The Wild ThingBy Purplefeen
Chapter 21 : Introspection
Willow’s POV
{{My life has turned out so not what I thought it would be. I guess no one’s does, but come on, you gotta admit, mine’s stranger than anybody could have predicted.
At fourteen, I was a certified professional geek. My best friends were two guys who couldn’t tell the difference between me and the scratching post Jesse bought for his cat.
At sixteen, I met and befriended a new girl at school who turned out to be the one thing that monsters are afraid of. Not a bad thing, living in Sunnydale. One friend was traded for another, unfortunately, and my friend Jesse was turned into one of the things that go bump in the night.
I learned that vampires are real and boogeymen do exist, so I jumped on the bandwagon and started fighting evil.
At eighteen, I am currently riding down the highway in the car of one member of the aforementioned evil, or an ex-member anyway. And I’m not talking someone who sent his vote in by proxy. This guy could have been evil’s CEO.
And yet here I am, cruising north to Monterey, sitting in the middle of the front seat with William the Bloody’s arm around my shoulder.
What are the chances?
Jimmy the Greek would have laughed himself silly. Any odds you wanted.
Why Bob decided to give us a night off, I have no idea. Well, I do have an idea, but since it involves me having a hissy fit, I’d rather not think about it.
Spike said we were close to Monterey and he hasn’t been there in a while so off we went. I did tell Buffy I was going to Monterey in my note, so Spike said I should come with and that way I wouldn’t be lying to Buffy.
How could I argue with that?
Spike has been his usual charming self. Not that I’ve forgiven him. But what am I going to do? We still have two days left and I have to see this through or Bob promised some horrible unnamed retribution on the entire population of Sunnydale.
Seems Bob used to live in some dimension called the Nevernever and he knows quite a few vengeance demons. It’s hard to have sex with someone you’re not speaking to. So I caved, like I always do.
Hence the arm around my shoulders.}}
“Let’s go, luv, we’re here.”
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace Dru used to love.”
{{Oh great, the ex.
Not that it matters. Its not like I’m the current Mrs. the Bloody. Spike and I, we aren’t anything – not really. But still.
Looks like a big warehouse. He’s taking me to a warehouse?
Are we supposed to eat the security guards?
Forget that last thought, I must be tripping. It’s the stress.
Oh, lookie! A carousel. It’s beautiful.}}
“Want to ride?”
“You aren’t seriously going to ride on a carousel, are you?”
“Not me, pet. You. I’ll get you a ticket.”
{{Never in a million years would I have guessed this. See what I mean? My whacked out life.}}
>>edited for content, carousels going round and round and up and down made the author nauseous. We now return to Willow’s thoughts.<<
{{That was fun. What next? Walking? Walking’s nice.}}
“Cannery Row used to be here. It was something else. Just before dawn, there’d be thousands of men out here, getting ready for work. If you could stand the fish smell, it was an all you can eat buffet. Dru loved it.”
“Did you spend a lot of time here?”
“A couple of years. Monterey’s a nice place. There used to be this Mexican restaurant, Consuelo’s – best tamales you ever tasted.”
“Sounds great.”
“It was. Come on, let’s walk down the pier.”
{{Again, who knew? Strolling down Fisherman’s Wharf holding hands with a master vampire. Did *you* see this for *your* life? Me neither.}}
“Red, I’m sorry about what I said this morning. I shouldn’t have put it that way.”
{{Oh, that. Major mood killer. Let’s get it over with.}}
“You don’t have to apologize. If that’s how you see this, that’s up to you. I just wasn’t real happy about being referred to as ‘work’.”
“You’re not. *It’s* not. But let’s face it, would you have been here any other way? Is there anything I could have said or done to get you to come away and have sex with me for five days if Bob hadn’t forced your hand?”
{{Nasty vampire has a point. I hate that.}}
“Probably not. But he did and now we’ve started something, or at least *I* thought we had.”
“We’re not changing the world here. If Bob hadn’t forced you into this, what would have happened? One of us would have woke up and tried like hell to find the best possible way to get out of there gracefully. We got into this because of the little guy. His jiggles or whatever. Even if we’d thought about it, we’d never have hooked up by ourselves.”
{{He’s right. I hate it, but he’s right.}}
“Red, we have to just go with it. We enjoy it while it lasts. But this isn’t real, pet. It can’t be. What happens when we get back to Sunnyhell? You walk up to the slayer, the whelp and the watcher and tell them I’m your guy? You gonna start hanging out in my crypt, moving in your textbooks and a computer?”
{{Again, he’s right. I don’t know what to do. This has been so perfect, but there’s no way we can take this home with us, is there?}}
“Let’s go back. We’ll shag, we’ll laugh, we’ll shag some more and laugh some more. And when it’s over, we’ll go back and pretend it never happened. Well, not really. We’ll both know. And we’ll never forget. But that will be it. You, me, we don’t fit – much as we’d like to, we don’t - they won’t let us.”
{{I’m not crying, I swear I’m not crying.
Fuck it, I’m crying.}}
“Come on, Red, cheer up. Tonight its just you and me, no little wanker jiggling our thoughts.”
{{Wow. He’s a good kisser. Who am I kidding? He’s a great kisser. Is it wrong for me to want this never to end?
He can be so sweet sometimes. He can also be insufferably mean, like this morning, but he was only being honest. Tactless, but honest.
But right now he’s lovable, and he would probably spontaneously combust if he knew I just applied the word ‘lovable’ to him.
Kissing is good. Kissing with Spike is heaven.
After all the sex of the last few days, just making out is so erotic. Weird, but true.
Feeling his lips on mine. Sometimes gentle, sometimes possessive. Always hungry. Like he wants more of me just like I want more of him.
But what I want isn’t physical, its not something you can touch or taste. But that’s something we can never have.
What we can have is this. Kissing, holding, touching. Feeling his lips and his tongue. Savouring the feel of his hands in my hair.
He seems to like playing with my hair, he’s done that a lot. I like it too. It’s so innocent, yet so erotic at the same time.
I like the feel of his hair too. Soft with curls that twist around my fingers. When I run my fingers through them while he’s asleep he purrs. More like a tiger than a kitty cat, but its nice.
He touches me when he thinks I’m asleep too. Caresses my back, pets my hair, kisses my shoulder.
When it wakes me up, we make love. I guess ‘have sex’ would be more accurate, but it feels like making love to me. Maybe it feels like that to him too.
But right now, there’s kissing.
Lots and lots of kissing.}}
Chapter 22 : Paint and Daisies
Bob’s POV
{{I think they worked out their problem. But I’ll jiggle them extra hard tonight just in case.
My redhead is too tense. She needs to relax, have a little fun. Where’s the paint? And the petals of a few dozen roses couldn’t hurt. Maybe we’ll do daisies tonight. I don’t usually do daisies, but I had a feeling before we left that my redhead would like daisies.
And I was right of course. She’s made leis and crowns with them, put some in her hair almost every day. Never touches the roses unless I ask her to. Do I know women or what? The things I could teach Harry if he’d only listen.
But no, it’s ignore the little air spirit, what could he know? He’s just obsessed with sex.
Like Mark Twain was obsessed with words and Chopin was obsessed with music. When you have a talent, you cultivate it. I’m not obsessing, I’m cultivating.
It’s nice to finally spend time with people who appreciate what I can do. Unlike some other haven’t-had-a-date-since-I-can’t-remember-when wizards I could name.
Let’s have some fun.}
Willow’s POV
{{Daisies. I love daisies. They’re perfect.
Roses are scary. With roses, there’s always a reason for them and its up to you to figure out what the reason is. You get roses delivered to you and its some nameless delivery man in a white van that you’ve never seen before and panic sets in.
You get daisies delivered to you and its in the hand of a really sweet guy who asked you out and now he’s here and you know you’re going to have a nice time and sex is not required afterward, unless you really want to.
I like daisies, I’m a daisy kind of gal.
Roses are more Cordy’s speed. I can’t take the pressure.
I’ve used almost all of them that we brought. This is the third day and the third time Spike’s tried to weave the stems together like I do, but he doesn’t have the patience.
Spike weaving flowers together seems like such a strange concept. I’ve learned that Spike will do almost anything if he thinks he’s going to laid afterward. I think that’s a guy thing that spans generations and breathing status.
Once again, its time for my bath. I thought at first that Bob was a clean freak, now I know better. He sits in the corner of the tub and watches me.
Kinda flattering actually. After you get past the “ew”.
One thought keeps revolving around in my head, though.
If Spike’s only here for the sex and because Bob is making us do this, what was all the kissing about last night?}}
Spike’s POV
{{Thank you, Bob. I know that’s a strange thought for this moment in time, but that’s all I keep thinking.
Thank you, Bob.
Cor, what a mouth this girl has. Her lips and her tongue, there’s talent there. I knew she could kiss, but this? Bloody hell. This girl could suck the paint off a car.
Don’t want it to end. Feels so damn good. Don’t watch. Don’t think about her lips. Think about that and its over in two seconds. Feels too good, gotta make it last.
Think about… what? Baseball. Nope, hate baseball. Think about… the slayer. Fuck no, I’ll go limp. Think about… can’t help it, can only think about Red.
Red - under me, around me. Covered in paint. Never considered painting as foreplay before. Dru would never have gone for it.
I look down and see her covered in squiggles and lines, designs that I put there. Signed her, like she was art. She is, but not because she’s covered in paint. I wanted to put my name on her, make her mine for as long as the paint lasts. Mark her.
What I said last night was true. This won’t last, it can’t. I know I sounded harsh but if I hadn’t she would have let some little-girl fairy-tale notions carry us both up to a point where the only way to go was down. And fast.
I’ve been down. Only I didn’t fall off the edge, I was pushed. Fell like a brick. I’m not going that route again. Learned my lesson with Dru.
Red’s letting a little lust, okay a lot of lust, go to her head. If I let her start talking she’ll have us both convinced that what we’re doing here is a lot more important than it is.
Not that I need convincing. I’m almost ready to try to talk her into making a go of it myself.
Gotta stop thinking about impossible things. Think about… what?
Cor, that mouth…
Don’t wanna come this way.}}
“Red, wanna come inside you, let me come inside you. Up here, turn around. Get deeper this way. Yeah, like that. Sit up. Lean back. Oh, there.”
{{So fucking good. Literally.}}
“Oh, Spike, right there. Deeper. Oh, harder. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, that’s. It. Don’t. Stop.”
{{This girl should enter a rodeo. No bull alive could throw her. If I wasn’t a vampire, I’d be dead. Finally found a girl who can go as long as me. And what a ride.}}
“Come on, Red. I can’t take it, I’m not gonna last.”
“Spike – goddess – Spike – aaaaahhhhhhh.”
“Luv. So good. Love it, in here. Love it.”
{{Bloody fucking holy shit. Volcanoes don’t erupt this hard.
She feels so good, so soft, so - right.
Thank you, Bob.}}
Chapter 23 : Sex and Candy
Spike’s POV
“BOB!”
“Red? What’s wrong, pet?”
“Get out of my way, Spike. I’m gonna kill that evil little troll!”
“Red? He’s not in the bathroom.”
“I know that! Shower, I have to get in the shower.”
{{What? On the other hand – very scenic spot, the bathroom. Whatever’s wrong, it can’t be that bad, it’s making her take off all her clothes. Bob, if you’re responsible, this is definitely one of your better ideas.}}
“What’s wrong Red?”
“Bob, that’s what’s wrong. He came outside where I was getting a tan, or as much of a tan as a very light skinned person like me can get, and the next thing I know, I feel him jiggling around my head. Just as he flies off, I get hit with a heat wave. It feels like my body’s on fire. Oh, that’s better. Cold water – much better.”
“Much.”
{{Shame to waste a perfectly good shower.}}
“Spike?”
“Thought I’d join you. My body suddenly felt like it was on fire too.”
“Do you put Bob up to that?”
“Hadn’t a clue, luv, I swear. But now that I know how effective it is –“
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“I bet you will too.”
“Since you’re in an obliging mood –“
“Yes.”
“Hold still.”
{{Cor, she’s right. Her skin’s hot as blazes. Feels wonderful. She tastes good too. I love this. The feel of her pulse on my tongue. Wish I could bite her. Just one taste. But that’s prob’ly against the rules. Another day and I won’t care about the blasted rules. Another day and she won’t either.
I can feel her heart race every time she’s near me. I know her body almost as well as I know my own. I can almost hear her thoughts. And she knows mine. She knows what I’m thinkin’, what I want, at the same instant I know.
I want to consume her, take her into me.
Eat her up, in more ways than one. This’ll have to do for now. Feelin’ her squirm against my tongue. I want more.}}
“Um, pet, you ever consider shaving?”
“What?”
“You know, shaving, down here?”
“You’re kidding.”
{{No, I’m not. How do I talk her into it?}}
“I want to feel you when I taste you. I want to feel your skin on my tongue when I lick you. You’ll like it, I promise, you won’t believe how much.”
{{Come on, come on, I can see you thinking about it.}}
“How do I -?”
“Hm, let’s see.”
{{Gotta be a razor around here somewhere. Ah.}}
“Okay, Spike, I think I got it. Can you go -?”
“I wanna watch.”
“No, not this time.”
{{Not this time? As in ‘there will be a next time’? I can live with that.}}
“Right. Was feelin’ a bit peckish anyhow. I’ll go warm up a cuppa.”
---
“Um, Spike?”
{{My Red looks right fetching dressed in nothing but a towel. Better than lingerie. And easier to remove.}}
“Perfect. Luv, you’re beautiful, have I told you that today?”
“No.”
“Nasty me, been remiss. Have to remember to punish me later.”
“Promise?”
{{Oh, yeah. My Red. Clever girl.}}
“Now you’re getting’ it.”
{{Mm. Feels so good. Knew she’d like this. }}
“Oh. Oh, Spike. Spike!”
{{See?
Tastes sweet.
Like candy.
Almost better than blood.
But it isn’t the best part.
This is just the milk.
I want the cream.
So sweet.
So hot.
So good.
Love this.
Love her.}}
“SPIKE!!!”
{{Love the cream.
There you go, give me more.
Better than blood.}}
“Red, get on top. Sit on me. I want to see you, watch you. Ride me.”
{{I love watching her move. Everything she feels is reflected in her whole body, she doesn’t do anything half way.
Beautiful.
Glorious.}}
“Mine.”
{{Riding me. Holding me. Grabbing me. Squeezing me.
So hot.
With her. Under her. In her. Filling her.
So tight.
On me. Around me. Surrounding me.
Want her.
To hold. To kiss. To fuck.
So good.
To love. To cum.}}
“SPIKE! Oh, oh, oh, SPIKE! Just – just – oh, right – right there! SPIKE!”
“Cum with me. Cum around me. Let me cum in you. Let me – you –“
{{Aaaahhhh!
So good.}}
---
“Red?”
{{Where is she?}}
“Red? Where’d you go?”
{{Please, let her still be here. Where could she have gone? It’s three o'clock in the morning, where would she go?}}
“Red!”
“Vampire, be quiet, I’m sleeping.”
“Bob! Bob, have you seen Red? I can’t find her. I woke up and she wasn’t there. When I went to sleep, she was there with me, I was holding her in my arms and then I woke up and she wasn’t there and I’m looking but I can’t find her.”
“RED!”
{{I have to find her, where could she have gone? }}
“Bob, look downstairs. I ‘m going to go make sure the car’s still here.”
“Red? Come on, luv, it’s too late to play hide and seek.”
“Willow?”
Okay, car’s here. Where is she?
“Spike?”
“Red?”
“I’m here. Back here, on the deck.”
{{Where? Thank God. I know I don’t believe in you, but thank you anyway.}}
“What are you doing out here, pet? I got a little worried.”
“I’m fine. I just woke up and thought I’d come out here to think for a while.”
“You all right? What were you thinking about?”
“You.”
{{Me? Is that good or bad?}}
“What about me?”
“Just – about how you’re not like I thought you would be. About how I’m not like I thought I would ever be – how I would ever feel around you. Lots of things.”
{{Oh, is that all?}}
“You said you were worried. Why were you worried?”
{{I woke up and you weren’t there. And suddenly, I felt lost. For the first time in my unlife, I felt like something was missing. When you weren’t beside me, part of me was gone.}}
“I just don’t want any nasties to get you. You seem to have a knack for attracting evil things.”
“He he. Like you?”
“Like me.” {{Yeah. }}
“Come sit with me.”
“You sure? Don’t want to be alone with your thoughts or some such?”
“No, I want to be alone with you.”
“Me too.”
{{Do we have to go back? Do we have to go home?
This is home.
Home is where my Red is. A perfect world, under the stars, you in my arms.
This is home.}}
Chapter 24 : What Happens Next?
Willow’s POV
{{Snuggling with Spike. Nobody’d believe me if I tried to tell them.
What am I going to tell them?
The truth? My aunt was sick?
They’re going to know something’s up.
Spike and I – we’re different. Different toward each other. And just different. Not the same people we were when we left.
And they’re gonna know. They’re gonna see.
Would that be so bad? Would it be so bad if my friends saw me with Spike?
Even if we don’t sleep together anymore – and why would he want to, after we’re home, he’ll have his pick, he won’t be stuck with mousy little me anymore – I don’t want to think about that.
Even when we aren’t sleeping together any more, we’re not going to act the same toward each other.
Are we?
Will this matter to Spike when we get home?
Will he even remember this when we get home?
Still, I’ll know. I’ll remember. And I won’t be the same. I won’t act the same. I can’t, I‘m not made that way.
But he was worried about me. When he woke up and couldn’t find me, he was worried about me.
That says something, doesn’t it? But what? I have to know. But how do I ask?}}
“Red?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s wrong? Can’t sleep again?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I stayed in bed this time and everything.”
“I can feel you, baby. Your heart’s racin’. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Red.”
{{Fine.}}
“I was thinking about when we go home. What it’s going to be like.”
“I was thinking about the same thing earlier, when you got up the last time. You get it straightened out?”
“No. How’d you do?”
“About the same.”
“What are we going to be like? How are we going to act around each other? It’s not going to be like *this*, I know, but –“
“Why not?”
“Why not *what*, Spike?”
“Why won’t it be like this?”
“Do – do you want it to be – to be like this?”
“Not if its gonna get you so upset that you’re stuttering.”
“But – but what if I’m not upset?”
“Let me ask you something first, baby. If it was like this, if we went back to Sunnydale and we were like we are now, how would your friends feel? What if they didn’t want this for you? Because they won’t.”
“Do you want it to be like this, like we are now? Me, with you. You, with me. Holding me, sleeping with me.”
{{Please don’t break my heart, now that I’ve said it out loud, please don’t break my heart into a million pieces.
Keep touching my arm. Keep petting me and making me feel like you want me, like you might love me.}}
“Red, this has all happened so fast. I know that’s clichéd, but its true. Ten days ago, I was at the watcher’s apartment and you and Xander were fighting over who was going to be *stuck* going out on patrol with me, remember?”
{{I remember. I never thought – never thought about how Spike would feel about that, that it might – we hurt Spike’s feelings. We’re slime. Xander and Buffy and I are all slime and we deserve to die.}}
“Don’t cry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s all right. I don’t mind, not really. My ego can take it – usually. I’ll survive the whelp’s insults, I promise.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No, baby, don’t be sorry. I just want you to think about it. We go back, and the next day you’re visiting the watcher, and I walk in and kiss you. Because I’ll have to kiss you. I won’t be able to be around you and not kiss you or touch you. What’s going to happen when I do? You gonna tell them you’re dating the big pile of dust? Cause that’s what I’ll be two seconds after I touch you.”
“They won’t, I won’t let them.”
“I know you won’t. But you won’t always be there. The second you’re gone, your friend Xander is gonna convince himself that I’ve got you under a thrall and come try to stake my ass. Do I let him? Do I defend myself? How much am I allowed to hurt him before you don’t want me anymore?”
“I can’t imagine me ever *not* wanting you, no matter what you do. But you have a point. I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose you, I just found you.”
“I’m not gonna lose you either, baby. You’re my home, I go where you go.”
{{What did he just say?}}
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me, Red.”
“I love you too, Spike.”
{{I said it! I can’t believe I said it. But he said it too, sort of. Better actually.}}
“We don’t have to, you know.”
“Don’t have to what?”
“Go back.”
{{We don’t have to go back?}}
Chapter 25 :Chaps, Satin Pillows, Pixie Sticks, Barrettes and a Parachute (And the Want of A Camera)
Bob’s POV
I’ve lost her.
Not that she was ever mine.
Before I ever got a single jiggle near her today she was walking around in a pair of black leather chaps. *Only* black leather chaps.
Made *me* sit up and pay attention.
The vampire was already up and paying attention.
She’s his now.
That’s okay.
I’m a graceful loser.
I’m leaving tomorrow anyway.
I am pleased though. I picked her not only because she was beautiful, but because I could see such potential in her. And she didn’t see it.
She does now. She knows who she is, and she’s happy with it.
After getting to know her, I don’t think she was before.
My redhead is going to be okay.
So, it’s the vampire that makes her happy. You can’t have everything.
A pillow fight? Now there’s feathers everywhere, looks like fun.
I wish I had a camera. Harry’s never going to believe me.
A beautiful redhead wearing only leather chaps and and a blonde vampire wearing only a black leather coat are having a pillow fight and I don’t have a camera. Or hands.
Sometimes the fates are cruel.
It’s about time I got into the foray.
Hm? What do we have left?
Pixie Sticks? Yes.
Duct tape? No.
Barrettes? Yes, yes, Willow doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to *love* these. I’m glad the vampire thought to introduce her to a little pain. I wasn’t gong to do it, I didn’t think she was ready, but the vampire knows his stuff apparently. Goodie for me!
A parachute? Oh, definitely.
They’ll do.
“Oh children, I have a splendid idea…”
Chaps, Satin Pillows, Pixie Sticks, Barrettes and a Parachute The lost episode 25 ½Scene: A very nice (read expensive) house near the beach in Big Sur, CA
The only sounds (other than what happens here) come from the crashing of the waves on the beach (and a few lost seagulls, but they’ll find their way in a few minutes and be gone as well so they don’t really count, forget I said anything about them)
Interior, early evening, say 8:03:26 pm. A library with 12-foot walls and floor to ceiling bookcases. Ivory with hunter green wainscoting. Cherry tables and a desk, black leather swivel desk chair, brass desk lamp, some very nice – also expensive paintings grace the walls, an original and signed J. Boysen photograph hangs over the fireplace. Twin leather high back reading chairs, a burgundy, gold and cream oriental rug that fits almost perfectly in the room, which is 23’ x 18’. Only about a foot and a half of the hardwood floor is visible around the edges. A grey fieldstone fireplace is against the north wall and on the west wall, double French windows open onto the deck which overlooks the ocean above the cliff face (53’2” above sea level)
Hey, you guys have proven that your imaginations are failing you tonight so I’m filling in all the details!
Where was I? Oh, yes.
From our vantage point (outside the windows, I wouldn’t want to intrude) we see Willow Rosenberg (if her description’s necessary, you’re on the wrong group list) wearing a very chic pair of black leather chaps, and that’s all. Under her, no wait, next to, now he’s beside her, well, engaged in a pillow fight with our heroine is one William the Bloody (aka Spike - and let’s just all stop here and yell “YUM!” -- I didn’t hear you, yell louder this time ‘YUM!” thank you – now back to our story) wearing a rather delectable birthday suit – (oh, yeah, and his leather coat.)
They are surrounded by small grey and beige feathers which were previously the filling to the satin rags in lovely gem tones of sapphire, emerald, garnet, gold, amethyst and chartreuse (what color is chartreuse anyway?) that our heroine and her newly-acquired boy toy (vamp toy? fiancé? hmm, there’s a thought) are flinging at one another.
The only light in the room comes from a strangely effulgent orange entity that is flitting around the action, and it seems to be hovering for several seconds at a time in the area of Willow’s breasts. Its name is Bob, and let me tell you, he’s tons of fun. More about him in a sec.
Willow, with an _expression of pure joy on her face turns to the light (hereafter referred to as ‘Bob’, I told you I’d get back to him) turns to Bob and shouts, “Oi! Bob! I need some Pixie sticks over here!”
As Bob darts momentarily out of the room, Willow grabs Spike’s upper arms and positions one leg behind his calf, the better to trip him with. As Spike falls backward, Willow falls on top of him, both laughing. Just when they land, Willow raises a hand and Bob rushes in and tosses her three Pixie Sticks.
“What do you like, Spike? Orange, blue or green?”
“Blue.”
“Good, I like orange,” she says as she hands him the blue one. He uses his teeth to tear the end off of his and then lifts it to pour some into his mouth.
Willow has also torn hers open with the time-honored teeth method, but she refrains from pouring hers just yet. Instead, she pulls back onto her knees and uses her tongue to coat the entire surface of Spike’s ::sigh:: gorgeously engorged manhood with saliva.
As he moans his pleasure, Willow up-ends her Pixie Stick over the tip of the above mentioned stunning phallus, coating it in sugary goodness.
As Spike proceeds to finish off his candy, Willow proceeds to finish off Spike. She first licks up all of the excess sugar that has spilled around the base of his loveliness. She takes extra care to remove all of the substance from around his testicles, because - well, really its because sugar-coated Spike balls just taste really good.
She then takes as much of him in her mouth as will fit, savoring the delicious, and I’m sure unique, taste of orange sugar and pre-cum. After coaxing out as much of his juices as she can, she starts again at the base, placing her tongue in the crook where his cock meets his abdomen. With slow, deliberate licks she laps at the sugar and up the entire length of him. She makes sure to repeat her strokes several times so that she doesn’t miss a smidgen of the sweet taste. After clearing one area, she moves, getting the perfect vantage point in which to make her next swipe.
Every few laps, another drop of salty goodness appears on the tip and she engulfs the head once again, not letting an iota go to waste.
After Spike has eaten all of his blue candy and, in fact, finished off the green one as well, he slides up so that his head is leaning against one of the green leather chairs. Not being able, even from this vantage point, to get a good glimpse of Willow’s mouth and tongue enjoying his swollen cock, he takes a hand-full of Willow’s shining mane and holds it out of the way so that he can watch her careful ministrations.
He absentmindedly rubs the strands between his thumb and index finger. The sight of her mouth lapping at him, sucking every bit of essence from him takes him over the edge into explosive ecstasy quicker than he would like.
Willow, knowing a good thing when she has it in her mouth, holds him in place, not letting his convulsions separate her from the object of her desire. She drinks down all of his wonderful emission, relishing the flavours, loving the feel of his orgasm in her mouth.
When she at last rises to meet his gaze, she realizes at once – it’s payback time.
Even though he doesn’t breathe, he does pant, especially when in the throws of ecstasy.
Having difficulty getting the air necessary to talk, he motions to Bob in a sign language, it seems to Willow, that must be reserved for supernatural beings, because, while she didn’t understand at all what he was trying to convey, Bob returned immediately, dragging a green silk parachute. It was when Spike nodded and accepted the contribution, that Willow decided on the supernatural sign language thingy.
After he drops the silk, Spike assists Willow in standing and then leans over to unfasten the chaps. Very carefully not to touch her, but very careful to blow on her swelling clit, Spike removes the leather chaps and tosses them aside.
He takes up the parachute once again and drapes it across Willow’s shoulders. He pulls it around her body and secures it in place.
Adoring hands skim her body, letting the thin fabric mold itself to her curves.
“Hey, Bob?”
“Yes, Vampire?”
“Where are those barrettes you brought in here a while ago? Are they plastic or metal?”
“Vampire, I *do* have some experience. They’re metal, of course.”
“Bob, you know I luv ya right, mate? You can visit my crypt any time. Let me have ‘em.”
Spike takes two barrettes from Bob’s outstretched . He puts one in his mouth, just to hold it, so that he can use both hands to bend the other just slightly. He checks to make sure it still closes, but with a small gap between the tines. He does the same for the other one and hands them back to Bob.
“Hold these for a sec’ mate?”
“Sure thing.”
He returns his hands to Willow’s body, stroking her through the silk, and coaxes her nipples to hard pebbles. His mouth and tongue suckle the nubs, getting them as erect as possible.
“Luv, remember how much you liked the flogger?” he says as he moves from one breast to the other. “You didn’t think you’d like it at first? Then you came all over yourself?”
Willow can only reply with a low moan, partly because of the pleasure, partly because of fear of the unknown.
“Trust me, luv, you’ll like this as well.”
He holds out a hand and Bob places one modified barrette in his open palm. Willow watches in fascination as Spike opens the clip and secured it on her distended nipple and refastens it securely.
The pressure sent shockwaves through her, some of torment, some of rapture. Rapture won out and she held her breath awaiting its mate.
Before taking the other from his ethereal henchman, Spike pulls Willow to him for a deep, mouth exploring kiss.
Senses reeling, Willow works valiantly at staying upright as Spike attaches the second clip.
The double torturous delight was overwhelming her and her knees gave out. Spike caught her before she hit the ground and lay her gently on a bed of feathers and silk.
He massaged her breast, being cautious not to dislodge the clasps on each swollen nipple.
His touch extended down her body, fondling her stomach and hips, stroking her thighs. Her once again took care to mold the material against her skin as he moved his touch into her warm and wet center.
His mouth sucked at her through the silk, he wanted to give her pleasure but he didn’t intend to forego tasting her.
He used his lips, tongue and teeth with abandon, making her writhe beneath him. He sucked at her tumescent clit, took nips at her throbbing labia with his teeth, engulfed her entire mound in his mouth as her first orgasm rocked her body.
He had experience with pleasure/pain and knew just when to remove the clips from her pulsing nipples. His touch started her second orgasm.
He pulled the parachute silk up just enough to uncover her core, leaving her upper body, arms and hands still bound.
Turning her on her side, he entered her swiftly, pushing himself into her farthest reaches.
Willow’s lower leg was positioned between his legs, the other curved around his waist, pulling him closer, allowing him the greatest access.
Over and over he pounded into her, ravaging her flesh and giving her no relief. Her body exploded anew with every effort.
When she knew she could take no more, she was near to loosing consciousness, Spike finally let himself climax. The chill of his semen was a relief to her used cunt. It was almost as good as an icepack.
As he withdrew, Willow felt an odd sensation between her legs. She looked down in time to see a bright orange light extract itself from her womanly core.
With a smile, she fell into an exhausted but restful slumber.
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