Only For Today
by Karen
Willow just stared at Giles in horror when he finished his sentence. �But�but�� she started to say. She couldn�t do that. She just couldn�t. Hours alone in a car with him? She�d go crazy.
Giles cut her off with a look. �Willow, it�s the only way. We need the book and I can�t trust Spike to go alone.�
�Hey now, watcher! I�ll have you know that I am�well, right then. I�m untrustworthy. I�m the big bad!� Spike said cockily, speaking for the first time since Giles� announcement.
�Then why can�t you go?�
�Because I am expecting an important call! You know what I�m looking for and Spike knows how to drive. You should be back well before sunrise so go!� Giles instructed.
Willow glared at Spike, before turning pleading eyes on Giles. Giles� face remained stern.
Finally, she sighed, relenting. �Fine. Let�s go,� she muttered heading for the door.
Spike jumped to his feet, grabbing the keys to Giles� car on the way.
�Hey! I didn�t say you could take my car!� Giles protested.
�Giles, you�re making Spike and I spend hours alone together in a car. The least you can do is let us borrow yours,� Willow said from the doorway, enjoying the look of pain that crossed Giles� face. ::That�ll teach Giles to make me go anywhere alone with Spike!:: she thought to herself triumphantly, until she realized that she still had to go to L.A. with Spike. She growled at the thought. Turning on her heel, she stormed out the door and flopped into the passenger seat of Giles� car.
Giles and Spike looked at each other in confusion before shaking their heads. ::Women!:: They thought. Spike waved jauntily as he walked out the door.
Ten hours later�
�What do you mean, you don�t know where we are?� Willow asked angrily. They had gotten to L.A. fairly quickly, for which Willow was grateful. The car ride had been less than pleasant. The music Spike insisted on listening to grated on her nerves, not to mention the fact that he went at least twenty miles over the speed limit the entire way. However, once in L.A. the shop they had gone to had just sold the book to another shop, across the city. So for the past two hours they had been trying to find �Carmen�s Mystical Delights� which was supposedly waiting for them to get there. Unfortunately, they weren�t having much luck finding it.
�Bloody hell, Red! I know where we are! We�re right here. I�m just not sure where here is,� Spike retorted, looking around as he drove down a residential street. He glanced at the sky and noticed that he felt the peculiar feeling he always got near sunrise. �Fuck. We�re going to have to find someplace to stay, pet.�
�What?� Willow asked, astonished.
�Sunrise, pet. You wouldn�t want me to become a lump of ash in the driver�s seat, now would you?� Spike asked.
�Wouldn�t be too sure of that!� Willow muttered to herself as Spike turned onto a larger road. She stared out the window for a few minutes until she spotted something. She pointed to a Best Western. �There! A Best Western.�
Spike winced. There had been days when he would have simply killed the owners of a house so he could use it for the night. Now he was stuck playing chauffeur to the Slayer�s witch and staying at Best Westerns. ::Bloody hell, I�m turning into the Poof!:: he lamented to himself as he turned into the driveway.
�I can�t believe they were full! It�s a bloody Best Western for Satan�s sake!� Spike muttered as he and Willow made their way to the room.
�Well, if someone had admitted that we were lost earlier we might have gotten our own rooms!� she pointed out, stopping in front of room 518. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Turning on the light, she stopped abruptly. �There�s only one bed.�
�What? That wanker! I�m going to go down there and tear out his � ahhhh!� Spike cried, holding his head between his hands.
Willow rolled her eyes at him, waiting until he had recovered to speak. �So, you�ll sleep on the floor, right?� she asked.
Spike looked at her incredulously. �I will not! I paid for this damn room and I�m am bloody well going to sleep in the bed!� he replied.
Willow sighed and fixed her Resolve face into place. �Well, then we�ll just have to share, then. After all, it is your fault we�re here in the first place.�
Spike glared at her but knew it was a futile to argue with Willow when she had that expression on her face. As he settled down on the bed, he couldn�t resist mumbling �Yeah, it�s all my fault. I�m the man. Blame everything on me!�
Willow looked at him with a smile on her face. She knew she hadn�t been meant to hear that comment, but she had to reply. �As long as you admit it, Spike!�
�Go to bed, witch,� Spike snapped, pushing his boots off and pulling his shirt over his head. He turned to find Willow staring at him in astonishment.
�What � what are you doing?� she stammered, staring at his chest beautifully proportioned chest. ::He has amazing muscles:: she thought to herself.
Spike smirked. �Getting ready for bed, luv. What are you doing?�
�Well, put your shirt back on!� Willow ordered, crossing her arms.
�No.�
�No? What do you mean no? You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you when you�re half naked?� She asked, glaring at him.
Spike nodded. �Yep. There�s always the floor if you don�t like that idea, pet,� he pointed out, a helpful look on his face.
Willow scowled and turned to face the wall. A thought came to her suddenly. She smiled wickedly as she toed her sneakers off and unbuttoned her jeans. ::Let�s see how he likes it!:: she said to herself. She pushed her jeans to the floor and turned back to the bed, clad only in a t-shirt that reached the top of her thighs.
Spike stared at her in shock, looking her up and down. ::Bloody hell. The little witch has amazing legs!:: He admitted silently.
�Something wrong, Spike?� she asked innocently, crossing her arms which caused her shirt to ride up a little more, showing a flash of her black underwear.
Spike swallowed and looked away. �No,� he managed to get out as he pulled down the comforter and got into bed �Oh, and while you�re still up, why don�t you turn off the light?� He suggested with a smug smile.
Willow just sighed and turned the light off. She made her way carefully to the bed and got in, making sure to put some space between herself and Spike. She could hardly see a foot in front of her face, it was so dark in the room.
As she reviewed the day in her head she stretched out, throwing her hands above her head. She winced as she stretched a muscle that was sore from being in the car all day. As it released its tension, she sighed in pleasure.
�Why the sigh, luv?� asked the vampire, curious as to why the witch had let out the breathy sigh.
�What? Oh, nothing,� Willow answered absently, enjoying the feeling of her muscles relaxing.
�Oh, it sounded like something was wrong,� Spike replied, not quite sure how to continue.
�Nope, I�m fine.�
�Oh,� Spike finally said, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Willow could tell he wanted to continue but wasn�t sure how. She waited to see if he would just ask her.
�Spike?� she asked a few moments later.
�Yes, luv?�
�Just ask me.�
�What?�
�Just ask me whatever you want to ask me. The anticipation is so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife,� she pointed out.
�Oh,� he said. �Well, yes, I suppose there�s something I wanted to ask you.� Spike waited for a moment.
�Well?� Willow asked finally, getting impatient with the vampire she shared the bed with.
�Why do we fight all the time?� Spike asked in an impassive tone of voice.
Willow lay there shocked at his question. Of all the questions she could think of that was the last one she expected from him. Finally she shrugged and replied �I don�t know.�
�Sure you do. Why do we fight all the time?� Spike asked again, his voice deep.
She fought back a shudder as his voice washed over her in the darkness. ::Goddess his voice sounds even sexier in the dark!:: She mentally commented. She took a deep breath before answering him. �Maybe it�s because you�re annoying and have tried to kill me multiple times? Ring any bells there, Spike?� ::Or it could be because I find you incredibly hot and know you�re in love with Buffy. Nope, that�s not it at all. Me, jealous? Never!:: She thought to herself. �Why do you think we fight?�
::Because I want to shag your brains out but know that you�re too goody-two-shoes to actually let me:: he thought to himself. �Well, you know, friend of the Slayer, I�m a vampire. Fighting comes with the territory,� he replied.
They lay in silence for a few moments before Willow spoke up again. �Did we just have our first real conversation?�
Spike chuckled. �I think we did, pet.�
�Do you�do you think we could call a truce, just for today? I�I don�t relish the fact that I�ll be stuck in a hotel room fighting with you all day long,� Willow blurted out. As the moments passed, she inwardly cringed. ::There I go again. Giving Spike more ammunition against me. Now he�ll call me soft and a chicken and�did he just agree?:: �What?� She asked, surprised.
�I said, I think that�s a good idea, luv,� he repeated.
�Oh. Good. Well, good night then,� Willow said, feeling extremely pleased. She rolled over and buried her head into the pillow.
�Night.�
Willow rolled over and glanced at the clock. 12:00. She yawned and sat up, careful not to disturb the vampire lying next to her. She slipped from the bed and headed for the bathroom. After she turned the shower on, she carefully folded her shirt, underwear, and bra and placed them on the counter top. She stepped under the running water and quickly began washing, using the mini-sized samples the hotel had on the counter.
Fifteen minutes later she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. She dried off her body and reached for her clothes. Which were nowhere to be found. Confused, she looked on the floor and around the bathroom but to no avail. She growled as she realized that Spike must have stolen her clothes.
Wrapping the towel around her tightly, she threw the bathroom door open and glared at the shirtless vampire sitting on the bed watching Passions. �Where are my clothes? I thought we had a truce!� She snapped.
Spike grinned at her. �We do, luv. If we didn�t, I would have thrown your clothes off the balcony,� he replied, turning his attention back to the TV. Willow stomped her foot angrily and strode to the bed, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off.
�Hey! I was watching that!� Spike protested, sitting up.
�And I want my clothes!� She retorted, holding out her hand. Spike looked at her for a moment before reaching out with lightning speed and grabbing her hand, pulling her to the bed. She held her arm holding the remote off in the other direction.
�Gimme it, witch!� Spike ordered, holding her down on the bed while trying to reach for the remote.
�Let me go!� Willow said laughing as struggled beneath him. Spike just shook his head and leaned his body overtop hers, reaching out with one hand and grabbing Willow�s wrist.
As he triumphantly snatched it from her hand and looked down at her with a smirk, he realized that while they had been wrestling her towel had loosened and slipped open exposing her chest to him. He stared at her pale breasts in shock and fascination.
�Spike? What�s wrong?� Willow asked, confused, not having noticed her state of undress. When Spike didn�t answer, she looked down and gasped. �Spike, get off!� she squealed in embarrassment, her face turning red.
�Why?� He asked in a husky voice, looking up from his perusal of her chest. Her heart began to beat faster at the sound of his voice so close to her. She could feel her breasts pressed into his naked chest, her nipples taunt with excitement. �I can smell your arousal, luv. You like this, don�t you?� He asked, his eyes searching her face.
She blushed an even deeper red as she realized the truth of his words. She opened her mouth to say something, what she didn�t know, when all her thought processes were stopped by the feel of his lips on hers. They were soft and gentle against hers, begging her to respond. After a shocked moment she felt her lips move against his tentatively at first and then with more confidence. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue touched his lips lightly. He complied with her silent request and opened his as well, exploring her lips and mouth with his tongue.
She felt her nipples harden even more against his chest as his lips moved from her mouth down her jaw. He moved off of her slightly, causing her chest to rub against his. As his tongue traced designs on the side of her neck, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Spike�s hand released hers and skimmed its way up her arm and down her chest, lightly brushing over her breast. She gasped and arched her back, aching for more contact. She dropped the remote on the floor with a clatter as Spike�s mouth traveled from her neck down to her chest.
It felt like his lips and hands were everywhere, making her feel like she was on fire. His tongue trailed a path down one breast, encircling her nipple in his cool mouth. She swallowed, bring her hands to his head, holding him in place as he suckled her breast. She moaned in disappointment as his mouth moved only to turn into a guttural groan as he nipped at her other breast.
She felt the liquid pool between her thighs as she responded to his ministrations. She ached in longing as he kept teasing her breasts and nipples, moving back and forth, then up to her neck and her lips again. She wrapped her arms around his waist, moving her hands up and down his back, her fingernails digging into the muscles.
He held back a moan as she lowered her head to his neck and bit lightly on his flesh. She pushed at him to roll onto his back, which he did. She sat up slightly, admiring his chest and abs before descending her mouth onto his chest. She flicked his nipple with her tongue, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the vampire. She chuckled as she began teasing him with her mouth, tongue and hands. Her hand trailed down his stomach, pausing briefly on the waistband of his jeans, before grasping lightly on his straining cock through is pants.
As she began to rub back and forth, he pushed the towel to the floor and began running his hands along her back and buttocks. She shuddered at the light touches, hardly believing that a caress so light could make her feel so aroused. Pulling away from him, she reached for his pants, unbuttoning the top button and pulling the zipper down. She swallowed as his hard cock came into view, noticing that he did not wear boxers or briefs. Wanting to see him completely naked, she tugged on the waistband and succeeded in moving it down a few inches. He chuckled at her expression of frustration as she motioned him to lift his hips. He complied and she pulled the jeans down and off his legs. She sat back and just took in the sight of lying naked in front of her.
He propped himself on his elbows, watching her watch him with amusement evident on his face. �See something you like, luv?� He asked with a raised eyebrow. She flushed as she realized she had been practically drooling over him. He reached out and pulled her toward him, crushing her mouth to his. He felt her reach down and run a finger up and down the length of stiff member. He groaned into her mouth as her hand encircled in and started moving up and down. Her other hand held her up, as her mouth moved in time with his. He could feel the ecstasy building within him. Reluctantly, he put a restraining hand on the small hand stroking his thick cock. She broke the kiss and looked at him, hurt evident in her eyes.
�My turn, luv,� he said softly, pushing her onto her back. She smiled slightly as she realized he still wanted her. She watched with widening eyes as his fingers trailed down her stomach to the soft patch of hair below her abdomen. She gasped as she felt a finger stroke up and down her moist folds, teasing everywhere but giving her no real satisfaction. She moaned and tried to raise her hips to increase the contact but he just shook his head and held her in place with his other hand.
He leaned over and kissed her stomach, tracing her muscles with his tongue as his fingers continued to tease her. As his tongue found her navel, he pushed one finger inside of her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the witch. His mouth moved lower as he added another finger and then another, thrusting into her with a steady rhythm.
Willow felt like she was in heaven. She had never known that sex could be like this. Every place Spike touched caused her to shudder in unreleased pleasure. She bit back a cry of pleasure as his mouth moved lower, his tongue running up and down her now drenched folds. She almost lept off the bed when he touched his tongue very lightly on her clit.
�Oh, Goddess, Spike, please,� she managed to say as his fingers began thrusting into her faster and his mouth and tongue worked over her clit, alternately circling around it and sucking it into his mouth. She felt the passion building and began thrusting her hips in time with his fingers. As she reached the precipice, she felt Spike bite gently on her clit then roll it harshly around his tongue. She burst into orgasm, a strangled cry leaving her throat. �Spike!�
He continued to move his fingers in and out of her weeping passage until she came down and lay gasping on the bed. She raised a shaking hand to brush away a stray lock of hair from her forehead as she watched him lick his fingers clean. She felt herself beginning to get turned on again at the sight.
She reached for him, grasping his cool thick length in both hands. She sat up and leaned over, touching the tip of her tongue to the head of cock. He leaned back into the bed, watching as she ran her tongue up and down, swirling around the tip before repeating the process. He groaned as she wrapped her lips around it and slid it into her warm mouth. She moved down as far as she could and then bringing it out until only the head remained insider her warm cavern. He fought not to thrust his hips upwards as she plunged her mouth down again. It became harder to fight the urge as she continued, bringing him ever closer to orgasm.
�Willow�I need you,� he groaned as he felt himself begin to lose control. He sat up and grabbed her hips. She acquiesced and straddled him, positioning him at her entrance. She looked into his eyes as she lowered herself slowly down onto his thick, rock hard member. She paused for a moment as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her. She raised herself up again with exquisite slowness, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face. As she continued to torture him with the slow rhythm, she felt the feelings build inside of her again.
Suddenly, Willow found herself on her back with Spike looming over her, holding her hands above her head. She gasped as he increased the pace and depth of his thrusts, as her hips move to meet him.
She began to babble quietly as the pleasure began to crescendo again. �Oh Goddess, oh yes, yes, yes!�
Spike felt his demon come forth, his face changing and his eyes turning yellow as his orgasm approached. She was so hot and so tight he knew he wouldn�t last much longer.
Willow saw the change and knew what he needed. As he reached between them and rubbed her clit quickly she threw her head back, allowing him access.
Spike felt a moment of surprise flow through him at the sight of Willow�s bared neck. He leaned over, increasing the pace of his thrusts. He buried his face in her neck for a moment before biting lightly into it. He heard her gasp and felt her walls clench around him as she came with a scream. As her rich, sweet blood flowed across his tongue he felt his balls tighten and with a growl, he came inside of her.
They collapsed together, Spike resting most of his weight on his hands, his head still buried in her neck and his cock still buried in her pussy. Once he heard her heart begin to slow down he rolled off of her and onto his back. He turned his head so he could see her and smiled as she looked back. She smiled in reply, her chest still heaving and her face still flushed.
They lay there in silence for ten minutes, neither sure of what to say. Finally, Spike spoke up. �So pet. The truce is only for today, right?�
Willow felt her heart clench in pain, but she kept her face impassive and she nodded. �Yup, only for today,� she replied. She was startled when Spike grinned at her and pulled her toward him.
�In that case, I better get my fill of you, my red witch before the day ends!� He stated, his mouth descending on hers once again.
She smiled in happiness against his mouth as she felt her body respond. She had a feeling that �only for today� would end up being a very long time indeed.
The End.
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