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snoggedTitle: Wet Heat
Author: snogged
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Spoilers: none specifically, but let’s say the summer after season 5. Willow is not dating Tara.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I don’t
A/N: This is a slightly belated birthday present forvelvetwhip
The hot water sprayed her face, soaking her skin. Demon goo and vampire blood pooled around the shower drain. It was hard work keeping the forces of darkness from realizing that the Slayer was dead. She picked up the bottle of shampoo and slowly started working some into her hair.
The shower curtain slowly opened and Spike stepped in, setting a small bottle of body wash on the side of the tub.
Willow turned and caught a glimpse of the very naked Spike in the tub with her. She wrapped her arms protectively around her breasts, shooting him a death glare. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“I need to take a shower. There’s only one in this bloody house, luv. You’re just gonna have to learn to share.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and smirked. His eyes travelled the length of her body. She had nice, long, shapely legs, a nice, firm tummy, and a slender neck. His eyes zeroed in on her uncovered pussy lips, that were accentuated with a thin, red racing strip. He could feel his dick harden.
“If you’re going to insist on staying in here, turn around.” Willow said firmly, trying to keep her eyes on his.
“And miss out on the great view?” He chuckled. “Not bloody likely, Red.”
Willow sighed and leaned her head back and let the water rinse out the shampoo in her hair. He wasn’t leaving so she figured she might as well just deal with it.
Spike stepped forward and reached passed her to grab the bottle of shampoo. His arm brushed against Willow’s side and she gasped softly. He worked some shampoo into his hair and she moved passed him to give him access to the water, taking the conditioner bottle with her. She was grateful that the Summers’ shower was fairly large. Once she had conditioner in her hair, the two switched places again.
Willow closed her eyes and arched her back, moving her fingers through her hair to work out the conditioner residue. Spike picked up the loufa and his body wash and poured some onto it. He stepped forward, pressing the loufa against Willow’s shoulder, slowly working it down her arm.
Willow’s eyes flew open. The musky aroma filled her nostrils. “Spike…”
Spike looked at her. His hand still moving the loufa across her skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
Willow paused for a moment. She couldn’t lie to herself. What he was doing right now felt so good and yet so dirty. This was Spike. The very same vampire who had attacked her so many times before.
Willow turned slightly, giving him access to her backside. Spike moved the loufa across her back. Willow moaned as he hit all those hard to reach places. His hands went around her, rubbing the loufa over her breasts and down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Willow turned back to face him and grabbed his head with her hands, smashing his lips into hers.
Spike pushed her up against the shower wall, bracing his hand against the smooth, tiled surface. He dropped the loufa and moved his hands all over her heated flesh. Willow could feel the steam drifting into her lungs. Her head felt cloudy. She could feel his dick against her thigh and she wanted it inside her. She wrapped her leg around his and reached for his slick penis, guiding it to her entrance.
Spike thrust inside her. Her arousal was intoxicating and her moans were so cute. He thrust deeper and harder inside of her and the demon within him desperately wanted to sink his fangs into her. Old, ancient magicks were pulsing in her veins. This girl was primed for darkness and Spike wanted to taste it.
“Bite me,” Willow’s request was soft, barely audible.
Spike’s face slipped into vampiric guise and bent towards her neck expecting the rushing pain that the chip doled out. But there was none. His fangs slipped into her tender flesh and Willow gasped in pain, her sex clenching tightly around Spike’s penis.
Her blood was sweet and darkly powerful. It tasted a bit like strawberries. Her vagina continued to clench around his penis, forcing him to erupt in orgasm. Willow climaxed as well and he released his fangs from her neck, gently licking up tiny rivulets of blood.
He looked into her eyes and saw the lust lying there. “Out of curiosity pet, why the bite request?”
Willow blushed and averted her gaze. “Is it really hot in here?” She turned the shower off and moved to open the curtain.
Spike moved his arm to block her departure. “Willow.”
“Angelus. The first time. When Buffy had given him a happy. He claimed me. Made me desperate for the rush. He made me touch the darkness in a way that I never have before. But then Buffy sent him to hell. But when Angel came back he understood the claim and then he’d do it. It was never much. A bite on the breast most of the time. Things that could be easily hidden. But then he left for LA. I went to the nest you found Riley in every so often but it wasn’t the same. I’d been claimed by a Master and only he or his childer could give me that rush. So I focused on the dark arts stuff, channeled my addiction into my power.” The speech poured out in a rush. Spike was stunned.
Willow wrapped her arms around herself. “You think I’m a freak, don’t you?”
Spike smiled, running a finger across the top of her breastflesh. “I wish you had told me sooner, luv. I’m obligated, pet. And since you want it, the chip doesn’t appear to effect it.” He did the cocky shoulder thing and kissed her roughly, smacking her on the bottom.
Willow yelped at the unexpected slap and hopped out of the shower. Spike chuckled.
“I’m going to fill you with so much darkness its gonna make you eyes pop.”
Willow grinned shyly, pleased with herself that it had been so easy to convince him and he had no idea what she had in mind.
Author: snogged
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Spoilers: none specifically, but let’s say the summer after season 5. Willow is not dating Tara.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I don’t
A/N: This is a slightly belated birthday present for
velvetwhipThe hot water sprayed her face, soaking her skin. Demon goo and vampire blood pooled around the shower drain. It was hard work keeping the forces of darkness from realizing that the Slayer was dead. She picked up the bottle of shampoo and slowly started working some into her hair.
The shower curtain slowly opened and Spike stepped in, setting a small bottle of body wash on the side of the tub.
Willow turned and caught a glimpse of the very naked Spike in the tub with her. She wrapped her arms protectively around her breasts, shooting him a death glare. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“I need to take a shower. There’s only one in this bloody house, luv. You’re just gonna have to learn to share.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and smirked. His eyes travelled the length of her body. She had nice, long, shapely legs, a nice, firm tummy, and a slender neck. His eyes zeroed in on her uncovered pussy lips, that were accentuated with a thin, red racing strip. He could feel his dick harden.
“If you’re going to insist on staying in here, turn around.” Willow said firmly, trying to keep her eyes on his.
“And miss out on the great view?” He chuckled. “Not bloody likely, Red.”
Willow sighed and leaned her head back and let the water rinse out the shampoo in her hair. He wasn’t leaving so she figured she might as well just deal with it.
Spike stepped forward and reached passed her to grab the bottle of shampoo. His arm brushed against Willow’s side and she gasped softly. He worked some shampoo into his hair and she moved passed him to give him access to the water, taking the conditioner bottle with her. She was grateful that the Summers’ shower was fairly large. Once she had conditioner in her hair, the two switched places again.
Willow closed her eyes and arched her back, moving her fingers through her hair to work out the conditioner residue. Spike picked up the loufa and his body wash and poured some onto it. He stepped forward, pressing the loufa against Willow’s shoulder, slowly working it down her arm.
Willow’s eyes flew open. The musky aroma filled her nostrils. “Spike…”
Spike looked at her. His hand still moving the loufa across her skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
Willow paused for a moment. She couldn’t lie to herself. What he was doing right now felt so good and yet so dirty. This was Spike. The very same vampire who had attacked her so many times before.
Willow turned slightly, giving him access to her backside. Spike moved the loufa across her back. Willow moaned as he hit all those hard to reach places. His hands went around her, rubbing the loufa over her breasts and down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Willow turned back to face him and grabbed his head with her hands, smashing his lips into hers.
Spike pushed her up against the shower wall, bracing his hand against the smooth, tiled surface. He dropped the loufa and moved his hands all over her heated flesh. Willow could feel the steam drifting into her lungs. Her head felt cloudy. She could feel his dick against her thigh and she wanted it inside her. She wrapped her leg around his and reached for his slick penis, guiding it to her entrance.
Spike thrust inside her. Her arousal was intoxicating and her moans were so cute. He thrust deeper and harder inside of her and the demon within him desperately wanted to sink his fangs into her. Old, ancient magicks were pulsing in her veins. This girl was primed for darkness and Spike wanted to taste it.
“Bite me,” Willow’s request was soft, barely audible.
Spike’s face slipped into vampiric guise and bent towards her neck expecting the rushing pain that the chip doled out. But there was none. His fangs slipped into her tender flesh and Willow gasped in pain, her sex clenching tightly around Spike’s penis.
Her blood was sweet and darkly powerful. It tasted a bit like strawberries. Her vagina continued to clench around his penis, forcing him to erupt in orgasm. Willow climaxed as well and he released his fangs from her neck, gently licking up tiny rivulets of blood.
He looked into her eyes and saw the lust lying there. “Out of curiosity pet, why the bite request?”
Willow blushed and averted her gaze. “Is it really hot in here?” She turned the shower off and moved to open the curtain.
Spike moved his arm to block her departure. “Willow.”
“Angelus. The first time. When Buffy had given him a happy. He claimed me. Made me desperate for the rush. He made me touch the darkness in a way that I never have before. But then Buffy sent him to hell. But when Angel came back he understood the claim and then he’d do it. It was never much. A bite on the breast most of the time. Things that could be easily hidden. But then he left for LA. I went to the nest you found Riley in every so often but it wasn’t the same. I’d been claimed by a Master and only he or his childer could give me that rush. So I focused on the dark arts stuff, channeled my addiction into my power.” The speech poured out in a rush. Spike was stunned.
Willow wrapped her arms around herself. “You think I’m a freak, don’t you?”
Spike smiled, running a finger across the top of her breastflesh. “I wish you had told me sooner, luv. I’m obligated, pet. And since you want it, the chip doesn’t appear to effect it.” He did the cocky shoulder thing and kissed her roughly, smacking her on the bottom.
Willow yelped at the unexpected slap and hopped out of the shower. Spike chuckled.
“I’m going to fill you with so much darkness its gonna make you eyes pop.”
Willow grinned shyly, pleased with herself that it had been so easy to convince him and he had no idea what she had in mind.
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on 2007-01-15 06:43 am (UTC):::hugs you:::
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on 2007-01-15 06:44 am (UTC)it doesn't appear to want to go under an lj cut though. oh well.
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