Title: Same Girl
Author: Luisa
Email: luisa_barros@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Description: Fifth and final sequel to The Devastation Trilogy.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all.
Note: This happens in S3. As does everything before it.

"Anything, pet?", Spike asked, voice low and terse. Left cheek stung and pain gained control of her whole being as she faced the vampire.

"Yes...anything, Spike. Anything you want. On my back, up against a wall, on all fours!," her voice shattered, "that´s my concept of anything. Can you think of other variants...?! Cause I´m all ears!"

She was no longer crying. There was nothing but pain with no antidote and no release. The vampire let go of her abruptly and switched a light on. His face was angry in the sudden brightness.

"Well, you´ve picked the classic ones but yeah, I can come up with a few more."

Mockery. Willow silently averted her eyes and tried to walk away. He was faster.

"Now, now...let´s keep it verbal." he said, not letting her pass. "You don´t move till we´re done." Blue eyes glinted icily. "We´re not done." His smile knifed her soul.

"Great! What part of me is left to hurt, Spike?"

He stopped smiling. "Your friends."

She felt sick. "You go anywhere near them and I´ll stake you." As a threat it wasn´t much and she knew it. "Or Buffy will." Blue eyes widened. "Yeah and this time she´ll put some muscle into it!"

The girl lowered her gaze, at a loss for credible aggression. The vampire waited, studying her defeat.

"Are...you...done?" Every word was hammered in. Memory darted across her face.

She opened her mouth but no sound came out. He moved closer, almost touching her.

"Right. I´ll play nice and explain the rules then." Right hand gripped her nape. "Think of it as...well, a game. I´m the player, you´re my little pawn. Small, handy and sweet." His tongue flicked at her cheek. "I lead...you follow." Spike buried his mouth in hers, urging her to respond. "It´s easy, pet...", he muttered against her lips, "so easy."

His voice was making its way inside Willow´s mind. This was it... It needn´t matter so much. Her mouth moved against his. His hold on her tightened and the kiss became violent. They tumbled on the floor and she didn´t struggle. Instead her arms laced themselves gently around his neck and she caressed his hair. He froze and drew back to look at her intently. Time faded.

"I won´t hurt you, baby.", he murmured, "I can be human."

He slowly slid the nightdress over her head and removed his t-shirt. Green eyes blinked and she reached for his zipper, hands trembling. Spike seemed surprised. He waited, then took off his pants. His fingers carefully skimmed her skin. She followed his example.

Spike stopped and shook his head. "Do it like you mean it, pet. Now´s your chance..." He gazed at her red hair. "Hurt me."

She stared at him, shocked out of her numbness. < I don´t want to. >

Her fingers pressed into his spine and he chuckled.

"That´s the spirit, love."

He nibbled on her nipple, absorbing her warmth. Willow let her hands feel. To her it was all new. To Spike it was known but different. The vampire parted her legs and kissed her eyelids. When he thrust, her fingernails scratched his skin. < I´m okay...it´s okay, Will...okay... > She tried not to panic.

"Just let go, sweet...", he coaxed her. "It´s so good."

He wasn´t lying. It felt good. Willow moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. Pleasure. With someone who had hurt her. It was painful and confusing...she wouldn´t think about it. There was no time. Clutching his shoulders, she came. Spike enjoyed her climax and then his own, aching all over. He´d done his best. There had been no pain for her. But the bird...she was split in two. He could read it on her face and for some nutty reason it scared him.

< You sad wanker... >

Willow reached for her nightdress, silent and ashamed. He stopped her.

"You´re the same girl. Nothing´s changed." His voice was cool and soothing but she didn´t seem to be listening. The vampire suddenly pulled her into his arms, feeling strange. "Talk, pet...let me hear your voice." She sighed and said nothing. He became desperate. "I´m sorry I hurt you." The demon screamed to be let loose but Spike was deaf to its screams. His fingers covered her hair. "Love, I´m sorry...I need you to forgive me." He felt something hot on his chest. Tears. "Please!"

Her voice was fragile when she finally spoke. "It´s okay, Spike...", she whispered against his skin. "you won´t do it again."

THE END