Summary: Blindfolded smuttiness
Rating: That’s a very NC-17!! Please don’t read this if you’re not supposed to. Mom and Pop might be very disturbed!
Pairing: Willow / Spike
Distribution: If you want it, ask please. I’ve got no problem with it but I want to know where it goes. :)
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters, and I mean no harm.
Feedback: Would make a happy Tal. This is the first time I have written in years (Literally) and I could definitely use a little. Let me know if it's feedback worthy ;-)
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Willow sighed, her eyes downcast, as she sat upon a headstone in one
of Sunnydale’s cemeteries. Spike was supposed to meet her at 9 to
patrol, since Buffy was in LA helping Angel deal with some demon.
But it was 9:25 and Spike was a no show. He was usually so punctual.
Hopping down from her perch Willow turned to go home and was startled
by a pair of cold strong arms wrapping around her waist.
“Pet,” Spike whispered in her ear. “Do you trust me?”
“Spike- what...?”
“I asked... Do you trust me? When it comes down to it do you believe
that I wouldn’t hurt you?”
Willow shivered in Spike’s arms. Did she trust him? True,
he had tried on numerous occasions to kill the people she held dearly,
but he had also exhibited a softer side. He treated her kindly, giving
her a shoulder to lean on or company on the late night walks home.
Yes, yes she did trust him.
“Spike I trust you,” trying to turn to face the blond Willow found
a blindfold being placed over her eyes. “What...?”
Willow allowed Spike to swing her into his arms and felt his cold
lips placing a kiss on her neck.
It was an odd feeling to be moved yet unable to see. It
was not altogether pleasant. Willow leaned her head on Spike’s silent
chest and waited for the ride to end. She had no idea what was going
on, but she hadn’t lied about trusting him.
***
Willow woke to darkness, finding herself upon a soft bed. “Spike?” she called out hesitantly, reaching out blindly and praying her trust was not misplaced.
“Yea, pet. I’m here,” Spike’s hand grasped hers and she felt the mattress shift as he sat down beside her. “I have to ask you something else though, Willow. And it’s kind of important.”
Willow just nodded and clasped his large hand in her smaller one, concentrating on the feel of his calloused fingers in her own. This was the first time she had ever heard her name upon his lips. Usually it was ‘Red’, ‘luv’, ‘pet’, or ‘ducks’.
“Do you...” Spike’s voice dropped off. Willow couldn’t see the fear in Spike’s eyes, but she could however hear the catch in his voice. “Do you feel anything... beyond friendship... between us?”
*Oh god oh god oh god oh god. Speak Willow, speak!* Her mind going a million miles an hour Willow went pale.
“Well I... that is... If I tell you the truth you promise not to bite?”
Spike’s face fell and he looked sadly down at the sightless redhead.
“I think it would be lying to say that I didn‘t.” Willow whispered, head down. She felt helpless and afraid, not being able to see Spike’s reaction to her words. She knew he was probably disgusted, but she couldn't help the small bit of hope deep inside her that jumped and sparked now that the truth was out there, almost tangible, between them.
The next thing Spike knew he was leaning in to capture her lips. He kissed her softly, surprised when she opened her mouth, inviting him inside. He was in heaven. The feel of her lips on his as their tongues danced, and the little sigh she unconsciously made as she pulled away was almost too much. She was so bloody beautiful.
“So what does that mean? Does that mean that... that you have
something for me?” Willow was itching to take the blindfold off, but out
of respect for Spike she let it remain. “Or that you’ve contemplated
having a thing for me?... Or are contemplating a thing for me? I‘m lost.”
“I’ve definitely got a thing for you,” Spike chuckled, leaning
back on the bed. “Now that the question is out of the way, I want
to tell you that if I do anything you’re not okay with I want you to tell
me. I don’t want to frighten you, or hurt you.”
“Spike, I’m not a toy. You don’t have to worry about me breaking.” With that comment Willow reached out for Spike, pushing him onto the bed and leaning down to resume their kiss.
This kiss was less cautious and his tongue immediately swept
into her mouth, ravishing her. The warm recesses of Willow’s mouth
made a stark contrast to the coolness of Spike’s tongue. He groaned
softly when Willow wrapped her tongue around hers and began to suck gently.
He in return pulled back, inviting her into his mouth where he returned
the favor in earnest.
Willow settled her legs on either side of his hips, her skirt
riding up as she did so, and placed her hands in his. Their fingers
interlaced, she pulled back. Biting her lip she gave in to temptation
and released his hands, tugging blindly at the bottom of his shirt in vein.
She could not see and sighed in defeat when she could not remove the offending
garment.
“Spiiike...” she whined, lower lip poking out adorably.
“Put that lip back in your mouth or I’ll do it for you,” Spike
chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head.
Willow sighed in pleasure this time as her hands set out exploring
Spike’s chest. She could not see the indulgent smile upon his face
as her tiny hands roamed his cold flesh. All she could feel was coiled,
rippling muscle beneath her fingertips. It was smooth and hairless,
as well as chill to the touch. She leaned down to lick his chest,
blowing air across the dampened flesh and giggling at his shiver.
“Now now, pet. My turn.” Spike flipped them over, pulling Willow
beneath him. Her warmth was driving him insane. Her breath
was hot on his neck and he let his face shift, tracing his fangs down the
column of her throat. She sighed softly, trying to pull him closer to her,
and wrapping her slim legs about his waist.
Her shirt and bra were quickly shed, as were her socks and shoes.
She lay before him in nothing but her panties, unable to see his reaction
to her body. She blushed a deep crimson all the way down to the tops
of her breasts. *What if he doesn’t like it? What if he leaves
now because I’m a disappointment?* Her thoughts were abruptly cut off at
the feel of Spike’s mouth on her throat once more.
His tongue traced down the hollow of her collarbone before he
finally moved on to her breasts, laving them with attention before drawing
a nipple into his cool mouth. Willow could not contain the soft moan
of his name that came from her throat, and she shivered as he chuckled
deeply in reply. His voice was deep and husky, sensual to no end.
Willow’s lack of sight seemed to amplify every other sense she possessed.
Every touch of his hands or mouth echoed through her body, traveling like wild mustangs up and down her nerve endings before ending in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was wet. Hell, her legs were nearly shaking and she could feel the dampness seeping from her. Willow trembled as he began to skim the tips of his fingers up her thighs, barely touching her at all. She groaned in frustration when Spike’s fingers stopped short of her heat. *How can he be so cruel? I can’t even see for Pete’s sake!*
Spike chuckled at the look on Willow’s face. He would put money on it that behind the blindfold her eyes were bright with need and lust. Leaning down to nibble gently on Willow’s earlobe he gave her what she wanted, sliding his fingers across her silk-covered clit. Willow gasped and bucked against his finger, her breath coming short.
“Spike, please. Please please please.” Willow muttered, running her tongue along the pink shell of his ear before biting down on the lobe. “Don’t make me get angry, you big... vampire, you!”
“That I am pet. But, I live to serve.” Spike slid her panties from her waist, his hands returning to the damp auburn curls between her legs. Spike ran his fingers softly up and down her slit before plunging a finger into her warmth. He almost had to bite back a moan as his cock throbbed in anticipation. She was incredibly hot, wet, and tight. Sliding another finger into her hole he began to rub her clit.
Willow’s desire grew higher and higher and she felt incredible. It had never been this... intense. Oz and Tara were nice, and completely unsatisfying. This was what she’d dreamed off. Nothing existed in her mind save his hands and mouth on her body. She moved a hand to his chest, scratching with short fingernails along his nipples. He hissed in pleasure, moving to kiss his redheaded siren once more.
“Willow, you’re amazing.” He whispered into her ear.
“Yea, yea, right now all I care about is feeling you... all of you. That means pants off. Now.” Willow demanded, her hands sliding down to his button by feel.
“Demanding, aren’t we?” Spike laughed outright, helping her to remove his pants and boots. Clad only in his socks he ran a foot up the arch of Willow’s foot. At Willow’s breathy laugh he decided that it was time to quit fooling around, removing his socks. Sliding up between Willow’s thighs Spike inhaled the scent of her arousal, moving his head down to brush her sensitive clit. Willow jumped a good 3 inches and wound her hands in his hair. Spike brought Willow to the brink of orgasm once more, before moving back up her body.
“Why do you keep cutting me off?” She growled. “That’s not nice.”
“Because the first time you orgasm for me I want to feel your muscles wrapped around me.” He murmured into her ear, rubbing his hardness along her cunt. She whimpered as he teased her mercilessly before biting hard into the side of his throat.
Spike growled in lust and plunged his length into Willow, nearly going cross-eyed at the feel of her around him.
Willow cried out against Spike, her legs wrapping around him, and began to move upon his shaft. He filled her tight hole, stretching her, and she felt so full she might break in two. But nothing could calm the fire in her loins and she refused to quit until she got release.
Spike supported himself on his forearm, running one hand up and down Willow’s side as he stilled within her for a moment. He kissed her softly, before setting a slow pace of thrusts. Willow grunted impatiently and raked her nails down his back. He growled, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. The redhead beneath him writhed in pleasure and moaned loudly each time he fully sheathed himself inside of her.
Never in his wildest fantasies had he expected such a responsive lover in the quiet redhead. Well, maybe in his wildest.
As Willow’s lips met his she dug her nails once more sharply into his back, Spike changed into game face. Before she knew what she was doing Willow had cut her tongue on his fang, and flipped Spike over. Riding him at a furious pace Willow allowed him to suckle off of her tongue, guiding his hands up to her breasts and giving into the sensations building inside her.
She still couldn’t see, but colors were beginning to spring up behind her tightly closed eyes, and Willow pulled Spike’s face to her neck, urging him to bite her.
“Feed,” she commanded, and he obeyed. As his fangs sunk into her neck Willow felt herself go over the edge. She screamed out Spike’s name, feeling herself convulse around him. Biting into his shoulder she sent him tumbling over the edge as well, his cold sperm cooling her to the very core.
After he pulled himself from his bite mark Spike pulled the blindfold off of Willow, searching her eyes for any sign of remorse. Content that there was none, Spike kissed the redhead once more, pulling her into his cold embrace as they drifted off to sleep.
The End