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~Part: 14~
Willow awoke slowly to find herself tightly wrapped in Spike's arms. She yawned and glanced around for Angel, but the dark vampire didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. She carefully extricated herself from Spike's arms and got up. Her eyes alighted on a small note in Angel's handwriting.
Had to work on a special project with Wesley. You and Spike enjoy the day off. -A
Willow smiled as she glanced back at the blonde, who was growling softly in his sleep. She had a feeling that Angel had planned the time specifically for her and Spike to be alone. Willow stretched her back, still a little sore from the previous night. But it had been incredible. Willow honestly hadn't been sure if or how much she'd enjoy it. But it had actually been extremely satisfying. Probably more so because it was the first time. And of course, it didn't hurt that it had been Spike.
"Come back to bed, pet," Spike said sleepily, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"What if I was doing something?" she teased.
Spike opened one yellow eye to stare at the redhead. "You're not doing anything but standing there being beautiful and making me want to shag you some more. Now come back to bed before I have to come after you."
"What would you do if you had to come after me?" Willow said daringly.
"Red," Spike warned.
"Would you tie me up? Torture me?"
Spike sat up. "I'd probably turn you over my knee like the spoiled little brat you are. Then I fuck you till you couldn't walk."
"I do have vampiric healing, you know," Willow whispered.
"So do I, luv. You're not in the same league as me. Come here," he growled.
Willow shook her head as a smile spread across her face. Spike pushed himself to a sitting position and raised an eyebrow at the redhead. Willow turned and began to bolt up the stairs. She had hardly made the first couple steps before Spike caught her and lifted her off her feet.
"Angel can't catch me that quickly," Willow said in awe.
"He probably lets you think you can outrun him. He's faster than I am." Spike said, carrying the redhead back towards the bed.
"Oh. Oops."
"Yeah," Spike said, throwing the redhead to the mattress. Willow grinned and tried to roll off the other side, but Spike was on her in an instant. "Don't try it, pet," Spike purred. He kept her pinned to the mattress as he reached for the handcuffs. Spike handcuffed the redhead to the bed and rolled onto his side, spooning behind her.
"What are you doing?" Willow said.
"Getting some bloody sleep."
"I thought you'd want to play," Willow pouted. "I'm not tired."
"You will be when I'm finished with you. Now hush up and get some sleep. You're going to need it. Because I do intend to give you that spanking. Just as soon as I'm rested up."
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"Where are we going?" Willow asked for the hundredth time.
"It's a surprise, pet. Just wait. We're almost there."
"Well, why didn't you want Angel to come along?"
"Let's just say it's not his thing," Spike replied with a nervous smile. He wasn't sure whether or not Willow would enjoy their destination, but her recent interest in some of the darker aspects of being a vampire made Spike suspect she'd at least find tonight's adventure entertaining. "Here we are, luv."
"Spike, this is an alley. What are we doing in an alley?"
Spike smiled. "It's a special kind of alley." He moved towards the brick dead end of the alley and counted the correct number of bricks up from the ground. Raising one hand, he knocked lightly and waited.
"You've lost your mind, haven't you?" Willow asked.
"Type?" a deep echoing voice murmured in the darkness.
"Vampires," Spike said, morphing into his vampiric face and gesturing for Willow to do the same. She did so quickly, an amused smile on her face.
A haze enveloped the wall before fading to reveal a magical doorway. "You may enter," the voice said, as Spike pulled Willow into the darkness.
"What is this place?" Willow whispered, her vampiric features still prominent.
"It's a demon bar, pet. A real demon bar, and not a place where demons and humans sing karaoke."
"Cool," Willow purred, glancing around at the variety of demons surrounding them. "So, what do we do here?" she asked suggestively.
Spike groaned silently at the effect the redhead could have on him with such a simple sentence. "Anything you want, pet. There is the human bar, with a strict no killing policy, of course. There is a bondage area, a performance stage, private rooms, or just dancing and booze."
"Performance stage?" Willow asked.
"In case you were interested in showcasing your.talents," Spike replied, almost hoping the redhead would choose that option.
"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet," Willow said honestly. Her forehead crinkled in concentration and she leaned closer to the bleached blonde. "Fresh human blood?" she asked quietly. "Like from a living person?"
Spike shivered at the barely concealed excitement in her voice. "While the heart still beats, luv. Nothing else like it."
"I've never drunk from a person before. Just you and Angel," she said wistfully. "I wouldn't have to kill?"
"Strictly forbidden. Hell, you can't even have more than a couple of mouthfuls usually. But it's not like drinking the bottled variety."
"I want to try it, Spike," Willow whispered. Spike smiled and took redhead's hand. He squeezed it gently as he led her towards the back of the bar and into a small room. Several people, both men and women, lounged on the pillows. A young blond man smiled at the redhead as she glanced around the room.
"Who do you want to try, pet?" Spike whispered into the redhead's ear.
Willow smiled at the blond who continued to watch her. "The blond," she whispered back. Suddenly she turned to Spike with a worried expression on her face. "What do I do?" she hissed.
Spike chuckled. "Just bite and swallow, luv. But you've got to control yourself."
"What if I can't?" Willow asked nervously.
"I'll take care of it. Now go ahead." Spike pushed her towards the waiting mortal.
Willow smiled as seductively as she could considering her nerves and watched excited as the blond stood. He was slightly taller than she was, allowing Willow easy access to his neck. She kissed his neck tentatively, feeling for the pulse. Her undead heart began to race as she slowly sank her fangs into his neck and was rewarding with her first taste of hot, fresh, human blood. She barely controlled the moan that escaped her lips, managing instead a muffled indistinguishable sound. She tried to remember Spike's warning about not taking too much, but the taste and sensation of fresh blood was overwhelming her senses. She struggled to force herself to let the man go when she felt Spike's firm hands on her shoulders. Tearing her mouth from the human's neck, she whirled and captured Spike's lips in a feverish kiss.
Spike swept the redhead off her feet and carried her through the blurred crowd to one of many private rooms. Without even bothering to close the door, he threw her up against a wall and crushed his body to his, swallowing her low moan of pleasure. With one hand, he forced her skirt up around her waist and ripped off her panties. Willow's hands, meanwhile, were struggling with the zipper of his jeans, not even bothering to try and take them off. Spike entered her in one rapid thrust, growling as he was enveloped by her wet channel. He slammed her into the wall, knowing that she never would have been able to handle it without vampiric strength and silently thanking Angel for having turned her.
"Harder," Willow hissed, her yellow eyes flashing in the semi-darkness. Spike grinned ferally at her as he obeyed her command, finally driving the redhead into a screaming orgasm which he followed quickly with his own.
"Wow," Willow breathed several minutes later as she remained pinned against the wall. "I can see why we vampires enjoy the good stuff."
Spike chuckled in response. "Not that it's not still great after all these years, but nothing beats the first taste."
"Mmmm," Willow murmured.
"It's been a big night for you, luv," Spike said softly, releasing the redhead from his tight embrace. "Let's get you home."
"Probably a good idea," Willow replied, straightening her skirt as best she could. She glanced at the open door through which she could see the crowded dance floor. "Spike?" she said, placing a hand on the blonde's arm as he began to lead the way out.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime, pet. Anytime."
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