Searching Afterlude
by Kaz
As they reached the top of the stairs, Spike pushed Willow against the wall, pressing his lips to hers. She groaned at the contact, opening her mouth to his. As their tongues began to taste and explore each other�s mouths. Spike�s hands found their way under Willow�s shirt. She shivered as his fingers lightly brushed over her stomach, making their teasing way up to her lace-covered breasts. She moaned into his mouth as he cupped her breasts, her erect nipples pressing into his palms. She thrust her breasts toward him as they continued to kiss, begging for more. Willow whimpered in disappointment when he broke away. �Let�s move this to your room, pet,� he said, his voice thick with desire.
She looked up at him, seeing the lust evident in his blue eyes and nodded, letting herself be led to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and leaned against the pillows as Spike shut and locked the door. She raised an eyebrow quizzically at him. �No-one�ll be home for another few weeks, Spike. There�s really not need to lock the door.�
�I don�t trust your little friends, luv. Besides I wouldn�t put it past the Poof to come storming back here, ready to defend your virtue,� Spike commented, moving toward Willow.
Willow smiled and shook her head. �Nah, Dru wouldn�t let him,� she replied.
This time Spike raised an eyebrow. �And why�s that, pet?�
Willow simply shook her head in mute refusal to answer as her hands moved to her shirt, grabbing the hem. All questions left Spike�s mind as he watched the witch peel the shirt over her head, revealing her white lace encased breasts to his eyes. He swallowed and marveled at the beauty that was before him. He opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by a movement from Willow. She raised one hand and made a �come hither� motion with her finger.
Spike nearly ran the remaining two feet to Willow�s side; reaching out a reverent hand to touch her face softly. �You are mine, Willow. You know that don�t you, my pet?� He asked softly, looking into her emerald eyes. She nodded shyly, smiling and feeling her heart burst with love at the simulataneously tender and possessive expression on his face.
�And do you know that I love you more than anything?� He inquired, receiving an affirmative nod once again. �Good, now let me show you,� he continued, pushing Willow softly back onto the pillows.
His hands seemed to touch everywhere at once, leaving Willow shaking with desire. He lifted her up, unsnapping and removing her bra in a single motion. He stared at her small, but beautifully formed breasts and could not resist, leaning over and taking one in his mouth. He heard Willow gasp at the feeling as his hand reached up to fondle her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Willow�s mind spun with the intensity of the feelings that coursed through her body. She moaned when she felt Spike begin to moving downward. She tensed in anticipation as his mouth, lips and tongue lazily made their way to her navel, pausing briefly to tease it. When he reached the waist of her jeans, he deftly unbuttoned them with one hand, pulling the zipper down. Willow arched her hips, allowing him to slide her jeans off and drop them to the floor. It was then that his lips began their trek south, moving over her stomach, past her navel, reaching the edge of her white lace panties.
Spike looked down at the small scrap of lace and smiled with mischievous delight. Without warning, he tugged hard on the panties, causing the sides to rip and fall away, exposing Willow�s mound to his hungry eyes. He leaned down, nearly purring in pleasure as he smelled her arousal. With one hand he parted her folds. Leaning down further, he kissed her clit softly, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure. �Oh Goddess, Spike,� she gasped out as he began to tease her clit with his tongue. He smiled to himself and ran a finger up and down her wetness. She spread her legs wider, thrusting up to that one questing finger and that glorious tongue. �More, please, oh Goddess Spike, more.�
Spike chuckled as he heard her pleas, and continued to tease her, lightly flicking her clit with his tongue, using his finger to dip slightly into her channel. Before long before she began to shake with need, murmuring his name like a mantra over and over. It was then that Spike thrust two fingers into her passage at the same moment clamping down on her clit with his lips and sucking. Willow�s scream of pleasure rang out as she peaked, her walls clenching around his fingers, flooding them with her juices. Spike continued his ministrations until she began to relax, shuddering with pleasure. He gently let go of her clit and slowly removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. He was stopped by small hand which tugged his fingers toward her own mouth. He groaned aloud, feeling himself get impossibly hard at the sight of her little tongue flicking out and licking her own wetness from his fingers. She took his fingers into her mouth, sucking, all the while maintaining eye contact with the blue eyes of the vampire. Spike began shaking, amazed at the lust in the witch�s eyes. His eyes widened as she sat up, releasing his fingers from her mouth. His hand dropped uselessly to his side, as his eyes watching helplessly as she leaned forward, grabbing the hem of his tee shirt. To his surprise, she didn�t pull it over his head but rather ripped it right up the middle.
�Two can play at that game, Spike,� she said with a smirk as she took in his chiseled chest and hard abdomen. She pushed the tattered remains of the shirt to the floor and pulled Spike toward her. She leaned back on the bed while he loomed over her, holding himself up with hands on either side of her torso. She smiled as she looked directly into his eyes.
�That was my best t-shirt, pet. I think you�ll have to be punished for that,� Spike murmured before claiming her lips with his own. Willow shivered at the tone of his voice. It was deeper than usual, causing an inexplicable jolt of electricity to run through her, touching her at her core. ::Wait a minute, did he say punished?:: She asked herself as she continued to be kissed breathless. She tore her lips from Spike�s and managed to catch her breath enough to squeak out, �Punished?�
Spike grinned down at her. �Well, maybe not tonight,� he replied before reclaiming her lips. Willow soon forgot about her threatened punishment, lost in a sea of returning need. She reached down, tugging ineffectively on his jeans. He chuckled as her tugging became more and more impatient. Finally, he stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them quickly to the floor and stood, posing like a model for Willow. She giggled at his sudden playfulness before grabbing his boxers and quickly pulling them off. Her hands reached out for his thick cock, running over it lightly. Spike swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure under the onslaught of the witch�s hands.
He was unable to keep it however, when he felt her tongue licking his cock. He groaned aloud, and looked down. ::Bloody hell,:: he thought to himself, almost coming at the sight of the redhead with her lips wrapped around his shafts. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back. She looked at him with quizzical eyes before understanding dawned She whimpered in anticipation as he joined her on the bed, positioning himself at the entrance to her weeping passage. She held her breath for a moment, before expelling it forcefully as he thrust into her. �Oh Goddess!� She shrieked as he filled her, stretching her almost painfully.
�You okay, pet?� Spike managed to ask, halting the thrust of his hips.
Willow looked at him in annoyance. �Spike, if you stop now I�ll turn you into a rat,� she promised. He began to laugh until he saw the seriousness in her face. His eyes rolled back in his head as she rocked her hips against him, drawing him farther inside of her. He groaned and began moving in and out of her tight, hot channel.
Willow�s hips met his with each thrust, her clit rubbing against his pubic hair. Their movements became more frenzied as they spurred each other to new heights. With each motion Spike felt his orgasm approach. He looked down into the face of the woman who had sacrificed so much to free him. She gazed up at him, on the precipice herself. She turned her head, baring her neck to him willingly. Accepting this unexpected yet revered gift, he leaned down, his face changing, sinking his canines into her neck gently. He felt Willow�s passage clamp down savagely on his cock as he heard her scream the onset of her orgasm. The combination of her blood rolling down his throat and the feel of her muscles on his cock was too much. With a strangled cry he came, spilling his coldseed inside of her.
They lay entwined for a few minutes, both too spent to move. Finally, Spike regained some strength and pushed himself off the small redhead. Willow made a small noise of displeasure at the departure of her lover�s weight from her body. She smiled in satisfaction as she was pulled close into his side. �You know you�re mine from now on, don�t you pet?� Spike asked softly, basking in the afterglow, but needing to make sure Willow acknowledged his claim on her.
Willow smiled secretively to herself before answering. �Yes. I�m yours. Forever.�
THE END.
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