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Title: Indiscretions
Author: snogged
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters. I own nothing
Pairing: Spike/Willow, Willow/Tara
Summary: Set in Season 5, sometime before “Checkpoint.” Willow and Tara haven’t had sex yet.
Warnings: public sex
Word Count: 2033
Feedback: is always appreciated
A/N: This piece is dedicated to
shanmara who had requested Spike/Willow, sex in the Magic Box with Buffy and Giles training. I hope you enjoy this sweetie
The Magic Box had settled in to its post-closing haze. Buffy and Giles had gone into the back room to try out some new combat techniques that Giles had researched. Anya and Xander had left to take Dawn home and then they were off to go see the movie premiere of Transformers. And that left Willow and Tara to play the roles of research girls with the stack of books that Giles had placed on the table in front of them. They still hadn't figured out what Glory was and Giles was insistent that they keep cracking the spines of books until it was figured out.
Willow propped her elbows up on the table and rested her head between her palms. She had read all of these descriptions many times before and none of them seemed to fit the frilly, Cordelia-esque Big Bad. She looked over at Tara who was absorbed in a book on witchcraft and couldn't help but smile. The blond-haired witch had been a Goddess-send. Willow finally had someone who could debate the ethical quandaries and moral ambiguities of historical literature as well as someone who could efficiently work the spell mojo. And she wasn't bad to look at either.
Tara looked up from her reading and smiled softly. "You were watching me?"
Willow grinned. "I couldn't help but notice that you're totally not researching."
Tara blushed three shades of pink and looked down at the floor.
Willow reached over and touched the girl's hand. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone, I promise. It'll be our little secret."
Tara smiled again and looked over at the clock behind the counter. "Oh Willow. I-I need to go. I'm supposed to be tutoring Lydia in Calculus. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you alone."
Willow squeezed Tara's hand. "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. Besides, I'm not alone. Buffy and Giles are training." As if on cue, they heard a low grunt from Giles. Willow could only imagine the damage Buffy was causing to the man's internal organs but Giles never seemed to mind and he was pretty spry for his age.
Tara rose from the table and gave Willow a half-hug. "I'll see you in class tomorrow then."
"Absolutely." Willow said before turning her attention back to the demon descriptions in front of her.
The little bell above the door jingled and Willow sighed heavily. Research mode was doing nothing to distract her from the sudden itch she felt between her thighs and the naughty thoughts she was having about a certain blond witch. She had expected that dating a lesbian would come with some sexy perks but so far, there'd just been a lot of
hesitant kisses and intense spell work.
She grabbed a rag from behind the desk and started dusting off the fertility goddess statue in the display cabinet. Her fingers idled over the large, molded breasts and she took extra care to remove the dust from them. The little bell rang again and Willow hurriedly
placed the statue back in its spot.
" 'Ello pet. Slayer in?"
Willow blushed crimson and started frantically dusting the counter. What if Spike had seen her? Oh goddess. He would think she was a pervert or something. Instead of answering him, Willow focused her concentration into one spot on the counter top until she felt a hand close around her forearm and a very hard, very male body press against her back.
"Red, I think it's clean."
"Oh right, right, yes. Buffy's um…she's training…with Giles in the back. Doing the same old stuff she always does. Yep, working on those kicks and punches and getting all sweaty and stuff. Faith always talked about training being sexy ‘cause of the sweat…and stuff." Willow's hand flew to her mouth and her cheeks burned crimson. "I did not just say that.
Spike grinned, his fingers still resting on the girl’s forearm. "Slayer getting all sweaty and sexy, huh? Is that's what twisting your buttons all funny or are you looking for a little sweaty action yourself?"
"What? Me…No. Thinking that would be bad and lead to the badness and the thoughts and the she's my breast friend…I mean best friend." Willow gripped the dust rag between her fingers and cursed the day she learned to babble.
Spike chuckled and brushed his lips against her ear. "I've never smelled arousal so thick, pet. I could smell it the second I walked into the building. It's intoxicating."
Willow gulped and chewed on her bottom lip. Darn vampires and their heightened sense of smell.
"I could fix that for you right quick, pet. Or I could make you beg for it. Don't matter to me."
"Buffy and Giles are training." Willow said quietly.
"So? Just means we'll have to be real real quiet, pet."
"Tara. She's my…"
Spike flicked his tongue across her ear and Willow whimpered. "She don't have to know either, love. It'll be our little secret." He moved forward slightly, completely trapping her between him and the counter.
Willow felt his hand slide down her side, brushing over the fabric that was barely protecting her skin from his contact. His fingers lifted up the hem of her skirt and Willow suddenly regretted her panty choice of the morning. Or the more proper way of putting it, her lack of panties. She had been hoping Tara would pick up on the arousal
signals though, not Spike.
Her skin tingled as the vampire's cool fingers traced the curvature of her thigh and then she felt him pause.
"Someone's been wanting, I see." Spike flicked his tongue over her ear again and Willow mewled. "Bet you were hoping some cute little blond would want to take a peek. Helps that I'm a cute little blond, don't it?"
Willow heard another loud grunt from the training room and she felt her body freeze. Why was she doing this? Why was she letting Spike do this to her? Buffy and Giles could walk out of the back at any moment and Spike had her bent over the counter with her skirt around her hips.
"Spike, we should stop. Someone could see."
"Says the girl who forgot her panties today. You wanted someone to see, pet, and it’s your lucky day ‘cause someone noticed." Spike smirked and unzipped the fly of his jeans. "Now, pet, I'm gonna take care of you right and proper. No excuses."
Willow nodded and pressed her cheek against the glass. She could hear the sound of Buffy practicing her training regimen and she could hear Giles's encouraging voice. She prayed to the Goddess that it would stay that way. That no one would come out here. That no one would see her in this state of desperation. She knew Buffy and Giles would never forgive her this. Shacking up with vamps was pretty much frowned upon in this circle. Shacking up with vamps had a bad way of leading to murder and mayhem but Spike didn’t have a soul, just a chip, so it wasn’t like she’d be unleashing hell on Earth.
Spike's grip tightened on her hips and Willow moaned as she felt him plunge into her dripping slit with one quick thrust. She shifted her hips to adjust to his size. He was definitely longer than Oz and she guesstimated that he was a little wider too but it felt like he fit within her snugly.
His thrusts were slow and deep as he pressed her harder against the glass.
Willow felt lost in the torrent of emotions ruling her brain at the moment. She found herself thinking of Tara doing this to her instead of Spike. Imagined the blond’s breasts against her back, imagined that Spike’s chilled member was a realistic dildo. She felt guilty for not doing this with Tara but it wasn’t like Tara even noticed her arousal. Spike had. Spike was the one who noticed her. He was looking for Buffy and instead he found her. It reminded her of the night he had come to the dorms. He had come to hurt Buffy and tried to hurt her instead. This was just another example of Willow Rosenberg, always second best. Then, she remembered Buffy and Giles. They were still here and could walk in at any time. She panted heavily and her body tightened at the thought of them seeing her like this.
Spike grunted behind her and quickened the pace of his thrusts. He leaned his cheek against her hair and whispered: “Cum for me, red. All over this bloody counter.”
Willow felt her whole body shake as an orgasm rushed through her and heard another loud grunt from Giles.
“Okay, Buffy, I think we’ve done…enough damage for one day.” Giles said, his voice carrying from the back.
In a flash, Willow wriggled herself away from Spike and attempted to readjust her skirt and her hair.
Spike chuckled and leaned against the counter, running the dust rag between his fingers. His pants were still around his ankles and he seemed to be in no hurry to get them back on.
“Spike!” Willow hissed. “They’ll be out here any second.”
“Take a breath, pet. They won’t see anything I don’t want them to see.” Spike flashed her a wolfish grin.
Willow froze at the sound of footsteps. They were moving towards the door. They would be out here soon and Spike was still airing his royal treasures for all the world to see.
Her eyes pleaded with the vampire to get his clothes back on and Spike reached down for his jeans. He buttoned them and readjusted his package. “No worries, pet. I get the message.”
Buffy walked out of the training room first and her mouth dropped slightly. “Willow, what are you still doing here? And with Spike? When did he show up?”
Willow slid onto a bench at the research table and grabbed a book from the top of pile. She wished the Goddess would just create a big hole in the Earth and suck her inside.
“Just got here, Slayer. Red, here, was just telling me about Glory.” Spike cocked his head and shifted his legs, which thrust his pelvis out. He winked in Willow’s direction and Willow buried her head into the book.
“Well, Spike, Glory’s none of your business.” Buffy retorted. “I’d really appreciate it if you went back to that little hole in the ground that you call home and stay out of this.”
“Just seeing if you needed my services is all.” He winked at Willow again and gave her a knowing smile.
Willow glanced up at Buffy, who thankfully, hadn’t gotten the joke.
“Well, we don’t so now would be a good time to leave.” Buffy said, placing her hands on her hips. “Unless you want to play a game with Mr. Pointy.”
Spike’s facial features dropped. “All right, I get it. I’m gone. Just gotta thank Red for all her assistance. She’s a shining example of civil hospitality; you might want to get some pointers from her, Slayer.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and walked behind the counter to grab her bag. “I don’t care, Spike, just go.”
Spike sauntered over to the table and traced his fingers across Willow’s arm. “Thanks for the hospitality, pet. Let me know if you ever wanna have a go ‘round again.”
Willow buried her nose deeper into the book and shook her head.
“Right then, see you ‘round.” Spike headed out the front door and the little bell tingled behind him.
Buffy glanced at the door and then back at Willow. “Need someone to walk home with, Will?”
Willow looked up from the book and nodded. “That would be great, Buffy. Not finding anything here anyways.”
Willow stood from the table and walked over to the counter. As they left the building, Willow’s eyes searched the glass for any sign of her indiscretion and saw a thin stripe of moisture. She muttered a quick spell on the way out the door and instantly, the glass cleared.
No one would ever need to know except for her and Spike and at this point, that was something she was perfectly okay with.
Author: snogged
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters. I own nothing
Pairing: Spike/Willow, Willow/Tara
Summary: Set in Season 5, sometime before “Checkpoint.” Willow and Tara haven’t had sex yet.
Warnings: public sex
Word Count: 2033
Feedback: is always appreciated
A/N: This piece is dedicated to
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The Magic Box had settled in to its post-closing haze. Buffy and Giles had gone into the back room to try out some new combat techniques that Giles had researched. Anya and Xander had left to take Dawn home and then they were off to go see the movie premiere of Transformers. And that left Willow and Tara to play the roles of research girls with the stack of books that Giles had placed on the table in front of them. They still hadn't figured out what Glory was and Giles was insistent that they keep cracking the spines of books until it was figured out.
Willow propped her elbows up on the table and rested her head between her palms. She had read all of these descriptions many times before and none of them seemed to fit the frilly, Cordelia-esque Big Bad. She looked over at Tara who was absorbed in a book on witchcraft and couldn't help but smile. The blond-haired witch had been a Goddess-send. Willow finally had someone who could debate the ethical quandaries and moral ambiguities of historical literature as well as someone who could efficiently work the spell mojo. And she wasn't bad to look at either.
Tara looked up from her reading and smiled softly. "You were watching me?"
Willow grinned. "I couldn't help but notice that you're totally not researching."
Tara blushed three shades of pink and looked down at the floor.
Willow reached over and touched the girl's hand. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone, I promise. It'll be our little secret."
Tara smiled again and looked over at the clock behind the counter. "Oh Willow. I-I need to go. I'm supposed to be tutoring Lydia in Calculus. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you alone."
Willow squeezed Tara's hand. "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. Besides, I'm not alone. Buffy and Giles are training." As if on cue, they heard a low grunt from Giles. Willow could only imagine the damage Buffy was causing to the man's internal organs but Giles never seemed to mind and he was pretty spry for his age.
Tara rose from the table and gave Willow a half-hug. "I'll see you in class tomorrow then."
"Absolutely." Willow said before turning her attention back to the demon descriptions in front of her.
The little bell above the door jingled and Willow sighed heavily. Research mode was doing nothing to distract her from the sudden itch she felt between her thighs and the naughty thoughts she was having about a certain blond witch. She had expected that dating a lesbian would come with some sexy perks but so far, there'd just been a lot of
hesitant kisses and intense spell work.
She grabbed a rag from behind the desk and started dusting off the fertility goddess statue in the display cabinet. Her fingers idled over the large, molded breasts and she took extra care to remove the dust from them. The little bell rang again and Willow hurriedly
placed the statue back in its spot.
" 'Ello pet. Slayer in?"
Willow blushed crimson and started frantically dusting the counter. What if Spike had seen her? Oh goddess. He would think she was a pervert or something. Instead of answering him, Willow focused her concentration into one spot on the counter top until she felt a hand close around her forearm and a very hard, very male body press against her back.
"Red, I think it's clean."
"Oh right, right, yes. Buffy's um…she's training…with Giles in the back. Doing the same old stuff she always does. Yep, working on those kicks and punches and getting all sweaty and stuff. Faith always talked about training being sexy ‘cause of the sweat…and stuff." Willow's hand flew to her mouth and her cheeks burned crimson. "I did not just say that.
Spike grinned, his fingers still resting on the girl’s forearm. "Slayer getting all sweaty and sexy, huh? Is that's what twisting your buttons all funny or are you looking for a little sweaty action yourself?"
"What? Me…No. Thinking that would be bad and lead to the badness and the thoughts and the she's my breast friend…I mean best friend." Willow gripped the dust rag between her fingers and cursed the day she learned to babble.
Spike chuckled and brushed his lips against her ear. "I've never smelled arousal so thick, pet. I could smell it the second I walked into the building. It's intoxicating."
Willow gulped and chewed on her bottom lip. Darn vampires and their heightened sense of smell.
"I could fix that for you right quick, pet. Or I could make you beg for it. Don't matter to me."
"Buffy and Giles are training." Willow said quietly.
"So? Just means we'll have to be real real quiet, pet."
"Tara. She's my…"
Spike flicked his tongue across her ear and Willow whimpered. "She don't have to know either, love. It'll be our little secret." He moved forward slightly, completely trapping her between him and the counter.
Willow felt his hand slide down her side, brushing over the fabric that was barely protecting her skin from his contact. His fingers lifted up the hem of her skirt and Willow suddenly regretted her panty choice of the morning. Or the more proper way of putting it, her lack of panties. She had been hoping Tara would pick up on the arousal
signals though, not Spike.
Her skin tingled as the vampire's cool fingers traced the curvature of her thigh and then she felt him pause.
"Someone's been wanting, I see." Spike flicked his tongue over her ear again and Willow mewled. "Bet you were hoping some cute little blond would want to take a peek. Helps that I'm a cute little blond, don't it?"
Willow heard another loud grunt from the training room and she felt her body freeze. Why was she doing this? Why was she letting Spike do this to her? Buffy and Giles could walk out of the back at any moment and Spike had her bent over the counter with her skirt around her hips.
"Spike, we should stop. Someone could see."
"Says the girl who forgot her panties today. You wanted someone to see, pet, and it’s your lucky day ‘cause someone noticed." Spike smirked and unzipped the fly of his jeans. "Now, pet, I'm gonna take care of you right and proper. No excuses."
Willow nodded and pressed her cheek against the glass. She could hear the sound of Buffy practicing her training regimen and she could hear Giles's encouraging voice. She prayed to the Goddess that it would stay that way. That no one would come out here. That no one would see her in this state of desperation. She knew Buffy and Giles would never forgive her this. Shacking up with vamps was pretty much frowned upon in this circle. Shacking up with vamps had a bad way of leading to murder and mayhem but Spike didn’t have a soul, just a chip, so it wasn’t like she’d be unleashing hell on Earth.
Spike's grip tightened on her hips and Willow moaned as she felt him plunge into her dripping slit with one quick thrust. She shifted her hips to adjust to his size. He was definitely longer than Oz and she guesstimated that he was a little wider too but it felt like he fit within her snugly.
His thrusts were slow and deep as he pressed her harder against the glass.
Willow felt lost in the torrent of emotions ruling her brain at the moment. She found herself thinking of Tara doing this to her instead of Spike. Imagined the blond’s breasts against her back, imagined that Spike’s chilled member was a realistic dildo. She felt guilty for not doing this with Tara but it wasn’t like Tara even noticed her arousal. Spike had. Spike was the one who noticed her. He was looking for Buffy and instead he found her. It reminded her of the night he had come to the dorms. He had come to hurt Buffy and tried to hurt her instead. This was just another example of Willow Rosenberg, always second best. Then, she remembered Buffy and Giles. They were still here and could walk in at any time. She panted heavily and her body tightened at the thought of them seeing her like this.
Spike grunted behind her and quickened the pace of his thrusts. He leaned his cheek against her hair and whispered: “Cum for me, red. All over this bloody counter.”
Willow felt her whole body shake as an orgasm rushed through her and heard another loud grunt from Giles.
“Okay, Buffy, I think we’ve done…enough damage for one day.” Giles said, his voice carrying from the back.
In a flash, Willow wriggled herself away from Spike and attempted to readjust her skirt and her hair.
Spike chuckled and leaned against the counter, running the dust rag between his fingers. His pants were still around his ankles and he seemed to be in no hurry to get them back on.
“Spike!” Willow hissed. “They’ll be out here any second.”
“Take a breath, pet. They won’t see anything I don’t want them to see.” Spike flashed her a wolfish grin.
Willow froze at the sound of footsteps. They were moving towards the door. They would be out here soon and Spike was still airing his royal treasures for all the world to see.
Her eyes pleaded with the vampire to get his clothes back on and Spike reached down for his jeans. He buttoned them and readjusted his package. “No worries, pet. I get the message.”
Buffy walked out of the training room first and her mouth dropped slightly. “Willow, what are you still doing here? And with Spike? When did he show up?”
Willow slid onto a bench at the research table and grabbed a book from the top of pile. She wished the Goddess would just create a big hole in the Earth and suck her inside.
“Just got here, Slayer. Red, here, was just telling me about Glory.” Spike cocked his head and shifted his legs, which thrust his pelvis out. He winked in Willow’s direction and Willow buried her head into the book.
“Well, Spike, Glory’s none of your business.” Buffy retorted. “I’d really appreciate it if you went back to that little hole in the ground that you call home and stay out of this.”
“Just seeing if you needed my services is all.” He winked at Willow again and gave her a knowing smile.
Willow glanced up at Buffy, who thankfully, hadn’t gotten the joke.
“Well, we don’t so now would be a good time to leave.” Buffy said, placing her hands on her hips. “Unless you want to play a game with Mr. Pointy.”
Spike’s facial features dropped. “All right, I get it. I’m gone. Just gotta thank Red for all her assistance. She’s a shining example of civil hospitality; you might want to get some pointers from her, Slayer.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and walked behind the counter to grab her bag. “I don’t care, Spike, just go.”
Spike sauntered over to the table and traced his fingers across Willow’s arm. “Thanks for the hospitality, pet. Let me know if you ever wanna have a go ‘round again.”
Willow buried her nose deeper into the book and shook her head.
“Right then, see you ‘round.” Spike headed out the front door and the little bell tingled behind him.
Buffy glanced at the door and then back at Willow. “Need someone to walk home with, Will?”
Willow looked up from the book and nodded. “That would be great, Buffy. Not finding anything here anyways.”
Willow stood from the table and walked over to the counter. As they left the building, Willow’s eyes searched the glass for any sign of her indiscretion and saw a thin stripe of moisture. She muttered a quick spell on the way out the door and instantly, the glass cleared.
No one would ever need to know except for her and Spike and at this point, that was something she was perfectly okay with.
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on 2007-11-16 10:53 pm (UTC)You've got their voices perfectly (all of them!) and I think I'm going to remember Spike's royal treasures for a long time ;)
Hope you'll link it at NS, you have to share the goodness :)
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on 2007-11-16 11:38 pm (UTC)And that you liked my "royal treasures" line.
And I've put it up over at nekid_spike
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on 2007-11-16 11:13 pm (UTC)I just found you and I adore your manip skills! Talent!
Amazing stuff luv!
Take care!
Hugs!
VB
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on 2007-11-16 11:39 pm (UTC)I'm so pleased that you liked this and it's always great to have new readers.
Thank you so much!
I don't know if I can promise a sequel but I will keep it on the back burner, okay?
Nice to meet you!
Take care,
snogged
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on 2007-11-17 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-17 03:27 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it :)