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snoggedTitle: Fairy Tales Don’t Exist
Author: snogged
Pairing: Willow/Spike, mentions Willow/Angel and Spike/Drusilla
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; heat play, sex, and a little bit of D/s
Spoilers: Takes place after my story “My Happy Ending.” There is a reference to “Dopplegandland”
Summary: Angel’s left for LA, Spike’s joined the Scooby Gang, and Willow’s on a downward spiral into the dark arts.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I don’t.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvetwhip, rua1412, crimsonredmagic and watchersgoddess. Thank you ladies so much for the wonderful comments on the first one.
He’d been watching her for the last six months. She was on a downward spiral into black magic. She was addicted to it, she depended on it. He watched the darkness fill her and control her. It was as if she was trying to squish every inch of goodness out of her. It reminded him of what happened to Dru so many years ago when Angelus had left her. Only Dru had already been crazy when Angelus left and she hadn’t exactly been good either.
Tonight, she was at the Bronze with Buffy and Xander but it certainly didn’t look like she was enjoying herself. Sure, the Slayer and the idiot were doing their friendly best to help her get over Angel’s departure but they were looking past the addiction. Spike was positive that the witch’s two best friends were terrified of her.
“Red.” He stepped up to her table and his hand touched her wrist.
Willow looked at the bleached blonde vampire as if he was an annoying zit she wanted to pop. “What?”
“I want to show you something.” Spike said.
Willow arched in eyebrow. “What if I don’t want to see it?” She lifted a finger and pointed it at him.
Spike lifted his hands. “It’s harmless, I promise. No need to turn me into a newt.”
Willow sighed and grabbed her purse. “Fine.” She rose to her feet and Spike led her out the door. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” Spike said. He walked with determination and Willow struggled to keep up with him. They walked through the darkened streets of Sunnydale until they got to Roseview Cemetary and Spike stopped.
“You wanna show me a cemetary?” Willow asked, not impressed.
“It’s a shortcut.” Spike said, easily breaking open the chain on the gate. They walked through the cemetary and walked up a hill on the other side. Spike sat down in the grass and motioned for Willow to join him.
Willow obliged and looked into the vampire’s ice blue eyes.
“Look up, Willow.” Spike urged.
Willow looked above her and saw thousands of tiny, shimmery stars glittering back at her. It looked beautiful. And then one star fell, racing across the sky.
“I’ve always believed that falling stars are angels who have fallen into the darkness. It’s their punishment.” Spike pinched a blade of grass between his fingers and idly stroked it.
“Why are you telling me this?” Willow asked.
“Because you’re punishing yourself. Angel left and he’s a bloody pouf for doing so. But, this brand of darkness doesn’t suit you. You have a light inside of you and I will not let you kill it.” Spike paused, searching the witch’s eyes for a reaction. Her eyes were watery. “If you really want darkness, pet, I can show you a whole world of it. I’ll let you taste it, let you ride its waves of ecstasy.”
Willow sat up and looked into his eyes. Her hand reached out to touch his cheek and she pulled him towards her. Their lips met and Willow kissed him with a hunger and passion that blew Spike’s mind. She pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection. She moved her skirt up around her hips. Spike looked up at her in surprise. He wasn’t quite sure if he should say anything or just let her go. He figured just letting her go would be fine.
Willow impaled herself on the vampire’s cock, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She ripped open his shirt and ran her fingernails down his chest. Spike groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet hers.
“You wanna know darkness, Spikey?” Her voice was soft and seductive. “You haven’t even seen my world.” She slipped her hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his zippo. She flicked it on and both vampire and witch stared at the flame. Wilow whispered an incantation and a tiny ball of flame separated from the lighter and moved towards Spike’s stomach. It made contact with his skin and Spike fought to hold back a scream. He may be a vampire but dammit. Willow grinned and brought the tiny ball back to her, letting it dance around her finger. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock.
“They say you’re not all that different from your vampire counterpart,” Willow mused, watching the fire. “And well, I met mine. She’s evil and skanky, and a little gay. And she made me realize something that Angel didn’t see. He only saw the good, pure, innocent Willow. The Willow that everyone else sees. Is that the Willow you see?”
The ball of fire touched down on Spike’s chest and he screamed, his hips bucking upwards, thrusting deeper inside her. He could feel his climax nearing.
“No,” he said.
“Didn’t think so,” Willow looked smug and leaned forward, dragging her tounge up the side of his cheek before sinking her teeth into his flesh. Spike instantly exploded inside of her. His cold seed filling her. She was no vampire but it made no difference. He felt claimed by her and it felt amazing.
Willow rolled off of him and lay in the grass. Spike turned on his side to face her, leaning over to kiss her.
“You are truly a dark princess.”
Willow laughed, her green eyes twinkling. “Fairy tales don’t exist, Spike.”
“Oh but happy endings do.” Spike smiled, stroking her hair.
Author: snogged
Pairing: Willow/Spike, mentions Willow/Angel and Spike/Drusilla
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; heat play, sex, and a little bit of D/s
Spoilers: Takes place after my story “My Happy Ending.” There is a reference to “Dopplegandland”
Summary: Angel’s left for LA, Spike’s joined the Scooby Gang, and Willow’s on a downward spiral into the dark arts.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I don’t.
Dedicated to:
velvetwhip, rua1412, crimsonredmagic and watchersgoddess. Thank you ladies so much for the wonderful comments on the first one.He’d been watching her for the last six months. She was on a downward spiral into black magic. She was addicted to it, she depended on it. He watched the darkness fill her and control her. It was as if she was trying to squish every inch of goodness out of her. It reminded him of what happened to Dru so many years ago when Angelus had left her. Only Dru had already been crazy when Angelus left and she hadn’t exactly been good either.
Tonight, she was at the Bronze with Buffy and Xander but it certainly didn’t look like she was enjoying herself. Sure, the Slayer and the idiot were doing their friendly best to help her get over Angel’s departure but they were looking past the addiction. Spike was positive that the witch’s two best friends were terrified of her.
“Red.” He stepped up to her table and his hand touched her wrist.
Willow looked at the bleached blonde vampire as if he was an annoying zit she wanted to pop. “What?”
“I want to show you something.” Spike said.
Willow arched in eyebrow. “What if I don’t want to see it?” She lifted a finger and pointed it at him.
Spike lifted his hands. “It’s harmless, I promise. No need to turn me into a newt.”
Willow sighed and grabbed her purse. “Fine.” She rose to her feet and Spike led her out the door. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” Spike said. He walked with determination and Willow struggled to keep up with him. They walked through the darkened streets of Sunnydale until they got to Roseview Cemetary and Spike stopped.
“You wanna show me a cemetary?” Willow asked, not impressed.
“It’s a shortcut.” Spike said, easily breaking open the chain on the gate. They walked through the cemetary and walked up a hill on the other side. Spike sat down in the grass and motioned for Willow to join him.
Willow obliged and looked into the vampire’s ice blue eyes.
“Look up, Willow.” Spike urged.
Willow looked above her and saw thousands of tiny, shimmery stars glittering back at her. It looked beautiful. And then one star fell, racing across the sky.
“I’ve always believed that falling stars are angels who have fallen into the darkness. It’s their punishment.” Spike pinched a blade of grass between his fingers and idly stroked it.
“Why are you telling me this?” Willow asked.
“Because you’re punishing yourself. Angel left and he’s a bloody pouf for doing so. But, this brand of darkness doesn’t suit you. You have a light inside of you and I will not let you kill it.” Spike paused, searching the witch’s eyes for a reaction. Her eyes were watery. “If you really want darkness, pet, I can show you a whole world of it. I’ll let you taste it, let you ride its waves of ecstasy.”
Willow sat up and looked into his eyes. Her hand reached out to touch his cheek and she pulled him towards her. Their lips met and Willow kissed him with a hunger and passion that blew Spike’s mind. She pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection. She moved her skirt up around her hips. Spike looked up at her in surprise. He wasn’t quite sure if he should say anything or just let her go. He figured just letting her go would be fine.
Willow impaled herself on the vampire’s cock, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She ripped open his shirt and ran her fingernails down his chest. Spike groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet hers.
“You wanna know darkness, Spikey?” Her voice was soft and seductive. “You haven’t even seen my world.” She slipped her hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his zippo. She flicked it on and both vampire and witch stared at the flame. Wilow whispered an incantation and a tiny ball of flame separated from the lighter and moved towards Spike’s stomach. It made contact with his skin and Spike fought to hold back a scream. He may be a vampire but dammit. Willow grinned and brought the tiny ball back to her, letting it dance around her finger. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock.
“They say you’re not all that different from your vampire counterpart,” Willow mused, watching the fire. “And well, I met mine. She’s evil and skanky, and a little gay. And she made me realize something that Angel didn’t see. He only saw the good, pure, innocent Willow. The Willow that everyone else sees. Is that the Willow you see?”
The ball of fire touched down on Spike’s chest and he screamed, his hips bucking upwards, thrusting deeper inside her. He could feel his climax nearing.
“No,” he said.
“Didn’t think so,” Willow looked smug and leaned forward, dragging her tounge up the side of his cheek before sinking her teeth into his flesh. Spike instantly exploded inside of her. His cold seed filling her. She was no vampire but it made no difference. He felt claimed by her and it felt amazing.
Willow rolled off of him and lay in the grass. Spike turned on his side to face her, leaning over to kiss her.
“You are truly a dark princess.”
Willow laughed, her green eyes twinkling. “Fairy tales don’t exist, Spike.”
“Oh but happy endings do.” Spike smiled, stroking her hair.
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