felt cool fingers brushing her stomach and jumped in surprise. "Spike?"
"Yes, luv?" he asked as his fingers traced patterns on her belly.
"What, um, what are you doing?" her voice had taken on a permanent squeak. She wondered if it would stay that way, you know, like your mother told you your face would when you scrunched it all up.
"Touching you," he responded.
"Oh. Um, why?" she asked.
"Been dying to," he said as his fingers touched the bottom of her breast. "Not literally, of course."
"Y-you *have*?" her voice turned into a moan as both hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs grazed her nipples.
"Bloody hell, yes," he groaned as her nipples puckered at his touch. He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned as moisture seeped from her core as his cool tongue laved her nipple. She arched her back, silently begging him to take more.
How often had she thought about Spike touching her like this? Too many times to count. Was this another dream? Goddess, she hoped not. And if it was real, was it the power of wishful thinking? Again, she hoped not, `cause she suddenly didn't want the floor to open up and swallow her. She wanted to stay right here.
Spike placed one hand on the table on the other side of her as he leaned across her to suck her other nipple into his mouth. His other hand kneaded the breast he'd just abandoned, squeezing the entire mound and then rolling the nipple between his fingers. Willow felt the rough cotton of his t-shirt against her stomach and she pulled against her bonds in an attempt to press her thighs together.
"Need something, pet?" Spike lifted his head to look at her flushed face, her mouth slightly open as she panted.
"No!" she lied again, although she wondered why she bothered. It was just, he had her at such a disadvantage, I mean, hello, naked and tied up, she didn't want to give him more of a hold, ooh, she moaned silently as he pinched both nipples. Maybe a bad choice of words.
She shuddered as she felt his cool breath on her neck, and then his tongue pressing against her pulse point as his fingers continued to twist and pull at her nipples.
"Aaahh," she moaned as he sucked the sensitive skin at her neck into his mouth. The feel of his lips and tongue on her neck, his fingers on her breast, had Willow tugging at her bonds, pressing her heels into the padding as she sought relief.
She turned her face toward him, struggling to touch him. He lifted his head from her neck and her lips brushed his ear. She flicked her tongue out before closing her teeth on it.
"Bloody hell," Spike groaned.
"Spike," Willow moaned, lifting her face toward him.
Spike buried his hands in her hair, slightly dislodging the blindfold, and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
"Spike, please," she moaned as he did the same to her upper lip.
"Please take the blindfold off," she continued to pull at her bonds. "I need to see you."
Spike lifted his head and stared down at her, then slowly moved one hand up the back of her head, shoved the blindfold off and pulled it away from her face. Willow blinked her eyes in the dim light thrown off by the candles scattered around the room, then settled her gaze on Spike's face above her.
"Spike," she lifted her head and touched her lips to his, running her tongue along them. Spike groaned as he held her head steady with both hands and crushed his lips to hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
He lifted his head and brushed her hair off of her face.
"Spike," she was breathing heavily, "take your shirt off." Willow watched with hungry eyes as he obediently lifted the black t- shirt over his head.
"I want to touch you," she tugged at the bonds as she looked into deep blue eyes.
"You can," his voice was low, his fingers trailing a path along the inside of her thigh, "when I'm done touching you."
"*Ooohh*," Willow jerked her arms and legs in frustration. "You're *taking* too long," she whined and Spike laughed.
"S'not funny," she pouted then, "Ah, ah, ah!" as Spike's fingers trailed across her weeping center.
"Spike, please," she pleaded and he slipped a finger between her slick folds. Willow closed her eyes and Spike watched the expressions run across her face as he pleasured her.
He pulled his finger out and her eyes shot open. "No, don't stop," she begged as she looked into his eyes. He placed two fingers against her and she closed her eyes gratefully as he slid them home.
"Yes," she hissed as he bent his fingers against her, her arms still straining against the bonds, her heels digging into the table as she tried to lift her hips toward him.
He rubbed the heel of his hand against her, pressing delightfully on her clit, as his other hand attended once again to her breasts.
"Spi-ike," her body tensed then shuddered as she finally found release.
When her muscles had relaxed and her breathing slowed, Willow opened her eyes to see Spike licking her juices off of his fingers.
"Feel better?" he smirked.
"Are you going to untie me now?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"Not done, yet," he said as he moved to the end of the table. He undid the leather strap from the table, bent her leg at the knee and pushed it back before retying the strap around her ankle to the side of the table.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Willow asked, feeling even more exposed, a fresh wave of fear and anticipation running down her spine.
Spike walked around the table without responding. He performed the same procedure with her other leg, leaving her legs spread wide, her private area open to his ravenous gaze as he stood at the end of the table.
Y-you don't need these," Willow pulled at the leather straps.
"I know," Spike smirked as he pushed a button and dropped the end of the table down, "just like `em."
He fell to his knees on the padded step at the end of the table, spread her with his thumbs and buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking, drinking her honey'd juices as he brought her to orgasm, screaming his name as she ground herself into his face.
It took Willow a little longer to recover this time. She couldn't remember ever cuming so hard. And twice! She dimly heard the click as Spike lifted the end of the table back into place. Rolling her head and forcing her eyes open she saw Spike shove his jeans down his legs and step out of them before tossing them aside.
Ooohh, naked Spike, she thought, then, oh, no, naked Spike!
"What, um, what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"You're the smart one," he smirked as he crawled onto the table between her legs, "I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned, "I don't think I can..."
He knelt, positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid his head inside her before pulling it back out.
"Oh, goddess..."
He teasingly pumped his head in and out of her as his fingers released the leather straps from around her ankles. He triumphantly held the leather straps up then fell over her, catching himself before he landed on her and thrusting all the way inside her.
Willow screamed deliciously, wrapping her legs around his waist and sending shivers down Spike's back as he buried himself inside her hot passage. Bloody hell, he thought, she was so bleedin' *tight*.
"Spike, Spike, Spike," she chanted as he pumped into her, rubbing her already sensitive clit with every thrust. He shifted his weight onto his knees and ran his hands up her arms to her wrists. He grabbed the leather and pulled, tearing the straps. As soon as her hands were free she buried them in his hair and pulled his head down to hers, capturing his lips, kissing him and moaning into his mouth as he brought her to the edge once more.
Spike lifted his head and, bracing himself on his arms, gave one final thrust. They came together, screaming each other's names. Spike fell onto her and Willow wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight.
When she could speak again, she breathlessly asked, "Why?"
"I could smell you every bleedin' time you walked into the room, every time you looked at me or spoke to me. Drove me bloody nuts. Couldn't take it anymore. Knew *you'd* never make the first move," Spike's voice was muffled in her neck.
"This was a *first move*?!" Willow asked incredulously.
"I'm a vampire, luv, what did you expect, dinner and a movie?" she felt his lips twist into a smirk against her neck.
"I didn't expect anything," she responded softly as she ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, "just, you know, wishful thinking."
End