Spike knew something was wrong. Willow never missed Scooby meetings. Ever. Glancing around the shop, he noticed her ‘friends’ didn’t seem the least bit concerned about her absence. He frowned at that notion. ‘These people are supposed to be her family and they’re all too busy to give a damn.’ Without another word, he grabbed his duster and walked out.
An hour later, he found himself standing outside of Willow’s house. He had done a quick patrol to diminish his anger, killing every vampire he saw. Even the ones that pleaded for their lives. ‘What happened to honor when you died? Bloody fledglings!’ Shrugging the thought off, he started to walk up to her door, determined to find out what was going on. Lifting his hand to knock, he decided against it and reached for the doorknob. To his surprise it turned easily. He pushed the door open and hoped that she hadn’t done an uninvite spell recently. Slowly stepping through, his thoughts were answered when he stepped through the invisible barrier.
Spike looked around the main room. It was empty and dark. Focusing on the heartbeat he could hear, he followed it up to her bedroom door. Taking an unneeded breath, he pushed the door open slowly, looking for any sign of the redhead. That’s when he saw her. Her form was slumped against the wall. She was sitting on the floor with her knees tucked into her chest. Willow was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with her hair tied back and she just looked comfortable. The only scent in the room was despair. He expected to find tears considering her state, but found none. “Red?” he whispered softly not wanting to startle her.
Willow lifted her head when she heard her nickname being whispered. “Spike,” she nodded. He was the only one that had bothered to come and see her this evening.
“Luv, what are you doing? Did something happen?”
“Yeah. My life,” she replied dryly.
He noticed how defeated she sounded. Without thinking about it, he walked over to her and sat down next to her. “What happened?”
She took a deep breath. “Remember that guy I was seeing?”
He remembered. She had looked so happy the day she had met him. That was the day he could feel his heart being torn apart. “Yeah. It’s been a few weeks now, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah. We…we broke up.”
Spike was smiling on the inside. Glad that she was free of the bloke. “Sorry, luv.”
“I’m not.”
“Huh?”
“It doesn’t bother me that we broke up. It’s just…what if I’m always alone? What if I can’t find someone to be my everything? What if I can’t find someone that matches the kind of passion I have stirring inside of me?”
Spike decided this was his chance. “Do you trust me, luv?”
Willow turned to look at him, confusion spread across her face at the change of topic. “Not really. You’re a vampire, Spike.”
“Granted. Let’s try this a different way. Have you ever wanted me?”
Willow could feel her face getting flushed from his question. “Wanted you?”
He let his index finger trace the curve of her jaw line. “Have you, pet?”
Willow looked away. “Yes,” she whispered softly.
Hearing her answer sent a smile to his face. “I’ve wanted you too. More than you know. Would you trust me for one night? Just one night.”
“Only one night?”
“Only one,” he confirmed to her.
“Yeah…ok,” she said nervously.
“I better get going, luv.” Spike stood up and watched as she did the same. “I’ll be back tomorrow night so don’t make plans. Oh…and we won’t be leaving your bedroom.” He leaned down to her cheek and gently kissed it. “I will be staying the night and the following day. Get some sleep.” Without another word, he turned around and left, heading for the crypt.
Willow watched him leave and wondered what he was thinking for tomorrow. She had always had a bit of a crush on him but never acted on it. She was just shy Willow. Would she measure up to his expectations? And what was to happen afterwards? Climbing into bed, she kept the image of Spike in her mind until she fell asleep.
Spike was lying on his bed on the lower floor of the crypt, thinking of all of the delicious things he could do to Willow. There were so many possibilities. He wanted it to be something she would always remember. Something she would always think back on.
The next evening before sundown, Willow walked into her house. She left her bag by the coffee table and made her way up the stairs. Turning the corner and walking into her bedroom, she suddenly froze. She noticed the heavy drapes on her windows first. Taking a few steps into the room, she looked at the bed. Her cotton sheets had been replaced with silk and there were three garments of lingerie with a white rose lying on the bed. She glanced around the room quickly, but didn’t see anyone. Willow picked up the envelope that was resting next to the garments. It was a plain white envelope with her name written across it. Carefully, Willow pulled out the letter and started to whisper out loud the words in the letter.
Dearest Willow,
Pick one of the garments and change into it. The other two are yours to keep.
Put them away and I’ll see you soon.
William
Willow looked at the garments. The first one was a simple emerald lace bra and panty set. Passing it, she looked at the second one. It was a silk cream sleeveless nightgown that draped to the floor with a slit up the side, resting high on her thigh. She ran her hand over the material, feeling the cool silk underneath her fingers. Glancing at the third choice, she knew that was the one she wanted to be wearing when Spike arrived. It was a simple black silk teddy with a small slit on both sides. The teddy came with a black lace thong. She ran her fingers over both items and her body shivered. After folding up the other two items and putting them away, she pulled her clothes off. Sliding the silk and lace over her body, it felt like nothing she had ever owned. The color contrasted against her skin and the silk felt like ice.
Spike leaned against the doorway in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She was oblivious to his presence. He had left his crypt a couple minutes before sundown and now the darkness was beginning to settle in. He held a lit candle in one hand and a metal object in his other hand. “Aren’t you a vision?”
Willow spun around quickly. “Spike! You’re here…already.”
“Expecting someone else?”
“No. No.” Glancing at him, she noticed how the flame from the candle bathed his body in light. What she couldn’t see what was in his other hand.
Spike walked past her and over to her night table. He placed the candle down and the other object next to it. That’s when Willow saw what it was. Handcuffs. Her body froze for a moment. She could feel her heartbeat staring to pick up.
Spike wondered if she would still trust him for one night now that she had seen the handcuffs. While she was temporarily in shock, he walked over to her and behind her. He gently pushed one of the straps of the teddy down, gently kissing her shoulder. Putting the strap back up, he leaned into her ear. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
His actions and words seemed to pull her out of her trance. “You um…you’ve imagined me?” she squeaked.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned.
As Willow turned around, he caught her lips in a tender kiss. It only lasted a second before she pulled back. Gathering all of her courage, she grabbed the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head. As the garment came free, she threw it to the floor. She started to slide her hands over his chest but stopped almost as soon as she started.
Spike felt her hesitate and wondered if maybe she wasn’t ready for this. “Second thoughts, pet?”
“I’m just…just nervous.”
“You can’t do anything wrong. Unless you don’t want me?”
“I do. I do want you.”
“Good,” he smirked. As he watched her blush, he leaned down and kissed her. This kiss was gentle and tender. He could smell the faint scent of her arousal as his lips traveled down her neck. Spike relaxed as he heard her sighs of contentment. Returning his lips to hers, he kissed her deeply. Feeling her hands through his hair, he let his hands linger over her body. The silk over her skin felt like heaven to him. Continuing to kiss her, he guided her backwards to the bed.
Willow pulled away from him when she felt her legs hit the bed. Surprise registered across her face. She hadn’t even felt her body move towards the bed. Spike placed his hands on her back, supporting her. “Lean back,” he whispered.
She did as she was told and Spike lowered her to the bed. He leaned back and took a good look at her. Her hair was spread out against the pillow, looking like a sheet of fire. Her pale body was the perfect contrast to the black silk sheets he had put on her bed. She was a goddess. Spike slowly pushed the silk teddy up around her hips, admiring the lace underneath. He hooked the panties in his fingers and slowly pulled them off of her, smiling when she raised her hips to help him. When they were free of her body, he dropped them to the floor. Climbing in between her legs, he started to plant soft kissed on the inside of her leg…up her thigh until he reached the desired spot.
Willow watched Spike. He was graceful in everything that he did. She almost felt like it was a dream.
Her arousal was getting the best of him. The only thing he wanted to do was shag her until she couldn’t move. That would come. Right now, he needed patience. He parted her lips gently, drifting his tongue against her slit. When she spread her legs farther a bit more, he did it again. Spike slid his hands up her body, letting them rest on her hips. He wanted to hold her still while he pleasured her. Sliding his tongue over her slit again, he ran various circles of her clit. He could hear her uneven breath and took that as a sign to go further. Dipping his tongue in, he tasted her. Her taste sent the rest of his senses into overdrive. Gently he began to suck when he felt her hands in his hair urging him on.
Willow was melting in his hands. The moment he touched her. The moment he kissed her. And the moment he tasted her. She wanted his hands everywhere. She just wanted him.
Spike felt her slowly move her hips against his face. He slipped his hands under her ass as she lifted it and brought her impossibly closer to his face. He leaned his face slightly to the side and started to suck. The gentleness was gone and need took its place.
Willow could feel the familiar tingle in her stomach. The new angle gave Spike the opportunity to possess her completely. She could hear herself moaning his name, her breath coming in short spurts. She grabbed his hair tighter as she felt her orgasm exploding through her body, but he didn’t quit. He didn’t even skip a beat. Arching her back off the bed, she screamed his name.
After he let her ride out her orgasm, he pulled away from her and gently kissed her lips. Spike drifted his mouth to her ear, gently nibbling along her earlobe. “You taste exquisite,” he whispered. “I could drown in you and be complete.” As she reached out to touch him, she grabbed for his jeans, wanting to feel him. Spike pulled away. “Uh-uh. There will be time for that later.”
“Spike,” she pleaded.
“You can beg all you want later, luv,” he smirked. Grabbing the bottom of the teddy, he lifted it above her head, tossing it to the side. Willow layed down on the bed, watching the vampire above her. Spike leaned down and started to kiss her. He layed down next to her and trailed a finger along her legs, bringing it in between her legs. Spike wanted to make sure she was ready for him. Sliding two fingers inside her, he heard her gasp in surprise. She tried to hold him closer to her body but again he moved back. He withdrew his fingers and smirked. “It’s time for you to trust me, luv. Close your eyes.”
Willow did as she was told but she wasn’t sure why. You never close your eyes around a vampire. It was an unknown rule. Before contemplating it any further, she heard a click and her eyes flew open. Looking at her arms, she knew. She was handcuffed to the bed. “Um…Spike…”
“Yeah, luv.”
“Do I…have to be handcuffed?”
“If you let yourself, you’ll enjoy it.” Pushing himself up from the bed, he removed his jeans quickly. Willow watched him appreciatively. She could feel her breath catch in her throat.
Spike knew he was more than ready for the girl. He had wanted her for awhile. Stroking himself twice, he knew this was it. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself at her opening. Guiding his cock with his hand, he slowly entered her, letting out a gasp of his own at her warmth. He stilled for a moment letting her adjust. Feeling her trying to rock against him, he knew she was ready. He brought his hands up, letting them brush against her nipples as he started to move slowly within her.
Willow struggled at the handcuffs. She wanted to touch him. To feel his cool skin under her warmth.
“They’re not coming undone, luv,” he whispered. “Enjoy this. Enjoy me.”
She looked into his eyes and could see the emotion that was within him. It was then that she gave her body over to him.
Spike raised her hips slightly, feeling himself enter her more deeply. A moan escaped from both of their lips. He continued a slow rhythm, letting her feel every bit of friction from their bodies. She could hear herself moaning his name, wanting him more and more. He leaned down into her body, continuing his pace while he kissed her neck. Spike could feel the emotions heightening in Willow. “That’s it, baby,” he mumbled into her neck. He could feel her starting to flutter around him.
“Spike….Spike…” she started to pant. She was so close, she could feel it. She just needed to be pushed over the edge.
As if reading her mind, Spike gave in to her plea. He pushed into her a little harder while his hands drifted across her body. Finding her nipple, he squeezed it hard, smiling when she yelled his name and clamped down on him. Spike could feel her body trying to milk him of his release. As Willow started to come down from her erotic high, he dug his fingers into her hips, thrusting deeply into her. Instead of the pure tenderness, it was now about need. There was still a layer of tenderness to his actions but above all it was about wanting.
Willow could feel him stretching her further and further with each thrust. She knew he was letting his demon out to play a little bit.
“Willow,” he moaned.
She rolled her head back moaning out of pleasure from Spike and out of frustration of not being able to touch him. Spike could feel the need in him rising. He wanted her in every way possible. He started to pull out of her slowly, only to thrust back into her hard.
“Spike!” she screamed. “Need to touch you.”
Spike enjoyed her chained to the bed but the truth was he needed her to touch him too. Reaching over to the table, he grabbed the key and unlocked the cuffs, hearing them fall to the floor. The minute her wrists were free, he felt her arms around him, her hands on his body.
When Willow felt her wrists undone, her arms circled his body, pressing him closer to her. Leaning up she started to nip at his neck, enjoying when he started to slam into her. She wanted to feel everything he could give her, everything he could do to her.
He continued fucking her hard. The more he needed her, the more she seemed to respond to him. “Want to bite you,” he mumbled. “And I can’t. Bloody chip.”
Willow raised her hips to meet his and let her mouth drift to his ear. “If you can draw blood, do it.”
Spike heard her words but couldn’t believe it. “You sure?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “So close Spike.”
Spike knew he was close as well. The thought of blood brought his demon to the surface.
“Spike…Spike…please…”
He didn’t need another invitation. He knew he couldn’t bite but he wondered if drawing blood would affect the chip. He could feel her starting to flutter around him for the second time that night.
“So close, baby. Spike!”
Spike swiped a fang across her chest, watching the blood come to the surface. He licked the wound, closing his eyes as the blood hit his tongue. He felt her body starting to tremble around him.
The blood play gave her the push to go over the edge. She dug her fingernails into his back, knowing she was drawing blood.
Feeling her nails in his skin, he swiped his fang again. This time the wound was smaller and deeper above her right breast. “Willow,” he growled as he thrust into her one more time, empting himself into her. He leaned down to the wound and started to suck on the cut, taking in as much blood as he could. After being milked of his release, he brought his face up from her skin and melted back into human features. Exhausted, he collapsed.
After a few minutes, he lifted his head and placed a kiss on her stomach. Pulling out of her, he layed next to her on the bed.
Willow was still going through aftershocks from her powerful orgasm. She leaned partly over him. He was watching her. She felt his fingers graze the side of her face. She wanted to tell him how complete she felt. How right it felt, but she couldn’t. Instead she layed her head on his chest and drifted to sleep as his fingers glided through her hair.
He felt her resting on his chest, her breathing becoming even, indicating she had fallen asleep. He had wanted to tell her what that had meant to him. How he felt about her. But knew he would never tell her.