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Title: Step Three
Series: Addiction Series
Author: snogged
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Overall Pairings: Spike/Willow, a little Buffy/Spike, for now at least, minor Willow/Oz
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Dead Things.” I am manipulating season 6 to my own benefit, you’ve been warned.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t. Some of the quotes are taken directly from the episode.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, explicit sex
A/N: This story is not beta'ed so all mistakes are mine.
They hit the crypt floor with a thump. He made her whole body feel alive. He made her forget about the addiction to magic. He was the only thing she craved now and she craved him daily.
“Willow,” his voice quiet as he glanced around the room. “I think we missed the bed.”
Willow stifled a giggle and looked up into the twinkling blue eyes of her demon lover. “Kinda looks that way, doesn’t it?”
Spike rolled off of her and grinned contentedly, tracing his fingers across her stomach. “You are amazing, pet. All that ancient power flowing through you. It’s intoxicating. You do something to me no woman ever has before.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Willow smiled, snuggling up against him. His touch felt refreshingly cool on her heated flesh.
Spike reached behind him and grabbed a pair of metal shackles from under the bed. He lifted them up, letting Willow get a good look at them. Willow inhaled sharply at the sight of the shackles. Her and Oz had done a little bit of bondage play but it had been fairly light. She had a pair of hot pink fuzzy handcuffs in her underwear drawer that Buffy had given to her as a joke once. She could only imagine what Spike would come up with while she was completely helpless.
“Do you trust me, Willow?” Spike gauged the girl’s reaction, her arousal filled his nostrils.
“Of course,” Willow lifted her arms above her, crossing her wrists. Spike grinned impishly. This addiction was proving to be much more than he ever could have imagined.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Going to the Bronze with all her friends had sounded like a wonderful idea when it had first been brought up but watching Xander and Anya swing dance like crazy people on the dance floor was a bit disturbing. Not only that but her mind kept drifting back to what had happened that morning in Spike’s crypt. Her fingers idly touched her wrist. They still had a slight reddish tinge to them from where the shackles had been.
“You’re still doing okay, right?” Buffy looked at her with slight concern.
“Yeah,” Willow said softly. It was amazing how all of her friends still believed that she was still in withdrawal from the magic addiction. They all were so blind to what was going on. She had no interest in sharing her secret of recovery though. “I think I’m going to go get a drink, you want anything?”
“Nope, I’m good.” Buffy replied.
Willow rose from her seat and walked towards the bar. But there was something drawing her to the stairs instead. She walked up the stairs to the balcony and leaned against the black metal railing, staring at her friends dancing below her.
She felt his fingers run down her spine and she felt a wetness grow between her legs. “If you’re gonna do that, you’d better follow through.”
Spike leaned over her, his pelvis pressing against her ass. She could feel his thick erection through the thin fabric of her skirt. She moaned softly as his hand slid down her thigh, his fingers gripping the hem of her skirt and slowly inching it upwards.
He said nothing as he guided himself inside of her. Willow moaned, leaning forward more to give him better access to her dripping pussy. Her eyes closed, reveling in the wicked sensations. It felt so deliciously naughty to be doing this here in the Bronze where anyone could look up and see. She froze at the thought. What if Buffy saw or Xander or Anya? What would they think if they saw their friend getting fucked by a vampire on the balcony.
“Spike, what if someone sees?” Willow felt nervous, her hands reached for her skirt, desperate for any sort of modesty.
He touched her hand and pinned it against her side. “Breathe, love. Let them see if they want. If they see, they will see a beautiful creature in the throes of darkest passion. I bet they wouldn’t even recognize you. What matters right now is me and you.”
Willow let herself relax, let herself sink into him, his thrusts were even and steady. The rhythm lulled her into a sense of security. She let her eyes drift close again and didn’t even notice the Slayer looking up at them with a dumbfounded look on her face.
Step Four
Previous chapters can be found in the memories at
snogged_fanficTitle: Step Three
Series: Addiction Series
Author: snogged
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Overall Pairings: Spike/Willow, a little Buffy/Spike, for now at least, minor Willow/Oz
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Dead Things.” I am manipulating season 6 to my own benefit, you’ve been warned.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t. Some of the quotes are taken directly from the episode.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, explicit sex
A/N: This story is not beta'ed so all mistakes are mine.
They hit the crypt floor with a thump. He made her whole body feel alive. He made her forget about the addiction to magic. He was the only thing she craved now and she craved him daily.
“Willow,” his voice quiet as he glanced around the room. “I think we missed the bed.”
Willow stifled a giggle and looked up into the twinkling blue eyes of her demon lover. “Kinda looks that way, doesn’t it?”
Spike rolled off of her and grinned contentedly, tracing his fingers across her stomach. “You are amazing, pet. All that ancient power flowing through you. It’s intoxicating. You do something to me no woman ever has before.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Willow smiled, snuggling up against him. His touch felt refreshingly cool on her heated flesh.
Spike reached behind him and grabbed a pair of metal shackles from under the bed. He lifted them up, letting Willow get a good look at them. Willow inhaled sharply at the sight of the shackles. Her and Oz had done a little bit of bondage play but it had been fairly light. She had a pair of hot pink fuzzy handcuffs in her underwear drawer that Buffy had given to her as a joke once. She could only imagine what Spike would come up with while she was completely helpless.
“Do you trust me, Willow?” Spike gauged the girl’s reaction, her arousal filled his nostrils.
“Of course,” Willow lifted her arms above her, crossing her wrists. Spike grinned impishly. This addiction was proving to be much more than he ever could have imagined.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Going to the Bronze with all her friends had sounded like a wonderful idea when it had first been brought up but watching Xander and Anya swing dance like crazy people on the dance floor was a bit disturbing. Not only that but her mind kept drifting back to what had happened that morning in Spike’s crypt. Her fingers idly touched her wrist. They still had a slight reddish tinge to them from where the shackles had been.
“You’re still doing okay, right?” Buffy looked at her with slight concern.
“Yeah,” Willow said softly. It was amazing how all of her friends still believed that she was still in withdrawal from the magic addiction. They all were so blind to what was going on. She had no interest in sharing her secret of recovery though. “I think I’m going to go get a drink, you want anything?”
“Nope, I’m good.” Buffy replied.
Willow rose from her seat and walked towards the bar. But there was something drawing her to the stairs instead. She walked up the stairs to the balcony and leaned against the black metal railing, staring at her friends dancing below her.
She felt his fingers run down her spine and she felt a wetness grow between her legs. “If you’re gonna do that, you’d better follow through.”
Spike leaned over her, his pelvis pressing against her ass. She could feel his thick erection through the thin fabric of her skirt. She moaned softly as his hand slid down her thigh, his fingers gripping the hem of her skirt and slowly inching it upwards.
He said nothing as he guided himself inside of her. Willow moaned, leaning forward more to give him better access to her dripping pussy. Her eyes closed, reveling in the wicked sensations. It felt so deliciously naughty to be doing this here in the Bronze where anyone could look up and see. She froze at the thought. What if Buffy saw or Xander or Anya? What would they think if they saw their friend getting fucked by a vampire on the balcony.
“Spike, what if someone sees?” Willow felt nervous, her hands reached for her skirt, desperate for any sort of modesty.
He touched her hand and pinned it against her side. “Breathe, love. Let them see if they want. If they see, they will see a beautiful creature in the throes of darkest passion. I bet they wouldn’t even recognize you. What matters right now is me and you.”
Willow let herself relax, let herself sink into him, his thrusts were even and steady. The rhythm lulled her into a sense of security. She let her eyes drift close again and didn’t even notice the Slayer looking up at them with a dumbfounded look on her face.
Step Four