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snoggedMore of that pesky, old WIP that was never beta'd
Title: Step Two
Author: snogged
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Willow, hints at Spike/Buffy
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Doublemeat Palace”
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, explicit sex, biting
Prompt: Open House
Willow was frustrated. She hadn’t used any magic in a week but it didn’t seem to matter because Xander had blamed her when Buffy was shot with the invisibility gun and Anya seemed pissed off because she wasn’t doing magic anymore and Buffy…well she had started her new job and seemed a whole lot more distracted than usual.
As they walked out of the Doublemeat Palace into the afternoon sunlight, Willow glanced at Xander and Anya. “Hey guys, I need to run a quick errand. You know, pick up some groceries for the house and stuff.”
“Ok, Will, be careful.” Xander said, smiling at his red-haired best friend. Willow smiled back and hurried off in the opposite direction towards the cemetery.
When she reached the door of Spike’s crypt, she paused. Her fingers touched her lips as she remembered their last two encounters. He always left her wanting more in a way that the magic didn’t. When he touched her, kissed her, pulled and twisted her nipples, she forgot about wanting to use it. She pushed the crypt door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her.
Spike was slouched in his ratty, old arm chair staring at the television set. He glanced up at the sound of the door and smirked.
“’ello luv.”
“Help.” Willow said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What do you need help with, pet?” Spike looked at her with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
Willow stepped towards him, her hands reaching for the hem of her red shirt and she pulled it over her head. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness of the crypt. Spike’s lips parted slightly. She was a vision. A desperate, half-naked vision. Spike could feel his growing erection as she stepped closer.
Spike stood up from his chair and roughly pushed her up against the wall, holding her arms tight to her sides.
Willow groaned as her head made brief contact with the stone wall. Spike’s hands slid down her arms and thighs and pushed the red head’s skirt up around her hips. He was surprised to see a little red patch of pubic hair staring back at him.
“No panties,” Spike mused. “I must say, Red, I’m impressed. Never would have guessed you were the no panty wearing type.”
Willow blushed three shades of crimson.
Spike smirked, his right hand reaching for one of Willow’s uncovered breasts. “Willow, do you trust me?”
Willow nodded. Spike’s face morphed and Willow inhaled sharply as she felt one of his fingernails sink into her breast flesh. For a moment, she considered panicking but found herself moaning as Spike’s lips touched her skin.
Spike suckled the blood. It had been so damn long since he had tasted it and hers was intoxicating. Sweet, innocent Willow was a creature of darkness within. He felt the ancient magicks in her blood stream flow through him and it was incredible. Willow’s hand found its way to the top of his head and he pulled back. Her blood staining his lips.
“You’re a ripe, wicked plum, pet.” Spike said.
Willow kissed him with as much intensity as she could muster. She could taste her blood on his lips. It was a strange, iron-y flavor. Sure, it wasn’t the first time she had tasted her own blood but tasting it on him felt different somehow, it was darker, richer than she even could have imagined. Spike reached for his zipper and pressed himself against her pubic mound. Willow lifted up her leg and wrapped it around his. Spike’s hands stroked her thigh and then cupped her ass, pulling her upwards. Willow wrapped both of her legs around his waist and they moved in tandem. Willow shuddered in pleasure as she felt him explode inside of her, filling her.
Spike looked into the witch’s green eyes and saw something there that he never saw with Buffy and he realized that Willow was the perfect drug, a new addiction to make him forget the Slayer. Or at least, that’s what he was hoping for.
Step Three
Title: Step Two
Author: snogged
Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Willow, hints at Spike/Buffy
Spoilers: set during Season 6 “Doublemeat Palace”
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, explicit sex, biting
Prompt: Open House
Willow was frustrated. She hadn’t used any magic in a week but it didn’t seem to matter because Xander had blamed her when Buffy was shot with the invisibility gun and Anya seemed pissed off because she wasn’t doing magic anymore and Buffy…well she had started her new job and seemed a whole lot more distracted than usual.
As they walked out of the Doublemeat Palace into the afternoon sunlight, Willow glanced at Xander and Anya. “Hey guys, I need to run a quick errand. You know, pick up some groceries for the house and stuff.”
“Ok, Will, be careful.” Xander said, smiling at his red-haired best friend. Willow smiled back and hurried off in the opposite direction towards the cemetery.
When she reached the door of Spike’s crypt, she paused. Her fingers touched her lips as she remembered their last two encounters. He always left her wanting more in a way that the magic didn’t. When he touched her, kissed her, pulled and twisted her nipples, she forgot about wanting to use it. She pushed the crypt door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her.
Spike was slouched in his ratty, old arm chair staring at the television set. He glanced up at the sound of the door and smirked.
“’ello luv.”
“Help.” Willow said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What do you need help with, pet?” Spike looked at her with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
Willow stepped towards him, her hands reaching for the hem of her red shirt and she pulled it over her head. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness of the crypt. Spike’s lips parted slightly. She was a vision. A desperate, half-naked vision. Spike could feel his growing erection as she stepped closer.
Spike stood up from his chair and roughly pushed her up against the wall, holding her arms tight to her sides.
Willow groaned as her head made brief contact with the stone wall. Spike’s hands slid down her arms and thighs and pushed the red head’s skirt up around her hips. He was surprised to see a little red patch of pubic hair staring back at him.
“No panties,” Spike mused. “I must say, Red, I’m impressed. Never would have guessed you were the no panty wearing type.”
Willow blushed three shades of crimson.
Spike smirked, his right hand reaching for one of Willow’s uncovered breasts. “Willow, do you trust me?”
Willow nodded. Spike’s face morphed and Willow inhaled sharply as she felt one of his fingernails sink into her breast flesh. For a moment, she considered panicking but found herself moaning as Spike’s lips touched her skin.
Spike suckled the blood. It had been so damn long since he had tasted it and hers was intoxicating. Sweet, innocent Willow was a creature of darkness within. He felt the ancient magicks in her blood stream flow through him and it was incredible. Willow’s hand found its way to the top of his head and he pulled back. Her blood staining his lips.
“You’re a ripe, wicked plum, pet.” Spike said.
Willow kissed him with as much intensity as she could muster. She could taste her blood on his lips. It was a strange, iron-y flavor. Sure, it wasn’t the first time she had tasted her own blood but tasting it on him felt different somehow, it was darker, richer than she even could have imagined. Spike reached for his zipper and pressed himself against her pubic mound. Willow lifted up her leg and wrapped it around his. Spike’s hands stroked her thigh and then cupped her ass, pulling her upwards. Willow wrapped both of her legs around his waist and they moved in tandem. Willow shuddered in pleasure as she felt him explode inside of her, filling her.
Spike looked into the witch’s green eyes and saw something there that he never saw with Buffy and he realized that Willow was the perfect drug, a new addiction to make him forget the Slayer. Or at least, that’s what he was hoping for.
Step Three