Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own neither Willow, nor Spike. Joss and Mutant Enemy does. And I don't own Vics.
Distribution: Don't know why you'd want it, but ask and you shall receive.
Feedback: Pretty please, I'll be your love slave forever and ever.
Authors Note: In a note she sent us, Inell said she was sick, it's probably
the same thing as me, so I sorta got inspired. And since I'm feelin' well
enough, I decided to type it up for everyone and her. A little something
I wrote (in a drowsy, sleepy state in bed)while I wished for two things:
1. Vics Vapor Rub
2. Gorgeous man to comfort me while I lied there in bed and sniffled
every 5 minutes
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Spike stood shirtless near the side of the bed, getting ready to put on some stuff that the little chit had said would help her to breath. But she slowly unbuttoned the blue satin pajama top she wore (the only thing she had on), eventually removing it. And lying back, she simply stared at him with her wicked, slumberous green eyes as his gaze traveled along the perfection that was her body.
*It wouldn't be right, she was all sick and stuffy...and naked....his poor little Red.*
"If you think you can tempt me..." he couldn't take his eyes off of her, "..you can." He took some of the medicine and applied a very ample amount to his hands. Rubbing Vics Vapor Rub along her shoulders, all over her chest, her breasts over and over again until her nipples were hard and tight, then pinching the pink buds.
Smoothing down her rib cage and all the way down to the very lowest point of her stomach. Slick and Tingling, she laid under him as he rubbed himself against her, giving in to her full lips, parted as she breathed laboredly. Massaging her breasts, he kissed her softly. He moaned. He'd never thought something like *this* could be so sensual. He took some Vics and ran it over her thighs and clit. Massaging the responsive button with the ointment. Feeding her hunger while he devoured her lips.
Moving up, he kissed her nose before trailing his full mouth down her throat, chest and down her stomach until his lips touched the dark soft down of her curls, nuzzling them. Parting her with his fingers, his tongue licked the glistening, engorged flesh there. Those full lips pouting at him, tempting him as he could do nothing but kiss them deeply, as he would her other mouth, his magnificent wicked tongue flickering back and forth across her clit, then swirling.
Her thighs were splayed, tense with pleasure.
Over and Over again he devoured her, suckling, laving, plowing her with his tongue. Buttocks cupped in his large hands, he pushed her higher, to facilitate his onslaught and drink his fill of her. Her fingers that were delved into his silky blond hair, and with a slight growl in appreciation of her need for more, he buried his mouth against her.
He heard the delightful music of her tortured, husky moans. Her silky white thighs closed around his head, and thankful that he didn't have the need for air, ate her harder, unleashing the hunger he had ruthlessly held on to. Her body shook, fingers clenched tight in his hair from pleasure, nearly sending him off to come in his way-too- tight black jeans...
Spike unsnapped the top of his jeans, moving his head up from between Willow's thighs and licking his full lips. Body shivering, her bruised pink lips were parted, air shuddering out of them. Her glazed green eyes were shocked, lids lifted slightly as she looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed, along with the rest of her body....
She was absolutely mouthwatering, even though she *was* sick.
Spike stroked his hand over the thick bulge in his jeans, and groaned deep in his throat. He got off the bed, slowly pulling down his zipper as her hot, bewitching eyes watched his movements. He began to slowly lower it before raising it once more... she moaned, and when it finally came all the way down, she let a sigh of satisfaction.
The cool luscious meat of his cock catched the material of his jeans for two seconds before springing free, before he removed them. Spike gave her a big, wicked grin that made her nearly want to scream in frustration. Instead, she drew his teasing blue gaze to the motions of her hand as it slid down and played with her tingling, sensitive pussy, distracting him, and, not wasting a second of time, Willow rushed up, sliding her flattened palms into the waist band of his jeans, cupping his ass hard before pushing them over his lean hips and down his pale hard toned thighs.
Spike kicked the well-worn material off once they reached his feet, pulling her to him and kissing her lushly, seductively...growling when he felt her touch on him.
Willow wrapped her hand around his shaft, and Spike shuddered and groaned into her mouth. She stroked the thick length of him in her palm, glanced her thumb over the wide tip, and was rewarded with a drop of moisture. She looked back up into his blue eyes and watched them glaze over as she darted her pink tongue out and licked the pearly, salty substance off.
He nearly threw her down right then and there, his demon wanting nothing more that to fuck her hard, deep, and fast. But his poor little Red was sick, and he wanted to make her happy and play however she wanted to play... he lent down and licked her lips gently. She whimpered softly and rubbed her slick self against him.
Spike sucked in a ragged, but un-necessary, breath. Her skin was silk and he longed to rub himself against it from head to toes. Stroking his hands down her arms, he brushed his lips against hers, laid her down on the bed, and straddled her hips. His tongue was seducing hers, wetly teasing until she chased it into his mouth. Her favorite game. She smiled as they played.
*Ah, Christ, she was whimpering.* Spike gently ran his fingers along her thighs, widening them just a bit before sliding slowly into her. Gradually, his thrusts got faster, going deeper as her gasps and whimpers sped up. He plunged and he plunged, staring deep into her green pleasure-filled eyes, with his forearms on either side of her head, watching her. He felt her straining under him and with a feral grin changed his thrusts so that he hit her g-spot.
Willow made a wild sound and arched her back,and one of Spike's hands went to her back to support her as she came. He touched his lips to hers, loving the feel of her trembling under him. And he couldn't help but purr when her slender arms circled his back. Spike resisted the urge to mark her with his bites all over her throat and chest, like he usually did, pretty sure it could make her feel worse. So he just kissed her deeply, frenziedly, until he went over the edge with her once again, his face buried in her throat.
Spike felt her hands running up and down his back, relaxing him, making him feel tender. He started to bath her throat with his vampiric tongue kisses. She kissed his cheek, her soft lips making him sigh. Willow ran her finger's through his hair. "Thank you..", she whispered in his ear. "Your very welcome sweet one..."licking her a last time, "now rest while I get a bath ready."
Spike went into the bathroom, filling the tub with very warm water and dimming the lights. When he got back, he picked her sleepy form up into his arms, kissing her forehead before he laid her gently in the water, getting in behind her. She laid her head on his right shoulder as he took a sponge and slowly squeezed water onto her shoulders. He ran it along every inch of her skin, lathering it before slowly pouring water to cleanse it.
They soaked in the water until Willow's skin started to prune. After, he bundled her into two big fluffy towels. He patted the wet droplets from her skin and covered her up once again, taking her in his arms and cuddling her...
Spike fell asleep with a wide smile on his face and his sleepy girlfriend's hand on his ass.
The End