Holiday Drabble #24: Can't Hide From Me (Spike/Willow) - for <lj site="livejournal.com" user="c_wood

[snogged]

Title: Can’t Hide From Me

Author: snogged

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. I don’t. Please don’t sue.

Pairing: Spike/Willow

Word Count: 362

Rating: FRM/R; themes of BDSM, masturbation, implied sex. Kinda AU.

Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors

A/N: written for c_woodhaven who wanted a Spike/Willow or Spike/Xander drabble.


Ever since Spike had walked into her life, things hadn’t been the same for Willow.

She woke every morning craving his touch, his tongue, his teeth, his whip. The lingering ache between her thighs was the best reminder, of course, and she couldn’t help but stroke her fingers across the tender, velvety flesh of her folds. He had slowly transformed her into a wanton sex fiend through his subtle experiments each night they saw each other.

She had expected that tonight would play out in a similar fashion to all the rest. That an outfit would appear in a gorgeously wrapped box hours before his arrival, and when he came for her she would be ready and waiting. They would go back to his home where she would be beaten, fucked, and flung into a pit of insatiable bliss. She would be humiliated but rejuvenated, feeling validation in her submission to him. And when her eyes opened the next morning, she would be in her bed, ready to do it all again.

But today, there was no box. No indication that he would be on his way. It ripped at her self-esteem and made her feel useless. It wasn’t like him to ignore her this way. It was like he was punishing her for a crime she was unaware of committing.

But hours later, the doorbell rang and Spike was standing there with a rose clenched in his fist. He looked charming and debonair, like Clark Gable, but with peroxide blond hair.

“Hello, pet.”

“Spike, I…I’m sorry. I never received anything…I didn’t know you were…”

His finger pressed itself against her lips and he stepped forward, crossing the threshold of her home.

“Tonight, you are you, Willow. No games, no chains, no frilly outfits. Tonight, there will be no hiding from me, understood?”

Willow nodded and Spike grinned, capturing her mouth in a possessive kiss. With a swift movement, he closed the front door with his foot and his fingers gripped the fabric of her top.

This was a night Willow wouldn’t soon forget. Tonight, she was going to find her roots in the Earth and it was going to love her back.

Comments

[lzod.livejournal.com]

very sweet honey!

[snogged.livejournal.com]

thanks hun!