Wanting. You still feel the want for warmth, for blood, for power.
The witch has power. Spike likes that. He likes the wanting he feels around her, the scent of her blood and untapped power crackling in the air around him. He likes knowing she's strong, even when she trembles beneath him, small and perfect.
Fuck, how he likes to watch her tremble, shiver, quiver against him. Willow's hair looks almost flame colored in the candlelight, her skin so pale he thinks, before he runs his tongue from the corner of her jaw to her shoulder, that it'll be just as cold as his. But it's warm, so warm...
Willow gasps slightly, body arching up off the bed closer to Spike. Her forehead creases for a moment, as if with pain or anxiety, but crumples with another breath and she arches even closer to her lover. "heh... hehEISHH! eiiSHOO! ohh..." Small, perfect sigh as Willow shudders and she tips her head back, tense again. "eiSHH!"
Red hair, white skin, and the shudder of her sneezes against him have Spike shuddering, too. She's not weak, and he knows that, it's bloody well obvious to anyone who bothers to look. Yet, during those few beautiful, short seconds she's weak and powerful, not able to do nothing more than sneeze, and ever able to make Spike want her even more.
"All right, luv?" He licks down a little lower, tongue on collarbone, soft against hard, her against him. "Should I snuff the candles?"
"N-no... just ah... ahISHH! ... t-tihh...tickly..." The scent makes her nose twitch, once, adorably, and Willow smiles. She rubs the back of her hand against her nose, smiles again when Spike growls against her skin, and then suddenly pitches forward with a strong "hiihSHOO!!"
He's already in her, and this feels like heaven, because she tightens around him, then trembles, and tightens again with another sneeze. Willow, she's power and heaven and warm blood... Spike growls again, teeth grazing her skin, just enough to taste her on his tongue before he comes.
Willow sniffles softly, curled up close to Spike, and nuzzles against his neck. "That was so good..."
"Yeah? What say you, we do it again? Better?" When she sniffles against his neck, Spike trembles inside.
God, the wanting... never stops.
