Here's another old fic of mine for Wayback Wednesday. This one is for my Spillow lovers.
“It’s me isn’t it?” Willow asked Spike sadly. Spike stopped pacing and looked at her, his face in a form of shock.
“What are you talking about?”
“You came here looking for Buffy and settled.”
“It’s always ohh you’re like a sister to me. Or ahh you’re such a good friend.” She sighed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’d bite you in a heartbeat,” Spike said sitting down next to Willow on the bed.
“Really?” she doubted.
“I’ve thought about it.”
Spike smiled and turned to look into Willow’s green eyes.
“Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?” Spike flashed her a sexy smile and arched his brow at her.
Willow smiled back and blushed.
“I never would have guessed. You played the bloodlust kinda cool,” Willow said surprised.
“Yeah I hate being obvious. All fangy and grrr. Takes the mystery out.”
Blue eyes turned to green ones and a sad look was passed between them.
“But if you could?” Willow hesitated.
“’IF’ I could yeah,” Spike said shaking his head.
“You know this doesn’t make you any less terrifying.” Willow replied trying to make the depressed vampire feel better.
Spike sighed. “Don’t patronize me.”
Spike put his head in his hands. Willow longed to touch his head, in an offer of comfort.
She wanted to run her fingers through his peroxide locks and free his curls from the gel he applied.
He is kinda cute all depressed like this, Willow thought and then mentally slapped herself.
What am I crazy? This is Spike for goddess’s sake.
“I’m only 126,” he said lifting his head and then putting it back in his hands.
“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t we wait a half an hour and try again,” Willow said reaching out and touching his shoulder.
Spike turned towards her, his cerulean blue eyes sadder then Willow ever remembered seeing them.
“Really?” He asked hopefully.
“Sure,” she replied. Unable to help herself as her hand on his shoulder moved to his cheek and she smiled as she caressed his pale cheekbones.
Spike leaned into her warm hand and closed his eyes marveling in how her touch seemed to make him feel better. Spike’s hand reached out from its own accord and touched her knee. Willow’s eyes flew to Spike’s white hand that was splayed against the bright redness of her pants. His cold touch awakening something inside her.
Spike finally lifted his head from her hand and opened his eyes.
“How are you doing Red?” he asked her as his hand made comforting squeezes on her knee.
“I’m ok I guess,” Willow said her green eyes filling with tears.
“Oh god, I’m sorry Willow. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Spike wanted to kick himself for making her cry.
Here she is trying to make ME feel better and what do I do? I make her cry.
Willow sniffled as tears ran down her face. Spike cursed at himself and dragged her into his embrace. His cold arms wrapped around her and he rested his chin on her red hair.
Willow stiffened in his arms unsure of what he was doing. She knew it was wrong but he oddly comforted her. Slowly she relaxed into his cold embrace. Her face pressed against his t-shirt clad chest, her hot tears wetting the material.
Spike rubbed small circles against her back trying to calm her as she let out small sobs.
“I just don’t understand why he left me. Was Veruca so interesting? Is there something wrong with me?” Willow hiccupped.
“No luv. There’s nothing wrong with you. Oz is an idiot to leave you,” Spike said soothingly his fingers running through her red locks.
“I know I’m just average looking. Not the best looking rose in the bouquet…” Willow trailed off lifting her head and looking in Spike’s eyes.
“Have you not looked in a mirror lately?” Spike asked her.
Willow shook her head in the negative.
“You’re right beautiful. You have the reddest hair I have ever seen. The way the light catches it; sometimes it looks like molten strawberries and gold. Your eyes are as green as a forest. A bloke could get lost in them,” Spike said his hand cupped her cheek and forced her eyes to meet his.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Willow whispered.
“I am not, I’m the big bad Red. A vampire, I’m evil. I don’t need to lie. I am just telling you what I see,” He said seriously.
Spike looked into her green eyes that sparkled with tears. Something inside his heart tugged and he put both hands to her face and dragged her mouth to his.
Willow gasped as Spike pressed his lips against hers. Everything he had said to her, everything he had done minus the whole trying to bite her deal was soo out of character for him. And strangely it made her feel for him. Deep down she always had a sort of crush on the blond vampire.
He was soo strikingly handsome with his platinum blond hair, his deep blue eyes, his cocky strut and confident attitude. Also he looked dead sexy in that long black leather duster.
Again am I crazy? This is Spike!!! Ahh but his mouth feels soo good. Willow thought as she started to respond to his kiss.
Spike noticed the change in Willow as she opened her mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter. Shyly she ran her tongue along his, her mouth opening and closing.
Willow moaned as Spike drew her bottom lip in his mouth and sucked on it. Her hands finally found their way to his white hair. Her fingers making a mess of neat slick back that he had.
Willow gasped in needed air as Spike drew back and pressed their foreheads together.
“What are we doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Comforting each other,” Spike replied diving in for another kiss. Willow didn’t protest as Spike pushed her back against the pillows, his long black coat acting as a blanket around them.
“My god you taste like strawberries,” Spike breathed as he kissed down her neck. His fingers went to the little strings in the front of her shirt that held it together. Slowly he untied it and pulled it over her head. He left her shirt covering her face as he kissed down her neck to the valley in between her breasts.
Willow moaned underneath the ministrations of his cold tongue. He licked leisurely and pressed kisses here and there before placing his mouth over her bra-covered nipple. His cool lips were like fire as he sucked her to a hard point, leaving a trail of wetness behind as he moved to her other breast.
Her hands moved up his duster-clad arms, dragging it off. His red shirt soon followed as Willow tugged at his black shirt that was tucked into his skintight black denim jeans. Spike lifted his mouth off of her long enough to pull the offending black material off. Willow grabbed the shirt that was covering her face and flung it over to Buffy’s bed.
Spike slid his hands behind Willow and deftly undid her bra clasp. Her breasts finally free he gazed down at them lovingly.
“Do you know how beautiful you are pet?” he breathed as he suckled one nipple while his finger and thumb pinched the other.
“Spiiikkkkkeeee,” Willow moaned arching her back. Spike smiled against her freckled skin and kissed his way down to her belly button. He licked around the rim and then darted his tongue inside her button making her squirm underneath him.
He continued to kiss down her stomach to the waistband of her red pants. He undid the buttons and the zipped before tugging her pants down her legs. She was clad in just her pink silk boy cut panties.
Now that’s sexy, he though as he lifted her legs to his shoulders and lowered his mouth to her silk covered mound. He flattened his tongue against the moisture seeping from her slit and licked up and down making Willow shudder.
With a growl Spike ripped her panties from her and dove his tongue into her core licking her juices as they flowed freely. Willow whimpered in delight as Spike penetrated her with his tongue. He placed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard as he plunged two fingers into her dripping cleft.
“Ohhhh Goddddd,” Willow screamed as she came on Spike’s fingers. Spike eased up his assault on her clit when she clamped her legs around his neck. Slowly he lowered her legs and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Willow asked reaching for him desperately.
“Nowhere love. I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to,” He said seriously as he started to unbutton his jeans. Willow sat on her knees at the edge of the bed and slapped his hands away from the buttons of his jeans.
“Allow me,” she said passionately as she ripped the button fly down. Spike stared down at her in shock as she proceeded to kiss his belly button. Her tongue tracing the trail of hair that led to his very white, very hard cock. Her eyes widened when she realized how very big Spike was.
Willow licked her lips and touched her mouth to the tip of his manhood. Spike gasped and wound his hands in her flaming red hair trying to rein his demon back. Slowly she licked down his cool shaft to his balls. She looked up at him as her warm hand circled his shaft and moved up at the same time her mouth encased his sac in her mouth, her tongue tracing circles on the delicate skin.
Spike threw his head back and moaned. Willow released his balls from her mouth and licked back up his shaft. She licked at the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip before plunging his shaft deep within her throat.
“Christ Willow,” He moaned. She kept that on for a while. Licking his tip before sucking him deep within her mouth. His cock hitting the back of her throat. Spike felt his balls tingling and fought the urge to cum. With much effort he urged Willow off his shaft and pushed back down on the bed.
“I want you now,” He said looking into her eyes. Willow nodded and spread her legs eagerly for him. Spike positioned himself at her weeping slit and pushed in slowly. Willow’s eyes rolled back in her head as he eased inch after inch inside her. When he was balls deep in her he grabbed her face and kissed her deep. He thought he would explode so hot and tight she was.
“Look at me Willow,” he commanded as he started to move within her. Twin moans escaped their mouths as he thrust in and out of her. He kissed her mouth again before moving to her neck. He kissed her neck leaving little red marks. He un-knowingly got to her jugular and sucked deep on the throbbing vein. He could feel her blood pumping away and wanted nothing more then to bite her. He held back not wanting to do anything that would scare Willow.
Willow moved her head to the side and gave him better access to her neck. She grasped his head with her hand and pressed his mouth against her neck. Before Spike knew it he vamped out and his amber glowing eyes were staring at the pale throat displayed in front of him. Opening his mouth wide he bit her.
Willow cried out as her vaginal muscles clamped around his thrusting shaft. Spike removed his fangs from her neck and drank deep. Each pull of her blood was another orgasm for Willow. She clutched wildly at his shoulders as she came around him. She pulled his neck down closer to her and bit him hard drawing blood. Spike cried out in shock and came, emptying his cold seed in her warm body.
He thrust wildly into her body as she licked at the blood that was leaking from her bite mark. As his hips slowed down he pressed his mouth to hers. His blood in her mouth, her blood in his. Their tongues brushed against each other and they swallowed.
“Mine,” Spike said against her mouth.
“Yours,” Willow replied.
Spike’s eyes widened at Willow’s return of his claim and he searched her face for a reason.
“Do you know what you just did?”
“Yes…I uh I returned your claim, didn’t I?” She asked hesitantly.
“Do you know what that means?” he asked her.
“That I belong to you,” Willow murmured sleepily her eyes closing. Spike smiled and rolled off of her. He moved her to her side and spooned her. His arms possessively draped around her waist.
“And I belong to you,” Spike whispered in her ear before they both drifted off into a deep sleep.