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snoggedMore of that pesky WIP.
Title: Step One
Author: snogged
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Willow, a little Buffy/Spike
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Gone”, continuation of “Change the Addiction”
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t. Some of the quotes are taken directly from the episode.
Rating/Warnings: R, sexual innuendo
Willow stood in front of the stove, keeping an eye on the Dawn-rejected ham and cheese omelet she had cooking in the frying pan. Buffy was talking to her about what happened the night before, apologizing for not noticing the downward spiral. That’s when he rushed in, his skin smoking. Willow thought back to what he had said to her and she quickly tossed the omelet onto a plate and set the frying pan next to the sink.
“Morning.” Spike smirked at the sight of the two women in the kitchen. One seeking punishment, the other… He thought back to last night in the alley and the taste of her lips. Her eagerness, her need to be consumed in his darkness. He relished in the thought.
“What are you doing? And here?” Buffy asked, slightly annoyed.
“Out for a stroll. Can’t seem to find my lighter, was thinking I might have left it here?”
“Haven’t seen it,” Buffy retorted.
Willow blushed as she made the attempt to sneak out of the room. “I…um…I’m going to go get dressed.”
Spike touched her shoulder as she walked passed and whispered “This’ll only take a moment, luv, I wouldn’t be too quick about putting on those clothes if I were you.”
“Making up excuses is lame, Spike.” Buffy replied.
“Oh don’t flatter yourself, luv. I’m bloody fond of that lighter.”
“Don’t call me that.” Buffy hissed.
“What should I call you then, pet? Sweetheart, my little Goldilocks?”
“I have to get Dawn off to school.” Buffy said, backing away. “You can let yourself out right, Spike?”
“Certainly.” Spike smirked, his thoughts racing back to the fiery redhead waiting for him upstairs. He slipped towards the staircase unnoticed and walked up them, pausing at the door of Willow’s room. He could hear her breathing heavily. He cracked the door open and slid inside. She was standing in the middle of the room in a pair of black lacy panties and a white cotton bra.
“’ello Red.” Spike grinned.
“What is this?” Willow asked. “What exactly are we doing?”
“Kicking you off that pesky magic habit of yours.” Spike stepped in close to her and claimed her mouth.
“And Buffy?” Willow asked.
“Does it matter?” Spike looked at her with questioning eyes and kissed her again, his hand sliding down the side of her hip and across her thigh, coming to a rest on top of her public mound. Willow moaned softly. Spike slipped a finger past her panty line and slid it into her dripping hole. Willow’s hips pushed forward allowing him deeper access. “Either way, I’m being helpful.”
Spike pulled out the finger and Willow groaned in frustration.
“That’s not helpful,” Willow replied.
Spike smirked and started to circle her, almost as if he was inspecting a piece of valuable merchandise. All of a sudden, Willow felt a sharp smack on the ass.
“Ow!” She yelped and spun to look at Spike with surprise. The vampire wasn’t clutching his head in pain like she would have expected.
“Oh, that’s bloody brilliant.” Spike said, looking at the red haired witch in amusement. “Welcome to your 12 step program, pet.” He kissed her again, this time pushing her towards the edge of the bed.
Step Two
Title: Step One
Author: snogged
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Willow, a little Buffy/Spike
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Gone”, continuation of “Change the Addiction”
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t. Some of the quotes are taken directly from the episode.
Rating/Warnings: R, sexual innuendo
Willow stood in front of the stove, keeping an eye on the Dawn-rejected ham and cheese omelet she had cooking in the frying pan. Buffy was talking to her about what happened the night before, apologizing for not noticing the downward spiral. That’s when he rushed in, his skin smoking. Willow thought back to what he had said to her and she quickly tossed the omelet onto a plate and set the frying pan next to the sink.
“Morning.” Spike smirked at the sight of the two women in the kitchen. One seeking punishment, the other… He thought back to last night in the alley and the taste of her lips. Her eagerness, her need to be consumed in his darkness. He relished in the thought.
“What are you doing? And here?” Buffy asked, slightly annoyed.
“Out for a stroll. Can’t seem to find my lighter, was thinking I might have left it here?”
“Haven’t seen it,” Buffy retorted.
Willow blushed as she made the attempt to sneak out of the room. “I…um…I’m going to go get dressed.”
Spike touched her shoulder as she walked passed and whispered “This’ll only take a moment, luv, I wouldn’t be too quick about putting on those clothes if I were you.”
“Making up excuses is lame, Spike.” Buffy replied.
“Oh don’t flatter yourself, luv. I’m bloody fond of that lighter.”
“Don’t call me that.” Buffy hissed.
“What should I call you then, pet? Sweetheart, my little Goldilocks?”
“I have to get Dawn off to school.” Buffy said, backing away. “You can let yourself out right, Spike?”
“Certainly.” Spike smirked, his thoughts racing back to the fiery redhead waiting for him upstairs. He slipped towards the staircase unnoticed and walked up them, pausing at the door of Willow’s room. He could hear her breathing heavily. He cracked the door open and slid inside. She was standing in the middle of the room in a pair of black lacy panties and a white cotton bra.
“’ello Red.” Spike grinned.
“What is this?” Willow asked. “What exactly are we doing?”
“Kicking you off that pesky magic habit of yours.” Spike stepped in close to her and claimed her mouth.
“And Buffy?” Willow asked.
“Does it matter?” Spike looked at her with questioning eyes and kissed her again, his hand sliding down the side of her hip and across her thigh, coming to a rest on top of her public mound. Willow moaned softly. Spike slipped a finger past her panty line and slid it into her dripping hole. Willow’s hips pushed forward allowing him deeper access. “Either way, I’m being helpful.”
Spike pulled out the finger and Willow groaned in frustration.
“That’s not helpful,” Willow replied.
Spike smirked and started to circle her, almost as if he was inspecting a piece of valuable merchandise. All of a sudden, Willow felt a sharp smack on the ass.
“Ow!” She yelped and spun to look at Spike with surprise. The vampire wasn’t clutching his head in pain like she would have expected.
“Oh, that’s bloody brilliant.” Spike said, looking at the red haired witch in amusement. “Welcome to your 12 step program, pet.” He kissed her again, this time pushing her towards the edge of the bed.
Step Two