Getting Over It

Author: Sylver

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Willow is tired of feeling bad about Oz leaving, and decides to take matters into her own hands

Spoilers: Season 4, after Oz leaves, but ‘Something Blue’ never happened.

Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.

Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.

Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!

Special Thanks: Kitura for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.

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~Part: 1~

Willow stumbled into Giles’ apartment two hours late, gave the bemused watcher a little wave, and flopped down on his couch.

 “Willow, you’re late,” he admonished.

 “Yeah, oops. I lost track of time,” she responded nonchalantly.

 “This isn’t like you. Are you feeling ok?”

 “I’m ‘fine’. Sheesh, just because I stop moping around, suddenly you’re all suspicious of me,” she accused.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything, I was just concerned.”

 “Well there’s nothing to worry about. So, go on and have a good time.”

 “Alright, if you’re sure everything is ok?” Giles asked again, unsure, but Willow flashed him a brilliant smile and gave an affirmative nod. “Well, Buffy and I will only be gone a couple of days, and Xander will be by tonight to watch Spike while you’re at your study session.”

 “Okey dokey doggy daddy! Have fun, and you crazy kids don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she said, jumping up and practically shoving him out the door. He paused to give her one last quizzical look before turning to go.

 “Damn, I thought he’d never leave,” Willow muttered to herself, as she grabbed his bottle of brandy from the shelf and took a large swig, gasping somewhat as it burned its way down her throat..

 “That you, red? Hey! I’m starving in here!”

 Willow strolled to the bathroom, peeking around the corner, to see Spike securely chained in the tub.

 “There you are. You got my blood or what?” Spike asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

 “Sure I’ve got plenty of blood,” she sighed, running her wrist just in front of his face, teasingly.

 “Oh you’re bloody hilarious,” he retorted bitterly.

 “Yes I am, aren’t I?” She gave a little giggle and took another swig of brandy.

 “Are you drunk?”

 “No, but with any luck I will be.” She took an even larger swig and passed the bottle to Spike, who grabbed it and took a long pull himself, spilling a great deal on his shirt as well, hindered by his chains.

 “Alright, if you’re not drunk, then what’s the deal?”

 “What do you care Spike?”

 “I don’t, I’m just curious.”

 “Let’s just say that I’m tired of being poor little Willow,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub, “the quiet, geeky, doormat, not woman enough to hold on to her man.” As she said this, she ran her fingers along Spike’s chest, causing a jolt of electricity to run through his body. “Actually I’m tired of men too. All they ever do is lie. They lie so they can get what they want, and then they leave you.”

 “So what, you gonna join the pink team now, are you?”

 “The what? Oh, you mean girls. Maybe, I hadn’t thought that much about it really. I just want something different.” She was eyeing him like a wolf does before it tears into its prey. Her fingers began to stroke him harder, running down his stomach to brush across the growing bulge in his pants.

 “Hey! Watch it! What are you doing?!” Spike yelled out in shock, trying to jump back, but unable to go anywhere. This was a set-up, it had to be! The slayer was probably just around the corner, waiting to stake his ass for making an unwelcome advance on her little mate.

 “Well, I was just thinking,” she purred, stroking his jean clad cock harder, “You’re something different.”

 “Bloody hell, Red, you gotta stop. The slayer’s gonna kill me!”

 “Not that I care, but I have no intention of Buffy, or anyone else, finding out.”

With that she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing pert breasts covered in dark green lace. She ran her fingers across her nipples, giving each one a firm pinch, making them pucker as she let out a low moan. Spike watched the display before him, still completely in shock, but thoroughly aroused as well. He’d be lying if he said he had never thought of shagging the little redhead before, but she had always been far too tame for his tastes, or so he thought. Willow let her left hand trail back to Spike’s aching cock, stroking it again, before unfastening his pants and setting it free. It sprang from its confinement, ready for action, and Willow gasped at the sight of him. She had always assumed Oz was a little small, but Spike was simply enormous! The bleached blonde caught the look of surprise on Willow’s face and gave her a smug grin. She began to tug his pants down somewhat, so they wouldn’t be in the way, and he lifted his hips to help the process along.

“You know, this would probably be easier if you unchained me.”

“Shut up, Spike, and put on your game face,” she said as she slipped off her panties, not bothering to remove her skirt.

“What?”

“You know your ‘Grrr’ face. I told you, I’m done with men, I want to fuck your demon.”

Again he was surprised, but he complied with her request, letting his demon visage come forward. Willow nodded her approval and climbed into the tub, as Spike leaned forward to place his bound wrists over her head, and finally around her waist. The arrangements were a bit awkward, and Willow momentarily wondered if maybe she shouldn’t unchain him, but that would take time, and she wanted him now.

She leaned forward on his chest, pulling her skirt up so she could reach one hand back to position him at her opening. The feel of her hot little hand on his cold shaft, made him hiss, and he leaned his head forward to claim her mouth, but she pulled away, she didn’t want to be kissed. Straightening somewhat, she looked into his amber eyes, and gave him a mischievous smile, before impaling herself on his throbbing cock.

Willow cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, his overly large member tearing her slightly with its sudden intrusion. Spike jerked forward, unprepared for the sensation that was now overwhelming him. She felt like a fire, burning right through him and was so tight, that if he hadn’t known better, he would have guessed she was a virgin.

After taking a moment to adjust to his girth, Willow began a steady pace, rising up until he was almost out of her and then slamming back down again. Spike clawed at the air, unable to grasp anything tangible with his hands bound. Small grunting and growling sounds escaped from his lips as he leaned forward to suckle Willow’s breast through the lace of her bra.

She continued to ride him hard, her knees banging against the edges of the tub with every down stroke, leaving red marks on her pale skin, which would soon become nasty bruises. She was close, and she hiked her skirt up again, so she could rub her swollen clit. She let out a gasp and a shudder at the sensation, feeling her orgasm start to take hold. She continued to finger her sensitive nub with wild fervor as she snaked her other hand into Spike’s hair, pulling him closer.

“You wanted blood, then take it,” she ordered him.

Spike whimpered, afraid of being zapped by the chip, but overwhelmed by the need to taste her. She tightened her grip on his hair, pulling his head with more force against her chest. Finally he gave in, sinking his fangs into her breast as gently as possible, but again she pulled his head closer, forcing his bite to go much deeper. He had only a second to register his surprise at the chip not working, before her blood filled his mouth. Like sweet nectar it coated his tongue, sliding down his throat. The hot liquid was made richer by their coupling, flavored with her passion and powerful magic. The feeling of her heat filling him and surrounding him was too much. He felt his balls start to tighten and coming hard, he shot his release into her, continuing to gulp down her blood greedily. Willow was also consumed by the sensations he was giving her; the feeling of him filling her, drinking from her, driving her toward oblivion. She felt the tightness in her belly begin to spread as her orgasm hit her and she cried out, body rocking from the much needed release, her muscles clenching him like a fist and milking the last of his essence from him.

When it was over, she slumped forward onto his chest for a moment, clutching the wound on her breast, trying to slow the bleeding. She felt slightly weak from the blood loss, but otherwise she felt great. For the first time in weeks, Oz was completely gone from her mind. Spike kissed the top of her head gently, and wished again his restraints were gone so he could hold this fiery beauty who had unexpectedly claimed him. Willow heaved a great sigh then, knowing Xander would soon be arriving to take over for awhile, and she pulled herself back up, disentangling herself from his limbs as she climbed out of the tub.

Turning away from him, Willow went to assess how serious the wound on her breast was, noticing the blood that had run all the way down her stomach, staining her bra and skirt. She gently cleansed the area before applying a bandage and pulled her sweater back on. Turning back, she saw that Spike had done his pants back up, and was watching her with a curious expression, his human face back in place.

“Thanks,” she said, giving him a slight smile before leaving the room.

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“Hey Wills!” Xander exclaimed as he let himself in the door, “How’s it going? You look a little down. Dead Boy Jr. hasn’t been giving you a hard time has he?”

“What? Oh no, I was just thinking about Oz,” she replied, having been pulled from her thoughts.

“No offence Will, I know you loved him and all, but don’t you think it’s time you try to get over it?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve already begun to,” and with that she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

~Part: 2~

 “Hey Will, you get stuck at the library again?” Buffy asked as a very tired looking Willow trudged through the door.

 “Yeah, these midterms are killing me.”

 “You know Will, you never miss a single class, and you were already studying three hours a day. I don’t think you need to add on an extra five hours on top of that.”

 “I know, I just really want to do well,” the redhead said slumping into the chair in the corner.

 “Great, now that we’re all here, maybe we can actually get some research done,” Giles interjected, handing the girl a large, slightly moldy book.

 “Oh goody, more research,” she said sarcastically.

 Two hours later they were no closer to finding the secret lair of the Keisley, a particularly nasty breed of demon that spits globs of blue acid at their victims. Buffy, frustrated and bored out of her mind, finally gave up on research, choosing to patrol instead. Xander decided to join her, looking for any excuse to get away, as did Anya, although more reluctantly. She would have preferred to watch the rerun of ‘Three Men and a Baby’ that was showing on TV. She was still getting used to the whole ‘being human’ thing, and didn’t really understand the concept of teamwork, but if she didn’t go Xander would be mad.

Willow wanted to go too, but she was just so tired. She hadn’t slept more than fifteen minutes at a time in the last couple of days. So, leaving the two of them behind, the rest of the Scoobies headed out, while they continued their investigation in silence. Occasionally Willow would glance up to see Giles watching her with a concerned look, but she quickly resumed her reading, not wanting to talk. Finally though, he could hold back no longer.

 “Willow, is there something going on with you?”

 “What? Umm… no… I mean…What are you talking about?” she replied nervously.

 “Well, lately you seem rather distracted,” he started, removing his glasses and cleaning them with his handkerchief, “and the other day, your behavior was quite out of the ordinary.”

 “The other day?”

 “Yes, when you came over to watch Spike.”

 “Oh, right,” she said, looking away, “That day. Yeah, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, but I’m fine.”

 “Listen, I know it’s been hard since Oz left, but that’s no reason to…”

 “Look, I said I was fine. You don’t have to worry about me,” she said, defensively, resolve face firmly in place.

 “Hey, if you two ladies are done with your little snit, I could really use some blood in here,” Spike’s voice called out from the other room, ending the staring match between witch and watcher.

 “I’ll get it,” Willow said, hopping up and rushing to the kitchen, thankful for any excuse to be away from Giles’ overly inquisitive nature.

The truth was she didn’t remember the other day. She had done a ‘simple’ confidence spell, hoping it would make her feel better, but apparently something had gone wrong. She had woken up back at the dorm, two days later, looking and feeling like she had been beaten up, and possibly raped. Willow was so freaked, that she went to throw away the rest of her spell ingredients, but discovered that they were already gone. She must have cast more spells during her blackout. As she heated Spike’s mug-o-blood, she tried to calm her breathing. Every time she thought about what must’ve happened to her during those missing two days, she felt ill.

The worst part was the deep bite mark on her left breast, which had to have been made by a vampire. The only thing she could figure was that a vamp had grabbed her, raped her, bitten her, and then somehow she miraculously escaped. Willow wanted to talk to someone about what had happened to her, but she wasn’t exactly sure what to say; she was ‘probably’ attacked while she was having a blackout from some dark mojo she was using to get over her lying, cheating, werewolf boyfriend? Oh yeah, that would go over well. The gang was already breathing down her neck about how she should, or shouldn’t handle her break up, and she really didn’t need them becoming hysterical as well. Willow grabbed the steaming mug from the microwave, trying hard not to look at it, as she headed into the bathroom.

“About time, I was wondering when you’d be coming back,” Spike said, leering at the pale redhead.

“Oh please! It’s only been like five minutes since you said you were hungry,” she replied, not noticing the look he was giving her as she sat on the edge of the tub holding the mug close enough for him to get the straw into his mouth.

Spike continued to eye her as he leisurely drank down his dinner. He hated cold blood, but he took his time anyway, wanting to keep her there with him as long as possible. She looked tired, there were bags under her eyes, and her hand was shaking slightly. Something was wrong. Normally Red was annoyingly chatty, but tonight she just sat and stared at the wall, lost in thought. He figured this might happen. He had known chits in the past who liked to hang around demons, got off on the danger or some rot, but more often than not they would start to get a guilty conscience and split. He hoped that wouldn’t be the case with the goddess before him, but here she was, unable to even look at him. He had to do something, say something.

“So, Red, how’s that bite healing up?” he asked, drawing her attention back to him.

“What?!” she exclaimed, jumping up and dumping the rest of his blood all over him.

“Bloody hell! What’d you do that for?!”

“Is everything alright in there,” Giles called out from the living room.

“Umm, yeah we’re fine. I’ll be out in a minute,” she called back, shutting the door somewhat for more privacy. She stood with her back against the wall, facing Spike like a deer caught in headlights.

“Alright Spike,” she began, her voice trembling a little, “how do you know about that?”

“What do you mean, ‘how do I know,’ I’m the one who gave it to you,” he said with annoyance, his shirt soaking up his dinner. Then, noticing Willow’s look of horror added, “Are you feeling ok, pet, you look a bit peeked?”

“You gave it to me? How? What about the chip? I mean…No…This is ‘so’ not happening,” she babbled, clutching her breast defensively.

“Afraid it is luv. I guess the chip doesn’t work if you want me to hurt you. After you left that night I gave Xander a good smack in the face, just to be sure, and got a splitting headache for my trouble. You’re telling me you forgot about our little tub time already?” he asked, somewhat offended.

“Tub time?!” She was frantic now and had begun to pace back and forth, unable to even look at Spike, “This is not happening. I would not ‘let’ you bite me; I don’t care what kind of spell I did!”

“So that’s what was up with you. I just figured you had been smoking dope with your college mates.”

“What?! No, you’re lying. I don’t know how you know about me getting bitten, but I do know I wouldn’t have let you…I mean…that would mean…”

“That you shagged me rotten?” he inquired with a smirk.

“Oh my god! I think I’m going to be sick,” Willow clamped her hand over her mouth and ran from the room.

“Willow? Are you alright?” Giles asked as the now slightly green girl grabbed her bag and ran from the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Giles stormed into the bathroom, with a look of murder in his eyes, “What did you say to her?!” he hollered at a still drenched Spike.

“What me? Nothing. I think the chit’s on drugs, she ‘is’ in college you know. Now, could you hand me a towel, she spilled blood all over me.”

“Spike, I swear, if you did something to upset Willow I’ll stake you. I don’t care how much information you may or may not have. That poor girl has been through quite enough already!”

“I couldn’t agree more. Now would you ‘please’ just hand me a towel.”

Giles threw the towel at him in disgust, and stormed back out of the room. ‘Well,’ Spike thought as he tried to soak up some of the blood that was covering his torso, ‘at least things are starting to get interesting around here.’

~Part: 3~

Willow hadn’t been back to Giles’ place for three days. She barely ate, and still hadn’t slept; she was even having trouble studying. At first Buffy didn’t notice, being too busy with her new boy-toy, Riley, but when Giles mentioned how she had rushed off the other day, Buffy started watching her closer and it was evident there was something wrong.

“I don’t know Giles, it’s probably just a fresh wave of break-up blues,” Buffy said, trying to dismiss the problem so she could go on her date with Riley, guilt free.

“Perhaps, but I don’t think so. She was talking to Spike, they seemed to be having an argument or something, and then she just rushed out.”

“Well, did Spike say anything about what happened?”

“Not really, he insinuated that perhaps she was on drugs.”

“Oh right! Willow doesn’t even like to take aspirin. Maybe Spike just needs me to jog his memory a little,” Buffy suggested hopefully.

“I doubt it would help, but maybe you could speak with Willow, make sure she’s alright?” Giles suggested.

“Fine, I’ll talk to miss-mopey-pants, but tomorrow, ‘after’ my date.”

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 Willow felt like she was going to drop. She had only been able to sleep for a few minutes here and there, for the last several days now. Every time she started to doze off, a strange sensation would take over her body, and she would bolt awake in fear. She sat on her bed, trying to focus on her psych book, but the lines just blurred together. Exhaustion overtook her and she finally collapsed, pushing her books to the floor, and drifting into an almost coma-like state.

 Willow’s eyes opened several hours later. ‘Well it’s about time the bitch went to sleep,’ she thought. The redhead glanced over to see the slayer sleeping soundly in her little bed, as she headed over to the closet to get dressed. ‘Ugh! Isn’t there anything in here that isn’t pastel and fuzzy?’ Giving up, she decided to try her luck with Buffy’s closet instead. ‘Well, these are my choices; look like a child, or look like a hooker. Hooker it is!’ she thought as she pulled out a black backless halter top, which was held in place by two tiny straps, along with a short, green, suede mini skirt. She glanced at herself I the mirror when she was done dressing, ‘not bad,’ she thought.

 She wanted to have good time. Willow was a girl in desperate need of a good time, but sadly the bronze was dead. She looked around, seeing mostly high school kids, and groaned in frustration. Where could a girl go for a little fun in this town? Then she remembered the last time she went out to play. Spike, he was fun. She grinned evilly, heading out; she just had to make a little stop at the magic shop first.

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 The scantily clad redhead used a simple incantation to open the door of the watcher’s apartment, and crept quietly upstairs to see Giles’ sleeping form lying partially covered in his oversized bed. Her eyes scanned his well toned torso, he was lacking the chiseled look that Spike had, but still, not bad. ‘Maybe next time I’ll have to play with him,’ she thought to herself as she blew something resembling sugar into his eyes.

 “Sleep soundly, watcher-man, and dream about me,” she whispered in his ear, tracing her fingers down his chest and across his quickly rising erection. She smiled to herself and headed back downstairs.

 Spike was still up, of course. Being a vampire, he kept different hours than most. Willow could hear him, watching some late night horror movie, and yelling at the television.

 “Hah! I told you you’d get eaten if you went in there, stupid bint!” he called out with glee.

 “And will I get eaten if I come in here?” Willow asked with mock innocence as she slinked in the door.

 “Well, well, well. Isn’t it awfully late for Little Red to be out of her beddy bye?”

 “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub and leaning over to allow him a pleasant view of her cleavage, “Unless of course ‘you’ want to take care of me?” She reached one hand down and stroked the growing bulge in his pants.

 “Oh, so now you ‘do’ remember our little encounter the other day?” Spike asked, trying to maintain control over his impulse to pounce on her.

 “How could I forget? It was the best fuck I ever had,” she noticed the smug look on Spike’s face and added, holding up the key to his shackles, “but I think you can still do better.”

 “I’m sure I could, pet. Does this mean you’re going to let me go?” he asked hopefully.

 “Only for playtime, then you’ll have to go back in the tub I’m afraid,” the redhead said as she stroked his chest.

 “Well, that’s something at least,” he replied, having no intention of returning to his little prison once they were through, “What about the watcher?”

 “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him. He won’t hear a thing, I promise.”

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 Giles was standing in an open field, surrounded by wildflowers, the sun shining brightly overhead. He tilted his head back, with closed eyes, so he could feel its warmth on his face.

 “Giles?” a soft voice whispered in his ear, “Dreaming of me?”

 He opened his eyes, and turned to see Willow, beautiful and gloriously naked, the summer sun making her pale skin glow. He reached out to her, too in awe to speak, brushing a thumb across one rosy tipped breast, his other hand cupping her firm ass as he pulled her close for a kiss. Her mouth tasted of honey and wild strawberries, and promised him things he had only imagined in his darkest fantasies. He pulled her closer, his throbbing cock pressing into her stomach, as he lowered the two of them to the ground to make love, surrounded by flowers and beauty…

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 Willow led Spike out to the living room by the hand; he had no idea what he was in for. She glanced around for a moment, her eyes falling on the ‘dining room’ table, perfect. She walked over to it and unceremoniously swept all the papers and books stacked upon it, onto the floor with a loud crash. Spike glanced upstairs, waiting for the watcher to come down and stake them both, but true to her word, he apparently couldn’t hear them.

 “Strip,” she commanded him.

 He complied with her wishes, pulling off his shirt to reveal his alabaster flesh. He bent over to undo his laces, and Willow watched with desire as the muscles in his back flexed with each movement. Having removed his boots, he stood again before her, and slowly began undoing his pants. He was trying to tease her, to gain the upper hand somehow, but as much as she was enjoying the show, they both knew who had the power in this scenario, and it was her.

 “Get on the table.”

 Spike strolled over to the table, his hand stroking his abdomen, a smile playing across his lips. He was going to like this game, he could tell already. He hopped up onto the wooden surface, stretching out, and placing his hands behind his head for cushion. It was Willow’s turn to smile.

 “Sealnaiya S’vyaz,” she muttered in an unknown tongue.

Suddenly his arms and legs were pulled outward, spread eagle, and held tight to the table by some unknown force. Spike struggled to get up, but he was unable to, as if his wrists and ankles were glued in place. He looked at her, somewhat in fear then. He was helpless. True he had also been helpless while chained in the bathtub, but at least then he’d had his clothes, being naked has a way of making one feel more vulnerable.

Willow could practically smell his fear, and it was turning her on beyond belief. She opened her shoulder bag and began taking out an assortment of items; various vials containing unknown liquids, a leather strap, a bundle of twigs, a thin-bladed dagger, and more objects Spike couldn’t quite make out. All these things she laid out on a nearby trunk, much as a doctor would with their instruments. Now he was really scared.

“So, what’s your pleasure?” she asked, picking up the dagger and twirling it about in her hands, but Spike just stared at her, unsure what to say. He had played these games with Dru in the past, but he was always the one who had the control. Spike simply wasn’t the submissive type, until now.

“Oh, what’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?” as she said this, she allowed the dagger to slice the tip of her finger, blood welling up in its wake.

Holding her hand above his head, she watched in delight as he strained to catch the flow that was slowly dripping from the fresh wound. She lowered her hand far enough that he could just reach it by snaking his tongue out, lapping up the crimson drops as a cat would lap up cream. In fact, he began making a sound, not unlike purring, as he reveled in the taste of her. Her blood was so powerful, full of magic. He had forgotten all about his fear, and was completely unaware of the world around him; his eyes closed with almost ecstasy, until he felt the blade of the dagger slice him across the chest.

“Owww! Bloody hell, what was that for?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said with false sympathy, which quickly turned to laughter, “Don’t you like this game?”

She bent over him, tracing the shallow wound with her tongue, equally enjoying his taste. Spike moaned. Having recovered from the initial shock of his injury, he realized that the wound was only superficial, and actually not all that unpleasant. Willow saw his eyes close again in pleasure, and again she sliced him across his torso, but this time when he cried out, it was with a mixture of torment and bliss. As she ran her tongue along the fresh wound, she allowed her hand to slip momentarily between his legs, to caress his hard shaft, but soon her hand was gone, and he groaned in frustration, until he felt her once again dragging the cold metal blade across the tender flesh of his abdomen.

They went on like this for some time. With each cut, Willow would gently lick his wound and briefly stroke his manhood, before repeating her actions on some other part of his body. She paused after what seemed like an eternity of teasing, looking down on his prone form, now covered in shallow cuts, starting from just below his neck and ending near his ankles. His eyes had been closed for some time as a stream of constant moaning escaped his lips. At first glance one might think he was barely conscious from blood loss, and they might be right, but his unwavering erection betrayed his arousal.

Willow quickly disrobed, while allowing her toy a moment to recover. Then, grabbing one of the vials off the trunk, she uncorked it, and began sprinkling it liberally over his body. As each drop touched his marred flesh, a minute cloud of smoke rose up, along with a slight sizzle as the holy water burned his pale skin. Spike’s eyes flew open, but he didn’t cry out, instead he simply looked at Willow with overwhelming desire, the pain simply increasing his arousal at this point. It was time. She had brought his hunger to a new level, and her own along with it. She placed the vial back on the trunk, and picked up a small item he couldn’t quite see through his half closed lids.

Willow climbed onto the table, leaning over to give his nipple a sharp bite. Spike cried out briefly, sure that he would soon explode, but the fiery vixen simply laughed, trailing her hand down his abdomen, and up his hard cock. He hissed with the contact, closing his eyes again. Taking his manhood between her hands, she slid a metal ring down his swollen shaft with some difficulty, hopefully ensuring that he would be unable to cum until she wanted him to. Spike moaned again, feebly pulling at his magic bindings, wishing he were free to touch her in return.

She had waited long enough. Willow straddled his hips, positioning his head at her hot, wet opening.

“Change,” she commanded, “I want to see your demon again.”

Spike raised his head, fixing his blue eyes on her green ones, so she could watch as they shifted to gold. She lightly ran her hand across his brow ridges, and smiled. Then without warning, she impaled herself on his hard cock, causing them both to cry out. After the hours of foreplay, their bodies were completely over sensitized; they were both close to ready, especially Spike.

He tried to hold himself back, but her heat was searing, it possessed him. He felt himself start to fall as the tightness began in his balls, spreading up to his cock, his body nearing its release, but suddenly it stopped, blocked by the cock ring. He cried out again with a mixture of anguish and ecstasy, unable to achieve his release as Willow rode him with wild abandon.

She was close, her hips bucking hard, her head thrown back in rapture, bottom lip clasped between her teeth. Then it hit her, like a wonderful fluttering, beginning in her abdomen and spreading outward through her body. Her skin flushed, eyes half closed, Spike had never seen a more beautiful site than the goddess writhing on top of him. Willow cried out, her muscles clamping down hard on Spike’s now painful erection, causing him to cry out as well. She rode out the last waves of her pleasure, unaware of his needs; until she finally glanced down to see the look of discomfort and desperation on his face.

“Oh, poor baby, do you want to cum too?” she asked in a patronizing tone, trying to catch her breath.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Yes, Mistress,” she corrected.

“Yes, Mistress, please!” he begged.

Willow rose up so he could slide out of her. Then, straddling his belly, she removed the cock ring. Spike let out a loud groan as long ropes of cum shot out of his cock, coating her abdomen and breasts, while he shook with the force of his orgasm. When he was through, she climbed off of him, and muttering something under her breath, released him from his bindings.

“Now, lick me clean,” she commanded, eyeing him with a smirk.

Spike pulled his aching body up weakly, looking at her with reverence, and lowered his mouth to her breast to begin lapping up his own essence. Once she was again ‘clean’, he raised his mouth to kiss her, but like before, she pulled back. This was about sex, not intimacy.

Smiling she hopped off the table and began dressing. Spike taking this as his cue, did the same. He was very weak from their encounter, and swayed dangerously as he tried to do up his boots. Willow pushed him onto the couch before he could fall over. Maybe she had gone too hard on him. She went into the kitchen and heated him a packet of blood, not bothering with the mug. By the time he was finished dressing, she had returned, tossing the hot packet in his direction. He punctured the pouch with one fang, and drank it down with enthusiasm, felling slightly better.

“Well, it’s time to get back in the tub,” she said as she placed her belongings back in her bag for another day.

“And what makes you think I’d do that?” he asked with more confidence than he felt.

“Well, let’s see, for starters the sun will be up soon. Also, right now you’re too weak to defend yourself against the host of beasties wandering around out there. Oh, and let’s not forget, because ‘I said so’,” she said with a slight smile and a hard stare.

“And that means something?”

“Yeah,” she strolled toward him, and lightly ran her hand across his chest, making him shiver, “It means that if you don’t get back in the god damned tub, you and I will never get to have play time again.”

He looked deeply into her green, lamp like eyes, which suddenly seemed almost alien, and shivered again. Then, with a nod of defeat, he headed back to his white tile prison.

~Part: 4~

 ‘The world has gone insane,’ Buffy thought as she watched the scene unfolding before her. It had all started that morning when she had woken to find a very naked Willow, wrapped tightly around her, fast asleep. Of course she did what most people in that situation would, she squealed like a little girl, and gave the redhead a hard shove onto the floor. Willow was so mortified to realize that she had been sleeping with Buffy without a stitch on, that she grabbed her blanket around her and made up a lame excuse about sleepwalking.

 Then the blonde slayer arrived at Giles’ apartment, only to discover that her misguided watcher had decided to let Spike loose. Apparently the neutered vamp had somehow received several cuts on his arms and chest, presumably from his restraints, and while Giles was not above letting Spike suffer, he didn’t want vampire blood all over his bathroom. Originally he had only planned to move the captive to the living room, and tie him to a chair, but since it was still daylight out, and Spike had made no efforts to leave, Giles decided to try letting his undead houseguest have a modicum of freedom, in hopes that he would quit whining all the time.

 Buffy watched with a scowl as Spike fixed himself a hot cup of blood and grabbed a magazine before stretching out on the couch without bothering to take his boots off. Giles had gone in to have a shower, leaving her with instructions to watch him closely. Secretly she was hoping he would try something, anything, so she would have an excuse to stake him, but he simply lay there reading, ignoring the slayer’s stare. That is until Willow walked in the door, then things got really weird.

 “Hello Willow,” Spike said somewhat breathlessly, jumping up, as the redhead stumbled in the door.

 “We’re letting him run loose now?” Willow asked, more than a little surprised.

 “Yeah, Giles wanted to give it a try. It’s a long story involving blood and what a pain it is to get out of the bathroom grout. You don’t want to know,” the blonde slayer answered, still annoyed with the situation.

 “You’re right, I don’t want to know.”

 Her whole day had been a disaster. After the ‘incident’ with Buffy, Willow was so shaken, that she lost track of time and was twenty minutes late to her computer science class, at which point her professor yelled at her in front of everyone for ‘interrupting lecture’. At lunch, Buffy stood her up, although after their morning debacle, she was somewhat more content eating alone. That is, until she accidentally dumped her spaghetti down her front, ruining her favorite sweater and skirt. Then, on her way back to the dorm to change, the strap broke on her shoulder bag, and her psychology book fell in a puddle. By the time she arrived at Giles’, she was emotionally exhausted, and doing her best not to cry.

 Willow looked at Spike wearily. She still was unsure if anything had happened between them during her blackout, and frankly she didn’t want to know. Right now, all she wanted was to forget this day had ever happened, and get on with the researching. She grabbed a copy of Gerhart’s compendium of witchcraft and demonology, and slumped heavily into the corner chair.

 Spike tried to rein his emotions in, he was the big bad, not some poof like his sire. He took several calming breaths, but having no need for air, it wasn’t terribly effective. Finished with his blood, he carried the mug into the kitchen, looking for some excuse to talk to Willow.

 “While I’m up, do you want anything, Red?” he asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant.

 “What? Um, no I’m good,” she responded, not looking up from her book.

 “Are you sure, luv? I could make you a nice spot of tea to help calm your nerves.”

 “I’ll take a diet coke,” Buffy called out to Spike, but he simply ignored her.

 “I’m fine Spike, really,” Willow said, ignoring Buffy as well.

 “Well, how about a soda? Or maybe a brandy? I think the watcher’s got another bottle around here somewhere,” Spike started rummaging around, looking.

 “Hey, I said I wanted a diet coke,” Buffy called out a little louder.

 “I don’t want anything. I just want to sit and read about demons. So, if you don’t mind,” Willow was starting to get irritated. What was wrong with Spike, that all of a sudden he wanted to play the good host?

 “What am I invisible here?! Oh god, I’m not am I?” Buffy squealed.

 “Good lord, Buffy. What are you shouting for?” Giles asked, emerging from the bathroom.

 “Giles! You can see me right?”

 “What? Of course I can see you. What is going on?”

 “Spike and Willow were ignoring me,” she whined.

 “Willow?” Giles asked, turning to see the pale redhead in the corner. Suddenly his face flushed red with the memory of his rather erotic dreams the previous evening. “I-I-I didn’t hear you come in. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked, shuffling off to the kitchen awkwardly, wanting to put some space between him and the young girl with the lamp like eyes.

 “Do I look thirsty or something?” Willow asked no one in particular.

 “What is wrong with you two?” Buffy addressed the two men standing in the kitchen, trying to look useful, “Have you both gone insane? Or is this just some weird British thing?” She didn’t know why they were acting so strange around her little hacker buddy, but she sure wanted to find out.

 However, the watcher and vampire simply made mumbled excuses and shuffled their feet. Buffy threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. Then, grabbing Giles by the arm dragged him out the door, to get on with her training. Since they were currently without a proper training space, this meant daily trips to the U.C. Sunnydale gym, although Giles promised that soon he would come up with a more private alternative. He told her he felt she needed a place where she could concentrate, but what he meant was that he wanted her to spend less time ogling frat boys, and more on honing her fighting skills.

 “We’ll be back in a few hours, Will; can you keep an eye on fangless until we get back?”

 “Hey! I’m ‘not’ fangless, I just can’t bite anybody at the moment,” Spike complained, his pride wounded.

 “Sure Buffy, no problem,” Willow replied, going back to her reading.

 Spike waited a few moments to be sure the pair had actually left before approaching the redhead. She appeared to be engrossed in her book, but the quickening of her heart rate as he approached her, gave her away. He hesitated a moment, unsure how to handle the situation. Spike had always been the aggressor in any situation, but this new turn of events with Willow had thrown him for a loop. Suddenly he found himself in the submissive role, and loving it more than he cared to admit. If anyone ever found out that he had become the willing sex slave of the slayer’s mousy little friend, he would be a laughing stock. But they didn’t know her like he did. There was something dangerous about her. At moments she seemed to have a complete lack of compassion about her that he could only describe as demonic, and while this aspect of her personality did call to his demon within, it was her total package that was driving him insane with desire. The way she would run hot and cold, how she could be the sweetest little girl you ever met one moment, and a completely ruthless vixen the next.

He wanted all of her, not just the fiery sex goddess that had driven him over the edge of sanity with her abusive nymphomaniac routine. He wanted the shy Willow as well, the one who blushed every time he looked at her too intensely. The one who was better with books and computers than with people, and yet was willing to do anything, including giving her own life, to help one of her friends. He had seen how the others treated her, took advantage of her, but she never complained, she was content just to be needed. And now he needed her. He stood three feet away from her, frozen by his own fear of rejection. He watched her pink tongue run across her rosy lips and thought to himself how he would give up everything for just one kiss.

“What do you want, Spike?” Willow asked somewhat uncomfortably.

“What? Oh, nothing. I was going back to the kitchen, and thought you might like something, a drink maybe?”

‘How long had he been standing there staring at her?’ he wondered, ‘God I’m just like the bloody poof!’ he groaned inwardly.

“I must look thirsty today,” she practically yelled in frustration. She didn’t know what Spike’s game was, but after the day she’d had, she wasn’t in the mood for it, “Fine! I’ll take a diet coke!”  She relented in hopes that he would leave her alone.

“I’m sorry, pet, I wasn’t trying to make you mad, I just wanted to make you feel better, looked like you were having a bad day,” he said softly, somewhat taken aback by her sudden mood swing, as he headed back to the kitchen.

Willow sighed heavily before pulling herself to her feet and heading to the kitchen after him. She had really been on edge lately, and had had a spectacularly bad day, but she didn’t mean to take it out on anyone else. Spike wasn’t exactly a friend, and after the incident with him the other day and his rather suggestive references to her new vampire bite, she had been doing her best to avoid him, but that was no excuse for her to be rude. He had been trying to be nice for a change, and it was wrong of her to hurt his feelings like she did. By the time she reached the kitchen, he was already pouring her drink into a glass of ice, seemingly lost in thought. It must be hard on him, she thought, going through such a big change, having to reject your very nature and rely on your worst enemies to care for you. He could use a friend, and that was what Willow did best, she was a friend of the underdog.

“Spike, I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

“Arrrrrrrgh!” Spike yelled, startled out of his thoughts, and flinging the glass of ice cold soda across the both of them. “Jesus, Red! You shouldn’t sneak up on a fellow like that! If I were alive you could’ve given me a heart attack!”

He turned to face her then, her expression frozen with a look of shock, soda dripping from her face, and coating her T-shirt, the cold liquid making her nipples harden in protest. ‘Oops,’ he thought, ‘better do something quick, or she’s just gonna kill me.’ However, ha had no idea what he could do to remedy the situation, so he did the next best thing. Taking advantage of her temporary stunned state, he grabbed her around the waste, pulling her close, and kissed her hard.

For a moment, she remained frozen in shock, as her brain worked hard to catch up. Spike was kissing her? Spike was kissing her! She tried to push him away, but her traitorous body pulled him closer instead as her eyes closed and she felt the wave of sensation washing over her body. His tongue was cool, but not unpleasant as it gently explored her mouth. Turning to press her body up against the refrigerator, he leaned against her, his firm, muscular chest, pressing against her pert breasts. She could feel his arousal against her stomach, and moaned into his mouth, wanting to feel him inside her. This was wrong, and she knew it, but at that moment, none of it mattered. For the first time in a long while, she felt alive and magical, as a searing heat passed though her body, starting with her lips and spreading to her core.

Spike couldn’t believe his luck, she was letting him kiss her! Before she had been adamantly against such an intimate act, wanting only more carnal pleasures, but now…. She tasted so sweet, like ambrosia, and that scent. It was driving him wild, as the fragrance of here arousal wafted up to him, with an intoxicating effect. He was finally going to be able to posses her fully, light and dark, innocence and depravity, all for him.

“Willow, are you still here?” Buffy called out, as she came back through the door, and started looking around for her forgotten bag.

“Buffy! Oh god, what are you doing back here?!” Willow asked as she shot out of the kitchen like a bullet, her face flushed and wearing a guilty expression.

“I forgot my bag. What happened to you?”

“What?! Nothing! Nothing happened to me! I, we, I mean, nothing! Why do you ask?!” Willow babbled, her face turning an even darker shade of red.

“Your shirt, it looks like you spilled something on it. Are you ok? You’ve been acting really weird lately,” Buffy asked, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine, well not fine exactly, I mean, I’m not feeling so good, I’m going to go back to the dorm and lay down, do you mind calling Xander and having him come to vamp sit?” she rambled, without pausing to breath. Then, without waiting for a reply, she grabbed her things and rushed out the door.

“Sure, no sweat,” Buffy yelled after her friend’s retreating form before shutting the door again. Then she turned on the blonde vamp, with daggers in her eyes. “Ok, Spike, what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” he ground out bitterly, giving her the look of death as well,  “Nothing happened at all.”

‘Stupid slayer always has to spoil everything!’ he thought, as he stormed into the bathroom, and stripped down to have a shower. He let the hot water pour over him, washing away the sticky soda. He needed to find a way to be alone with Red for awhile, someplace nice. He wanted to show her just how special she was, convince her that she belonged with him. His lips still itched with the intensity of their kiss, just thinking about it made his desire bubble up again. The scalding liquid stung his skin where the multitudes of shallow cuts were rapidly healing. Yep, he thought, he had finally found the one.

~Part: 5~ Roses for My Sweet

 “Hey Buffy!” Willow greeted her friend with false cheerfulness.

 “Hey, Will, I was hoping you’d still be up, we need to talk,” she replied, her voice full of concern.

 “Talk? What do we need to talk about? Was Riley late for your date? No, of course he wasn’t because he’s the perfect boyfriend, being alive and all, and how’s that going by the way, any major smoochies yet? Probably not though because you’d tell me, right? Not that you need to tell me, because it’s okay if we don’t tell each other about every little thing…”

 “Willow, enough! This is not about me and Riley. It’s about you. Will, you’ve been acting really weird lately, and I want to know what’s going on,” Buffy demanded, interrupting the redhead’s nervous babble.

 “Me? Nothing. I’m good, I’m peachy. In fact I’m better; I’m peachy keen.”

 “Save it Will, you never could lie to me, so you might as well spill, now.”

 “Honest Buffy, I’m fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 “Really? So you don’t think it’s at all weird to get in bed with me during the night, stark naked? Plus all the little things like being late everywhere you go, and running out of Giles’ place twice now, and I’d swear there was something going on between you and Spike today,” Buffy folded her arms across her chest and stared at her friend suspiciously.

 “There is nothing between me and Spike! He just gets under my skin is all, and as for this morning I already told you I must have been sleep walking. I’m really sorry if I freaked you out, but if you want another roommate, I’ll understand,” Willow said, overwhelmed with pent up emotion from the last several days, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

 “Of course I don’t want another roommate, Will,” Buffy said, placing a comforting hand on Willow’s shoulder, her voice softening, “I’m just worried about you is all. I know your break up with Oz has been really rough on you, and I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

 “I’m fine, well not fine, but I’m getting over it,” Willow said with a weak smile.

 “Well, maybe this will cheer you up,” she said, pulling a small pouch out of her pocket, “I stopped by the magic shop on the way home to pick up a couple things for Giles, and I saw this. The guy that works there said it was a protection charm.”

 Willow opened the red silk pouch and pulled out a simple black velvet choker with a small silver pentagram hanging down from the center. Fresh tears stung her eyes as she stared at the thoughtful gesture. Her heart was full of guilt for lying to her friend, but what could she say? She didn’t know how to explain what was happening to her. All she knew was that her life felt like it was spinning out of control and she had no idea how to stop it. Still, she was determined to handle her problems on her own; she had been a burden on her friends long enough.

 “Buffy, it’s beautiful, but I can’t, really,” Willow tried passing the gift back to her friend.

 “Don’t be silly, Will, just think of it as an early birthday present,” Buffy swooped up the necklace and slipped it around her friend’s slender throat, “It looks great. Now I’m off to the showers. Maybe you should get some sleep though, you look tired.”

 “Thank you Buffy,” Willow said, pulling the small blonde into a quick hug, “I think I will, I just want to get a little studying done first.”

 By the time Buffy returned from the shower, Willow was lying on her bed, fast asleep, her head resting on her calculus book. Looking at her exhausted friend, she sighed and then removed the book, placing it on the nightstand. Willow wasn’t telling her something, she was sure of it, but whatever it was, it was obvious she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. She pulled a ragged afghan up over the girl, and switched off the light, slipping into bed herself. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day for both of them.

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Spike was waiting with bated breath. He didn’t know for sure if she was
coming tonight, but he hoped she would. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about the way she smelled, like something sweet and wild; and that was what she was, both sweet and wild. He pulled hopelessly at the chains, once again imprisoning him in the bathtub. Giles wasn’t quite ready to let him run loose at night while the watcher slept. If only he was free, he could go to her now, instead of having to wait. Spike thought of their earlier encounter in the kitchen, and felt his cock twitch with lingering desire. If only that stupid bint, Buffy, hadn’t come in and spoiled everything! ‘If only…’ he had started to work himself into a halfway decent tirade when he heard something, a slight sound from the living room. She was here.

 Willow crept up the stairs to Giles’ loft. Like before, she wanted to play,
and also like before, she didn’t want to be disturbed. She stood over his prone
form, and blew the same sugar like substance into his eyes. Giles let out a soft
moan as the magical substance took hold of his mind, locking him into a deep state of dreaming for the next several hours. She lazily brushed a lock of graying hair off his forehead as she sat on the bed beside him. More than any other person, he had helped shape her into the woman she was becoming; smart, resourceful, and above all else, powerful. He had inadvertently exposed her to strong magics that would alter the course of her future. In fact, they already had, she thought with a smirk.

It was no wonder why she had always had such a crush on him. Even now she still thought he was sexy. But the gawky teenager of her past would have been too mortified to act on those feelings, and Giles had just been too stuffy to do anything about it himself. She knew he wanted her as well, she had seen the way he watched her over the years, noticed the shift from father figure to man. Of course he couldn’t act on it, being British and all; there were moral standards to be upheld, proper appearances.

She briefly toyed with the idea of simply seducing him, it would be no trouble really. He was probably a hellcat in the sack, if his Ripper days were any indication, but she knew this would only open a big can of worms, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with that. Too bad, she thought as she slowly pulled the sheet down to reveal his rock hard cock beneath. He moaned again as her hand lightly brushed against his member.

“Willow…” he hissed, his hips bucking up slightly, craving more contact.

‘Well, well, well,’ she thought with an arched brow, ‘Dreaming of me without any planted suggestions? He must really want me.’ She traced her fingers along his chest again. ‘Poor boy, maybe I should give him something to remember me by.’ Reaching up she undid her choker, and tied it firmly around his engorged member. She left it loose enough, so as to not cause any damage, but tight enough that it would still be there when he woke. Then, running her finger along the slit on his tip, she brought the glistening drop of precum to her lips.

“Yummy,” she said softly, before heading downstairs to find her toy.

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 Spike was going out of his mind. What was taking her so long! He had heard her go upstairs, he assumed to knock out the watcher like last time, but that was more than twenty minutes ago. He was starting to think something had happened to her, when she finally appeared in the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face.

 “Well, don’t you look like the cat that ate the canary,” he smirked back.

 Willow walked toward the tub, muttering something under her breath. There was a slight clicking sound as Spike’s shackles fell from his limbs, and he took a quick moment to stretch.

 “Nice trick, luv, you’ll have to teach me that one.”

Then with lightning speed, he shot his hand out, and burying his fingers in her hair, he pulled her to him for a passionate kiss. His tongue, forcing its way into her mouth, thoroughly explored her hot cavern. She resisted a moment at his unwelcome intimacy, but softened somewhat as the kiss deepened. ‘Damn,’ she thought, ‘I could definitely get used to this.’

Then, remembering herself, she pulled back suddenly, and backhanded him across the face, hard. He was temporarily stunned, but recovered quickly. He briefly ran his tongue across his lips; she tasted different than she had that afternoon. The sweetness was still there but there was something else too, something musky maybe, vague, but familiar somehow.

“You are a very naughty boy. I didn’t say you could kiss me. Now, you will have to be punished.”

Spike shivered with desire at her words, and followed her into the living room. She indicated for him to strip, and he complied happily. Circling around him, Willow traced her fingers along his chest and back, and briefly along his firm ass. She loved his body. Over the years she had seen several vampires, and often wondered why many of them had been turned. The majority was neither beautiful nor intelligent, and therefore would have little to offer a sire. So what was the point of turning them?

Spike, on the other hand, had both beauty and brains; otherwise he would never have survived this long. Angelus could be a complete bastard, which was deserving of her respect, but he also had impeccable taste, which was also something to be admired. She would have to remember to thank him, the next time she saw him, for turning such a tasty morsel. But for now though, she would simply be content to play with the dark vampire’s childe.

She pulled a long scarf from her bag and tied it around his eyes, tightly. He made no protests; he liked the element of surprise. The redheaded vixen swiftly grabbed him by the back of the neck and roughly shoved him face down onto the table. Then, indicating for him to remain in his bent over position, she retrieved a cloth bundle from by the door, bringing it to the table to unwrap it. Spike was unable to see what was happening, only hear her moving around, but suddenly he was struck by the strong scent of roses.

Pulling several medium stem roses from the bundle, she tossed the cloth aside. She selected one out of the group and proceeded to rip the petals from its bloom, watching as they fell across the table and floor like little pink butterflies that had lost their will to fly. She then accosted the other blooms until all that was left was a bundle of naked stems, and confetti like aftermath of petals covering the area.

During this time Spike did his best to be patient, flinching occasionally when something soft and fragrant would drift down onto his back or shoulders. He was embarrassed at this reaction, ‘Scared of soddin’ flower petals! If this gets out, I’ll never live it down,’ he thought, but the sadist in Willow found it extremely amusing, and several times she let slip a giggle.

“You know, Spike, I couldn’t help but notice how well you’ve healed from our last little session. In fact, you don’t seem to have a single mark left on you,” as she said this, she trailed a warm finger down his back, again making him shiver. “Well, that’s just fine by me. I like a clean slate.”

Suddenly she brought the bunch of rose stems down hard against his back. Spike let out a sharp gasp with the impact. The blow was not as painful as the previous knife cuts had been, but it definitely stung. Plus, there was the added pain of the thorns, tugging at his skin when she pulled the stems back again. Each blow tore at his flesh a little more, until his back, legs, and buttocks were covered in bleeding welts. But Spike wasn’t the only victim as the sharp thorns also bit into her flesh as well, over time causing blood to flow from her hand, down the stems to combine with his.

Willow loved seeing ‘the big bad’ humbled before her. The more she beat him, the more she became aroused, and if she wasn’t mistaken, based on the low moaning sound Spike was making, he was equally excited. Pulling off her little slip dress (another outfit liberated from the slayer’s closet), she climbed onto the table, pulling Spike up on top of her.

At first he fumbled around clumsily, hindered by his blindfold, but soon he got his bearings as he began to kiss his way up her hot flesh. He took his time, wanting to savor the experience, thoroughly enjoying the slow torture he was able to give her in return. As brutal as she had been to him, he was nothing but gentle, as he planted one soft kiss after another, up her legs and skirting around her hot center, making her groan in frustration. She knew she could make him pleasure her any way she wanted, but he had been a good boy, he deserved a little freedom to explore. Besides, she was curious about just what he had to offer, and so far she wasn’t disappointed.

He continued his assent up her abdomen, lovingly caressing her bellybutton with his tongue, before moving on to first her right breast, and then the left. He circled her nipple with his tongue, and then sucked it into his mouth, giving it a gentle bite with blunt teeth. She couldn’t take much more of this. Finally they were face to face, and Spike leaned down to capture her mouth once more. Willow panicked, slightly thrown suddenly by how intimate the situation had become, and shoved the fist full of rose stems into his mouth.

“I think I’ve made it pretty clear to you how I feel about kissing,” she said coldly, “Now fuck me.”

Spike bit down on the stems, with a sudden rush of anger, tasting their combined blood along with the bitter taste of the plant, as he thrust into her, quickly and violently. He wanted to please her, wanted to be close to her, but instead she insisted on playing these games with him, messing with his head. Well, he was nobody’s fool. He ‘would’ have her for his mate, and if that meant breaking her in a little in the process, all the better. He thought of how he was going to turn the tables on this self-righteous bitch as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Willow wasn’t sure what had come over him suddenly, but he was riding her so hard, it was almost painful, and she loved it. She clawed at his wounded back, drawing fresh blood as she felt her orgasm take hold of her. Her throbbing channel clenched his member tightly as she rode out the waves, but Spike, distracted by his thoughts of revenge, continued to slam into her, with no sign of stopping soon. Again he brought her to the edge, but she knew that her body couldn’t take much more, or she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

Reaching up, she pried the rose stems from his clenched teeth, and pulled his head down to her throat, making her invitation clear. Spike was instantly brought back to the moment as his demon visage came to the fore, and he sunk his fangs into her tender flesh. The sensation pushed the nearly exhausted redhead over the edge again, her muscles once more clamping tightly around his rigid cock. This time, however, he was also caught up by the sensation, as he felt his balls start to tighten and came with a loud roar, filling her with his cold seed.

When it was over, neither of them made any immediate attempt to move, as they tried to recover their strength. Finally though, Willow became uncomfortable with their closeness, and pushed his limp body off of her. Dressing quickly, she went to look for a broom to clean up the rose petals, giving Spike a few more minutes to compose himself. She didn’t know what was wrong with her; this was supposed to be a simple fling. Spike was nothing more than a play thing for her to use for getting her sexual aggressions out. She wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for him.

She scowled to herself as she located the broom and dustpan. It must be the ‘other’ Willow doing this to her, her weaker counter part. She must have feelings for this vamp that were leaking through into her time. Well, not anymore! As of this moment, she and Spike were over. There was no way she was leaving either Willow susceptible to another heartbreak like she had gotten from Oz. Tonight was the last time, and she marched back out to the living room to tell him so. Yet, when she rounded the corner, and saw him standing, shirtless, as he tried to sweep up the mess on the table with his hands, her mind wandered back to their first kiss of the evening, the one he had taken her by surprise with, and all the other ones across her body that followed, and she lost her resolve.

She helped him finish the cleaning in silence, and then heated him a mug of blood. He noticed the change in her, but was unsure what it meant. He was still angry at the way she had treated him, but at the same time her callousness appealed to his dark side. He knew all about head games, he had spent centuries playing them with his victims, but now he was on the receiving end, and wasn’t too happy about it. If he was smart, he would walk away from her altogether, but as he watched her in the kitchen, fixing him a late night snack, he knew it was already too late to turn back.

~Part: 6~ Dirty little Secrets Revealed

 “You look a little pale, Will. You feelin’ ok?” Buffy asked her quiet friend as they made their way to her watcher’s place.

 Was she feeling ok?! Of course she wasn’t feeling ok! She was losing her freaking mind! Ever since Oz left, she had been on an emotional rollercoaster that had jumped the tracks and was heading straight for a brick wall. Yesterday, she had made out with Spike in Giles’ kitchen, like some kind of tramp, worse a vamp tramp! But Goddess help her, it was all she had been able to think about since. Something in his eyes, his touch, she could feel herself falling and it was scaring the hell out of her. She couldn’t take another heartbreak, not after Oz, but Spike just wouldn’t leave her head.

Then last night, she had the most erotic dream of her life, involving the gorgeous blonde vamp, and roses. She had done things to him that she could only have imagined in her darkest fantasies. When she woke the next morning she found a fresh bite on her throat, and panicked. Her hand wandered again to the scarf tied firmly around her neck, in an unconscious gesture to cover her misdeeds. She thought it had only been a dream, and yet she was carrying his mark, now she didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t make sense of it anymore, she just knew that something had to give, or she was going to break.

“Will? Willow? Are you listening to me?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were ok.”

“I’m fine,” she lied, without a second thought.

As they descended the stairs to Giles’ courtyard, they saw his neighbor, fussing over her rose bushes and ranting to herself. Willow felt her blood run cold as they drew nearer, and saw that somebody had hacked them to pieces, leaving only stubs behind. Flashes of her dream floated back to her. Roses, there had been roses. Buffy, of course, found the whole thing highly amusing. Maybe now she wouldn’t have to listen to the old bat go on and on about her ‘prize winning’ flowers, every time she went past. She worked hard to suppress a giggle as she traipsed in the door, eager to share the amusing news, Willow wandering numbly behind her. But they both stopped short as they entered, to find Giles holding Spike by the throat.

“I swear; I knew you were a sick bastard, but I never thought you could stoop to such depravity! Now, I want to know how you got out of your bloody shackles!” Giles was screaming, the veins in his neck popping out like he was about to have an aneurism.

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘mate’,” Spike replied with barely controlled rage.

Buffy pulled Giles back, while casually slipping a stake out of her pocket. She eyed both men carefully for a moment, then turning to her mentor and friend, she calmly asked for an explanation. Giles shuffled his feet awkwardly, turning slightly red, before he began.

“I have reason to believe Spike got free last night, and…and…molested me,” his voice trailed off toward the end, so that it was barely audible, his embarrassment almost a tangible thing now. He pulled his glasses off and began cleaning them furiously, not wanting to see the looks on their faces.

“And you call me the sick bastard?! I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole! Not even to get this bloody chip out of my head!” Spike yelled incredulously. Then, turning to Buffy, said “I think the old watcher is going senile, slayer. I was chained up in the tub all night, just ask him.”

“Giles, you know I don’t need an excuse to stake him, all you have to do is say the word,” she offered, grasping her stake harder.

“Wait Buffy, if he says he was locked up, maybe he was,” Willow chimed in, knowing she was somehow involved in this but unsure how. “I mean, maybe it was just a dream, Giles. A bad dream.”

“You call this a dream?” he asked, holding up the black choker, his rage once again bubbling to the surface, “I found it tied to my John Thomas this morning!”

Buffy grabbed the small velvet object from Giles’ hand and turned to face the redhead.

“Willow, it’s yours!”

Suddenly something seemed to snap in the room. The feeling of Willow’s world breaking apart, hit her like a wave crashing against the shore. They were all looking at her. Buffy with confusion, Giles with shame, and Spike, Spike looked at her like something had finally clicked into place. Her mouth had tasted different the last time they kissed, and now he knew why.

Giles had no warning as her unholy lover seemingly flew through the air and landed on top of him. Spike’s face was a mask of rage and pain as he began beating the watcher senseless, all the while being tortured by the chip. She was his! He had done everything she wanted. Allowed her to dominate him, humiliate him, and all the while she was carrying on with the bloody librarian. He didn’t care if the chip fried every last brain cell, in fact he welcomed it. He wanted to forget everything that bitch had done to him, the pain in his head not even comparing to his feeling of betrayal.

Buffy, stunned and overwhelmed by the situation, didn’t react at first, but soon recovered herself and pulled the raging vamp off her watcher, pinning him to the floor with a stake to his chest. He squirmed uncomfortably, but didn’t resist too much, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to plunge it into his heart.

“Giles are you alright?” she called out. Then, seeing him nod and start to sit up, his face bruised and bloodied, she turned expectant eyes on Willow. “Okay, Will, what the hell is going on here?”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, slumping to the ground, “I don’t know what’s happening, I just know it’s my fault. Buffy, please don’t kill Spike, please!”

The defeated redhead curled herself into the fetal position, and began to wail helplessly, overcome by the flood of emotions that were flowing out of her. Whatever rage or humiliation there had been in the room before was replaced with pity. Giles swooped the shaking girl off the floor and into his strong arms, carrying her up to his bed, ignoring the low growl coming from Spike. Buffy followed close behind, and sat with her friend while Giles went to the kitchen to make the redhead a strong cup of tea, and fix himself a stiff drink.

Glancing over at his captive and assailant, he couldn’t help but notice the look of loss and concern on his face. Sighing, he poured another large brandy, and handed it over to the vampire, who gave him a surprised, but grateful look in return. It was obvious to the watcher as he headed back upstairs with the tea, that he wasn’t the only victim in this matter.

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 It was hours before Willow had recovered enough to speak to Giles about what had happened, and even then, she still couldn’t look at him, choosing instead to focus on the lamp by his bed. She had been staring at it for some time while she tried to explain things, and now every time she closed her eyes, she could see a large white spot where the light had been.

 “Willow? Willow, I asked you when this started.” Giles repeated softly, still feeling somewhat embarrassed himself.

 “I don’t know, a couple weeks ago, I guess. Everyone kept telling me to get over Oz, and I thought if I just did a little confidence spell, maybe it would be easier to get on with things, you know? So I borrowed one of your books, and did the spell, but I guess I did something wrong.”

 Giles sat patiently, rubbing his temples and listening to all she had to say, periodically removing his glasses and rubbing them furiously during the parts involving Spike. After the day he had had, it was a wonder he hadn’t rubbed a hole in them already. Willow didn’t say so, but he felt sure she was the one responsible for the things happening to him as well, such as the sudden dreams, and his little surprise that morning. When she said something had gone wrong with the spell, she was making the understatement of the decade in his opinion. Once she was through, he bit back the lecture he had planned to give her on the dangers of magic, seeing the look of total remorse on her face, and went downstairs to research instead.

 Buffy, who had waited with Spike while the pair talked upstairs, did her best to ignore the pacing vampire who was getting on her very last nerve. She wanted to be up there with Willow, but Giles thought it would be best if they spoke alone. She eyed Spike warily, wanting to believe this was his fault somehow, but knowing instinctively it wasn’t. She watched as he constantly glanced up to where the redhead had been taken, his longing almost tangible. She didn’t like that look. Whatever his involvement was in all this, it ended here.

 “Listen, death breath, I don’t know how you’re mixed up in this, but whatever’s been going on between you and Willow stops now,” Buffy told him with deadly calm, twirling the stake in her hand to be sure he got her point.

 “Whatever, slayer. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. It’s not like the little witch is gonna want to have anything to do with me now anyway,” he said with some sense of defeat, realizing his fiery goddess had been acting under a spell the whole time.

He had truly been a fool, falling for the tiny mortal, who would never even have given him the time of day if she had been in her right mind. He was feeling sorry for himself and desperately wanted to kill something to help shake off the sensation. How was it that women always had so much power over him? First Cecily, then Dru, and now Red. Still, as much as he wanted to slink off somewhere and drown his miseries in blood and whiskey, he couldn’t leave until he knew his Red was okay. ‘His’ Red, that was a joke; she would never be ‘his’ now. He continued to pace, mourning his loss, when the watcher descended the stairs, drawing Spike’s attention, as he made his way to one of the book shelves.

Giles pulled out a large tome from the collection, and began flipping through the pages, until he found what he was looking for. A soft clucking sound escaped his mouth as he shook his head with the realization of what had happened. Buffy moved towards him, to inquire about his discovery, but he waved her away and began making a list of ingredients for the counter spell. Then, handing her the slip of paper, and some money, he sent her off to the magic shop and headed back upstairs to Willow. Book in hand as he went, both watcher and slayer had forgotten all about the undead houseguest wearing a hole in the living room rug. Spike took the opportunity to creep silently halfway up the stairs so he could better eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Well, the good news is I believe I’ve discovered what went wrong, and have sent Buffy to get some things so we can reverse the spell.”

“What’s the bad news?” Willow inquired, feeling sure she didn’t want to know the answer.

“Well, I’m not sure how to put this, but the force…the uh…other personality you thought was taking over your body, it was you.”

“What?! No, Giles, that’s not possible. I mean those things I dreamed I did with Spike, to him, and you,” both of them suddenly glanced at the floor, their embarrassment returning, before she continued, “I would never, ‘could’ never do those things!”

“I know, but the fact remains that you did. The spell you cast was only supposed to give you a slight confidence boost, so you could act on your feelings with a little more freedom. But with your emotions running so high after Oz left, the spell became much more intense, if you will, causing all your hidden desires to manifest themselves into an uncontrollable force.”

“But if that’s true, then how come I can’t remember more than half of what I’ve done?”

“Well, you probably blocked it out. I don’t quite understand all the details yet, but I feel confident that I can remedy the situation.”

Spike couldn’t believe his ears, so the little one had been acting on her darkest impulses all along. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

~Part: 7~ Spike's Turn to Play

 It had been a couple weeks since Giles had performed the counter spell on Willow, and she hadn’t been back to his place since. She couldn’t face those people yet or possibly ever. She had decided it would be best to stay at her parents’ house for awhile, so she wouldn’t have to see Buffy’s look of pity anymore. The redhead chose to focus on her classes instead. School had always been an escape for her, and now more than ever, she needed to get away from her thoughts for awhile.

As she wandered through her empty house toward the kitchen, she had never felt so alone. She knew her friends had already forgiven her, but she was still too ashamed to forgive herself. Plus, if she went back, she would have to see Spike, and she was quite sure he hadn’t forgiven her, would never forgive her, and it made her sick to think about it.

Xander had called her everyday, Buffy too, trying to convince her that everything was ok, and that they needed their ‘research girl’ back, but she knew they were just trying to make her feel better. Suddenly it seemed like the silence of her surroundings was choking her, she needed some air. Grabbing a stake and squirt gun filled with holy water, she headed out into the night, feeling her head clear a bit as a cool breeze blew across her face.

Spike watched from the bushes as she left her house. Where did the chit think she was going at this time of night? Didn’t she realize how dangerous this town was after dark? He had been watching her for more than a week now. Every night he tried to get up the nerve to knock on her door, and every night he failed to find the courage, sneaking off to watch her from the bushes instead, like some kind of peeping Tom. He hated that she made him feel this way, so insecure, that he didn’t even have the guts to talk to her, but the way she was avoiding the watcher’s place seemed to make her feelings about him pretty clear. And if there was any doubt, Buffy made sure to point out to him, several times a day that the only reason she wouldn’t come over was because of him.

Spike followed the redhead at a safe distance, easily avoiding detection with his stealth, not to mention the fact that Willow seemed oblivious to just about everything right now. This was proven when she veered off the sidewalk and headed straight for one of Sunnydale’s many cemeteries. Willow, unaware of what she was doing, was simply going on autopilot, having taken this path with Buffy several times in the past while on patrol. Spike nearly swallowed his tongue; either the girl had gone insane or had a serious death wish. He began to run, wanting to catch up with her, his concern outweighing his fear of rejection. Unfortunately, before he could reach her, the zoned out girl stumbled upon a gang of at least six vampires.

Willow let out a loud squeal as she instantly recognized the severity of her situation. She clutched the squirt gun in her pocket, knowing full well she could never handle this many alone, when suddenly a hand snaked its way around her waist and a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

“Easy there, pet, just play along, and with any luck, you’ll make it out of this alive,” Spike’s voice was barely audible, but still it went through her like a bolt of lightening, causing her arousal to build unexpectedly, despite the dire situation they were in. Her scent was intoxicating, and Spike fought hard to focus on the vamps before him, who were eyeing Willow like she was a steak dinner. “Evening chaps. Just out for a stroll with my girl here, seen any good prospects around, I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

“Looks like you’ve already got a tasty morsel there. How’s about sharing?” a particularly ugly vamp with an eye patch asked.

“Not on your unlife, mate,” Spike responded coldly, “This one’s strictly my pet, she for fucking only, no snacking.” His words stung as if he had hit her, but she did her best to hide her hurt. Spike sensing her tension, ran his thumb across her stomach in small circles, trying to soothe her.

“Ugh, sex with a mortal, disgusting!” patch replied, pulling a face.

“Hey don’t knock it. Well, I guess we’ll be off now, heard the slayer was coming this way, so cheers.”

“Just a sec,” another vamp, one he recognized from Willy’s bar, spoke up, “Aren’t you the one they call Spike?”

“The one and only mate, what’s it to ya?” he responded smugly, loving that his ‘bad’ reputation had preceded him.

“I heard those army guys fixed you up good, made it so you can’t bite no more. I even heard you had to turn to the slayer because you couldn’t take care of yourself,” he answered with a sneer.

“Well, you heard wrong,” Spike replied hotly, and tightened his grip around Willow, trying to decide whether they could outrun the bunch.

“Yeah, well the Spike I remember wouldn’t be wasting his time with a human pet; he would’ve just drained her.”

“That’s right,” another one added, all of them getting into the debate now, “and I seen this one before, she’s one of the slayer’s little groupies.”

Uh oh, this was not good. Willow glanced at Spike, her fear obvious, they needed to do something, now, or she was going to become a communal juice box. She reached up then, and ran her hand down his jaw line, turning toward him, and slipping her other hand around his back, holding the squirt gun firmly between his body and his duster.

“Oh sure, I used to hang with Buffy,” she practically purred as she rubbed her body up and down Spike’s, driving him wild with desire, “but that’s before Spike here showed me the error of my ways.”

“What can I say, the bird’s crazy for me. But if there’s any doubts about whether I still have my fangs, then just take a look at this,” he said, pulling back her hair to reveal the still healing bite on her neck.

The group of vamps leaned in closer for a better look. Now was her chance. Pulling the gun out quickly, she took aim and rapidly fired holy water into their eyes, then grabbing Spike by the hand, the pair took off at a dead run for her house. They reached it barely in time, and Willow fumbled with the keys in her panic to get the door open as the group of now thoroughly pissed off vampires closed in on them.

Finally, she managed to shove the key in the lock and force the door open. She ordered Spike inside, and punctuated her command with a hard shove, slamming the door shut behind them. The pair leaned heavily against the door, while Willow gasped for breath, jumping nearly out of her skin when the group of ‘toothy’ thugs began pounding against the heavy oak barrier.

Spike pulled her away, and ushered her onto the couch, where the redhead sat shaking violently, while he went to the kitchen to make her a cup of tea. Unfortunately, after searching the cupboards, he came up empty. ‘Bloody Americans, live like savages they do,’ he thought with distaste. Finally he brought her the only thing he could find.

“Chicken soup?” she asked, looking down at the steaming mug he had placed in her trembling hands.

“Well, apparently the last time someone around here went shopping, they forgot to buy any tea or anything else really. What’ve you been living on, luv?”

“Umm, peanut butter?”

“I see. Well, I’d offer to make you a fabulous dinner, but I’m not much of a cook, and you’ve got no groceries.”

“That’s okay, Spike. You don’t need to be nice to me. I’m sure those guys are gone by now, so you can get back to whatever you were doing before,” she said with a heavy sigh, setting the mug down on the end table next to her, unable to look at him any more.

“Fine,” he replied icily, “You want me to go, I’ll go.”

He grabbed his duster off a nearby chair and headed for the door, his face a mask of anger, but as he reached for the knob, he hesitated. Why should he leave? She ‘belonged’ to him, she was wearing his mark after all. So he was supposed to just give up, because she was unsure about what ‘she’ wanted? Boy, this chit had really done a number on him. The old Spike would never have backed down from what he wanted, and it was about time he got a little of his backbone back. He turned on his heal and strode toward the moping redhead, catching her off guard as he swooped her up into his arms, and headed upstairs to her bedroom.

“Spike what are you doing?!” Willow squealed, as he reached their destination and tossed her down on the bed.

“I’m taking what’s mine.” He replied simply, reaching down and ripping her T-shirt from her body.

Willow was frozen in shock, as she saw the lust burning in his eyes. He wanted her? After all the horrible things she had done to him, the humiliation she had put him through, why would he want anything to do with her? But these thoughts quickly vanished as he began yanking her jeans off her, leaving her breathing heavily on the bed, in only her bra and panties.

He bent over her, and slipped her bra straps down her shoulders, exposing two perfectly pink nipples. He sat on the bed next to her, looking at her flushed skin and heaving bosom. She was gorgeous, and she was his.  He licked his thumb and forefinger of his left hand and trailed the moist digits across her right nipple. Willow hissed at the sensation, arching her back to increase contact as she snaked her own hand to the growing bulge in his jeans. Spike simply brushed her hand away, pinching her nipple harshly to draw her attention back to where he wanted it. Willow cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, forgetting momentarily about anything other than her own growing need.

After a few minutes, Spike moved his hand over to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. The small redhead was now writhing in pleasure, only vaguely aware that he was speaking to her. That is, until she received another brutal pinch, this time to her left nipple, making her eyes water with pain, as she looked up at him in dazed confusion.

“I said; you’ve been a very bad girl. Haven’t you, Red?”

“Umm, yes,” she replied through a haze of lust.

“Yes, master,” he corrected, then looking into her eyes again, gave her nipple a sharp twist, making her cry out again with a fresh wave of discomfort.

“Yesss, master,” she hissed back, making his cock surge in his pants.

“And naughty girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral, not wanting to betray his overwhelming desire, and thereby giving up the control in this situation.

“Yes, master, please punish me!” she moaned loudly, making him almost lose it again. Willow knew she should be scared, and she was, but it only fueled the fire within her.

“Get on your knees, with your eyes facing the wall,” he instructed, and she scrambled to comply with his wishes. He wanted her to learn once and for all, that he was the one in control, but at this rate, he doubted he would be able to hold out much longer.

He made her wait like that for a few minutes, while he took his time undressing, his cock jutting out from his naked form proudly. He pulled his belt from his pants, glancing over at her periodically to see her eyes still fixed firmly on the wall in front of her. He ran one hand gently over the curve of her firm ass, and fought back a smile when he looked down at her white cotton panties with little yellow smiley faces on them. He grabbed the waistband, promising himself he would buy her another pair, and ripped them from her body. Willow gasped in surprise, but still did not move from her spot.

He was impressed; the girl actually did know how to follow instructions. Again he ran his hand over her now bare ass, but this time he trailed it down between her legs, and slid his fingers along her slick folds, before thrusting two of them into her hot passage. Willow let out a low moan, and pushed back with her ass, driving him deeper inside her. Spike pulled his fingers back, placing them in his mouth and grinning at the soft whimper she gave at the loss of contact, as he licked his hand clean of her delicious essence.

Then, without warning, he brought the belt down hard against her buttocks, with a loud crack. Willow let out a yelp of startled pain, but still she didn’t move. At first, his intention had been to go easy on her, she was a mortal after all, and he just wanted to break her a little bit. He wanted her to beg for him to stop, to beg for a little mercy. But with every blow, she continued to stare straight ahead, never wavering, as her moans became louder, and her arousal began to drip down her thighs. She was in ecstasy, and with each strike of the belt, he drove her a little closer. He gave her ass one final lash, knowing she was ready to go over the edge, and then dropped the belt to the floor. He ran his cool hand over her hot cheeks again, marveling at how red he had made them.

“Willow, Red, what do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I want you to fuck me, master, please!” she pleaded.

“Alright, baby, but if you’re a good girl, you won’t cum before me. Understand?”

“Yesss, master, please…” she replied, her voice becoming a loud moan as he positioned his head at her entrance and slammed into her.

They both cried out from the much needed contact as he thrust into her, repeatedly, with brutal force, his balls slapping against her ass and clit, adding to the sensation. Willow clawed at the sheets below her fingers, trying hard to concentrate on the little patch of wall she was now so familiar with. She needed to maintain her focus, or she would never be able to hold out long enough. Lucky for her, however, Spike was already worked into a frenzy himself, and could feel the earth start to slip away around him as his balls began to tighten. He snaked one hand into her hair, and roughly yanked her body up till it was flush against his. The bleached demon shifted into his game face, and buried his fangs in her throat, making Willow cry out again, as he gulped down her hot blood greedily, and emptied his cold load inside of her. Willow was overwhelmed by it all, and felt like the walls were crashing down around her as she went over the edge into oblivion, her muscles clamping around his still pulsating cock and milking the last of his seed from him.

Finally the pair collapsed on the bed together, exhausted and weak, but happy. Spike rolled off his redheaded witch, his new mate, and pulled her close to him, licking away the last traces of blood from her wound. He eyed the curtains suspiciously, knowing they would not be able to keep the light out and knowing also that it didn’t matter, because if he didn’t return to the watcher’s soon, they would surely come here looking for him. Willow sighed contentedly, stroking his chest lightly as she turned her lamp like green eyes upon his stormy blue ones.

“You know, people are going to notice if you keep biting me like that,” she said, a smile playing across her lips.

“Maybe I want them to notice. Maybe I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he replied seriously before kissing her lightly on the forehead.

Her heart constricted in her chest at his words, but she knew what he was proposing was not possible, not now anyway, and she told him so. Her words stung him, not because he doubted her feelings for him, but because he could see the truth of what she was saying. There was no way the slayer, or any of them for that matter, would ever let the two of them just be happy together. He sighed heavily with a sense of defeat.

“Hey,” she said, running her fingers lightly down his jaw line, “I didn’t mean that we should stop seeing each other. I just think it would be best if we kept it our little secret until summer break. Then, if you haven’t gotten sick of me by that time, I can transfer to another school. You know I got accepted to Oxford.”

Spike pulled her closer, and kissed her hard. As if he could ever get sick of her! He felt like his dead heart was going to burst from his chest. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve such a beauty, but he thanked the powers that be, all the same.

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 “I’m so glad to finally have you back, Willow,” Giles said warmly as he pulled her into a quick hug, not noticing the little growl that was coming from Spike on the other side of the room.

 “Well, it’s good to be back,” she smiled, glancing around the room at all her friends, “I missed you guys.” Then, pulling Giles aside, she said more softly, “About what happened before, I’m really sorry.” She glanced down then and shuffled her feet in renewed embarrassment.

 “It’s alright, Willow, I’ve already forgotten all about it,” he said, noticing her look of hopeful surprise, and added softly, “Living on the hellmouth, does give one the chance to hone their skills of denial and repression. I find that if I focus only on cleaning my glasses during those moments, it’s easier to block all the rest out.”

 Willow couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of all the times she had seen him cleaning his glasses, and threw her arms around him again for another hug. Then, grabbing a book and flopping down on the couch next to Xander, she dove into research mode along with all the rest. Xander leaned up against her in a chummy way, and placed his arm around her shoulders.

 “So, Wills, tell me the truth, how are you really doing? I mean the thing with Oz and then the magic going all kablooey on you, are you doing ok?” her oldest friend asked her with concern in his voice. She snuck a quick look over at Spike, who gave her a conspiratorial wink back. Then, turning and flashing Xander a brilliant smile, she replied…

 “Yeah, I’m over it!”

End.

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