Title: Conditional Response
Author: NyxMne Chaosis
Email: magmyr@umailme.com
Distribution: SFA
Rating: NC-17 (for sexual content)
Setting: Post-Lover's Walk (Season 3)/Pre-Harsh Light of Day (Season 4)
Summary: Sequel to "Willow's Query" of the Query Series. Willow is held hostage by Spike for what seems like an eternity
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Authors Note: Events in this story occur during the same timeframe as events from "Oz's Query" to "Xander's Query"

Part Five


Hastily retreating to the bedroom, Willow lay on her back, staring wide-eyed at the darkness. Her flesh quivered uncontrollably. She tried to calm herself, tried to embrace the darkness of sleep, but it would not come to her. Instead, thoughts of Spike embracing her filled her mind. She tried to push them away, but she wanted to feel his fingers roaming over her, the point of his teeth piercing her flesh. The moist of his cool lips against hers no longer seemed repulsive. And she waited... waited for Spike to climb into the bed next to her and begin yet another seductive feed.

Fitfully, she turned onto her side, and after what seemed like forever, desperately tried to push back the darkness that pressed on her mind. When she thought she could no longer stay awake, the sheets moved. The mattress gave a little behind her, and she felt his arms reach out for her, his fingers barely touching her when he hesitated.

"No nightgown tonight?" Spike asked.

"Touch me," Willow whispered.

His arms were about her waist, pulling her body into his and crushing her with his embrace, his lips pressed against the back of her neck. She made an attempt to face him, but as she twisted her body, Spike deftly moved down the length of her body, his tongue leaving a damp trail over her ribs and across her belly before descending between her legs.

Willow willingly spread her thighs and lost herself in the coolness of Spike's kisses and playful tongue as it lapped at her growing wetness. When Spike finally pulled away, leaving lingering kisses over her thighs and belly, she reached out for him.

"Be inside me," Willow demanded, as she felt over his chest, reaching for his face.

She felt his cool hands on her thighs, pulling her close to him, and before she could prepare herself, he had penetrated her with one swift motion. A groan caught in her throat at the sudden invasion, at the simultaneous flood of pain and pleasure. Eagerly she sought out his face, longing to kiss him.

Her fingers felt deep furrowed ridges on her brow. As he began to move rhythmically inside her, she traced the contours of his face until her thumb met the point of a fang. She didn't care. She wanted to kiss him. She lifted herself to him, bringing their mouths together. Her tongue flittered over his fangs, and then she felt the flesh of his face move, returning to its human form. The points of his fangs receded and Spike pressed her back against the bed with a savage kiss.

Willow moved with abandon. She did not know how long they coupled, nor knew how many times Spike peaked before the twinges of her orgasm hit her with a force that left her breathless and moaning loudly. As they lay in the dark, entwined in each other's arms, collecting themselves, an uneasiness slowly pervaded Willow.

As her breath evened and her senses returned, she discovered that she was not satisfied. For some reason, she was not satisfied. It was as if something was missing... something intrinsic and detrimental to her being satisfied.

"You forgot to feed," Willow said, realizing that in the process of adding a new element to Spike's ritual of seduction, he had left out the final element of draining her blood.

"Do you want me to?" Spike asked softly.

"Well... you have to feed, don't you?" she asked tentatively. Suddenly startled by the realization she no longer felt horrified by the act, she gasped. Instead, she wanted Spike to feed from her. The pain of it was like a faded memory, and only a tingling stirred in her loins.

"Only if you want me to," Spike purred, moving his hands beneath the cotton sheets, reaching for her neck and pulling her hair back.

"No," Willow complained. "Not like this!"

"How then?" Spike asked chuckling. "Show me."

Anxiously she slid over Spike, straddling his waist and was relieved to find that he was just as anxious and eager. Swiftly, she penetrated herself. Spike groaned at the sudden force. After several moments of slow deliberation, their movements began to quicken. Willow sat upright grinding herself against Spike's hips, her heart fluttering at their mounting passion. Her breath quickened and she noted, in the dim light, how Spike watched her liquid, dance-like motion with revelry.

"Now," she gasped.

Unquestioningly, Spike through her on her back and mounted her swiftly, recapturing the gait with which they moved together. As spasms shook her body, Spike crushed her as he sank his teeth into shoulder.

Willow shouted out with ecstasy, willingly letting all her fears, doubts, and worries come apart and be released into a place that wasn't inside her. She liked it that way. Stripped of these tensions, she could revel in the wake of peace that filled her.

As she she felt the pull of her blood, Spike feeding with a slow rhythmic pulse, those fears, doubts, and worries didn't have a chance to recollect inside. It was as if the feed prevented Willow from recollecting herself after such abandon and then lulled her to sleep such un-busy, image-free dreams. That was what was missing earlier. The continued abandon that followed her into sleep.

Willingly, Willow embraced Spike with what little strength she had left, feeling him move inside her in more ways than one. Breathing deeply, she felt herself slipping into consciousness and marveled at how the blond haired vampire, who only seemed to want to take her blood, had given her something in return.

Finally, the darkness took her and she knew only peace.

And for how many days that followed, Willow grew only more impatient for Spike to feed from her. She would ask and he would deliver her to new heights of passion and abandonment.

As her body eventually adjusted to the feeding, she regained her strength and the feeding grounds on her body healed more quickly as a result. After a time, she seduced Spike in return when her need for the feed called out. Spike continued to make her dinner and brought her strange and beautiful dresses to wear. And because she was in a constant state of peace, with no worry or concern for herself or beyond herself, Willow thought nothing of trying to escape.

She would do anything that Spike asked, and dreaded anything happening to him. No one had made him feel the way she did, and she suspected no one could. If anything happened to Spike, if anything at all?

Willow decided she would have to make sure that nothing would.