Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow and Spike
Summary: Nothing but smut and a little fighting. The perfect day for a vampire.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. The show and characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: The Initiative, Season 4
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s notes: This was a last minute thing. Hope you still enjoy it.
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~Part: 1~
As Willow watched Spike fight she had to smile to herself. She still felt bad about the ‘Will Be Done’ spell, but since then she had found herself watching Spike instead thinking about Oz. He had all the right moves. Even Buffy had caved one night and told her that Spike’s kisses were not the part she had really been upset about; it had been not having a will of her own. Then the Slayer had pointed out that she still didn’t like Spike, but that thank god Willow hadn’t done something worse to her. Buffy admitted that she couldn’t think of anything worse at the moment, but she sure that there was something.
Now, as Willow stood there watching Spike’s cat-like grace in the fight, she wondered what it would be like to find herself in his arms, in his bed. His lean, cool body pressed against hers as he pumped his rock hard cock in and out of her. A soft moan fell from her lips. She could feel herself getting wet from the thoughts that were now swimming around in her head. A naked Spike. A very naked Spike. Willow was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice the other fledgling that had snuck up behind her until she felt his iron-like grip in her hair.
Willow felt fear as the fledgling dragged her backwards. It swamped over her desire for the moment. Spike finished the vampire off that he was dealing with, turning to Willow and the one that was gripping her so tightly by her hair.
The fledgling stopped and looked at Spike. Spike has seen this look before. He could see the panic rising in the youth’s eyes as he realized that he was facing a master. The younger vampire knew that he was in way over his head and didn’t know how to handle a master. The fledge quickly change tactics. “I will kill her. If you don’t let me go. If you do I won’t hurt her.”
Spike growled and before Willow could think, the hand in her hair was gone and dust was falling around her. She heard Spike’s words as the ashes rained down on her face.
Spike growled, “Never beg for your life, mate. It is sure to get you killed.”
As the dust settled from the last fledgling, Spike turned to Willow with yellow eyes. He felt as if he were high. The combination of a good fight and Willow was more than he could take. It was the first time they had been sent out alone to patrol. Before, the others had been around to take away from the effect of Willow’s fear. Now nothing stood between him and her, and he wanted her.
He had tried to focus on the fight. The blond vampire had killed 5 newbies, but it had only heightened his awareness of Willow and the fear that had rolled off her when she was being held by the last fledgling was a dangerous mixture for him. Now, as he stood before her, he was shaking with his need for her. Her fear had always been a turn on for him, but he also smelled something else.
Willow froze as Spike turned to her. His eyes seemed to glow in the night. Giles had told Buffy, and the rest of them, that Halloween was a night when the things that went bump in the night didn’t come out. And yet here she was in the midnight darkness watching one of the most feared vamps of all time staring a hole through her after killing five newly risen vamps. Somebody should have told whoever it was that turned them that tonight was evil’s night off. Maybe they would have been around for another day or two before Buffy caught up to them.
Spike took a menacing step toward her, a small part of him hoping she would run. He didn’t know what he would do if she stayed.
She wanted to run. Her fear was choking her, fear of getting just what she wanted. Spike looked as if he was hanging on to his restraint by just his fingertips. The wiych had volunteered to go on patrol with him when Buffy said she had other plans with Riley, and Anya and Xander were going to party where he worked.
She saw Spike’s nostrils flare as he took a step toward her.
“I could smell you while I was fighting. I could feel your eyes on me. Bet you didn’t think that I knew, did you?”
“Wh . . . what?” Willow stammered.
Spike clenched his fists. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he was a demon and he didn’t want to maintain control over himself anymore. He had fought who he was every day since that chip had been shoved into his head, and Willow was just too much of a temptation for him to refuse for a moment longer. He would give her one more chance to get away.
“Run!” he ground out between clenched teeth.
Willow didn’t know what to do. She wanted to be afraid of him. She wanted to run, but in the last few months she had gotten to know the vampire standing in front of her. She had grown to want him. The redhead felt her eyes stray to bulge in his jeans and she found herself growing moist.
Willow watched as Spike sniffed the air again. If he could smell it now, then that meant he could smell it when he was fighting. Willow felt the beginning traces of a blush spread across her face. The redhead hadn’t thought that he would be able to smell her arousal. She had watched him, his moves smooth and perfect. Every step he made had a reason and she had found herself captivated by him. She had always found him to be very sexy, but to be alone with him, watching him fight, had been more than she could handle.
She had felt the first stirrings of desire when he had killed the first newbie. As the dust had settled she found herself wanting him to grab her and show her the power he held in check. She wanted him to take her right there in the cemetery. She didn’t care what the others might think. She wanted him and had for a long time. Willow squared her shoulders and took a step toward the vampire that stood in front of her.
“What if I don’t want to run?” she boldly asked him.
“Don’t do this. I could hurt you,” he said softly.
Willow could feel herself leaking even more cream at just the thoughts he was forcing into her mind with that one little statement. She took one more step toward him. “What if I want you to hurt me?”
“Willow . . .” He couldn’t believe that she was standing there in front of him just begging him to lose the last little bit of control that he had.
“Spike,” she said as sweetly as she could and took two more steps toward him. “Let go. You know you want to.”
Willow didn’t even get a chance to blink before she found herself wrapped in his strong arms and his lips pressed demandingly against hers. There was no softness in the kiss, just desire that would burn a witch alive. She didn’t even think. Now was not the time for that. Now was the time to feel, and feel is just what she wanted to do in this moment.
Spike heard her moan into his mouth and felt her push herself into his chest. Her hands slipped up behind his head and pulled him closer. He growled as he pushed her coat off her shoulders. He had waited too long to do this with her. His need was past any kind of control.
Willow pushed his duster off his shoulders and began to jerk his shirt loose from his pants. Spike hissed as her warm fingers found his chest, running along the planes of his abdomen, then up to his nipples. Spike broke the kiss when her nails raked across the sensitive nubs.
Willow felt her world spin as Spike whipped her around and bent her over the nearest tombstone. He jerked her skirt up and it pooled in the middle of her back. He ran his fingers over the pale globes of her ass as they were exposed to him. His fingers smoothed over the white cotton of her underwear right before he jerked them off her.
“I think that you did this on purpose. You stood there, stripping me naked with your eyes while I was fighting. I think that you knew what the fight would do to me,” he said as he dipped his fingers between her cunt lips. Her cream soaked his fingers.
“Who, me?” Willow said with laughter in her voice.
Spike smiled. She was playing with him. He had wondered why she had been so quick to go on patrol with him, and now he knew. She had been hoping that something like this would happen.
“Now luv, do you know what happens when you play with fire?” he purred as he undid the buttons of his jeans, releasing his rock hard cock from his pants. Pre-come leaked from the tip. He was so turned on. He rubbed his cock along her wet slit before slipping just the head of his cock inside of her.
“You . . . “ she tried to push back against him, but his fingers dug into her hips holding her in place. “. . . get burned.”
“No luv.” He slammed himself home inside her wet cunt. “You get spanked,” and with that he brought down his hand onto her ass.
Willow half screamed and half moaned. He hit her so hard that her skin burned where his slap had landed, as if it had been touched by fire. Spike pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming his cock back into her. Every time his cock hit home he would bring a stinging slap down on her bottom. Every time he would hit her she would jerk back into him and drive him deeper.
Spike soon gave into the need building inside of them both and stopped the spanking, just driving into her with an unrelenting force. His fingers found their way around to the front of her, running through her wet curls, dipping between the fronts of her thighs to find her clit.
“Come for me, witch. I need to feel your cream coating me. I need to feel your walls pulling the come from my cock,” he ground out.
He twisted her clit hard as he slammed home two or three more times before he spilled his seed into her. Willow screamed his name as her orgasm surged though her body and he followed her as her name was ripped from his lips. After both of their bodies had come back down from their animalistic mating, Spike pulled out of her and dropped her skirt back down over her hips.
Her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm, Willow tried to right her clothes as best as she could and then turned to face Spike. “That was . . . wow.”
“That was just the beginning.” Spike finished tucking himself away. He needed to find someplace where they were could be alone. Now that the immediate need had been satisfied he wanted to take more time with her. He wanted to taste her cunt now that she had his seed mixed in with her cream dripping down her thighs. He wanted to make sure she knew what it felt like to belong to a vampire. Because now that he had her, he wasn’t about to let her go.
Willow looked up at him and smiled. She was hoping he would say that. “My parents are still out of town.” She flashed him her best shy smile.
Spike looked up at her and smirked. He had a feeling that he was just getting to know the many sides of Willow. “Well luv, what are we waiting for?”
“Nothing,” she said as she moved to take his hand.
Nothing was stopping them, not anymore.
~Part: 2~
Willow awoke with a slight fogginess in her head. She tried to open to her eyes, but she couldn't. Something was covering her eyes. The redhead tried to raise her arms, but found they were tied down by something soft and silky. Willow felt fear swamp over her.
"Don't be afraid, luv," Spike purred softly.
"Spike?" Willow was relieved and afraid at the same time. "What is going on?"
"I got tired of waiting. The slayer seems to be in the way all the time. Don't you think?"
Willow didn't know what to say. Buffy hadn't let her out of her sight since that night the slayer caught her and Spike walking home after their time in the cemetery. Buffy hadn't said much once she had seen how close they were walking. She just walked up, grabbed Willow's arm and told Spike that she would take it from there.
"Do you know how hard it has been for me to stay away from you?" he asked, his voice a soft, sensual purr.
Willow felt a blush spread over her skin as she thought of the way she had been missing him. She had dreamt about him almost every night and found herself waking, so wet and hungry for his touch. She felt his hand run up her thigh. Willow sucked in a breath. She was naked! She hadn't even noticed until he touched her skin.
"How?" was all she managed to get out as his finger ran over her stomach and up to her breast.
"How what?" he asked as he traced the aureole. "How did I get you here? How did I get past the slayer?"
Willow could only nod. She didn't know how much she really cared. She wanted him. Had wanted him since the last time they had been together. Now that she was here, everything else seemed to fade into the background.
"Does it really matter?" Spike leaned forward and kissed her nipple. "Because what I am thinking about is how much I want to bury my face in your cunt and feast on your cream."
The scent of Willow's arousal filled the room at his words. It made her so hot that what she wanted right at this minute was the same thing. She found her head shaking as his fingers traced her neither lips, she didn't even remember what they were talking about. His finger slid from the top to the bottom and then dipped inside to find her wet and ready for him, her cream coating his finger.
Willow felt the bed shift as Spike kneeled between her legs. To him, it seemed as if he had been waiting forever for this moment. He lowered his face to her curls and breathed in deep. It had only been three weeks, but it had felt like forever and a day to him. His finger spread her glistening lips and his tongue darted out to taste her sweetness.
Willow shuddered as he touched her so intimately. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and hold on for dear life, but she couldn't. The redhead tugged at the bonds that held her. She wanted to hold him in place, increase the pressure as she thrust her hips into his mouth, but he had her tied to the bed. Her eyes were covered. She wanted nothing more than to be released.
"Spike, let me go. I want to touch you," she whispered.
"Did you try and come to me?" he asked as his lips traced around her clit.
"What?" she asked slightly confused.
"Did you try and come to me? Did you try and get away from the slayer and come to me?" he asked again.
Willow could only nod as his fingers joined his tongue, slipping in and around all the places she craved.
"How?" he asked as he ran the flat of his tongue across her clit.
"I TRIED TO steal away," she screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Spike chuckled. He had hoped that she had. Now that he knew, the game was over; now it was time for both of their needs to be fulfilled. He morphed and used his claws to slice through the bonds that held her legs.
Willow felt the restraints give and she knew she had said the right things to him. She felt his fingers slip inside of her heat and she moaned.
"I wanted . . . to be with . . . you so bad," she panted in rhythm to his finger strokes.
Spike doubled his efforts with his fingers. He could feel her walls start to tremble. She was close.
"Do you think I should let you come?" he asked as his fingers slowed.
Willow tried to squeeze her inner muscles together to keep his fingers driving her mad, but it only made him slow his movements even more.
"Tell me how much you wanted me," he demanded.
"I awoke in the middle of each the night. I would feel so alone. Just the thought of us in the cemetery would make me so wet . . ."
She trailed off when his fingers started to move within her again. "Don't stop telling me."
"I touched myself . . ." and then she sucked her lower lip into her mouth as her body began to hum again. He did such wonderful things to her. In the past three weeks just the thought of him touching her had kept her going.
"Tell me about touching yourself," he demanded. He was so hard just being near her again, but still he wanted to know that he wasn't the only one who had had to take matters into his own hands, so-to-speak. He stilled his fingers again when she didn't answer him right away.
Willow wanted to scream. She had been so close twice now and he kept stopping. "I would dream about that night in the cemetery and wake up. I was so alone in my bed. The dreams were so real. I could feel you; taste you. All I wanted to do was to wrap myself around you and never let go."
Spike crawled up her body as she spoke. Her words, soft and husky, drew him to her lips. Once he reached her mouth he claimed it in a searing kiss, his hands reaching out on both sides to break the bindings at her wrists, releasing her hands. They wasted no time in touching his skin. Willow ran her fingers over his back and ass, squeezing and mapping out places she had held in her memories for far too long.
Without a second thought she rolled them, pinning him beneath her. She jerked off the blindfold and sought to fill her hungry eyes with the sight of him. He was tense with desire and his vampiric face rippled across his skin. He had meant to drive her to the point that he had been at for days, but he had only furthered his own need.
Willow took it all in: the color of his skin in the candle light, the way his yellow eyes seemed to bore right into her. For the first time in her life, she didn't care that she was naked. She didn't feel a blush staining her skin. She was proud of the fact that he wanted her and she wanted to give him all of herself.
She raised herself up and slid back. His cock was hard and ready for her and she didn't want to wait any longer to have him inside of her. They both moaned as the head of his cock slid into her wet cunt.
She leaned forward, just enough to rub her nipples against his chest. "I wanted it to be you. When I would wake up in the middle of the night." She started a slow rhythm, slipping an inch or so back and forth on his cock, "I wanted it to be like this. But instead I had to use my fingers to make myself come. They seemed so small compared to having you inside of me. Instead of taking away the need it only made things worse," she told him as she took just a little more of him inside of her.
Spike was lost in her words and the wet feel of her body. He wanted to roar, but he couldn't. The images that were swirling around in his head were enough to make him come. He knew if he continued to let her do the things she was doing he would never make it through. So he rolled her underneath him and slammed himself home.
Willow screamed as he hit home, her back arching, pushing him farther into her. The feel of him inside of her was better than she remembered. Her muscles grabbed at him, wanting to hold him in place forever. She felt one of his hands slip along her back to cup her ass as he began to drive into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Spike dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking greedily at one of her nipples. Once again, their need drove them both beyond control. Neither one of them cared that their climaxes loomed ahead. They were both lost in a world of feel, driven by denial of a friend who couldn't understand or except; this time not by their own reluctance, but by another's inability to understand their need to be together.
Spike felt her walls start to tighten and knew that she was close. He released her nipple and buried his face in her neck. His own orgasm was closing in and pushing him onward.
Willow felt his ridges against her neck. She didn't think about what she was offering, just that the need inside of her was burning her alive. She turned her head away and offered him her neck. She felt like she was falling when his fangs sliced through her flesh. And then just when she thought she was going to hit the ground her world exploded. Her orgasm lifted her up and spun her into a place she never thought she would find.
Spike felt his come spill into her as her blood ran down his throat. He heard her scream his name as she milked him of all his seed. Her body trembled as it was racked with wave after wave of ecstasy.
His movements stilled as she went limp under him. He pulled back from her neck and licked the twin holes that still dripped blood until it stopped.
Willow could hear him purring softly against her neck and wanted to say something to him, anything, but her body was so relaxed that nothing worked. She felt Spike start to move and tried to hold him in place above her.
"Spike?"
"Shhh, I want to taste you now. I want to lick my come off your lips. I want to know what we taste like together," he said as he moved down between her legs.
"Spike . . ."
"Don't worry; no one will find us for a few days. I made sure of it this time," he whispered against her thigh.
Willow shifted herself just enough so that she could see him. If he was going to enjoy himself then she was going to be able to see him doing it.
~Part: 3~
"Don't worry, no one will find us for a few days. I made sure of it this time," he whispered against her thigh.
Willow shifted herself just enough so that she could see him. If he was going to enjoy himself then she was going to be able to see him doing it.
She felt like she never had before. There was something about the way he touched her that made her felt like a whole new person. She didn't try and hide her naked body from him. He had been inside of her. No, it was more than that. It was as if, when he had been inside her he had been everywhere. He had touched her most secret places. He made her want him like no other. She sighed as his mouth gently worked her toward another, softer peek.
She found herself loving the way his eyes fluttered shut as his tongue delved inside of her. He seemed so happy to just be tasting her. A soft rumbling was coming from deep in his chest, making her think he was content. He lapped at her like a kitten would a bowl of cream. She felt something growing inside of her. It was a soft stirring, but she knew that it would soon consume her. She didn't want to embrace what was inside of her yet. She wanted to hold onto this moment. Savor it as if it was the last. The redhead knew it wouldn't last.
Once they reached a certain point, the animal that only came out when the passion between them reached its high would take the contentment that was floating between them now and swallow it whole, and replacing it with their need to touch each other, to satisfy each other an almost violent craving for his hands and skin. She felt it like you would a fever. Her body became warm as the movements from his mouth become more and more demanding.
She wanted to tell him to slow down, they had all the time in the world, but she couldn't seem to tell him that. Something deep down inside of her knew that they didn't have all the time in the world. Something, someone was closing in on them.
Spike had wanted to take his time. Taste her like she was the most savored thing he had ever put to his mouth, but soon his need for her was swamping him again; and for some reason he felt like his time with her was fleeting. He felt her stiffen and knew that she felt it too. He couldn't help himself, time was wasting and he had to be inside her again. He had to touch her so deeply that he lost himself inside of her. Maybe that way whatever it was that was trying to touch them wouldn't find them. He knew that he wasn't thinking as clearly as he should, but it was so hard to think at all with her cunt in his mouth.
When he had first run his tongue across her cunt and tasted their combined juices he knew right then and there that he would never get the taste of her out of his mouth. He had to have her now. He would need her tomorrow and the next day and from here on out. Once again, he was in it for better or worse. He could only hope that this time he got the better instead of the worse part of love.
He could feel her body start to shake. He knew she was close. Her fingers wound themselves into her hair and began to jerk him up. He didn't move.
"Spike. I need you inside of me. I need . . . " she whispered. Her voice almost sounded raw.
It had only taken a moment. Just one moment to feel that thing inside of her swell and claim her. She couldn't wait a second longer. She had to have him. He needed to be inside of her. It took her by surprise and she couldn't hold it off. She needed to be with him just one more time before whatever it was that she felt coming caught up to them. She pulled as hard as she could on his hair and he let a low, deep growl rip from the inside of him.
Willow felt him move away from her and the next thing she knew he was inside of her. In one powerful stroke he touched her so deeply that she cried out. Arching her back off the bed, she met him.
Spike groaned. He had thought that he couldn't go any deeper until she met his thrust. He felt himself slide just a little deeper. He couldn't hold back his groan. He was where he had wanted to be ever moment for the last three weeks. His face was buried in her neck and his cock shoved so deep inside her that he didn't think he would ever be able to touch that spot again no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to stay here like this forever.
Willow waited for him to move; when he didn't, she pushed up with her hips as hard as she could. She felt like whatever was coming was closing in on them and she didn't want to miss this moment. She needed him to fuck her.
Spike felt her movement and gave in. He knew what she wanted, her body was screaming at him to take her. To make her his. He started slow. Sliding back out as if he had all time in the world.
"Spike, please don't do this. Make me come. Make me feel you," she was begged him. Her hands desperately tried to pull him closer.
Spike knew he couldn't deny her anymore, not that he wanted to. He wanted to give her everything he had, everything she wanted.
He stopped playing with her and just started to fuck her. His cock slid in and out in rhythm with her heart. It was beating like it would leap out of her chest.
Willow dug her fingers into his back. She wanted him more. She didn't know how, just that she wanted him more.
"Spike," she panted. "I need . . . more."
"Luv, I don't want to hurt you." He felt his demon glorying in what she was asking. It wanted out to play. It wanted to touch her as much as it could. It wanted to make her bleed.
Willow pulled at the hair at the back of his head. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted to lose herself in his eyes as his cock slid in and out of her. She wanted to see the pleasure in his eyes as he fucked her into the bed that lay beneath her.
Spike turned his face to meet hers. He touched his lips to hers. A tender kiss.
"Hurt me," she rasped.
"Luv," he was going to beg her to just take what they were doing now when she dug her fingers into his back again. Drawing more blood.
She met his gaze. "Hurt me. Push me to the limit."
Spike felt his demon take control. His movements were harsh and demanding. His eyes found her throat.
Willow found no reason to fear his golden eyes. She knew that they would bring her no harm, only dark pleasure. Her head tipped back into the pillows. Giving him an open invitation to her blood.
Spike pulled out of her, and in one swift movement flipped her over on the bed, spreading her legs with his knees and slamming back inside of her before she could even realize what was happening. This new position allowed him to thrust into her deeper, while giving him the dual pleasure of watching her ass clench as she took his cock inside her. He slid in and out of her a couple more times before pulling her back up against his chest.
Willow found herself babbling incoherently in this new position. He was so deep inside of her. Her head rolled to one side, resting on his shoulder.
Spike slammed himself home one last time before he sunk his teeth into her neck. Willow's blood filled his mouth and his come left his body in one earth shaking orgasm.
Willow screamed as her world shattered into an orgasmic bliss. She could feel his come hitting her walls and felt him shudder behind her.
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Buffy wanted to know where Willow was. She hadn't seen her since yesterday afternoon. She had been to Willow's parents' house and no one was there. It didn't look like anyone had been there in a while. So after she had been to the Magic Box and everywhere else she could think of. That only left one place left to check.
She didn't knock. The blond just opened the door and slipped into Spike's dark crypt. That was when she heard it. Willow's scream. It sounded like it came from below her. She looked to the corner of the crypt and saw a ring sticking up from the floor. She didn't waste a second, it had to be a trap door. The slayer jerked it open and dropped to the floor below. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.
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Spike didn't think he just bit down harder and Willow screamed again. She hadn't even ridden out the waves of her first orgasm before the second one hit her harder than the first. She didn't know whether she was coming or going, just that she was in the arms of the man that stirred feelings in her that no one had before. They fell forward onto the bed, still reeling from the intensity if their coupling.
Buffy moved forward once they fell to the bed. She was waiting for a moment, any opportunity for her to rip Willow from Spike's arms. She couldn't believe what she had seen. Willow had been in front of Spike. He had been between her legs and his fangs had been in her neck. His hands had been holding each of her breasts. Buffy had never seen anything that had bothered her more than the look of pleasure that had been on her friend's face while being in a vampire's embrace.
Buffy walked to the edge of the bed. She reached out a tentative hand to her friend only be met by two gold eyes.
Willow heard Spike growl and knew without opening her eyes that what she had been afraid of coming for her was there. She closed her eyes tighter. The redhead was hoping that it would go away, until she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She didn't care who or what it was; she wasn't going anywhere. She had, after searching for so long, found where she was meant to be, where she was supposed to belong. And with that thought in mind, she opened her eyes.
Buffy saw Willow's eyes open and knew this was her chance. "Willow, come on."
Willow took a deep breath. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Come on, Willow, don't be stupid. I am going to get you out of here before you get hurt."
"I am as safe here as I am with you."
Spike had been worried that he was about to lose his lover when he had looked up and seen Buffy next to the bed. But when Willow had opened her eyes and spoken, he had gone from worried to happy. She wasn't going to leave.
"Willow, don't do this. You have to leave."
Willow sat up and pulled a sheet over her exposed body. She didn't mind Spike seeing and touching all of her, but Buffy was another story.
"I am not going anywhere. I am where I belong. You need to leave." As she spoke, Spike sat up behind her, pulling her to his chest. He wanted her to know that he was behind her on everything she was saying. He wrapped his arms around her, and Buffy didn't miss the look he gave Willow . . . even though she didn't understand it.
"Buffy, you can't make my decisions for me. I know that you want to, but you can't. I am a big girl, and I want to be with Spike."
"And I want to be with her," Spike said.
Willow turned and looked at him. "Are you sure?"
"Yes luv, I am very sure."
Willow leaned in and kissed him. When she looked back to where Buffy had been standing, she was gone.
"Where . . . ?"
Willow felt Spike start to move away from her and that stopped her mid-sentence.
"You had better get dressed," he told her as he set her clothes on the bed.
"What . . .why?"
"Because she will be back, and the next time she won't be alone. I want to be ready to tell all of them how much I love you."
He had not said it on purpose. He wasn't sure how she felt about him, and he had been kicked around enough in his hundred plus years to know what it felt like when someone didn't love you back. He stopped dressing when he smelled her tears. He had to look at her, to know what the tears meant.
Willow stood on the other side of the bed with her shirt in her hands and nothing else. Her tears ran freely down her face.
"You love me?"
Spike knew he couldn't take it back so he just nodded.
"And I love you, so I think we will be okay."
She wanted to run across the room and throw herself into his arms, but if he could pretend that telling each other how they felt was no big deal then she would give it to him his way this time. But it wouldn't be that way forever. As a matter of fact, it would be the first thing she worked on with him. So instead she finished dressing and waited for her friends to arrive.
~Part: 4~
Spike walked along the edge of the bed taking in the sight of his beloved redhead on her knees. He'd finally had to tie her in place, her hands to the headboard and a strap tied to each side of the bed about half way up to hold her legs in place. They had been at this for over five hours. He had touched her in every possible place. He had spent forever between her legs, licking and sucking her until she thought he might let her come and then he would pull away. He had fingered her ass until her cunt dripped and she begged him to fuck her ass. She hadn't cared how, just that she needed him inside of her. She would have let him take her any way he wanted, just as long as he took her, but again he had pulled away. Spike couldn't help himself, he ran his hand over her upturned ass, then leaned down and placed a feather light kiss on one cheek. He felt Willow shiver. He squeezed one pale globe in his hand before bringing his other hand down hard on the other ass cheek.
Willow whimpered into the pillow. The heat from his slap spread across her whole ass. Then he slapped her again, this time just a little bit harder than the last.
"Do you know why you are being punished?" he asked.
Willow tried to nod, but the pillow got in the way. Before she could open her mouth and answer him she felt the sting of his hand again.
"Answer me, Willow."
Willow felt warmth spreading across her face. Here she was, spread out on his bed with her ass in the air and cream sliding out of her cunt, with just the sound of his voice an a incentive. It was deep and commanding and she wanted to hear it again. So she bit her lip and didn't answer.
Spike knew she couldn't see his face, so he didn't bother to hide the smile that lit his face. She was playing with him. As if she could. He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her ass. His fingers danced across the edge of her cheeks, down the firm globe until it rested against the very back of her cream coated lips.
Willow pushed her ass back into his hand the best she could. She wanted more contact. So he granted her just a bit more. He ran his fingers along the outside lips of her cunt; ever so slowly slipping his fingers inside of her, and felt her push as hard as she could against them. Willow moaned as his fingers started to swirl around inside of her; in and out and this way and that. But it wasn't enough. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted his cock slipping in and out of her, pushing her toward the edge.
As Spike felt her body start to tense, he pulled his fingers out of her.
"Spike!" she half screamed, half moaned. She hadn't been as close as she would have liked, but still him jerking his fingers away hadn't helped.
Spike just stood behind her for a moment, licking his fingers clean. He reached for the buckle of his belt. He knew Willow could hear him by the way her body stiffened. He undid his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants, laying it across her lower back. The belt hung loosely around her waist as if he was about to put it on her.
Willow relaxed just a bit as she felt the coolness of the belt against her skin. She was hopping this was the end; that he was finally going to stop playing with her and just fuck her. She held her breath until she heard the zipper on his pants and then the sound of him stepping out of the jeans. She felt the bed dip as he climbed on behind her. She felt his hands come around her waist and start to do up the belt. He angled himself just right so his hard cock would brush against her cunt. He reached around her for the ends of the belt, hooking it loosely around her waist.
Spike felt the room fill with magic and found himself holding onto the belt for a little extra support when the little vixen beneath him shifted her legs enough so that the bindings that had held her in place ripped. He knew that she had used her magic to break them. She wasn't strong enough to just out and out rip them with her legs. If he hadn't known better he would have thought that he just lost his balance. But he did know better, and had felt the magic in the room swell up behind him and push against his back.
He groaned when he felt the tip of his cock slip inside of her. Just the tip, but still he could feel her cunt grab onto him. He gritted his teeth as her cream coated his tip. She tightened and flexed her muscles as if she was trying to pull him to safety. As if she was the only thing that stood between him and certain destruction instead of feeding her own greed for his body. Spike knew it was now or never; he had to get her under control or she would consume him. He brought his hand down hard on her ass.
Willow let a low, deep moan roll from her lips. The pain from his slap made her so wet. She wanted more. She wanted him to slap her, and fuck her. "Please, Spike."
"Oh no, little witch," he growled. "You don't get what you want because I didn't get what I wanted. You didn't answer me."
Willow didn't act like she had even heard him. She just kept trying to sink herself back onto his member.
He didn't hesitate to hit her ass again. "Do . . ." slap "you . . ." slap "know . . ." slap "why . . ." slap "you're . . ." slap "being . . ." slap "punished?"
"No . . ." she wailed as her body shook with unreleased sexual need. She pushed back against him as hard as she could. He held her still, only letting her have the tip of him. She couldn't seem to think of anything other the feel of his cock. She wanted more, so much more. She would always want more.
Spike felt the magic swell around them again and knew that he needed to put some space between them. If he didn't, he would be fucking her into the mattress in a matter of seconds. He started to pull his cock out of her when the magic flared to a new level and he could feel her hunger for him. It tried to swallow him whole. He tired not to fall into it. He wanted her to know why it hurt him to have her friends treat him the way they did. He was doing all of this to make her understand him better. Spike knew he was done for when he felt himself falling backward on the bed and heard the cloth tearing that held her arms. He closed his eyes as desire fell over him. It touched his skin like a thousand strokes of her tongue bring him to the edge like nothing had ever before. His cock dripped pre- come and throbbed painfully. He opened his eyes long enough to see her climbing up his body.
Willow stopped at his cock and smiled up at him sweetly. "I am being punished because my friends are assholes when it comes to you." She ran her tongue up the length of his cock, pausing for a moment to lick the pre-come that had pooled at the head. "I am being punished because of all the things that Xander said and threatened. And for Buffy hitting you." She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke him. "I understand your point of view Spike. I really do. I want to hate them for thinking that you are not good enough for me. For them saying that you were using me. But I can't be and do you know why?"
Spike shook his head as she released his cock, but groaned in satisfaction when she pinned it between his body and her wet cunt. "Because all I can think about is what I feel like when you are inside of me. The way your cock touches me so deep that I think that I might die if you don't go deeper."
She moved up and slid his cock home. "This is where you belong. Look at me, Spike." She turned his face so he could look at her. When his blue eyes met her green ones she continued. "This is where I belong. Let my friends say and do what they will. Let them call you names and hit you and know that it only makes me want you more. It only proves to me that I see something that they don't, and it is their loss."
Spike's hands found the belt and used it to lift her up off his cock. Not enough that she slid loose, only enough that he could slam himself home again. They both moaned.
"It doesn't matter what they think. Or how they go about trying to change my mind. They could try and keep me away from you, but I would find my way back to you. I love you and that is all that matters."
Spike knew she was right. He wanted to hate them for barging into his crypt and telling Willow that he was soulless and that one day he would kill her. He wanted to grab a hold of the slayer and shake her until her head snapped off for telling Willow that a vampire couldn't love her. He wanted to rip the moron's guts out for telling Willow that he wouldn't be able to forgive her for what she was doing with a soulless killer. He wanted to hurt them all for hurting her, for doing something that he didn't ever want to do. And that was the point; he just wanted to hurt them for hurting her. Yeah, their words had stung him, but they had made his Willow cry and yet she had stood by him.
Willow sunk back down on him and twisted her hips just a bit while gripping his cock as hard as she could with her cunt. She knew he was thinking, and she didn't want him thinking. She wanted him fucking her, not lost in memories that meant nothing to her. The here and now is what meant something to her. She wanted him so deep inside of her that he felt like he was a part of her. Willow smiled as she raked her nails down his chest, drawing blood along the way.
Spike felt the pain and thrust up into her. "Do you want to play rough, witch?"
"Yes! I want you to hurt me so good that I beg for more."
Spike sneered at her. "Do you know what you are asking?"
Willow leered right back at him and smiled. "Yes. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock buried so deep inside of me that I will never get it out. And when I am ready to come, I want you to sink your fangs inside of me until I can't think or move."
And with that she reached down and twisted his nipple. Spike grabbed the belt tighter and began to fuck her, sliding out of her and then ramming her back down on him. Willow moaned and babbled about how good it felt to have him inside of her. He released one side of the belt and slid his fingers down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it until he felt her body start to shake from the pleasure. She was begging him to make her come. And he couldn't tell her no.
Willow leaned forward and kissed his lips, sucking the lower one into her mouth. Her body felt like it was filling up with desire and she didn't know how much more she could take. Spike twisted her clit and felt her orgasm start.
Willow bit down on his lip as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. Spike tasted his own blood as witch started her orgasm. He felt his human face melt away. Then he felt Willow grab onto his face to hold in place. She ran her fingers over his ridges and her tongue over his fangs, spilling more blood into his mouth. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth. He didn't bite deep. Just enough to give her pleasure that extra edge. Willow moaned his name and clamped down on his cock as hard as she could. Spike felt himself surge forward as he spilled his cool seed inside of her. She fell forward. Spreading herself across his chest like a blanket.
When Spike pulled away from her mouth, he smiled at the dreamy look on her face even though she was gazing on the face of his demon. She wanted no part of him to be hidden from her. And as she tasted the blood on her lips she knew it never would be. She wouldn't take just a part of him; she would take all of him. Every little thing. And that is what would make their love strong.
THE END!