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Title: Self-Destruct Button (10/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 1843
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Setting: Buffy – Post “Chosen”/Angel – set shortly after “Damage.”
Summary: Willow gets a party invitation from a certain warlock in Los Angeles.
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angelskuuipo and guest star: velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: Written forrua1412 who inspired me with her gorgeous artwork.
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The morning sun’s rays slowly moved over the pavement, edging ever closer to their location- a side street that was thankfully tucked between two rather tall buildings. Tiny tendrils of smoke were already drifting off of Spike’s exposed fingers and the acrid smell assaulted her nostrils. Instinctively, Willow reached out to cover his hands with her own as if her body was capable of protecting him in the same way that gross wool blanket of his always seemed to.
“Come on, Spike. Wake up,” she murmured, willing the vampire’s eyes to open.
A painful groan escaped Spike’s lips and his body twitched against hers, but his eyes – his blue eyes that she found herself missing terribly - remained shut.
Willow’s breath hitched as she contemplated what she could possibly do next. A cloaking spell would have been a convenient choice, but two teleportation spells in the span of a few hours had completely drained her magical reserves. That left using her own physical strength to drag Spike into whatever building was closest and unlocked.
Taking a deep breath, she rolled off of Spike and crawled over behind his head, situating herself in a crouching position. In an effort to protect his face from the sunlight, she lifted the torn hem of her dress and did her best to tuck the fabric around his head. Then, she hooked her arms underneath his armpits and grunted as she hoisted Spike upwards.
His slick blond hair brushed over her knees and Willow inhaled sharply as a tingle shot through her. Spike was seconds away from starting on fire and yet, her brain didn’t seem to mind briefly entertaining the thought of what Spike would do if he woke up right now and found himself trapped between her thighs.
What on Earth was this crush doing to her?
Willow stopped herself and shook her head, reminding herself of the facts. Spike was unconscious. He had just had his ass handed to him by a warlock because he had sacrificed himself to save her. No matter how much Spike might approve of her feeling lusty towards him, she needed to get him inside.
It was the right thing to do.
With one last heave, Willow managed to pull Spike onto the sidewalk and under the shelter of a red and white-checkered canopy attached to one of the buildings. Carefully, she let go of one of his arms and started testing doorknobs.
She knew luck was on her side when the second door swung open, revealing what was once a mattress warehouse. The few mattresses still there were propped up against a concrete wall and Willow could see the huge tears in the plastic covering that had prevented them from getting shipped. On the other side of the room was a small window that was smudged with so much dirt and grime that there was no need to worry about the sun shining through.
Gritting her teeth, Willow grunted once more as she threaded her free arm back under Spike’s armpit and tugged him over the threshold. The door slammed shut behind them and Willow flinched, glancing behind her to make sure no one and no thing had snuck in behind them.
When the coast proved clear, she released her grip on Spike and headed over to the wall of mattresses. She grabbed the top corner of the first one and did her best to lower it gently to the ground in an effort to avoid a giant dust cloud. Then, she headed back over to Spike and once more summoned the strength to drag him twenty more feet.
Once he was on top on the mattress, Willow sat down beside him and rested her hand on top of his. As stupid as it was, she wished she could see the rise and fall of his chest, wished she could feel him breathing, wished there was some sort of way to tell if he was still alive – or undead, rather – instead of just waiting for him to wake up on his own time. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long before Spike stirred, his fingers curling around hers. Then his head rolled from left to right and his eyes finally popped open.
“You’re okay,” Willow murmured, not annoyed with him in the slightest for waiting until now to wake up.
“’Course I am, pet. Taken far worse hits to the stomach than that,” Spike replied, wincing as he tried to sit up. The caretaker in her wouldn’t let him, though, as her free hand gently pushed down on his shoulder.
“Stay still,” Willow instructed. “Now that you’re awake I want to check out your injuries.”
“Got a secret fetish for boys who are black and blue, Red?” Spike smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “If I had known that’s what would get you out of the Pink Mafia, I might’ve done this a lot sooner.”
Willow pursed her lips, trying to make herself appear businesslike instead of flustered as she reached for the buttons on his suit coat. “This isn’t funny, Spike. You’re hurt.”
“Not laughing, pet.” Spike replied softly as his coat fell open and her fingers reached for the button at his collar.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Willow methodically separated the fabric from the buttons, exposing Spike’s broad, muscled chest. With hesitant, tentative fingers, she traced the outline of a fading purple bruise. Spike kept his gaze trained on her finger, watching it skate and swirl its way towards the direct spot Cyvus hit, the spot right above the cavern where his heart once beat.
“Willow--”
“Am I hurting you?” Willow asked, retracting her finger and curling it into a ball.
“Not in the slightest,” Spike replied, his eyelids fluttering. “But if you don’t stop now….”
Willow gulped, her stomach doing back flips as she contemplated her next move. “I really should check you out further. Make sure everything’s in tip-top shape.”
Spike pursed his lips and ran his hand down the length of her arm. “You’ll get a much better view if you’re on top, love.”
Willow couldn’t escape the implication of his words and she hesitantly repositioned herself, placing her legs on either side of him. The plastic covering on the mattress creaked a little under her knees, but it was a sound that could easily be ignored. What with the loud pounding of her heart and all.
With a tentative touch, she reached forward to touch his cheek, running her fingers over a cut he’d sustained during the street battle. Breath hitching in her throat, she lowered her head, brushing her lips against his in an almost-but-not-quite kiss. She didn’t need to hear the warning that would end that sentence. She just needed to…hell, she wasn’t sure what she really needed. But she knew this was what she wanted.
“Shit…” Spike hissed, catching her by the arm and pushing her upwards.
Willow’s eyes widened, flooded with confusion. Had she read something wrong? Had she accidentally swallowed the words that would inevitably reject the idea of their coupling? “Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt somewhere I can’t see?”
But he didn’t have to explain what happened. She saw it as soon as her eyes fell to the hollow of his throat. The amulet- the one that had ceased to protect them – had left a burned imprint on Spike’s skin as if it were a cross.
With a frustrated cry, Willow grasped hold of the charm and yanked at the necklace, tearing it from her throat. The clasp stung her skin as the necklace came apart, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be rid of the damn thing. “Useless! This stupid thing is the most useless, most stupid, most….”
Without another word, she flung it at the wall and her face fell when it didn’t even shatter.
“What the hell did Eve give me?”
“Don’t know, pet. Was sure Fred’s tests worked like a charm. She’s never had a problem like this before. But we’re gonna figure it out, I promise” Spike replied, settling his hands on her hips.
Willow pushed out her bottom lip. “It’s not fair. It’s not fair that we were set up, not fair that we walked into a trap, not fair that you got hurt, and not fair that I’m falling for you when I’m supposed to be in love with girls now.”
“No crime in loving boys and girls equally, pet. Already told you that’s what I like about you.”
A playful grin tugged at Spike’s mouth and he tugged her down so that she was lying on top of him. It was an intimate imitation of before when she’d acted as his protection against the threatening sunbeams.
This time, however, there was more to it. There was heat coursing through her bloodstream and down to her core. There was an inescapable tingle that started right at the tips of her toes and was quickly working its way up her spine.
There was the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his trousers, pressing against the fabric of her once-perfect Cinderella gown.
There were his lips finding hers again, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.
She could feel the ghosts of her previous lovers - Kennedy, Tara, and Oz - in his caresses, in the way his lips found her neck and worried that special spot on her throat that made her moan and buck her hips. But at the same time, he made the experience his own, made it one that she would never forget.
Distracted, she barely realized that his pants had come undone and he was tugging the hem of her skirt over her hips until she felt her panties get pushed to the side to allow a single finger to dip into her moist channel.
“Spike--”
But Spike didn’t respond to her breathily moaning his name. Instead, he just smiled knowingly, removed his finger, let her body settle down on top of him, let her body connect with his.
Spike didn’t stop to let her process the fact that she was on top of him, that she was riding in him. Instead, he thrust his hips upwards, taking the lead from her, despite their current position. After several blissful moments of this, Spike shifted their bodies, rolling her onto her back.
Willow moaned as he rocked his hips in just the right way, leading her to the razor-sharp edge of pleasure and oblivion. A blissful shudder ripped through her body as she fell over that edge, boneless and helpless, dragging Spike with her by capturing his lips with a kiss.
Afterward, Willow curled her body against Spike’s and he didn’t push her away. She rested her head against his shoulder, counting each inhale, counting each exhale. Despite all the words swishing around in her brain, she didn’t say a single one, preferring to give into the exhaustion and recognizing that a new plan could happen later.
Like tomorrow.
Tomorrow sounded good.
Chapter 11
Title: Self-Destruct Button (10/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 1843
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Setting: Buffy – Post “Chosen”/Angel – set shortly after “Damage.”
Summary: Willow gets a party invitation from a certain warlock in Los Angeles.
Beta(s):
angelskuuipo and guest star: velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written for
rua1412 who inspired me with her gorgeous artwork.Banner by
rua1412The morning sun’s rays slowly moved over the pavement, edging ever closer to their location- a side street that was thankfully tucked between two rather tall buildings. Tiny tendrils of smoke were already drifting off of Spike’s exposed fingers and the acrid smell assaulted her nostrils. Instinctively, Willow reached out to cover his hands with her own as if her body was capable of protecting him in the same way that gross wool blanket of his always seemed to.
“Come on, Spike. Wake up,” she murmured, willing the vampire’s eyes to open.
A painful groan escaped Spike’s lips and his body twitched against hers, but his eyes – his blue eyes that she found herself missing terribly - remained shut.
Willow’s breath hitched as she contemplated what she could possibly do next. A cloaking spell would have been a convenient choice, but two teleportation spells in the span of a few hours had completely drained her magical reserves. That left using her own physical strength to drag Spike into whatever building was closest and unlocked.
Taking a deep breath, she rolled off of Spike and crawled over behind his head, situating herself in a crouching position. In an effort to protect his face from the sunlight, she lifted the torn hem of her dress and did her best to tuck the fabric around his head. Then, she hooked her arms underneath his armpits and grunted as she hoisted Spike upwards.
His slick blond hair brushed over her knees and Willow inhaled sharply as a tingle shot through her. Spike was seconds away from starting on fire and yet, her brain didn’t seem to mind briefly entertaining the thought of what Spike would do if he woke up right now and found himself trapped between her thighs.
What on Earth was this crush doing to her?
Willow stopped herself and shook her head, reminding herself of the facts. Spike was unconscious. He had just had his ass handed to him by a warlock because he had sacrificed himself to save her. No matter how much Spike might approve of her feeling lusty towards him, she needed to get him inside.
It was the right thing to do.
With one last heave, Willow managed to pull Spike onto the sidewalk and under the shelter of a red and white-checkered canopy attached to one of the buildings. Carefully, she let go of one of his arms and started testing doorknobs.
She knew luck was on her side when the second door swung open, revealing what was once a mattress warehouse. The few mattresses still there were propped up against a concrete wall and Willow could see the huge tears in the plastic covering that had prevented them from getting shipped. On the other side of the room was a small window that was smudged with so much dirt and grime that there was no need to worry about the sun shining through.
Gritting her teeth, Willow grunted once more as she threaded her free arm back under Spike’s armpit and tugged him over the threshold. The door slammed shut behind them and Willow flinched, glancing behind her to make sure no one and no thing had snuck in behind them.
When the coast proved clear, she released her grip on Spike and headed over to the wall of mattresses. She grabbed the top corner of the first one and did her best to lower it gently to the ground in an effort to avoid a giant dust cloud. Then, she headed back over to Spike and once more summoned the strength to drag him twenty more feet.
Once he was on top on the mattress, Willow sat down beside him and rested her hand on top of his. As stupid as it was, she wished she could see the rise and fall of his chest, wished she could feel him breathing, wished there was some sort of way to tell if he was still alive – or undead, rather – instead of just waiting for him to wake up on his own time. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long before Spike stirred, his fingers curling around hers. Then his head rolled from left to right and his eyes finally popped open.
“You’re okay,” Willow murmured, not annoyed with him in the slightest for waiting until now to wake up.
“’Course I am, pet. Taken far worse hits to the stomach than that,” Spike replied, wincing as he tried to sit up. The caretaker in her wouldn’t let him, though, as her free hand gently pushed down on his shoulder.
“Stay still,” Willow instructed. “Now that you’re awake I want to check out your injuries.”
“Got a secret fetish for boys who are black and blue, Red?” Spike smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “If I had known that’s what would get you out of the Pink Mafia, I might’ve done this a lot sooner.”
Willow pursed her lips, trying to make herself appear businesslike instead of flustered as she reached for the buttons on his suit coat. “This isn’t funny, Spike. You’re hurt.”
“Not laughing, pet.” Spike replied softly as his coat fell open and her fingers reached for the button at his collar.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Willow methodically separated the fabric from the buttons, exposing Spike’s broad, muscled chest. With hesitant, tentative fingers, she traced the outline of a fading purple bruise. Spike kept his gaze trained on her finger, watching it skate and swirl its way towards the direct spot Cyvus hit, the spot right above the cavern where his heart once beat.
“Willow--”
“Am I hurting you?” Willow asked, retracting her finger and curling it into a ball.
“Not in the slightest,” Spike replied, his eyelids fluttering. “But if you don’t stop now….”
Willow gulped, her stomach doing back flips as she contemplated her next move. “I really should check you out further. Make sure everything’s in tip-top shape.”
Spike pursed his lips and ran his hand down the length of her arm. “You’ll get a much better view if you’re on top, love.”
Willow couldn’t escape the implication of his words and she hesitantly repositioned herself, placing her legs on either side of him. The plastic covering on the mattress creaked a little under her knees, but it was a sound that could easily be ignored. What with the loud pounding of her heart and all.
With a tentative touch, she reached forward to touch his cheek, running her fingers over a cut he’d sustained during the street battle. Breath hitching in her throat, she lowered her head, brushing her lips against his in an almost-but-not-quite kiss. She didn’t need to hear the warning that would end that sentence. She just needed to…hell, she wasn’t sure what she really needed. But she knew this was what she wanted.
“Shit…” Spike hissed, catching her by the arm and pushing her upwards.
Willow’s eyes widened, flooded with confusion. Had she read something wrong? Had she accidentally swallowed the words that would inevitably reject the idea of their coupling? “Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt somewhere I can’t see?”
But he didn’t have to explain what happened. She saw it as soon as her eyes fell to the hollow of his throat. The amulet- the one that had ceased to protect them – had left a burned imprint on Spike’s skin as if it were a cross.
With a frustrated cry, Willow grasped hold of the charm and yanked at the necklace, tearing it from her throat. The clasp stung her skin as the necklace came apart, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be rid of the damn thing. “Useless! This stupid thing is the most useless, most stupid, most….”
Without another word, she flung it at the wall and her face fell when it didn’t even shatter.
“What the hell did Eve give me?”
“Don’t know, pet. Was sure Fred’s tests worked like a charm. She’s never had a problem like this before. But we’re gonna figure it out, I promise” Spike replied, settling his hands on her hips.
Willow pushed out her bottom lip. “It’s not fair. It’s not fair that we were set up, not fair that we walked into a trap, not fair that you got hurt, and not fair that I’m falling for you when I’m supposed to be in love with girls now.”
“No crime in loving boys and girls equally, pet. Already told you that’s what I like about you.”
A playful grin tugged at Spike’s mouth and he tugged her down so that she was lying on top of him. It was an intimate imitation of before when she’d acted as his protection against the threatening sunbeams.
This time, however, there was more to it. There was heat coursing through her bloodstream and down to her core. There was an inescapable tingle that started right at the tips of her toes and was quickly working its way up her spine.
There was the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his trousers, pressing against the fabric of her once-perfect Cinderella gown.
There were his lips finding hers again, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.
She could feel the ghosts of her previous lovers - Kennedy, Tara, and Oz - in his caresses, in the way his lips found her neck and worried that special spot on her throat that made her moan and buck her hips. But at the same time, he made the experience his own, made it one that she would never forget.
Distracted, she barely realized that his pants had come undone and he was tugging the hem of her skirt over her hips until she felt her panties get pushed to the side to allow a single finger to dip into her moist channel.
“Spike--”
But Spike didn’t respond to her breathily moaning his name. Instead, he just smiled knowingly, removed his finger, let her body settle down on top of him, let her body connect with his.
Spike didn’t stop to let her process the fact that she was on top of him, that she was riding in him. Instead, he thrust his hips upwards, taking the lead from her, despite their current position. After several blissful moments of this, Spike shifted their bodies, rolling her onto her back.
Willow moaned as he rocked his hips in just the right way, leading her to the razor-sharp edge of pleasure and oblivion. A blissful shudder ripped through her body as she fell over that edge, boneless and helpless, dragging Spike with her by capturing his lips with a kiss.
Afterward, Willow curled her body against Spike’s and he didn’t push her away. She rested her head against his shoulder, counting each inhale, counting each exhale. Despite all the words swishing around in her brain, she didn’t say a single one, preferring to give into the exhaustion and recognizing that a new plan could happen later.
Like tomorrow.
Tomorrow sounded good.
Chapter 11
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on 2011-04-11 11:14 pm (UTC)Thank you.
Love the way they finally got together! Great work, sweetie!
Gabrielle
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on 2011-04-11 11:15 pm (UTC)I'm glad this worked for you.
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on 2011-04-11 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-04-12 10:26 am (UTC)Perfectly smutty and stil romantic. You made a great job with Willow doubts, who knows if Spike has them too.
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on 2011-04-13 02:36 am (UTC)Am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOVIN' THIS, I CAN'T TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOTALLY can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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on 2011-04-13 01:54 pm (UTC)Your comments never fail to bring a huge smile to my face.
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on 2011-05-12 03:52 am (UTC)Thanks for letting me know about these!
So sweeet. <3
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on 2011-05-24 10:33 pm (UTC)Ch. 12 is up now, by the way.
http://snogged.livejournal.com/652109.html#cutid1
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