Addiction Series: Step Four
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Title: Step Four
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, Willow/Tara
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Older and Far Away.” 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.
Previous chapters can be found in the memories at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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‘Spellcasters Anonymous?’ Willow mentally kicked herself as she left the Magic Box. She didn’t particularly like lying to her friends but she knew they wouldn’t get it. She had a feeling Xander would rather have her dancing the downward spiral than having sex with his least favorite demon. She reached Spike’s crypt and knocked softly.
Spike opened the door and grinned. His face still not quite healed from the beating the Slayer had given him the night before. “ ‘ello Red. Pleasure to see you this evening.”
She leaned up and kissed him forcefully, pushing him deeper inside the crypt. She didn’t even notice the injuries. Her hands urgently reached for the belt on his pants. Spike stopped and pulled away from her. “Not yet.”
Willow stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. Spike chuckled and ran his fingers through her thin red hair and then across her neck, barely brushing against the tops of her breasts. Willow arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. She was eager to feel more of his touch. Spike pulled his fingers away and reached for her hand leading her to the cement wall.
“Take off all your clothes and lie down on the bed, pet.”
Willow arched an eyebrow in curiosity but quickly did as she was told. Spike gazed at her, drinking in her naked beauty. Her beauty was a bit subtler than the Slayer’s. Her breasts were a bit smaller and she had a bit less confidence in her body; but Willow had a fire unmatched by any woman he had ever known in his two hundred years of unlife. She had an untapped darkness within her that he was desperate to explore.
“Tell me about your body, Willow. Tell me how you want to be fucked. Take me on the sexual journey that is Willow Rosenberg.” Spike tapped a finger against his chin, watching her intently.
Willow looked at him confusion but began her voice quiet and shaking. She placed her hands underneath her breasts, cupping them. “These are my breasts. I like to have pinched and twisted and bitten.” She blushed crimson. This felt so silly. “Found that out with Oz actually. He liked to be a little rough and I didn’t mind.”
Spike stepped forward and sat down on the bed, pinching her right nipple between his fingers. Willow gasped sharply as he twisted the small nub, pulling it away from her skin and letting it pop back. He did the same thing to her other nipple. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Willow hissed.
“Please continue,” Spike smiled. Her arousal was filling the room and he could feel his cock harden against the seam of his jeans.
Willow’s hands traveled down her stomach and stopped at her pubic mound. “This is my pussy.” She gazed into his eyes and saw the hunger and lust building behind his eyes. “It’s wet and dripping. I can feel the heat radiating against my hand. It’s begging for your cock. It quivers and twitches in anticipation of what’s to come. It’s begging for the darkness only you fill it up with.”
Spike unzipped his pants and thrust quickly inside of her. Willow moaned softly as their lips met, passion building to a loud crescendo between them.
Willow sighed contentedly as Spike rolled off of her. She looked at his face and frowned. “What happened?” She lightly touched the bruise above his eye.
“Slayer had a bit of frustrations to get out. No worries, love. It’ll heal.”
Willow kissed it softly. “Well, if you’re not doing anything later, you should stop by the house. We’re having a birthday party for Buffy.”
“I’ll see what I can do, love.” Spike kissed her softly on the forehead. Willow rose from the bed and collected her clothes from the floor. She looked at Spike sadly.
“Why is it so hard to leave?” Willow asked.
Spike rose from the bed and embraced her. “Because you’re addicted.” He kissed her neck, his features changing. She could feel the ridges of his forehead rubbing against her skin.
“I don’t wanna stop.” Willow nuzzled her own face into his neck, inhaling his scent. His fangs pricked her flesh and Spike consumed the dribbles of blood it produced. It was intoxicating. Willow’s hand flew to his head, her fingers grasping desperately at his hair. Spike pulled away, placing his fingers on top of the two small holes.
“And we never have too.”
--------Later on that evening--------
Buffy was standing in the kitchen sharing a drink with Tara when there was a knock at the back door. The door flung open and Spike stepped inside, standing behind him was Clem.
“Spike.” Buffy said surprised, glancing at Tara.
“Willow said there was shindig and told me to stop by.” Spike replied. He attempted to seem as nonchalant as possible, didn’t want her thinking something was going on between him and the witch.
“Willow?” Buffy’s mind traveled back to the Bronze last night where she had sworn she had seen Willow and some peroxide blonde guy going at it on the upstairs balcony.
“Yup, you know, the fiery little red head. Friend of yours?” Spike said, slightly annoyed.
“Right,” Buffy said. She glanced at Tara. “I’ll be right back.”
Spike sauntered through the kitchen, flashing an impish grin in Tara’s direction. Wonder how long it would take her to realize she didn’t have her girl anymore.
He found Willow in the Summers’ foyer and backed her into a darkened corner. He placed his hand on the wall, blocking her from moving.
“Lookin’ gorgeous love,” Spike whispered, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I could eat you up right here. Think you could be quiet?”
Willow stifled a giggle. “I think they’re gonna open presents soon. Don’t wanna miss that.”
“I could make missing presents worth your while.” He leaned towards her and kissed her neck, gently sucking her flesh into his mouth.
Willow moaned softly, leaning back into the staircase. “Spike. Presents.”
“Willow. Now.” Spike uttered his urgency, pressing her tight up against the stairs. His erection was hard and pressed into her belly. Willow felt the moistness growing between her thighs.
“Spike,” Willow struggled to gain control of her body. She wanted to experience the euphoric rush he gave her but she wanted to see Buffy’s reaction to her present. “We should…”
“Screw the party and screw each other instead?” Spike grinned and kissed her with intensity.
“Presents first, shag later.” Willow broke the kiss and put her hands on Spike’s chest, pushing him away from her.
“Fine.” Spike grumbled, adjusting himself. The two of them walked into the living room and Buffy frowned slightly and shrugged.
Presents were exchanged and Buffy reacted well to most of them, with the exception to Dawn’s present which still had the security tag on it. Dawn, of course, had made up a fairly lame excuse which seemed to suffice for the moment. Xander’s gift outshone everyone’s. He had made Buffy a beautiful weapons chest, complete with a nifty CD holder.
After the presents were opened, and Sophie had arrived, Willow walked to the kitchen with the intent on getting a drink. Spike stepped out of the living room and intercepted her, pushing her against the back of the staircase.
“What’s say you and me scamper, pet? Presents are open, cakes been eaten. Everyone’s all frolicky. It’s the perfect time to sneak out unnoticed.” His hand slid down her side and pulled her hand towards his thigh. “Or we could just deal with the problem right now.”
“I’m pretty sure problem dealing can be dealt with later,” Buffy’s voice startled them both. She stood in front of them with her hands on her hips.
“Buffy, I…” Willow stuttered nervously. She desperately wanted to hide.
“Willow was just helping me with a muscle cramp. Didn’t want to make the problem fester.”
Buffy rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Right, whatever.”
Willow slipped past Spike and Buffy, and headed into the living room to join the rest of the festivities.
Buffy looked at Spike who had thrown up in his arms.
“My personal activities are none of your business. Leave the chit out of it.” Spike retorted.
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t care. Saves me the ‘I love you’ crap you’ve been rattling on about. If you hurt her though, you’ll be begging for me to dust you.”
She turned around and walked back into the living room. Spike followed, sitting down to a game of poker with Clem, Tara, and Xander. He got the distinct feeling that the Slayer wouldn’t be spreading her newest knowledge to anyone anytime soon. He knew that she knew better than that. After all, Buffy had been shagging him before Willow had entered the picture.
The night wore on and soon the sun was rising in the sky. Willow was passed out on the couch and Spike smiled softly. She looked so damn peaceful lying there in her rumpled clothes.
Then it happened, folks started trying to leave the house and no one could get out. Buffy made everyone in the house try the door but it was to no avail. Each person gave their reason for wanting to leave. Buffy, of course, was the epitome of calm. She was used to be level-headed in a crisis and Spike had to give her props for that. Dawn, however, was causing a fuss that everyone wanted to leave so Buffy, Tara, Xander, and Anya followed her upstairs.
Once they were all upstairs, Willow stepped over to Spike and pulled him into a darkened corner. She buried her face into his leather duster, inhaling his scent.
“Are you scared, pet?” Spike asked, surprised by the girl’s sudden clinginess.
“A little.” Willow whispered. “What happened with Buffy?”
Spike stroked her hair. “Nothing to worry about love, Slayer gets it. Doesn’t know why its happening but she didn’t seem to mind too much.”
“Is she gonna tell?” Willow asked.
“No, I don’t think she will.” Spike replied. “I think she’s good for it.”
“Okay.” Willow said softly. She looked into his eyes. “Thank you.”
Spike looked at her with surprise. What was she thanking him for?
“For helping me. I haven’t been tempted to use the magics for quite some time now. And that’s because of you and this twelve step program you invented.”
“My pleasure pet. Now let’s figure out how to fix this problem so I can shag your brains out later. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds nice,” Willow smiled as they walked back over to the group who had reconvened from the Dawn intervention. This was going to prove to be an interesting night.
Title: Step Four
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, Willow/Tara
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Older and Far Away.” 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.
Previous chapters can be found in the memories at
snogged_fanfic‘Spellcasters Anonymous?’ Willow mentally kicked herself as she left the Magic Box. She didn’t particularly like lying to her friends but she knew they wouldn’t get it. She had a feeling Xander would rather have her dancing the downward spiral than having sex with his least favorite demon. She reached Spike’s crypt and knocked softly.
Spike opened the door and grinned. His face still not quite healed from the beating the Slayer had given him the night before. “ ‘ello Red. Pleasure to see you this evening.”
She leaned up and kissed him forcefully, pushing him deeper inside the crypt. She didn’t even notice the injuries. Her hands urgently reached for the belt on his pants. Spike stopped and pulled away from her. “Not yet.”
Willow stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. Spike chuckled and ran his fingers through her thin red hair and then across her neck, barely brushing against the tops of her breasts. Willow arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. She was eager to feel more of his touch. Spike pulled his fingers away and reached for her hand leading her to the cement wall.
“Take off all your clothes and lie down on the bed, pet.”
Willow arched an eyebrow in curiosity but quickly did as she was told. Spike gazed at her, drinking in her naked beauty. Her beauty was a bit subtler than the Slayer’s. Her breasts were a bit smaller and she had a bit less confidence in her body; but Willow had a fire unmatched by any woman he had ever known in his two hundred years of unlife. She had an untapped darkness within her that he was desperate to explore.
“Tell me about your body, Willow. Tell me how you want to be fucked. Take me on the sexual journey that is Willow Rosenberg.” Spike tapped a finger against his chin, watching her intently.
Willow looked at him confusion but began her voice quiet and shaking. She placed her hands underneath her breasts, cupping them. “These are my breasts. I like to have pinched and twisted and bitten.” She blushed crimson. This felt so silly. “Found that out with Oz actually. He liked to be a little rough and I didn’t mind.”
Spike stepped forward and sat down on the bed, pinching her right nipple between his fingers. Willow gasped sharply as he twisted the small nub, pulling it away from her skin and letting it pop back. He did the same thing to her other nipple. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Willow hissed.
“Please continue,” Spike smiled. Her arousal was filling the room and he could feel his cock harden against the seam of his jeans.
Willow’s hands traveled down her stomach and stopped at her pubic mound. “This is my pussy.” She gazed into his eyes and saw the hunger and lust building behind his eyes. “It’s wet and dripping. I can feel the heat radiating against my hand. It’s begging for your cock. It quivers and twitches in anticipation of what’s to come. It’s begging for the darkness only you fill it up with.”
Spike unzipped his pants and thrust quickly inside of her. Willow moaned softly as their lips met, passion building to a loud crescendo between them.
Willow sighed contentedly as Spike rolled off of her. She looked at his face and frowned. “What happened?” She lightly touched the bruise above his eye.
“Slayer had a bit of frustrations to get out. No worries, love. It’ll heal.”
Willow kissed it softly. “Well, if you’re not doing anything later, you should stop by the house. We’re having a birthday party for Buffy.”
“I’ll see what I can do, love.” Spike kissed her softly on the forehead. Willow rose from the bed and collected her clothes from the floor. She looked at Spike sadly.
“Why is it so hard to leave?” Willow asked.
Spike rose from the bed and embraced her. “Because you’re addicted.” He kissed her neck, his features changing. She could feel the ridges of his forehead rubbing against her skin.
“I don’t wanna stop.” Willow nuzzled her own face into his neck, inhaling his scent. His fangs pricked her flesh and Spike consumed the dribbles of blood it produced. It was intoxicating. Willow’s hand flew to his head, her fingers grasping desperately at his hair. Spike pulled away, placing his fingers on top of the two small holes.
“And we never have too.”
--------Later on that evening--------
Buffy was standing in the kitchen sharing a drink with Tara when there was a knock at the back door. The door flung open and Spike stepped inside, standing behind him was Clem.
“Spike.” Buffy said surprised, glancing at Tara.
“Willow said there was shindig and told me to stop by.” Spike replied. He attempted to seem as nonchalant as possible, didn’t want her thinking something was going on between him and the witch.
“Willow?” Buffy’s mind traveled back to the Bronze last night where she had sworn she had seen Willow and some peroxide blonde guy going at it on the upstairs balcony.
“Yup, you know, the fiery little red head. Friend of yours?” Spike said, slightly annoyed.
“Right,” Buffy said. She glanced at Tara. “I’ll be right back.”
Spike sauntered through the kitchen, flashing an impish grin in Tara’s direction. Wonder how long it would take her to realize she didn’t have her girl anymore.
He found Willow in the Summers’ foyer and backed her into a darkened corner. He placed his hand on the wall, blocking her from moving.
“Lookin’ gorgeous love,” Spike whispered, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I could eat you up right here. Think you could be quiet?”
Willow stifled a giggle. “I think they’re gonna open presents soon. Don’t wanna miss that.”
“I could make missing presents worth your while.” He leaned towards her and kissed her neck, gently sucking her flesh into his mouth.
Willow moaned softly, leaning back into the staircase. “Spike. Presents.”
“Willow. Now.” Spike uttered his urgency, pressing her tight up against the stairs. His erection was hard and pressed into her belly. Willow felt the moistness growing between her thighs.
“Spike,” Willow struggled to gain control of her body. She wanted to experience the euphoric rush he gave her but she wanted to see Buffy’s reaction to her present. “We should…”
“Screw the party and screw each other instead?” Spike grinned and kissed her with intensity.
“Presents first, shag later.” Willow broke the kiss and put her hands on Spike’s chest, pushing him away from her.
“Fine.” Spike grumbled, adjusting himself. The two of them walked into the living room and Buffy frowned slightly and shrugged.
Presents were exchanged and Buffy reacted well to most of them, with the exception to Dawn’s present which still had the security tag on it. Dawn, of course, had made up a fairly lame excuse which seemed to suffice for the moment. Xander’s gift outshone everyone’s. He had made Buffy a beautiful weapons chest, complete with a nifty CD holder.
After the presents were opened, and Sophie had arrived, Willow walked to the kitchen with the intent on getting a drink. Spike stepped out of the living room and intercepted her, pushing her against the back of the staircase.
“What’s say you and me scamper, pet? Presents are open, cakes been eaten. Everyone’s all frolicky. It’s the perfect time to sneak out unnoticed.” His hand slid down her side and pulled her hand towards his thigh. “Or we could just deal with the problem right now.”
“I’m pretty sure problem dealing can be dealt with later,” Buffy’s voice startled them both. She stood in front of them with her hands on her hips.
“Buffy, I…” Willow stuttered nervously. She desperately wanted to hide.
“Willow was just helping me with a muscle cramp. Didn’t want to make the problem fester.”
Buffy rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Right, whatever.”
Willow slipped past Spike and Buffy, and headed into the living room to join the rest of the festivities.
Buffy looked at Spike who had thrown up in his arms.
“My personal activities are none of your business. Leave the chit out of it.” Spike retorted.
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t care. Saves me the ‘I love you’ crap you’ve been rattling on about. If you hurt her though, you’ll be begging for me to dust you.”
She turned around and walked back into the living room. Spike followed, sitting down to a game of poker with Clem, Tara, and Xander. He got the distinct feeling that the Slayer wouldn’t be spreading her newest knowledge to anyone anytime soon. He knew that she knew better than that. After all, Buffy had been shagging him before Willow had entered the picture.
The night wore on and soon the sun was rising in the sky. Willow was passed out on the couch and Spike smiled softly. She looked so damn peaceful lying there in her rumpled clothes.
Then it happened, folks started trying to leave the house and no one could get out. Buffy made everyone in the house try the door but it was to no avail. Each person gave their reason for wanting to leave. Buffy, of course, was the epitome of calm. She was used to be level-headed in a crisis and Spike had to give her props for that. Dawn, however, was causing a fuss that everyone wanted to leave so Buffy, Tara, Xander, and Anya followed her upstairs.
Once they were all upstairs, Willow stepped over to Spike and pulled him into a darkened corner. She buried her face into his leather duster, inhaling his scent.
“Are you scared, pet?” Spike asked, surprised by the girl’s sudden clinginess.
“A little.” Willow whispered. “What happened with Buffy?”
Spike stroked her hair. “Nothing to worry about love, Slayer gets it. Doesn’t know why its happening but she didn’t seem to mind too much.”
“Is she gonna tell?” Willow asked.
“No, I don’t think she will.” Spike replied. “I think she’s good for it.”
“Okay.” Willow said softly. She looked into his eyes. “Thank you.”
Spike looked at her with surprise. What was she thanking him for?
“For helping me. I haven’t been tempted to use the magics for quite some time now. And that’s because of you and this twelve step program you invented.”
“My pleasure pet. Now let’s figure out how to fix this problem so I can shag your brains out later. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds nice,” Willow smiled as they walked back over to the group who had reconvened from the Dawn intervention. This was going to prove to be an interesting night.