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snoggedTitle: Garden of Thorns
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 420
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; sex, biting/claiming
Summary: Slightly AU since its not really set anywhere in canon. A spell sends Willow into Spike’s arms.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
okdeanna who wanted Willow/Spike or Willow/Angel (or Spike/Willow/Angel) with the prompt: Kiss from a Rose.
Her lips were on his, her tongue eagerly mapping out the inside of his mouth. Her fingers caressed his skin, roving each crease and crevasse. Each moment was more intense then the last. Each moment stirred the lust within his belly that he wasn’t sure he could contain. But it all seemed to good to be true. He couldn’t help but wonder if the girl on top of him was really the shy, quiet Willow he remembered or if some teasing succubus had taken her place.
After a few delicious minutes, she pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming out in heavy pants.
“Spike, I…don’t know what just came over me. It’s like you were there and I was here and there was an alignment of stars or moons or suns or made some of those shrimp dimensions. I…feel like I can’t take my hands off of you.”
Spike nodded. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Willow in his bed. No succubi had ever babbled quite as beautifully.
Her words concerned him, though. He couldn’t escape the sneaking suspicion that there was some kind of magic underfoot. Why else would she be here knowing full well what he is and what he’s capable of? That being said…he wasn’t going to put a stop to this anytime soon. It seemed that Willow’s touch was the fire he’d been craving all this time.
“It’s all right, love,” Spike murmured, spreading his thighs and curling his arms behind his head. “You can touch me all you’d like.”
A bright smile curled the corner of her lips and she attacked him again, grinding her pelvis against his and dry humping him for all he was worth.
Her arousal assaulted his nostrils and in a swift movement, she was the one on her back with her skirt bunched up around her waist. His fingers unsnapped the buttons on his jeans and his cock sprang free, twitching in anticipation.
He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed himself inside. Willow moaned and rocked her hips, meeting him on each down stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades and her teeth nipped at his neck.
Spike’s features shifted to his demonic guise and his teeth sunk easily into her delicate flesh. If this was a spell, he was going to take advantage. By the end of the night, she would his and his alone. The rose would be his, and he would surround her in a garden of thorns.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 420
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; sex, biting/claiming
Summary: Slightly AU since its not really set anywhere in canon. A spell sends Willow into Spike’s arms.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for
okdeanna who wanted Willow/Spike or Willow/Angel (or Spike/Willow/Angel) with the prompt: Kiss from a Rose.Her lips were on his, her tongue eagerly mapping out the inside of his mouth. Her fingers caressed his skin, roving each crease and crevasse. Each moment was more intense then the last. Each moment stirred the lust within his belly that he wasn’t sure he could contain. But it all seemed to good to be true. He couldn’t help but wonder if the girl on top of him was really the shy, quiet Willow he remembered or if some teasing succubus had taken her place.
After a few delicious minutes, she pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming out in heavy pants.
“Spike, I…don’t know what just came over me. It’s like you were there and I was here and there was an alignment of stars or moons or suns or made some of those shrimp dimensions. I…feel like I can’t take my hands off of you.”
Spike nodded. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Willow in his bed. No succubi had ever babbled quite as beautifully.
Her words concerned him, though. He couldn’t escape the sneaking suspicion that there was some kind of magic underfoot. Why else would she be here knowing full well what he is and what he’s capable of? That being said…he wasn’t going to put a stop to this anytime soon. It seemed that Willow’s touch was the fire he’d been craving all this time.
“It’s all right, love,” Spike murmured, spreading his thighs and curling his arms behind his head. “You can touch me all you’d like.”
A bright smile curled the corner of her lips and she attacked him again, grinding her pelvis against his and dry humping him for all he was worth.
Her arousal assaulted his nostrils and in a swift movement, she was the one on her back with her skirt bunched up around her waist. His fingers unsnapped the buttons on his jeans and his cock sprang free, twitching in anticipation.
He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed himself inside. Willow moaned and rocked her hips, meeting him on each down stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades and her teeth nipped at his neck.
Spike’s features shifted to his demonic guise and his teeth sunk easily into her delicate flesh. If this was a spell, he was going to take advantage. By the end of the night, she would his and his alone. The rose would be his, and he would surround her in a garden of thorns.