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snoggedI know this isn't quite as long as the first part but I hope you will forgive me for that. Quality over quantity, right? Also, if you notice that I've failed to indicate a potential warning...please let me know.
Title: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You (2/2)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss owns them. I don’t.
Rating: Part 1 is FRT/PG-13. Part 2 is NC-17/FRAO
Chapter Warnings: het, dark, sexual intercourse, character death
Word count: 3080
Summary: (This was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whichwillow prompt challenge. Willow and Spike get possessed by the dead lovers' spirits instead of Buffy and Angel.) Willow deals with the events from the night before…
Pairing: Willow/Spike. Minor pairings: Willow/Oz, Xander/Cordelia, Angelus/Drusilla
A/N: many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat and spikeredqueen. You are my rocks of support and I couldn't do this stuff without you. I'd also like to thank dragonydreams for doing a fabulous job with the community.
Read Part 1 Here
The local beach in Sunnydale was alive with energy and enthusiasm, adrenaline still pumping through many of them at the latest victory of the high school swim team. But Willow didn’t feel like celebrating, her present thoughts were way too demanding for that.
She was thinking about lips. Lips that made her tingle in places that modest, naïve school girls shouldn’t ever think about. She wanted to punch herself in the jaw for not thinking about Oz’s lips because she should be thinking about those. They were nice, normal lips. Especially when they were pursed in concentration like they were now. He looked really sexy when he played the guitar and Dingoes Ate My Baby was definitely rocking the roof off tonight. They were lips that didn’t make her think dirty, lusty thoughts. They were lips that didn’t make her feel like she was turning into Xander. Xander had all those thoughts and she didn’t want to be like Xander. She didn’t want to make out with girls…or boys in janitor’s closets. She wanted to be thinking about nice, normal lips but she wasn’t.
She was thinking about Spike’s lips. She was thinking about the demanding way Spike had captured her mouth, how his tongue had mapped out the inside of her mouth. She was thinking about his hand on her bottom and the possessive growl she had heard after the ghosts left their bodies.
“What’s on your mind, Will?” Xander asked.
Willow blinked, trying to come up with a lie. She couldn’t tell him about her dirty thoughts. No matter how many years he had served his sentence as her best friend. She was grateful that it was dark out and that he couldn’t see her cheeks burning red. “I…I was just thinking about the fire. It’s really warm here.” She cleared her throat. “I think I might go for a walk, feel the cool, sea air and stuff.”
Xander nodded. “All right, Will. Just be careful, kay?”
“I will,” Willow promised, patting her pocket. “I made sure I was vampire proof before I left.”
Xander grinned and turned towards Cordelia, slipping his arm around her waist and promptly going back to ignoring Willow and of course, continuing his diatribe on why the swim team shouldn’t get to celebrate in the first place. Even though Willow wasn’t a huge sports fan, she was glad to be stepping away from that.
Willow headed down to the beach, taking comfort in the rushing waves of the ocean as they crashed against the sandbar. They seemed to put a silencer on the thoughts in her head too, which was a total plus. She didn’t want to be having fantasies about sadistic, blond vampires, especially not with all the problems that Angelus had caused since his return.
Her eyes drifted to the shattered reflection of the half-moon in the water before she turned around and headed back to the buzz of the crowd. If Oz was done with his set, she could have her boyfriend’s nice, normal lips to think about and every little bit helped.
***
“Worthless piece of shit!” Angelus growled, closing the gap between him and Spike’s wheelchair. An iron chain dangled menacingly from his hands. “Get on your feet. I want to break your damn legs again for lying to me.”
Spike rolled his eyes and rose to his feet. “Sod off, mate. I don’t give a bloody shit if you care if I’m walking or not.”
Angelus twirled the chain in front of him, his eyes darkening with rage. “You can’t just go frolicking off whenever your legs feel like it, Spike.”
“Bollocks. That’s a load of shit, mate, and you know it. I bet you’re really just pissed because I took away your chance to butcher the Slayer, which, by the way, you should have done a long time ago when you woke up next to the bitch.”
Angelus released his arm and the chain lashed out at Spike’s calf. Spike reached down and grabbed the metal links before they had a chance to bite into his skin and he glared daggers at his sire.
“Not so fast, mate.”
Angelus tugged at the chain but Spike held tight, not interested in losing this particular battle.
“I should have stabbed you the second Dru suggested we take you home,” Angelus muttered. “Could have put that body to better use by hanging it from the rafters and letting the rats eat your insides.”
Spike feigned a hurt expression: “Aw, Angelus. Dig deeper, will ya? I expect better from the Scourge of Europe. I’d say someone’s off their game tonight.”
“Says the moron who got possessed by a ghost and macked on that sweet, hopeless case the Slayer calls a best friend. Have you broken the news to Dru yet? I’ll make sure I have a shoulder she can lean on and a cock she can suck while her tears are drying. It’s the least I can do.” Angelus sneered. “Seeing as you’re gonna run off and build a white, picket fence for your new girl.”
Spike growled and leapt towards Angelus, tackling him to the ground and pushing his end of the chain into his sire’s neck. Angelus chuckled.
“Hit a nerve there, boy? Am I gonna have a daughter-in-law soon? I bet I can make her call me daddy as I fuck her into the wall. I promise to let you watch.”
“Asshole,” Spike hissed, gritting his teeth. “I can’t wait to turn you into a pile of dust. You’d look so much better on the bottom of my boots.”
“You don’t have the guts. Or the balls,” Angelus replied, digging his nails into Spike’s hips and pushing the blond onto the floor. “Grow a pair of those and maybe we can have a real fight.”
Spike snorted and rolled onto his feet. “I don’t need this shit. I’m out of here.” His leather duster billowed out behind him as he walked out the door, leaving Angelus to stew in his own fury. He wasn’t going to admit this to Angelus but his goal for the night was to finish what he had started with the pretty redhead that happened to have some of the worst taste in clothes.
***
Willow tapped her fingers against the desk as she watched the minute hand tick along the circle of the analog clock. Her students were all busy working on their projects, or at least they appeared to be. After a few minutes of watching her students, she had a sneaking suspicion that Gage wasn’t working on the project but instead screwing around on the internet or playing computer card games. Students on the swim team liked to think that the academic rules didn’t apply to them.
She rose from the desk and walked down the aisle, pausing to look at Jonathan’s project. She had to admit she was impressed with the kid’s computer prowess but no one else looked at him that way. He was higher on the geek totem pole than she was.
Gage was, as she suspected, playing a game of Solitaire with naked women on the cards. A boy engaging in lusty thoughts was not something she wanted to deal with, especially when she was dealing with her own.
“Working hard, Gage?”
Gage pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in annoyance. “It’s no big deal, Rosenberg. Gotta prepare my mind for the big meet tomorrow.”
“How ‘bout you do that by working on your project?” Willow said, glaring at him. “If you don’t get your grades up, there will be no swim meet tomorrow.”
“You threatening me?” Gage arched an eyebrow and stretched his arms above his head. “I’ll get you reported for that.”
“How about you report to Principal Snyder’s office?” Willow responded, placing her hands on her hips.
Gage snorted and grabbed his book bag. He knew Principal Snyder wouldn’t have an issue with his extra-curricular activities in class. The whole faculty had their eyes glazed over with the thought of bringing home a champion trophy. Snyder would make this bitch see reason. “Fine.”
He got up and left the classroom in a huff. Willow sighed and headed down the next aisle to check on the other students’ progress. If Gage would put an ounce of effort into the class, she was certain he could at least pull a C but there was nothing in the world that would make him do that.
The bell sounded and Willow gathered her things. She had French class to worry about now. At least she had a better grip on the words then Buffy did. Buffy loved to whine about the uselessness of assigning words genders and Willow had to admit that the rants were probably the most appealing thing about that class.
Principal Snyder, however, seemed to have other plans as he intercepted her on her trip down the hallway. It seemed that French class was going to have to wait.
“Ms. Rosenberg. We need to talk. You’re too hard on Mr. Petronzi. Lighten up a little. That boy is an asset to this school. Let’s not get him kicked off the swim team.”
“But he’s not passing my course. He doesn’t do the work.”
“I’m sure you can find a grade more suitable than an F. Perhaps, a D- would be more appropriate.”
Willow was shocked. Sure, Principal Snyder looked like a rat, but he was so keen on school discipline that she couldn’t believe he was letting such a large opportunity go by. She had expected him to be hanging Gage’s toes from the rafters, not encouraging his bad behavior. “You want me to change his grade? That’s unethical and unfair.”
Snyder narrowed his beady eyes and turned on his heel. “I’m sure you can find a way, Ms. Rosenberg. Sunnydale is counting on you.”
“Right,” Willow muttered. Having naughty thoughts about vampires seemed like nothing in comparison to the crime Snyder was expecting her to commit. It wasn’t the end of the day yet and she imagined that things couldn’t get any worse than they were now.
***
Of course her hypothesis of how bad things could get was completely eviscerated when Buffy reported that Dodd’s mangled body had washed up on the beach last night.
Perhaps it was time to go back to thinking about Spike. At least those thoughts didn’t lead to gruesome death though she was sure if they happened again, he would rip her throat out when he was done with her. That was a pretty vampiric thing to do.
“Hey, Will,” Buffy’s voice broke through her mental barriers and she shook her head as if trying to shake the thoughts free from her mind. “What’s got you thinking lusty thoughts?”
Willow gulped. Was it that obvious that her brain wasn’t on the topic of conversation?
Buffy grinned at her friend’s sudden predicament; silently cheering that she had been able hit the nail on the head. “Do I need to tell Oz you’ve got a thing for bloody body parts ‘cause first, ew. And second, that’s a fast track way to lose a boyfriend.”
“Body parts are definitely not a turn-on,” Willow replied quickly. She had no idea why Buffy had chose to mash the topics of lust and gore but maybe it was a weird Slayer habit or something. “I mean, not the mangled, bloody ones anyways. Some body parts are nice. Especially when they’re attached.” Like lips. Lips were a good body part especially when they made you feel all melty inside as they crushed against yours. Oh god, why’d she have to go and start thinking about lips again?
Buffy smiled, amused by Willow’s freefall into babble country. And it was good that Willow was thinking lusty thoughts about Oz. Being a human, Buffy was positive that Oz’s soul was another firmly attached body part and the way he made Willow smile was a big, gold star in her book.
Willow grabbed a book off the pile on the table and flipped through the pages, hoping to find something that might lead to the cause of murder. When she didn’t find anything, she slammed the book shut and got up from her chair. “I’m gonna check the stacks to see if Giles missed anything.”
“Sounds good, Will. Give those books hell for not giving you the right info,” Xander said, flashing her a grin.
Willow smiled back and headed up the stairs to the darkened stacks. She walked towards the last row and felt a cold hand slide over her mouth.
“It’s not nice to keep a bloke waiting, Red. I’ve been waiting up here for the last hour and a half.”
Willow’s eyes widened. Spike was here. In the stacks with her and completely out of the eyesight of her friends. She instinctively bit down on his hand but Spike didn’t pull away.
“Tsk. Tsk. I’m the one who bites around here,” Spike hissed, pressing his pelvis against the curve of her lower back.
Willow whimpered and Spike twirled her around, pressing her against the row of books and releasing her mouth.
“I’ll scream,” Willow threatened.
"No you won't. You want this as bad as I do. Can smell it on ya. Betting you've been thinking about me all day and night. Or at least, one part of you has." He grinned smugly and captured her mouth in a demanding kiss.
Willow surprised herself by succumbing quickly to his ravenous desires, those pesky lust-filled thoughts taking the reins and ignoring her desire to pull away. She was with Oz. She knew what she was doing was wrong on so many levels but her body didn't feel that way. But those thoughts were soon destroyed as he deepened the kiss and made her gasp for air.
Spike's fingers drifted to the hem of the girl's skirt and he inched the fabric slowly up her thighs, letting it bunch around her waist. The tip of his sharp, lacquered nail digging into the sensitive flesh of her hip.
"Stop," Willow whispered, the small pinch breaking her out of her blissful reverie.
Spike narrowed his eyes and sneered. His fingers slid past the elastic band of her panties and he ripped them off her pale form. Willow flinched as the fabric tore. "You're lucky I let you keep that scrap of ugly fabric intact."
He unzipped his leather pants and carefully slid out his engorged cock. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few, hard tugs. Willow watched in morbid fascination. She had never seen anything like it before. The last time she had seen a penis, she had been six and Xander had tried to convincing her that playing "doctor" didn't involve medical literature.
"Those spirits had something in mind when they brought us together, Red. And I've got the notion to find out just what that something is. Before I rip your throat out, anyways."
Willow bit down on her bottom lip and braced herself against the books, silently consenting to Spike's decision to assault her. Spike's lips brushed against the pulse in her neck and he pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb. Willow bit down into her lip, knowing that if she released the scream, someone would come and interrupt them. Spike's tongue ran across the span of her throat and he withdrew his finger, lining his dick up with her dripping pussy. He thrust into her, easily piercing her hymen. Willow gasped and rocked her hips to meet his thrusts.
One of Spike's hands crossed over her sweater-covered breast, finding her nipple and manipulating it to hardness through the fabric. Willow arched her back to meet his thrusts and demands. Her mind was convinced that neither Oz nor Xander could make her feel like this. Spike had woken something primal inside of her that she didn't want to let go. Willow felt the other caress the curvature of her ass in the same way it did the night they kissed in the high school and she moaned in delight.
"Spike." She spoke his name with a reverence he had never gotten from Dru. It was as simple as a breath but as powerful as a tsunami. He didn't want to admit that this girl had as much of a hold on him as Dru used too, if not more.
He paced his thrusts, not eager to race to the finish line. He wanted to see her face break into exquisite pleasure, wanted to hear her scream his name the same way she spoke it, wanted to make her just like him.
Willow's thigh muscles flexed with effort as she starting bucking against him like a bitch in heat. Spike could tell by her breathing and heartbeat that she was nearing her climax and he suspected that she'd be begging for more of those once they were finished. There was no way he could deny her that wish either. The blood coursing through her veins smelled intoxicating laced with her passion, even better than when it was spiced with her fear. It would be so easy to make her just like him. If she was his, he'd be guaranteed complete and utter devotion. Angelus wouldn't stand a chance. His fangs dropped and grazed against the pulse point before sinking into the flesh.
Willow's pussy clenched his cock in a vice-like grip as her orgasm tore through her, seemingly unaware that her life force was draining. "Spike," she moaned, tilting her neck to give him better access.
Spike released her neck and sliced open the skin of his wrist, guiding her head towards the wound. Willow sucked at the blood eagerly, looking up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
Those eyes were meant only for him and he knew it. For the rest of eternity, those eyes would be locked on him only and as her sire, he would afford his beautiful girl the same pleasure.
'Course the rest of Sunnydale wasn't going to be so lucky.
Her friends, her family would all feel her wrath. They’d see the glitter of malice in her amber eyes as she ripped to pieces and she would bathe in their blood. He would take particular satisfaction in watching her rip the Slayer’s heart out as the blonde begged on her knees for her life. That was the shit his dreams were made of and Willow was going to make them all come true.
Title: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You (2/2)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss owns them. I don’t.
Rating: Part 1 is FRT/PG-13. Part 2 is NC-17/FRAO
Chapter Warnings: het, dark, sexual intercourse, character death
Word count: 3080
Summary: (This was written for the
whichwillow prompt challenge. Willow and Spike get possessed by the dead lovers' spirits instead of Buffy and Angel.) Willow deals with the events from the night before…Pairing: Willow/Spike. Minor pairings: Willow/Oz, Xander/Cordelia, Angelus/Drusilla
A/N: many thanks to
kallie_kat and spikeredqueen. You are my rocks of support and I couldn't do this stuff without you. I'd also like to thank dragonydreams for doing a fabulous job with the community.Read Part 1 Here
The local beach in Sunnydale was alive with energy and enthusiasm, adrenaline still pumping through many of them at the latest victory of the high school swim team. But Willow didn’t feel like celebrating, her present thoughts were way too demanding for that.
She was thinking about lips. Lips that made her tingle in places that modest, naïve school girls shouldn’t ever think about. She wanted to punch herself in the jaw for not thinking about Oz’s lips because she should be thinking about those. They were nice, normal lips. Especially when they were pursed in concentration like they were now. He looked really sexy when he played the guitar and Dingoes Ate My Baby was definitely rocking the roof off tonight. They were lips that didn’t make her think dirty, lusty thoughts. They were lips that didn’t make her feel like she was turning into Xander. Xander had all those thoughts and she didn’t want to be like Xander. She didn’t want to make out with girls…or boys in janitor’s closets. She wanted to be thinking about nice, normal lips but she wasn’t.
She was thinking about Spike’s lips. She was thinking about the demanding way Spike had captured her mouth, how his tongue had mapped out the inside of her mouth. She was thinking about his hand on her bottom and the possessive growl she had heard after the ghosts left their bodies.
“What’s on your mind, Will?” Xander asked.
Willow blinked, trying to come up with a lie. She couldn’t tell him about her dirty thoughts. No matter how many years he had served his sentence as her best friend. She was grateful that it was dark out and that he couldn’t see her cheeks burning red. “I…I was just thinking about the fire. It’s really warm here.” She cleared her throat. “I think I might go for a walk, feel the cool, sea air and stuff.”
Xander nodded. “All right, Will. Just be careful, kay?”
“I will,” Willow promised, patting her pocket. “I made sure I was vampire proof before I left.”
Xander grinned and turned towards Cordelia, slipping his arm around her waist and promptly going back to ignoring Willow and of course, continuing his diatribe on why the swim team shouldn’t get to celebrate in the first place. Even though Willow wasn’t a huge sports fan, she was glad to be stepping away from that.
Willow headed down to the beach, taking comfort in the rushing waves of the ocean as they crashed against the sandbar. They seemed to put a silencer on the thoughts in her head too, which was a total plus. She didn’t want to be having fantasies about sadistic, blond vampires, especially not with all the problems that Angelus had caused since his return.
Her eyes drifted to the shattered reflection of the half-moon in the water before she turned around and headed back to the buzz of the crowd. If Oz was done with his set, she could have her boyfriend’s nice, normal lips to think about and every little bit helped.
***
“Worthless piece of shit!” Angelus growled, closing the gap between him and Spike’s wheelchair. An iron chain dangled menacingly from his hands. “Get on your feet. I want to break your damn legs again for lying to me.”
Spike rolled his eyes and rose to his feet. “Sod off, mate. I don’t give a bloody shit if you care if I’m walking or not.”
Angelus twirled the chain in front of him, his eyes darkening with rage. “You can’t just go frolicking off whenever your legs feel like it, Spike.”
“Bollocks. That’s a load of shit, mate, and you know it. I bet you’re really just pissed because I took away your chance to butcher the Slayer, which, by the way, you should have done a long time ago when you woke up next to the bitch.”
Angelus released his arm and the chain lashed out at Spike’s calf. Spike reached down and grabbed the metal links before they had a chance to bite into his skin and he glared daggers at his sire.
“Not so fast, mate.”
Angelus tugged at the chain but Spike held tight, not interested in losing this particular battle.
“I should have stabbed you the second Dru suggested we take you home,” Angelus muttered. “Could have put that body to better use by hanging it from the rafters and letting the rats eat your insides.”
Spike feigned a hurt expression: “Aw, Angelus. Dig deeper, will ya? I expect better from the Scourge of Europe. I’d say someone’s off their game tonight.”
“Says the moron who got possessed by a ghost and macked on that sweet, hopeless case the Slayer calls a best friend. Have you broken the news to Dru yet? I’ll make sure I have a shoulder she can lean on and a cock she can suck while her tears are drying. It’s the least I can do.” Angelus sneered. “Seeing as you’re gonna run off and build a white, picket fence for your new girl.”
Spike growled and leapt towards Angelus, tackling him to the ground and pushing his end of the chain into his sire’s neck. Angelus chuckled.
“Hit a nerve there, boy? Am I gonna have a daughter-in-law soon? I bet I can make her call me daddy as I fuck her into the wall. I promise to let you watch.”
“Asshole,” Spike hissed, gritting his teeth. “I can’t wait to turn you into a pile of dust. You’d look so much better on the bottom of my boots.”
“You don’t have the guts. Or the balls,” Angelus replied, digging his nails into Spike’s hips and pushing the blond onto the floor. “Grow a pair of those and maybe we can have a real fight.”
Spike snorted and rolled onto his feet. “I don’t need this shit. I’m out of here.” His leather duster billowed out behind him as he walked out the door, leaving Angelus to stew in his own fury. He wasn’t going to admit this to Angelus but his goal for the night was to finish what he had started with the pretty redhead that happened to have some of the worst taste in clothes.
***
Willow tapped her fingers against the desk as she watched the minute hand tick along the circle of the analog clock. Her students were all busy working on their projects, or at least they appeared to be. After a few minutes of watching her students, she had a sneaking suspicion that Gage wasn’t working on the project but instead screwing around on the internet or playing computer card games. Students on the swim team liked to think that the academic rules didn’t apply to them.
She rose from the desk and walked down the aisle, pausing to look at Jonathan’s project. She had to admit she was impressed with the kid’s computer prowess but no one else looked at him that way. He was higher on the geek totem pole than she was.
Gage was, as she suspected, playing a game of Solitaire with naked women on the cards. A boy engaging in lusty thoughts was not something she wanted to deal with, especially when she was dealing with her own.
“Working hard, Gage?”
Gage pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in annoyance. “It’s no big deal, Rosenberg. Gotta prepare my mind for the big meet tomorrow.”
“How ‘bout you do that by working on your project?” Willow said, glaring at him. “If you don’t get your grades up, there will be no swim meet tomorrow.”
“You threatening me?” Gage arched an eyebrow and stretched his arms above his head. “I’ll get you reported for that.”
“How about you report to Principal Snyder’s office?” Willow responded, placing her hands on her hips.
Gage snorted and grabbed his book bag. He knew Principal Snyder wouldn’t have an issue with his extra-curricular activities in class. The whole faculty had their eyes glazed over with the thought of bringing home a champion trophy. Snyder would make this bitch see reason. “Fine.”
He got up and left the classroom in a huff. Willow sighed and headed down the next aisle to check on the other students’ progress. If Gage would put an ounce of effort into the class, she was certain he could at least pull a C but there was nothing in the world that would make him do that.
The bell sounded and Willow gathered her things. She had French class to worry about now. At least she had a better grip on the words then Buffy did. Buffy loved to whine about the uselessness of assigning words genders and Willow had to admit that the rants were probably the most appealing thing about that class.
Principal Snyder, however, seemed to have other plans as he intercepted her on her trip down the hallway. It seemed that French class was going to have to wait.
“Ms. Rosenberg. We need to talk. You’re too hard on Mr. Petronzi. Lighten up a little. That boy is an asset to this school. Let’s not get him kicked off the swim team.”
“But he’s not passing my course. He doesn’t do the work.”
“I’m sure you can find a grade more suitable than an F. Perhaps, a D- would be more appropriate.”
Willow was shocked. Sure, Principal Snyder looked like a rat, but he was so keen on school discipline that she couldn’t believe he was letting such a large opportunity go by. She had expected him to be hanging Gage’s toes from the rafters, not encouraging his bad behavior. “You want me to change his grade? That’s unethical and unfair.”
Snyder narrowed his beady eyes and turned on his heel. “I’m sure you can find a way, Ms. Rosenberg. Sunnydale is counting on you.”
“Right,” Willow muttered. Having naughty thoughts about vampires seemed like nothing in comparison to the crime Snyder was expecting her to commit. It wasn’t the end of the day yet and she imagined that things couldn’t get any worse than they were now.
***
Of course her hypothesis of how bad things could get was completely eviscerated when Buffy reported that Dodd’s mangled body had washed up on the beach last night.
Perhaps it was time to go back to thinking about Spike. At least those thoughts didn’t lead to gruesome death though she was sure if they happened again, he would rip her throat out when he was done with her. That was a pretty vampiric thing to do.
“Hey, Will,” Buffy’s voice broke through her mental barriers and she shook her head as if trying to shake the thoughts free from her mind. “What’s got you thinking lusty thoughts?”
Willow gulped. Was it that obvious that her brain wasn’t on the topic of conversation?
Buffy grinned at her friend’s sudden predicament; silently cheering that she had been able hit the nail on the head. “Do I need to tell Oz you’ve got a thing for bloody body parts ‘cause first, ew. And second, that’s a fast track way to lose a boyfriend.”
“Body parts are definitely not a turn-on,” Willow replied quickly. She had no idea why Buffy had chose to mash the topics of lust and gore but maybe it was a weird Slayer habit or something. “I mean, not the mangled, bloody ones anyways. Some body parts are nice. Especially when they’re attached.” Like lips. Lips were a good body part especially when they made you feel all melty inside as they crushed against yours. Oh god, why’d she have to go and start thinking about lips again?
Buffy smiled, amused by Willow’s freefall into babble country. And it was good that Willow was thinking lusty thoughts about Oz. Being a human, Buffy was positive that Oz’s soul was another firmly attached body part and the way he made Willow smile was a big, gold star in her book.
Willow grabbed a book off the pile on the table and flipped through the pages, hoping to find something that might lead to the cause of murder. When she didn’t find anything, she slammed the book shut and got up from her chair. “I’m gonna check the stacks to see if Giles missed anything.”
“Sounds good, Will. Give those books hell for not giving you the right info,” Xander said, flashing her a grin.
Willow smiled back and headed up the stairs to the darkened stacks. She walked towards the last row and felt a cold hand slide over her mouth.
“It’s not nice to keep a bloke waiting, Red. I’ve been waiting up here for the last hour and a half.”
Willow’s eyes widened. Spike was here. In the stacks with her and completely out of the eyesight of her friends. She instinctively bit down on his hand but Spike didn’t pull away.
“Tsk. Tsk. I’m the one who bites around here,” Spike hissed, pressing his pelvis against the curve of her lower back.
Willow whimpered and Spike twirled her around, pressing her against the row of books and releasing her mouth.
“I’ll scream,” Willow threatened.
"No you won't. You want this as bad as I do. Can smell it on ya. Betting you've been thinking about me all day and night. Or at least, one part of you has." He grinned smugly and captured her mouth in a demanding kiss.
Willow surprised herself by succumbing quickly to his ravenous desires, those pesky lust-filled thoughts taking the reins and ignoring her desire to pull away. She was with Oz. She knew what she was doing was wrong on so many levels but her body didn't feel that way. But those thoughts were soon destroyed as he deepened the kiss and made her gasp for air.
Spike's fingers drifted to the hem of the girl's skirt and he inched the fabric slowly up her thighs, letting it bunch around her waist. The tip of his sharp, lacquered nail digging into the sensitive flesh of her hip.
"Stop," Willow whispered, the small pinch breaking her out of her blissful reverie.
Spike narrowed his eyes and sneered. His fingers slid past the elastic band of her panties and he ripped them off her pale form. Willow flinched as the fabric tore. "You're lucky I let you keep that scrap of ugly fabric intact."
He unzipped his leather pants and carefully slid out his engorged cock. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few, hard tugs. Willow watched in morbid fascination. She had never seen anything like it before. The last time she had seen a penis, she had been six and Xander had tried to convincing her that playing "doctor" didn't involve medical literature.
"Those spirits had something in mind when they brought us together, Red. And I've got the notion to find out just what that something is. Before I rip your throat out, anyways."
Willow bit down on her bottom lip and braced herself against the books, silently consenting to Spike's decision to assault her. Spike's lips brushed against the pulse in her neck and he pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb. Willow bit down into her lip, knowing that if she released the scream, someone would come and interrupt them. Spike's tongue ran across the span of her throat and he withdrew his finger, lining his dick up with her dripping pussy. He thrust into her, easily piercing her hymen. Willow gasped and rocked her hips to meet his thrusts.
One of Spike's hands crossed over her sweater-covered breast, finding her nipple and manipulating it to hardness through the fabric. Willow arched her back to meet his thrusts and demands. Her mind was convinced that neither Oz nor Xander could make her feel like this. Spike had woken something primal inside of her that she didn't want to let go. Willow felt the other caress the curvature of her ass in the same way it did the night they kissed in the high school and she moaned in delight.
"Spike." She spoke his name with a reverence he had never gotten from Dru. It was as simple as a breath but as powerful as a tsunami. He didn't want to admit that this girl had as much of a hold on him as Dru used too, if not more.
He paced his thrusts, not eager to race to the finish line. He wanted to see her face break into exquisite pleasure, wanted to hear her scream his name the same way she spoke it, wanted to make her just like him.
Willow's thigh muscles flexed with effort as she starting bucking against him like a bitch in heat. Spike could tell by her breathing and heartbeat that she was nearing her climax and he suspected that she'd be begging for more of those once they were finished. There was no way he could deny her that wish either. The blood coursing through her veins smelled intoxicating laced with her passion, even better than when it was spiced with her fear. It would be so easy to make her just like him. If she was his, he'd be guaranteed complete and utter devotion. Angelus wouldn't stand a chance. His fangs dropped and grazed against the pulse point before sinking into the flesh.
Willow's pussy clenched his cock in a vice-like grip as her orgasm tore through her, seemingly unaware that her life force was draining. "Spike," she moaned, tilting her neck to give him better access.
Spike released her neck and sliced open the skin of his wrist, guiding her head towards the wound. Willow sucked at the blood eagerly, looking up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
Those eyes were meant only for him and he knew it. For the rest of eternity, those eyes would be locked on him only and as her sire, he would afford his beautiful girl the same pleasure.
'Course the rest of Sunnydale wasn't going to be so lucky.
Her friends, her family would all feel her wrath. They’d see the glitter of malice in her amber eyes as she ripped to pieces and she would bathe in their blood. He would take particular satisfaction in watching her rip the Slayer’s heart out as the blonde begged on her knees for her life. That was the shit his dreams were made of and Willow was going to make them all come true.
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on 2008-11-25 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-11-25 02:03 am (UTC)I may be a little mean but if it helps, I've already added this to the possible sequels list.