Title: The Games We Play #3 - Bath, Ouch and a Hickey
Author: Anastasia (Charlie1@acay.com.au)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none, just borrowing them for my own twisted pleasure and public humiliation.
Feedback: If you want me to continue this it is kind of mandatory - if I don't get nagged I just don't write. So please nag...in a nice, ego boosting way. Hey I have a very fragile ego - well that's what I tell everyone.
Notes: Third story in the series. I know on Buffy Spike has moved out, but in my world he is still being shuffled between Giles and Xander's. This is a mixmatched bandaid piece - sorting out things and getting rid of ppl we don't want...everyone say "bye bye Oz". For the Toe Tinglers and the dog torturers and those who are ill.
Incoherent ramblings of a slightly twisted mind...
***
It was one of those things you really never think will happen, but if you live on the Hellmouth anything is possible. So there was nothing strange about Willow sitting in a hot bath bubble bath trying to soak away the smell of her vampire lover, who was still semi naked in Giles bed, while her werewolf boyfriend sat down stairs listening to music with an ex-watcher who use to live the "sex, drugs and rock and roll" motto and earnt the nickname "Ripper". No, just another day on the Hellmouth.
Willow shook her head and sluiced the hot scented water over her tired and sated body. Despite Spike's protests that she should stay in bed with him, something she really wanted to do - its not what you guys think, she'd only caught a few hours sleep...okay so it is, she was thinking of his tongue again - instead she had panicked, rolled off Spike, grabbed her leather pants and made a quick dash to the bathroom. Luckily she hadn't been seen or heard by the occupants downstairs, their attention was focused solely on Giles record collection.
"Willow," Spike called from the other side of the locked bathroom door.
"Go away," Willow continued her sluicing.
"I can't."
"Just go away Spike," muttered Willow, she really didn't want a scene with him at the moment especially with Oz and Giles down stairs. They would probably be curious about the reasons behind it and she didn't want to have to explain anything to them. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them - and affectively her - and they wouldn't get the chance to know anything if she could just get Spike to shut up.
"My clothes are in there. I don't mind strutting round in my jeans but for some reason the watcher doesn't appreciate the view..." he paused for a moment, considering Giles unease. "Obviously got body image problems...I probably threaten him. Either that or he fancies me."
Willow groaned at the sheer egotism of his comments. Glancing about the bathroom she spotted his shirt, boots and belt near the toilet. Of course having Spike wandering around half naked certainly would raise some awkward questions. Levering herself out of the bath she dried her hands on a towel before gathering up his clothes. Unlocking the door she stood behind it, shielding herself from seeing and being seen by her tormentor, and threw his clothes out with as much force as she could muster. So much so that the clothes and boots would have landed with a loud bang against the far end of the hallway...if Spike hadn't been standing directly in front of the door. As she slammed it shut she heard a loud thud and muffled cry of pain.
"Are you purposely trying to castrate me with my boots?" he muttered through the now relocked door. She suppressed a giggle and shook her head as she got back into the bath. Served him right for pestering her while Oz and Giles were down stairs, idly she wondered why he was making everything so difficult.
"Go away Spike."
"Yeah...I'll stroll jauntily along whistling a happy bloody tune," he said bitterly, kneeling in front of the door cradling his bruised testicles. That's what he got for thinking he could barge in when she unlocked the door. "Fuck," he hissed as he rocked trying to will away the pain while still holding his balls. "So you going to kiss them better love?"
"Fuck off Spike!"
He rested his head against the door and gave a small chortle of laughter before wincing at the throbbing pain in his groin. "Ooh, I've got her mad," he sung to himself as he waited for the pain to ease so he could dress.
After an hour of soaking Willow finally decided she couldn't take anymore and her hands and skin reflected that fact as she dried off. Picking up the leather pants she shook them out and was about to put them on when a huge off-white stain in the crotch caught her attention - it was their dried secretions from LA. <Great, if I put these back on soaking in the bath for an hour will have been a waste of time.> she thought bitterly as she tossed the pants aside. She glanced wildly around the bathroom, her eyes falling on the bottle of vanilla body wash she had emptied into the bath. It was Buffy's, Giles was a firm believer in Imperial Leather soap, she had left it in Giles bathroom cupboard for when she came back from patrol and needed to bathe. Willow swung her head to look back at the towel closet, Buffy also kept a spare change of clothes there. <Thank you Buffy!> thought Willow as she pulled out some sweat pants and a shirt. Once dressed and hair combed she unlocked the door with all good intentions of heading downstairs.
"Hey!" Spike grabbed her arm as she walked past. "What's this all about?"
"What?" Willow glanced down at herself, wondering what he was on about.
"You bloody reek of the slayer," Spike spat.
Willow twisted her arm free and glared at him. "Better than being covered in your stench."
"Yeah, well I can still smell our sweet coupling." Cocking his head to the side he looked at her thoughtfully before smiling and leaning in to whisper seductively in her ear. "It'll happen again, pet. Again and again and again."
Spike chuckled as he walked towards Giles bedroom. Willow shook her head and decided he was lying, although she paused for a moment at the top of the stairs. Taking a deep calming breath she rationalised that Spike preferred to be solid rather than a big pile of dust and so he wouldn't say anything, he'd just make constant innuendo to her - she could live with that. Letting out the breath she walked down the stairs and caught sight of Giles and Oz, heatedly debating the merits of some band she had never heard of.
"Hi," she said brightly, mentally crossing her fingers and holding her breath.
"Hey," Oz walked over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before wrapping his arms around her. "Mmm, you smell nice."
<YES!> she could feel her knees go weak from relief. Breaking the embrace she felt her smile turn into a grin. "I had a bath with some of Buffy's body wash. I hope you don't mind Giles."
"No, no not at all. I expect that after a night in the city it would be a relief to rid yourself of all the pollutants and dirt." Giles didn't even bother looking up as he concentrated on searching through the records before pulling one out. "Now Oz, this is a more suitable example of what I was telling you about."
Oz pulled away and took the record from Giles, turning the cover over to examine it. Suddenly his head shot up and twisted toward the stairs. Willow, startled by the sudden movement, followed his gaze and saw Spike walking towards them. She rolled her eyes in disgust as Spike grinned and turned back to Oz.
<Uh oh.> it was the most suitable phrase for the look on Oz's face which was almost grey as it reflected indignation and fury. His fists clenched about the record as he shot a glance at Willow before looking back at Spike and throwing the record at Giles.
"You bastard," Oz yelled pulling back his furled fist and taking a step forward.
"Oz no!" screamed Willow stepping in between the two. Unfortunately for her that was a mistake. Oz's fist collided with her jaw sending her spiralling back into Spike with enough momentum to knock them to the ground. She felt arms encircle her, protecting her from the fall, before she found herself flat on her back with Spike gingerly running his fingers across her jaw.
"You're ok," she didn't know if he was asking her or telling her. Before she could manage to say anything he stood up and launched himself at Oz, hurtling them into the wall. Giles' small living room was filled with anguish howls of pain, Spike because of his chip and Oz because of the collision with the wall.
"That's enough," yelled Giles pulling a whimpering Spike off a cowering and wretched Oz. "Both of you stop it now!"
"I don't believe this." Oz pushed himself up off the floor, away from the shattered plaster and now dented wall, and looked at Willow. "How could you?"
He didn't wait for an answer before heading for the door and leaving the apartment.
"That went well," Spike said holding his aching head and walking over to where Willow was standing clutching her jaw. Her eyes were glazed over with confusion and pain. "You'll need some ice for that."
"What just happened?" asked Giles in disbelief as he watched Spike urge Willow to sit down on the couch.
"The Wolf hit Willow - or have you gone blind?" Spike sat next to Willow, closing his eyes for a moment against the blinding pain in his head, silently cursing that he couldn't rip the Wolf's heart out and shove it so far up his ass that he could cough it up for hurting Willow. As he pushed the pain away he turned and concentrated on Willow, his fingers once more running across her rapidly bruising jaw and cheek. "You okay?"
She nodded blindly, her eyes glassy from unshed tears. Her body hummed with adrenaline from the shock of being hit. She could feel Spike's thigh pressing against hers and his hand stroking her, but she felt numb. She could hear Spike and Giles talking, but the voices were muted and disconnected she couldn't comprehend what they were saying. She couldn't understand it, she had soaked in the bath for an hour, there was no way that Oz could have smelt Spike on her...on her...what had Spike said upstairs? He could still smell their coupling, of course he meant on him. Willow lowered her head and groaned at her own stupidity.
"Willow?" Giles was calling her name softly, squatting in front of her, ice pack in hand. Willow looked up, suddenly aware of the painful throbbing in her jaw. He handed her the icepack. "Here, this will help. Do you want me to drive you home?"
"Home?"
"Well, back to the dorm?" Giles asked. Willow shook her head and glanced about the lounge area.
"No, there's no point in going back there..." tears started to fall as she felt Spike's hand drop down to the small of her back, his thumb rubbing lightly. Furious at herself she blinked back the tears, hastily brushing aside the few that were tumbling down her cheeks, and tried to focus on something other than the pain that was starting to work through her. "I've missed my morning lectures already, I might as well stay here and start working on the computer."
"Oh, you don't want to see what upset Oz?" Giles asked in surprise. He didn't have the faintest idea what had happened, but he was certain that Willow would want to talk to Oz as soon as possible. The only reply he got was Willow shaking her head and a death stare from Spike, which caused him to take two steps back. "Well, whatever you think best. I'll make some tea, settle your nerves..."
Umming and erring to himself he walked into the kitchen and busied himself making tea, all the time glancing at the couple on the couch. To say they were intimate was an understatement. Spike was practically sitting on top of the girl, one hand behind her back the other tipping her head back his fingers running across her jaw. Understandably Willow still appeared dazed, she was nodding and shaking her head in answer to Spike's low constant murmur. Giles leant back against the counter top as he continued his study. There was this morning, he had been waken by Oz knocking on the door - concerned that Willow hadn't returned - and since she hadn't come downstairs Giles assumed she was still sleeping, so they had sat for a while, listening to music. By the time Giles excused himself to head upstairs to the bathroom Willow was in there. To say he was surprised to find Spike in his bed was an understatement, although Spike had muttered something about Willow kicking him out of the bathroom and the opportunity to sleep somewhere "a sight bloody more comfortable than porcelain you git" arising he had put it down to the vampires usual do-whatever-I-want attitude. But now with the apparent intimacy between the two, he began to wonder.
The shrieking of the kettle interrupted his thoughts and he shook off the irrational idea. It was silly, really. Willow was far too smart to become involved with Spike and Spike's behaviour could easily be explained - he was fond of Willow and was concerned about her being hurt. That was it. Easy. Giles smiled to himself as he carried a cup of tea back to Willow, he was concentrating so hard about the ridiculousness of there being anything between them that he totally missed Spike snatching his hand away from her thigh.
***
Spike was hanging by the door of Giles apartment. It had been four days since the altercation between himself, Oz and Willow, and it was tearing him apart. Each day after classes Willow would go directly to Giles and work on the laptop. Spike loved that time, he would "accidentally" brush up against her, or sit close enough so that his thigh brushed against hers, he would tease her mercilessly both physically and psychologically, after two or three hours of the casual caresses she would be wound so tight you could see the tension in her body. Then the bloody slayer would turn up and ruin everything by taking Willow away. Spike would leave the apartment and take his frustrations out on any demons he came across - violence was such a wonderful way to relieve the stress. They hadn't really spoken since that day; they didn't have the chance. Giles, much to Spike's annoyance, would never leave them alone together and very rarely even let them out of his sight.
Spike paused in his restless pacing and circling to risk a glance at the watcher, who was comfortably reading some book on his couch - Spike having vacated it soon after his soap opera's were over. Spike wondered if the silly old sod knew something. He had asked a barrage of questions after Willow had left that day, all of them was met with some sarcastic or condescending reply - in other words Giles had gotten absolutely nothing out of the vampire which only further aroused his suspicions. Spike shook his head and resumed his pacing - there was nothing to know because nothing was going on...yet. Yet. Spike hated that, he wanted to kill off the wolf, grab Willow and lock her away with him - but at the moment he couldn't even get her alone to talk to or even for a half decent grope.
The door opened and Spike spun, grin plastered over his face. It fell as soon as he saw the slayer standing there in all her blonde glory.
"Buffy," he growled in greeting, looking past her and being disappointed not to find Willow.
"Is Willow here?" she asked shutting the door and walking into the apartment.
"Well, no," Giles looked up from his book as Buffy sat down next to him on the sofa. "Why do you ask?"
"Long story." Buffy sighed. Giles gave her one of his patented 'go on' looks. "Oz."
"Oh for goodness sake Buffy, what do you mean?" Giles was exasperated.
"Well," Buffy took a deep breath. "This morning Oz called in to see Willow, but she was in the shower, which he said he didn't mind 'cause he'd written a letter anyway - which he gives me and asks me to tell her he was sorry."
"Sorry? What for?" Giles asked taking off his glasses and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He was getting a Buffy story telling headache.
"I'm getting to that part - I told you it was a long story!" Buffy all but growled. "Anyway Will comes back, I gave her the message and the letter. Of course I didn't want to leave her alone so I waited while she read it."
<Yeah sure, really concerned for your friend, you bloody nosey little sow.> Spike thought while mentally trying to urge her on to the point of the story.
"She just sat there - not a word for like ten minutes and then she just calmly announces that Oz has gone. I thought she meant he was going on a gig with the band, but NO! He's left again. Can you believe that? Just up and left - I thought everything was going so well." Buffy for a moment forgot what the actual point to the story was, suddenly it dawned on her. "So I was expecting tears and you know, but Willow just kept reading the letter, well I think she was reading it, then she scrunched it up tossed it over her shoulder and left. I was going to go after her then, but you know I didn't want to push her or anything, but she didn't show up to any of her classes and I can't find her anywhere. I thought she might be here."
Spike grabbed his duster and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" queried Giles.
"Out." Was the only answer he received before the door slammed shut.
"Maybe we should rethink his whole freedom plan?" Buffy suggested.
"What? No, no. He can't hurt anything..." Giles began, he enjoyed the time he had when Spike left the apartment and he certainly wasn't about to take away that privilege and have him housebound again.
"That's not the point. You don't know where he is at nights, what he's doing. What if something happened and you needed to find him? What then?" Buffy asked indignantly.
"You make it sound like he is a wayward child Buffy." Giles said. "Not a 126 year old neutered vampire."
"Well...it's just...well...he should at least tell you where he's going and when you can expect him back." Pouted Buffy. Giles shook his head and wondered if Buffy knew how much she sounded like her mother.
***
Spike grinned to himself as he walked along the corridor of the dorm. So the wolf had left, Willow was once again alone and hurting. Comfort, he was beginning to love that word. Of course before he could offer comfort he had to find her, first stop would be her dorm room. Unfortunately it was empty. As he was about to leave a framed picture next to Willows bed caught his eye. It was of Willow...with the wolf. Grinding his teeth together he took two strides and picked up the elaborately framed picture. It was taken in the middle of the day, both smiling happily, arms wrapped around each other. He concentrated on the wolf's face committing every detail to memory - he was going to kill him for causing her so much pain. Well eventually. Once he got his bite back. A slight breeze from the open window caught his attention, smiling he threw the photo out the window before turning around and singing softly as he headed towards the College Library.
Of course she was there, tucked away on the highest level sitting at the head of a huge table which had somehow been lost behind the stacks of unused books. It was easy for Spike to find her on that floor, she was the only one there and her heartbeat echoed through the stacks of musty books. He weaved his way toward that hypnotic beat, his need for her increasing with each step that he took. When she came into view he stopped, remaining in the shadows to watch as she stared unseeingly at the same page of a book for a good 5 minutes. He had come to realise a few things since that night in LA - he was certain that Willow was his, she belonged to him, her pain, her happiness, her mind, and her body. He was selfish and wanted it all and he certainly didn't want to share her with anyone, unfortunately he had no choice there she was part of the slayers little circle but he could work around that...for now. The idea that she didn't feel the same way was inconceivable to him, he knew she was physically attracted to him, even before LA he use to feel her eyes on him and these past few days she had been sneaking glances especially when he was bending over. No, she wanted him as much as he knew he owned her. Moving slowly out of the shadows he stalked towards her ready to take what was his. Pulling out a chair he sat down facing her, spreading his legs so that one knee rested against hers while the other was at the back of the chair in which she sat.
"Go away," she said without taking her eyes from the page. He took a moment to examine her profile, soft pale skin framed by titian hair which was partially tucked unruly behind the curve of her ear, wisps brushed along the lines of her cheek and jaw, dark lashes curled framing her green eyes and her eyebrows arched up finishing a picture of perfection. A piece of fringe fell forward, partially covering the green of her eye. Gently he ran his fingers through the fine silky strands to push them off her face, letting his thumb caress her cheek, a cheek that was delightfully warm under his cool touch.
"Let me make it better," he said softly resting his free hand on her thigh.
She let out a snort of laughter and a bitter smiled twisted on her lips.
"There's nothing to make better," she said softly. "I'm glad he's left, it's a relief. I don't have to pretend anymore..."
"Doesn't matter," he leant in and whispered against her ear, his hand dropping down to lightly massage her tense shoulders. "It still hurts."
"Yeah? Well I was sick of playing his game anyway." She muttered.
"I think the game has just begun, love." Spike whispered into her ear before lightly dragging his teeth over the lobe.
"Really?" Willow gasped as his hand rubbed against her inner thigh.
"Yeah...you want to play?" his arm wrapped around her back his fingers teasing the side of her breast. For the space of a sharp intake of breath he waited, his mouth gently dragging along her jaw line.
"Yes." She sighed as he kissed the triangle of flesh beneath her chin before kissing his way down her throat.
For the first time she stepped in front of Oz's fist she felt something that she liked, that she enjoyed, that she wanted. Blindly staring at the ceiling she forced herself away from the thoughts that this was wrong, that LA had been a freak occurrence, instead she let her physical needs take over. Concentrating solely on the feel of Spike's mouth and hands she allowed herself to be consumed by the sensations.
His hands burnt a path along her body. The hand that had been deftly massaging her thigh moved up higher, fingers still stroking the flesh of her thigh while his thumb rubbed the fork of her jeans. He turned her in the chair so that she sat between his spread legs, completely at his mercy. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, worrying the pulse points, sucking and nipping. One hand pulled at her back, urging her to slide forward on the chair while the other moved to the outside of her thigh, lifting her leg up and over his. He felt her soft strangled cry reverberate through the flesh under his lips as he continued his assault on her throat and allowed himself a smirk as he pulled his head away from her neck.
Taking a moment, he leant back in his chair and let his eyes drink her in. Her chest was heaving as she panted, her eyes were glazed with passion, her neck and face flushed. As his eyes continued their journey he smugly noticed her hard nipples straining against the tight deep claret material of her shirt, her legs were spread, one already thrown across his, the other resting against his inner thigh, both were trembling. She was ready and willing to be taken. Grabbing her he tugged her toward him, subtle changes made so she was straddling his lap, his hands caressing her back and ass. Their lips met and began to tease each other into a frenzy of passionate kisses.
Willow ran her hands along his chest and up under his duster to knead the hard muscles of his shoulders. She pushed his duster off, letting it fall to the ground in a heap, while her fingers caressed the thin material of his black t-shirt. One hand snaked behind him to pull him in closer as their mouths continued their ferocious battle of need. No longer happy with the tactile sensation of the fabric her fingers clawed at his shirt, pulling it loose of his jeans before delving beneath to caress his cool smooth skin. Without realising it Willow pushed at the t-shirt, finally breaking the kiss to pull it off and toss it with the abandoned duster.
"Oh my," she sighed catching sight of his nicely defined chest. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her fingers lightly traced the patterns of his muscles and slowly, torturously, explored every millimetre of exposed skin. Her thumbs brushed across his pale nipples, making them harden even more and she concentrated her exploration to within her hand span of those hard points, fascinated.
Spike watched as she let her hands play over his chest. She was enthralled, her eyes never leaving her hands, which allowed him to watch the expressions play over her face. Curiosity, need and lust. Closing his eyes he rolled his head back and concentrated on the sensations that those soft inquisitive touches were creating. His hands cradled her ass squeezing it gently, slowly rocking her against him so her crotch brushed lightly over his painfully hard cock. He could wait. Well he thought he could until her tongue circled one of his nipples and her mouth closed around it, sucking the hard puckered flesh into her warm wet mouth. His eyes shot open as his hand grasped her head while the other pulled her hips in flush against him. Holding her to him he glanced wildly about the area they were in. He could take her against the stacks, throw her to the floor or...his eyes fell on the long table she had been sitting at. His arm shot out and shoved at the books and pieces of stuff that littered its surface, sending them flying through the air as he stood up and shifted them onto the table.
"Perfect," he muttered, pushing them up to the centre of the table. He claimed her mouth once more, his fingers tugging at the hem of her long sleeved t-shirt while his tongue ravaged her mouth. Breaking the kiss he raised himself up to his knees, pulling her with him to take off her shirt. As he twisted to throw the shirt with the ever-growing pile of clothes he felt her hands once more running across his chest, one dipping down to stroke his hard cock through the heavy denim. He couldn't repress the soft moan of pleasure that left him at the feel of her fingers running across his throbbing erection. Determined not to just throw her back down and shred the rest of her clothes off he threw her shirt aside before turning back to her. He captured her green eyes with his own as he dragged his fingers lightly across her neck before letting them drop down to tease her breasts with feather like touches making her breath increase to shallow pants. Leaning in he let his mouth trace the same path his fingers had just taken, sucking against each satin covered nipple as his fingers unsnapped the clasp at the back. Pulling away he bought one hand up and snatched the bra off, tossing it aside. His tongue flicked out teasing the taunt rosy buds, making her moan and entangle her fingers in his hair while using her other hand to clutch at his back and hold her up as she leant back to expose her breasts and neck to his mouth. Holding her to him, one hand in the small of her back, the other cradling her head, he lowered them back to the hard surface of the table. He never ceased his attention to her breasts, licking and sucking each nipple, biting the undersides and making Willow buck against his mouth. Again one of his hands sought the soft warmth of the crotch of her now moist jeans, his hips rocking against hers as he fingered the denim. His erection was chaffing against his jeans, a painful reminder of his own need and he groaned against her breast as he felt her hand rub against his cock in imitation of hi!
s own fingers against her. Her other hand deftly undid his belt.
"Spike," he felt her hot breath rush across his ear and neck as her fingers nimbly popped open the snap on his jeans and forced them open. He shuddered and thrust hard against her as hot fingers circled his aching cock. "Enough already, you're killing me."
He lifted his head and looked at her flushed face. It was true, after four days of constant teasing and taunting they both wanted nothing more than a good hard fuck. Spike knew that later that night, tomorrow and all the days following he could take it slow and explore what was his. Right now that wasn't important, they just needed hard animalistic sex.
"Okay," he smirked lifting himself off her for a moment, his fingers ripping at the fly of her jeans and pulling them down off her hips. Once he had them to her mid thighs he lowered himself back down, the need to be in full contact with her body too great to ignore. Her hands were busy pushing his jeans out of the way so that his cock and balls were free of their tight confines. Spike groaned as she wiggled beneath him. Muttering curses he lifted his leg, his knee catching her jeans and pulling them down to below her knees. With a feral snarl he bought his boot down and forcefully dragged the jeans down past her ankles with enough momentum to pull her shoes off as well. That was it - she was gloriously naked and writhing beneath him.
"Spike," she growled, digging her fingers into his ass and dragging him down to her as she bent her legs so that her feet lay flat on the table. Growing impatient she reached down and guided the head of his cock as she again dug her fingers into his ass, causing him to thrust forward as she thrust up.
"Fuck," he uttered against her neck. He had been going to finger her to at least one orgasm before penetration - he hadn't expected this, hadn't expected her to be so impatient - for a moment he felt well and truly pissed that she had taken control. It was just for a moment, then he felt her heat, her wetness, her tightness and that was it, he could think of nothing else but slamming into her, making her scream and writhe beneath him.
He pulled back and thrust forward as deep as he could go in the position they were in. He felt her shudder and whisper his name. He started to thrust hard, grabbing her hands away from his body and holding them in his above her head. His gaze caught hold of her green eyes, wide and glassy with lust and for the first time in a long time he felt the need to watch his lovers face as he took her.
Spike watched as each thrust moved her body, her shoulders rocking, her head jerking back causing her hair to fan out, flashes of colour moving across the dull dark wood of the table. Soft moans and whimpers left her parted lips, her cheeks flushed and her eyes darkened but at the same time seemed to shimmer. Her whole face reflected pure ecstasy, although ghosts of soft lines of pain crossed her forehead every time he slammed deep and hard into her. But it was also those thrusts that obviously gave her the most pleasure, judging from the guttural groans she emitted. Her face was so expressive, everything was there and was eagerly being consumed by Spike. He had never witnessed anything as erotic as watching Willow while he took her, claimed her. Now, as he felt himself consumed by his own lust, he found himself drowning in the green of her eyes, her very being. He could feel her muscles start to contract and spasm, she was thrusting hard against him and her fingers gripped his with a strength he didn't know she had. Then she did the most horrendous thing imaginable to Spike at that moment - she closed her eyes.
"Willow, look at me," he demanded, this was what he needed, what he wanted, to see her pleasure, to know that it was him who was making her feel this and not some fantasy she could play out behind those closed eyes.
Willow opened her eyes and whimpered, repeating his name softly over and over again. Her head lifted off the table before slamming down and rolling back as she came, screaming his name, her eyes fixed on his. As she shuddered beneath him he felt his own climax take over and everything slowed as his body ascended and consumed hers. His hips jerked roughly as his semen spurted deep into her. He was still lost in her green eyes when a solitary tear fell from one, sliding down her temple and disappearing into her sweaty hair.
His whole body shook, as did Willow beneath him. His demon screamed for more and came to the forefront. Willow gasped and her heart, although already racing began to pound, her blood screaming though her body - even though she knew he couldn't hurt or bite her the demon still scared her.
"The games going to play out for an eternity Willow," he whispered as he lowered his face to her neck. Willow arched and whimpered as she felt his sharp canines drag across her delicate skin, scratching at the surface. She was about to scream for him to stop when she felt him shudder, his whole body convulsed. His clenched fist hit the table, shattering the silence of the area. "Fuck!"
He couldn't do it, no matter how much he wanted to mark her he couldn't. He kept his face buried in her neck and snaked one of his arms about her waist while the other tangled in her sweaty hair to hold her tight against him. Mark her, claim her, that was all he wanted to do so that no one could ever take her away from him and he couldn't. He nibbled at her salty skin, savouring her taste. Well he may not be able to mark her but he could certainly give her a hickey - which is what he proceeded to do.
Willow gasped in relief as she felt him kissing her neck. For the briefest of moments she had been terrified - whenever vampires mention eternity you should worry, she knew this. But then she realised what he wanted to do or more importantly that he wanted her. Wanted her so much that he was going to mark her. A warm fuzzy feeling enveloped her. Spike didn't just want a quick fuck, he wanted her. She rolled her head back, exposing her neck even more to his ravenous mouth, and let her arms embrace him.
Spike felt her relax beneath him and rolled pulling her with him so that they were laying face-to-face side on. He pushed her hair back from her flushed face and smiled at the huge bruise that was already marking the base of her neck. He shifted slightly, agitated by his jeans that were slung about his thighs.
"You know pet, we really have to get completely naked in a bed," he smirked and leant in to claim her lips in a kiss. "Soon!"