Chapter 10:

Buffy attacked him with her lips, tongue and teeth. Tasting herself on him, licking her essence clean from his face and mouth. Spike’s cock was close to exploding when she moved down his body stopping at the fly of his jeans. Deftly she practically tore the zipper down as she devoured him, taking him deep within her mouth.

Spike groaned, a series of white-hot explosions bursting behind his closed eyes. Buffy moaned as she took him deeper, the tip of his pale cock hitting the back of her throat. The feeling of her movement vibrated through his hardened member. Almost losing it as she swallowed reflexively around him. His hands tangled in her hair as his hips started to move in time with her mouth. Thrusting deeper in her throat as she fondled his tight sac.

Her mouth was like liquid fire, burning him in a heavenly abyss. She moved back, allowing his cock to leave her mouth as she moved her blissful mouth to his balls, sucking them within her mouth and rolling them on her tongue. Her hand gripped his shaft roughly, seemingly making him harder as she began to move up and down. Stroking him in time with her mouth on his pouch.

“God Buffy…” he moaned as she continued her torture on him.

Never in his life had he felt anything like what this woman was doing to him. No one had ever made him feel like way, so out of control, so reckless. Her hand left his shaft as her mouth licked it’s way to the tip. She opened her eyes to him then, showing him the green of her irises as she licked his slit, tasting the salty drop of pre-cum dripping from the angry red head.

She smirked at him, her eyes dancing as she engulfed him again, sucking him deep as her nose hit his coarse pubic hair. Buffy was like a starved animal, the feel of his cock in her mouth was exquisite. And the power she had over him, the quivering gasping mess she had resulted him to, was like a drug to her system. She craved more of it.

She ran her teeth along his member making Spike groan loudly, his hands gripping her hair almost painfully. She was about to swallow him again when she was roughly pulled up his body. His eyes glowed amber as he adjusted his legs, her knees falling on either side of his hips, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance.

They locked eyes as she impaled herself on him. Both gasping at the sheer pleasure of being joined. His mouth found hers again as she began to ride him, sliding up and down on his cock most deliciously. She sat up on him, throwing her head back, her breasts jiggling enticingly in front of him. His hands reached for her twin peaks, kneading the soft flesh as his cock continued to be imbedded in her hot sheath.

Her slick walls began to tighten around him as she leaned back down, once again finding his mouth with hers. She sucked hard on his bottom lip, biting it. He groaned and before she knew what was happening flipped them over so she was on her back and he above her. He stopped his movements and stared at her, his hand tenderly brushing her hair from her flushed face.

He kissed her lips gently, exacting sweetness on her as his hips began to dance. She gasped loudly as she plunged his cock into her once again. He pulled almost totally off of her, leaving only the head of his cock teasing her pubis before slamming back in. He did this several times, bringing her closer to her orgasm before shying her away from it.

Buffy’s head rocked from side to side as her legs lifted up and wrapped around his waist bringing him deeper inside her. Her hands moved up and down his strong back, scratching him, leaving little red half moon marks along his alabaster skin.

Spike’s face was buried in her neck, licking and nipping her as he began to thrust more rapidly in her feverish body. Buffy was moaning loudly, her throaty voice echoing through the trees. Spike felt his demon bursting forth, his fangs growing long in his mouth, his ridges rubbing against the sensitive flesh above her breasts. Buffy lifted his face and saw his changed features. Instead of shying away from him she gripped his more forcefully between her spread legs and pulled his mouth to hers.

She kissed him, fangs and all, her tongue thrusting wit his as his moved at a speed a regular man could not achieve.

“Oh…oh Spike,” she whimpered as he lowered his head to her neck. His amber eyes locked on her jugular vein, her sweet blood pumping tantalizing under her sun kissed flesh. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him as Spike licked at her neck. Tasting the flowing of the blood under her skin, the rush of adrenaline as she neared her orgasm. With a growl he struck, sinking his fangs in her neck. Buffy cried out and clutched him to her as she came fiercely, her pussy clutching at his thrusting cock. He pulled on her blood, drinking deep as she bucked with pleasure underneath him. She was milking him, strangling his cock as she became tighter with her spasms.

Spike yelled her name as he came, his cock jumping as he erupted, shooting his seed deep inside her. He pulled his fangs from her neck as he licked at the tiny trail of blood leading down her neck.

“Mine,” he commanded as he lavished her neck with his roughened tongue.

“Yours…always,” she whispered her eyes falling shut.

*~*

Willow sat quietly in the Sunnydale School Library doing research on stones and their powers. Spike’s ring had definitely peaked her interest and she wanted to know more. So here she sat trying to find out all she could on garnets. She found many deferent meanings and descriptions from the websites she visited.

‘Garnet (red) Strengthens, purifies, vitalizes and regenerates bodily systems, especially the blood stream. Has strong affinity to the root chakra, helping to harmonize the potent life force. Aligns subtle bodies, love, compassion.’

‘Garnet balances your natural energy. A highly protective stone. Also deals with issues of survival and abandonment. It is thought of as a stone of purification, elimination and cleansing. Red is used to treat disorders of the blood, heart and lungs. The Garnet represents healing, protection, strength, heart, passion, constancy and truth.’

Willow read the meanings she found and sighed. The key words that jumped out were blood and protection.

Why does Spike need a ring like that? She wondered as she clicked out of the window. She put her pencil down and closed her eyes, rubbing them wearily.

She hadn’t meant to do research specifically on Spike. She was interested in his ring, but all the meanings made her think of his mannerisms and she began to wonder. It could all be purely coincidental and he probably just wears his ring for show but what if it’s not?

She made a point to ask him about it tomorrow when she saw him. Willow yawned as she closed the laptop she had been working on and stood to leave when a voice scared her.

“Hello cutie.”

Willow’s eyes flew open as she stared at the intruder. A hint of fear flared up as soon as she looked into the grayish blue of his eyes.

“Do I know you?” she asked hesitantly.

“Not yet,” he said simply as he leant against the counter, his legs crossed, his head tilted at an anglel regarding her carefully.

 

Chapter 11:

“Is there something you need? Cuz the school, well it’s kinda closed for business right now,” Willow said trying to shake the fear that had started to settle over her.

The man chuckled as he moved closer to her. Willow managed to take a step back as he neared her.

“Tsk tsk. No need to be afraid little girl. I won’t hurt you,” he told her as he clicked his tongue behind his teeth.

Willow gazed at the man as he looked her over. He was gorgeous; he had dark brown hair that made the blue gray color of his eyes stand out. He was of medium height with perfect almost picturesque facial features. Never in her life had Willow seen a man as good-looking as he was. It didn’t even occur to her that he had the same accent as Spike.

“Yeah…so you keep saying,” she replied.

He smirked at her and continued to move towards her.

“I wouldn’t come much closer,” she said shakily as she produced a stake from behind her back.

“Now now. There’s no reason for threats.”

“Who’s threatening?” she asked, pointing the stake at him.

“You won’t hurt me…Willow.”

“Wha? How do you know? I could hurt you, you know. I may be small and meek but I’m a tough girl under all these colors. And how do you know my name?”

The man was on her in an instant, his hands on her shoulders as he forced her to look at him. Willow felt herself getting sucked into his eyes. The swirling grayish blue looked like the sea after a particularly bad storm. She felt herself being pulled to him, her body flush with his as his eyes continued to torment her. Sucking her into him. The fear she felt melted away and was replaced by a sweep of passion making her blush.

“What do you want with me?” she stammered as his hands gripped her to him.

He answered her with a smile, his eyes twinkling slightly.

“Who are you?” she whispered as his mouth neared hers.

“Who do you want me to be?”

“James Marsters would be nice.”

“Sorry. That’s not me. You wouldn't want me to be him anyways.”

“You are pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?”

“Have to be,” he said plainly.
He was watching her lips intently. Willow’s tongue snuck out of her mouth to wet her dry lips. He gasped as the pink of tongue ran along her bottom lip. He knew that she probably had no idea how erotic the action was.

“Tell me,” she demanded softly.

“Wesley…” he murmured as his lips touched hers.

He kissed her softly, gauging her reaction. Her cold mouth melted under his as she began to return the pressure of his lips. Wesley made a soft growl as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving demandingly over hers.

Willow couldn’t stop him if she tried. The sensations he was weaving around her was making her dizzy with passion. She knew she had to stop. Knew this was wrong, but she couldn’t make herself tear her lips from his. It was as if he had woven a spell around her, making her see nothing but. Want nothing but him. It didn’t even matter that she had no idea who he was. She just flat out wanted him.

His hands moved through her hair as his mouth drifted from her lips to her ear. He licked at the shell of her ear before kissing her under her lobe, trailing down to her neck. He sucked at her neck tenderly, his lips moving leisurely against her skin.

Wesley was in total control. He knew it and so did Willow. There was nothing he couldn’t do to her. She was completely under his thrall. The taste of her skin, her fear and her passion was driving him crazy. How he craved it, how he craved her even before he knew who she was.

Willow with her fiery red hair and the mystical power flowing through her veins. What Wesley wouldn’t do to taste that, to taste her. He doubted she even knew the amount of energy she had. She had probably dabbled in the magicks but had no idea she was a natural born witch. The power coursing through her was very old and very powerful.

Just a taste. It was something he was trying to resist but he couldn’t. Her skin hummed under his mouth, his tongue making lazy circles up and down the column of her throat. He didn’t want to hurt her. He opened his mouth against her neck, licking at her, biting her gently. He felt his fangs start to grow against his tongue and he opened his mouth to strike.

“Willow?”

Willow opened her eyes sleepily as she felt a hand on her arm.

“Hmm? Xander?” she questioned as her eyes focused on her friend.

“You ok? I’ve been calling your name for five minutes.”

“Huh?” Willow asked as she sat up. She glanced around herself and ran a hand through her hair. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“I guess so. Can’t imagine that table is too comfy.”

“It’s not,” she agreed.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Xander said as he helped her to her feet.

I must have been dreaming, Willow thought as she brought a hand to her mouth. But what a vivid dream it was. She could still feel his mouth on hers. His fingers in her hair, his lips on her neck. A rash of goose bumps broke out on her skin as her cheeks turned pink.

“Who’s Wesley?” Xander asked as he opened the door for her.

“What?” Willow laughed nervously as her head jerked up.

“You were moaning his name in your sleep,” he told her as the door shut behind them.

Wesley waited until the library door shut before he melded out of the shadows. He smirked and touched a hand to his mouth. He could still taste her on him; still feel the pressure of her lips under his.

Willow walked along silently next to Xander as he talked on and on. It was astounding the amount of words that spewed from his mouth.

Willow closed her eyes grateful that Xander had insisted on looping his arm through hers. As soon as her lids closed she saw him, smiling at her. His blue-gray eyes laughing as he beckoned her to come to him. Her hand lifted to her mouth and she could feel his kiss there.

She shivered involuntarily as she remembered how she felt. Remembered how she completely surrendered to this man. She wondered if she would see him again. But she knew that was silly, he would come for her. She was sure of it.

And also afraid of it.
 

Chapter 12:

Choices.

It was about choices.

We all have choices.

Sometimes we make bad ones, sometimes good. Sometimes we choose not to do anything at all. Choose, chose, choice, it’s all the same.

Buffy had awoken as the moon rose higher in the sky, casting her in an iridescent light. Beside her Spike slept. He was curled on his side, his arm lain possessively across her stomach, holding her to him. His face buried in her neck, his breath leaving little goose bumps on her skin as he breathed. Buffy adjusted herself so she could look at him, mindful not to wake him up. She smiled as she reached out her hand and tenderly ran her fingers across his face.

He looked like an angel as he slept. Who would know that he was a vampire? Even as he slept he still breathed involuntarily making him look more human then demon. Buffy hadn’t known and yet she still loved him. Even when he came after her with his fangs bared. It should have made her run from him screaming like a banshee. But it didn’t. It made her want to love him more, coddle him and take care of him.

She knew it was ridiculous for her to think that. Vampires didn’t need to be taken care of.

His tenderness with her while they made love was astounding. Even when she took control and acted like an animal. Never in her life had she felt that way, done what she had done. Her face colored with embarrassment. She had lost control of herself, totally lost her inhibitions and it was because of him. He made her feel so comfortable with herself. How could she be embarrassed? It was the first time she had finally felt free.

Under her questing fingers his eyelids fluttered. Buffy smiled as she leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

Spike opened a sleepy eye and smiled softly at her.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“How long have you been staring at me like that?” he asked reaching a hand up to caress her cheek.

“Long enough.”

Spike lifted an eyebrow and brought her face to his, his lips pressing against hers. He pulled back and smiled at her, his fingertips running along her cheek.

“I don’t deserve you ya know.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I didn’t mean to let my secret out like that. I didn’t mean to be so forceful and abrasive. I was mean. Evil,” Spike said apologetically.

“I know Spike…I know,” Buffy tried to comfort him. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me Spike. I knew it.”

“No you didn’t. Hell I didn’t even know. When the demon comes out, when he takes over it’s like you have no control. I never wanted you to see me like that.”

“Don’t you see it doesn’t matter?”

“But it does Buffy.”

“No it doesn’t. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“It should. It should make you run, run from the horrible creature that I am.”

“You will not make me leave Spike. I will not leave you. I love you too much.”

“Buffy…”

Buffy reached out and put her hands on his face, forcing him to look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter Spike. I love you…no matter what.”

“I could have hurt you.”

“No you couldn’t. I saw your demon, I looked into his eyes and he saw me. He saw my love. And I saw yours shining in his amber eyes.”

Spike knew she was right. He had felt his demon relent. Buffy smiled at him and he swore his heart grew more right then. So full of love for this girl…this woman.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she answered her lips touching his.

He returned the pressure of her lips, his tongue snaking out to trace the softness of her mouth. His tenderness set her stomach into a butterfly whirl. He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes almost tearing over in his love.

Suddenly a gust of air blew through them, ruffling Buffy’s long hair. Buffy sighed, she loved the wind and it just made the night more magical to her.

The wind started to pick up and the temperature lowered dramatically. Spike sat up and glanced around them, every hair on his body standing up.

Something was coming. He could feel it, his senses reeling. The wind swirled around them, leaves blowing in a circle surrounding them.

Spike stood and grabbed Buffy. They stood in the middle of the clearing watching as the wind picked up more, the air growing colder. Buffy shivered next to him, her chin trembling.

“What?” she asked him sensing his distress.

It was then that she felt it. Someone…something was after them. Coming closer…faster. Her heart started to pound, her flight reflex kicking in. Trepidation filled her as she glanced wildly around them.

“We have to get out of here,” Spike said grabbing Buffy’s hand.

The wind started to howl as they took off towards the car. The trees bent with the force of the gusting air, bringing them alive. Scratching and trying to grab them as they made their way to the parking lot, the leaves chasing them.

“What the hell is going on?” Buffy yelled as they reached the car. Both of them flinging the doors open and clamoring inside.

“I don’t know Buffy,” he answered as the engine roared to life. The wind was shaking the car threatening to pick it up.

“Spike!” Buffy screamed, fear lacing her voice. “Drive!”

Spike didn’t hesitate. He put the Desoto in drive and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving long black tire marks in the pavement. He drove as if the devil himself was after them. There was no danger hitting other cars or people because oddly enough no one was outside. If Spike had the time to think about it he would have thought it weird but all his thoughts were focused on getting the hell away from whatever was coming after them.

He kept glancing into his rear view mirror looking for something…anything that would prove they were being chased. Nothing was there. The trees still moved, the wind howling with rage forcing Spike to continue driving. He wasn’t stopping until he was sure it was safe.

Nothing would make him stop.

He turned in his seat and looked behind him, not trusting the mirror when Buffy screamed. He spun around in time to see the tree just seconds before he slammed into it.