Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Summary: Willow’s coming to terms with her new condition, and decides to give Spike a little present.
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Spike woke to
the now familiar pull of Willow attached to his throat, slowly sucking
down his blood in her sleep. He pulled her head back slowly, careful not
to wake her, and chuckled softly as her lips continued to move slightly,
unaware that they were no longer feeding. She was beyond beautiful, much
more than a princess. She was a goddess, and she was his now, forever.
The last week
had been hard on both of them. Spike had sent Drusilla home, where she
would be safe, and he and Willow had spent most of the rest of their time
researching the changes that were happening to her. Just when they thought
they knew the full extent of her transformation, a new development would
occur. Giles had asked them to keep a detailed account of any changes so
they could later be recorded for posterity. This of course had made Spike
furious that his mate was being treated like a bug in a jar, but Willow
understood the watcher’s reasoning. If this situation were to happen to
some other girl in the future, she was all too happy to provide any information
she could to make the transition easier than hers had been.
For the most
part her changes had been beneficial, increased strength, speed, and healing
that would rival any vampire. She also noticed a marked increase in her
magical abilities, and hadn’t had a single spell backfire since the change.
Plus, she now had some sort of physical allure that worked on men and women
alike, only supernatural creatures and other powerful witches seemed to
be immune. This new ability was a mixed blessing so far. Willow had yet
to learn how to control it, and found that whenever the hunger awoke in
her, she was just as helpless to resist the power as the people who flocked
to her like moths to a flame, happy to give their lives to feed her hunger.
After a couple incidents of being nearly gang raped while out for a walk,
Willow had learned that the problem was less likely to occur if she had
had a good feeding from Spike before going out.
That was where
the problems began. Spike was all too happy to feed his mate whenever,
and however much she needed. Unfortunately, he had to consume three times
as much blood as before to keep the two of them going. The redhead did
still continue to eat regular food, but at times her blood lust seemed
insatiable. Both had come to understand why she had developed the ability
to lure victims to her mate, because in any other situation Spike would
have gladly welcomed the extra food to satisfy the needs of his mate. However,
with the chip still active, this ability so far had proved to be more of
a hindrance than a help.
Of course, the
other main problem that had developed was the girl’s new reaction to the
sun. It was unknown if the sun would turn her to dust like a vampire with
enough exposure, no one was interested in experimenting on this point.
It was enough for all of them to know that it would burn her the instant
it touched her skin. The smaller, more cosmetic changes, such as paler
skin, and eyes that flashed gold whenever Willow became angry, did not
seem that big of a deal. However, when she grew a petite set of fangs on
the third day, Willow was panic stricken that everyone she met would instantly
recognize that she was some kind of freak.
It took quite some effort for Spike to calm her and convince her that
the razor sharp points were barely noticeable, and in his opinion were
quite fetching. The truth was, of all her changes, this one pleased him
the most. He had always been aroused when she had bit into him, but the
new fangs made her bite deeper somehow more intoxicating. Not to mention,
they also served as a reminder that she belonged to him, a mark of possession
for all the world to see. Willow did not enjoy them one bit however. She
was constantly nicking her tongue or her lip on the sharp points, and kissing
Spike had become a hazardous endeavor. He assured her that in time she
would grow accustomed to them, and these problems would cease, but for
now she hated them and spent hours in front of the bathroom mirror just
staring at what a freak she now was.
Sadly, Giles
had broken down on the fourth day after her change had begun, and told
the rest of the Scoobies what was really happening. After all, they would
have to learn the truth eventually anyway, Willow and Spike couldn’t be
held hostage forever. Of course the whole lot of them had showed up on
the redhead’s doorstep, demanding to be let in. Buffy had led the group,
determined to find some excuse to stake Spike and prove that Willow was
now in fact an evil vampire so she could stake her as well. But when they
arrived, not only did Buffy have to come to terms with the fact that while
her friend was no longer human, she was not the evil dead either and therefore
could not be staked, but she also had to accept that Spike now had a soul
and as much as she hated it, it would be like staking Angel for no reason
and even Buffy wasn’t that much of a hypocrite.
Most of the others
handled the news better than Buffy. Dawn thought it was cool to have her
favorite vamp back in town, especially now that he wasn’t evil anymore,
and thought it was horribly romantic that he and Willow would be mated
for eternity. Xander was still not happy about the situation, but he loved
Willow, and was willing to do whatever it took to give her the support
she needed. Anya didn’t see what the big deal was, and simply suggested
to Giles that they start keeping the Magic Box open twenty-four hours a
day, and have Willow take the graveyard shift. Amy and Tara were content
with the knowledge that they were immune to Willow’s new powers and were
happy to have a new witch to cast with. Oz had not been happy at all. He
had let out a disgusted growl at the sight of Willow sitting in her lover’s
lap, and Spike had returned his growl with one of his own, pulling the
redhead tighter against him.
Since that day,
no one had come to the house. Giles had insisted that they be given their
space until they were ready to associate with the others again. Tonight
was to be the first night that Willow was going to return to the magic
box. Spike had offered to go with her, but she had wanted to do it by herself.
She loved him, but knew that they couldn’t spend every minute of eternity
together, or she would most likely stake him herself.
Spike ran a nice
bath while he made her a large bowl of cocoa puffs. She would need a real
feeding before she left for the night, but she seemed to feel better about
the first feeding of the day if she had something normal, something human,
to eat first. Spike threw a few packets of blood into the microwave before
running the cereal up to Willow. He always loved watching her when she
first woke. Before, when she was human, it had been a rare occasion that
he would wake before her, but since the change she had adapted to a nocturnal
lifestyle rather nicely. She was often grumpy at first when he woke her,
pouting and sticking out her bottom lip in a way that he could only describe
as adorable. Of course the sugared cereal seemed to help ease the transition
of waking quite a bit. He didn’t know when she had abandoned the awful
health food trip, but he was glad she had. Frankly that tofu stuff gave
him a bit of the wiggins.
Spike drank down
all three hot packets of blood while she was finishing off her chocolaty
goodness. He felt almost too full, as he covered a belch, not wanting to
offend Willow with his bad eating habits. Truth was, normally he would
have only had one packet of blood, but with the redhead constantly feeding
off of him, he needed to consume quite a bit more to keep his strength
up. Giles was hopeful that her hunger would subside somewhat, once the
change was complete. Spike hoped he was right, but until then he was content
to do whatever it would take to keep her satisfied.
The blonde vampire
finished his blood and headed into the bathroom, climbing into the hot
bath and letting out a sigh as the heat soaked into his cold flesh. He
turned the tap off with his big toe, sinking down into the bubbles and
warmth until he was covered up to his chin. He called out for Willow to
join him, and watched with an expression of wonder as the red haired beauty
entered the bathroom in just her knickers and one of his old T-shirts.
“Finish undressing
and get in the tub, pet,” he instructed, not a demand, but not an invitation
either, as an evil grin quirked on his lips.
Willow had a
sudden flash of déjà vu as she looked at him, stretched leisurely
in the tub, one hand stroking his chest lightly, the other reaching out
to her. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he had first uttered those words
to her. She had been so terrified the first time, and yet here she was,
countless baths later. If she had known back then what the future held
for her, the horror, the heartache, if she had known then, would she still
have gone to him that first time, or would she have turned and run, taking
her chances with his minions? Willow looked deep into his eyes, and saw
that the fierceness of that first night was still there, but now there
was something more, love. He loved her, really loved her, and would do
anything for her. It was like something she had only read about in fairytales
as a child, and never really expected to find in real life. But it was
here, and despite all the hardships she had faced to get there, she couldn’t
turn her back on him for anything. They truly belonged together.
“Are you all
right, luv?” Spike asked with concern as he watched Willow stand frozen,
lost in thought.
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah,
I’m fine.”
“Then finish
undressing and get in the tub.”
“If I don’t,
will you come over here and throw me in?” she asked, trying to stifle a
giggle.
“What?” Spike
asked, confused for a moment, and then the memory hit him and he began
to laugh as well. “We have really been through a lot since that first night,
huh?”
“We have,” she
said softly, pulling the T-shirt over her head, and slipping off her panties.
She stood for a moment, frozen by the look on his face.
“Cor’, pet, you
are still an absolute vision to behold.”
Willow climbed
into the hot water then, letting out a moan as it eased her stiff muscles.
The feeling of her pressing her back against his chest made Spike moan
as well. This was truly how things were meant to be. With a coy smile,
the redhead handed him a sponge and gave herself over to the sensation
of Spike’s gentle hands washing her shoulders arms and chest. He soon abandoned
the sponge, taking one pink nipple between his fingers and twisting it
gently, his other hand trailing down into the hot water to find her core.
Willow gasped
as he found her swollen nub and began rubbing it in slow circles. She could
feel his need pressing into her back, as her breath began to come in short
gasps. Her release hit her hard, like an explosion inside her, stretching
out to every part of her until all that was left was boneless limbs. She
was vaguely aware of Spike planting light kisses along her neck and shoulders,
his erection pressing more insistently into her lower back.
She turned then,
so that she was on her knees straddling him. She looked down into his reverent
eyes, and kissed him, tongues gently probing, not looking for dominance,
just exploring. They tried to be careful around Willow’s new fangs, but
the lovers were still adjusting to them and both soon suffered small cuts
on their lips and tongues. The wounds would quickly heal, but for the moment
the taste of fresh blood only added to the passion of the kiss. As Willow
continued to kiss the blonde vampire, she reached down between their bodies,
taking his hard shaft in her tiny hand and positioning him at her opening.
Spike let out another soft moan that was swallowed by the kiss, but it
soon became an audible gasp as she lowered herself onto him, sheathing
him in her tight heat.
She was scalding,
even compared to the steaming water surrounding them. Willow began a slow
rocking pace, raising up until he was almost completely out of her, before
lowering herself onto him again. She moved tortuously slow, sighing with
pleasure as he raised himself up to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
He bit down gently on the point, his hands moving to her hips to help guide
her and quicken her pace to match his growing need. Spike moved his assault
to her other nipple, his fingers digging into her hips as he felt himself
nearing his release. He ran one thumb down to again find her clit, stroking
the hard nub as their bodies continued to rock together. Soon her legs
began to shake as her second orgasm took hold of her. She could no longer
move as a keening wail escaped her lips. Spike continued to pound into
her, easily able to lift her weight without her help. Soon the shaking
spread through her whole body, as his demon took over, and he sunk his
fangs into her tender throat, his thumb still working her clit until her
orgasm began to reach the level of pain, her muscles clamping down repeatedly
on his engorged cock. Finally it hit him, and he exploded inside her, his
head rearing back, and a load roar escaping his blood coated lips.
When it was over,
Willow collapsed on top of her lover unable to move. Spike also was at
a loss for a moment or two, but finally the pair pulled apart, and continued
to get ready. Willow didn’t want to be late to her first night back at
work, and Spike had decided to take a quick patrol around a couple of the
cemeteries to see if he could scrounge up a spot of violence. It was mighty
distracting for him though, watching her dress, when all he wanted to do
was rip her clothes off of her again. He knew she needed to have some time
for herself, and was trying hard to respect this need, but it wasn’t easy.
If it were up to him, they would spend every minute together for the rest
of eternity. Willow finally decided on a black halter-top and matching
black and white plaid mini-skirt, followed by petite black combat boots.
Spike of course stuck with the classics, black jeans, black T-shirt, black
boots, and his new short black leather jacket.
Together they
made quite the monochrome pair as Willow pulled on her black zip-up hooded
sweatshirt. Spike sat on the end of the bed, still watching her. When she
was finished she climbed up into his lap, straddling his legs again, and
kissing him gently, this time without either of them suffering a single
cut from her fangs, and she pulled back and smiled proudly at her accomplishment.
Spike smiled a toothy grin back at her, and pulled her head to his throat.
He let out a loud sigh as the twin points bit into his flesh. Willow gulped
down his blood greedily, wishing it was still warm. Often she liked to
feed immediately after he did, so the blood didn’t have a chance to grow
cold, but often even then it was lukewarm at best. Still, there was a power
to it, that she could feel coursing through her every time she fed, and
it was completely intoxicating. As she continued to pull the cool liquid
into her mouth, she could feel Spike growing hard beneath her as he often
did when she fed. His hands grabbed her hips, grinding his erection into
her, but regretfully she was in a hurry. Her hunger finally sated, she
pulled back from him, climbing off his lap, only to hear Spike groan in
frustration, throwing himself back on the bed.
“Sorry, baby,
but I gotta go or I’m going to be late. I promise to jump your bones later
though,” she offered with a grin.
“I will count
the minutes,” he said, jumping up to brush a chaste kiss across her lips,
and watching sadly as she grabbed her keys and left.
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“You’re late,”
Anya quipped as Willow came through the magic box door.
“Only five minutes,”
Willow replied in frustration.
“Yes, well it’s
just that kind of corporate sabotage that leads to faulty production and
the overall destruction of capitalism!”
“What?” Willow
asked in confusion.
“Nothing, but
I’m taking the five minutes out of your paycheck.”
“Oh, Anya, really,”
Giles sighed as he came out from the back, “I don’t think Willow being
five minutes late is really going to lead to the end of the American way.
Why don’t you just help her get started on the inventory for now.”
Three hours later,
the inventory was almost done. Anya and Giles were both off helping customers,
and Willow was finishing off the last of the more dangerous books on black
magic, which were kept on the balcony, when she noticed a particularly
large volume she hadn’t noticed before. She was fairly familiar with all
the texts kept in the store, and was curious and excited to find a new
book to look through. She took a moment to flip through it, and soon came
upon a summoning spell. The spell was very powerful, and could be used
to call any object to you, making it simply materialize in front of you.
For the last
few days Willow had wanted to find a spell that would remove Spike’s chip.
It was wrong for him to be saddled with such a device, making it impossible
for him to even defend himself against humans. Plus, now that he had his
soul back, it was unlikely that he was planning any killing sprees. She
quickly read through the description of the spell, and felt sure that it
would do the trick nicely. She jotted down the incantation and list of
ingredients on her note pad, before slipping the book back on the shelf
and finishing her work.
It was after
one in the morning when Willow finally made her way through the door. She
was greeted by the sight of a candle light dinner, and Spike holding a
bunch of white cal lilies. The couple happily ate and discussed her first
evening back at work. Spike told her of his night’s adventures and the
three vamps he had dusted, topped off by the little green Snerzit demon
he managed to behead with its own sword.
After dinner
they took a leisurely walk, and held hands like any normal couple in love.
Willow wanted to tell Spike about the spell she had found, but didn’t want
to get his hopes up. Instead, she waited for him to fall asleep sometime
just before dawn, and prepared to cast the incantation before he woke,
wanting to surprise him.
Spike, who had
been thoroughly exhausted from a night of fighting and shagging, slept
soundly through all the preparations. In fact, Willow thought for a moment
he may just sleep through the whole thing, but she was worried that he
might wake up part way through, so she did a little sleep spell on him
before she began.
The redhead was
very happy that her recent changes had increased her magical abilities,
because even with the energy boost, the spell was a tricky one and was
taking every ounce of her concentration to direct it properly. The hard
part was not conjuring the chip to her. The hard part was making it dematerialize
and rematerialize in her hand, rather than it simply being ripped from
his head. Willow rocked slightly as she chanted the ancient words, feeling
energy crackle through the room as pressure began to build in her head.
Her temples were
pounding, her mind screaming. Willow focused on grinding out the last few
words of the spell through clenched teeth, while the mystical forces she
was building painfully tore through her body. She released the spell in
a wash of energy, flowing directly into Spike. His eyes shot open in panic,
not able to comprehend what was happening as his body was lifted right
off the bed, a blue glow surrounding him, bleeding into him until his eyes
were nothing but blue flame.
Willow collapsed
to the floor, blood pouring from her nose, eyes, and ears. She limply reached
her hand out toward her lover, uttering the final word of the spell. There
was a large popping noise as a rush of power washed back out of Spike.
Willow felt something small suddenly appear in her hand and looked down
to see the chip there, and then everything went black.
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“Willow?! Willow?!
Are you okay?!” Spike practically screamed as he tried to shake her awake.
“S-Spike? What’s
going on?”
“That’s what
I want to know, pet. Are you all right?”
“Wow, well aside
from the guy with the jack hammer in my head, yeah I think so.”
Spike helped
her sit up, watching as something small fell from her hand. He picked up
the small piece of silicon with wires coming off of it and stared at it
curiously, before holding it up in front of her.
“What’s this,
luv?”
“Your chip.”