Losing Battles

"No! No, that isn't the end of the matter, at all!" She stood, her
hands on her hips, staring him down. She knew what the outcome to
this argument would be. She knew that she had already lost, but
refused to admit that perhaps she, super brainy wicca girl, was
wrong, and maybe, just maybe, the stupid, chipped, evil vampire was
right. She just couldn't bring herself to admit that. So instead,
here she stood, desperately trying to twist this argument any which
way she could so that she might be able to hold onto the few shreds
of dignity she still possessed.

"What do you mean that isn't the end? I just explained the entire
bloody thing to you. How can that not be the end?" He was starting
to become more aggravated now, and she knew she should really back
off, but despite her extensive book smarts, she was never one to
really know when it was time to back down from a fight.

"Well, I happen to think you're wrong," she announced, nose in the
air, as if she had just won a great victory. He stood, staring at
her, his face completely unreadable. Several seconds passed,
feeling more like hours, and she could feel herself growing more and
more nervous, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other,
awaiting the eruption she knew was inevitable.

Suddenly, she heard a low, deep growl just before he exploded into a
tirade, stomping about in front of her, pacing back and forth.

"You think I'm wrong? You think I'm wrong? What in the bloody hell
do you mean you think I'm wrong? I know what I'm talking about here,
witch. This isn't some ridiculous math equation. I didn't forget
to carry the one. It's facts, plain and simple. I'm right and
you're wrong! End. Of. Bloody. Story!"

"Oh, yeah…well…So's you're face!" Damn. That comeback never works.
Really gotta get that one out of there.

"What?" He looked at her, a confused look on his face. "What the
hell is THAT supposed to mean?"

"I…I…it means…" she faltered, her face growing redder in
aggravation, "that you are…nothing but a…big…stupid…mean vampire!"
A smile broke out across his face at her words, causing her to shake
in anger.

"Well, thanks luv. Didn't know you cared."

"Go to hell!"

"Pardon me?" The smile melted quickly from his face, cold anger
returning.

"Go. To. Hell," she repeated, slowly.

"Watch it, little girl," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

"Oh! Big tough vampire getting all demanding now, is he?" She said
with a snort and a roll of her eyes. She knew she had nothing left
but to resort to petty child logic at this point.

"You like it when I get demanding," he whispered seductively,
stepping up and sweeping her hair back behind her shoulder.

"Drop dead," she muttered, avoiding looking at him. Grabbing her
chin, he jerked her face up to meet his gaze.

"Bit late for that, now isn't it luv?" He said with a grin.

"Bastard," she whispered. He gripped her arms tightly and pulled
her a bit closer, holding her firmly.

"Watch it, pet, you're on shaky ground as it is."

"Watch me quiver," she shot back with another roll of her eyes.
Still smiling, he ran a cool finger from her ear, slowly down her
neck, caressing the soft skin around her collarbone. He felt her
shudder slightly under his touch and chuckled to himself, enjoying
the scowl marring her beautiful face as her own body betrayed her.

"Promises, promises pet," he whispered. "But you know you have been
a very bad girl, going on with the yelling and the pouting, not to
mention the bad language. Think maybe I should teach you a lesson
or two before I make you…quiver."

"Fuck you," she replied, her voice low and husky, her breath
catching in her throat.

"All in due time, luv, all in due time," he said, before his mouth
descended upon hers, his lips capturing her own in a punishing kiss.
Soon his tongue was tracing the outline of her mouth, demanding
entrance, which was quickly received as her lips parted and she
gasped for breath. His tongue swept in, exploring the depths of her
mouth, tasting her, claiming her as his own.

Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers clawing at his back. With
a slight smile, he nipped at her lower lip with blunt teeth, and
chuckled when she gasped into his mouth. Hearing him laugh, she
suddenly broke the kiss, panting for breath, and tried in vain to
push him away, her hands pressed against his hard chest.

"Now, now, none of that," he chided, his lips curled up into an
amused grin, causing the anger to again bubbled up inside of her.

"You are such a cocky bastard," she told him.

"And you, pet, are a very naughty little girl that is about to learn
a good, hard lesson," he replied, before suddenly grabbing her waist
and lifting her. He heard her squeal as he tossed her over his
shoulder and turned to make his way up the stairs to her bedroom.

He tossed her onto the big, soft bed and she immediately rolled to a
sitting position, scowling at him. She moved to climb off, only to
find him towering over her, a strong hand clamped onto her shoulder,
keeping her seated.

"Now, behave yourself, or you'll make this last even longer," he
warned in a low, yet amused voice.

"Promise?" She shot back, crossing her arms across her chest in
defiance.

"I guarantee, pet," he whispered, leaning down and brushing a bit of
red hair behind her ear. She shuddered slightly and turned her head
up and to the side, closing her eyes and noting to herself that the
old Cordelia Chase of Sunnydale High would have been proud at that
moment of just how self-righteous she appeared.

He reached out and gently grasped her chin, turning her back to face
him. "Are you finally going to admit that I was right and you were
wrong?" He asked, a small smile gracing his features. She simply
glared at him, not saying a word. "Right, still the stubborn little
brat then, is it?" He said with a little more frustration, as he sat
next to her on the bed.

She looked over at him, worry creeping into her eyes for the first
time that evening. "You aren't really going to..." she trailed off,
not willing to accept her fate just yet.

"Oh, I'm going to pet," he smiled broadly at her, clearly enjoying
her sudden discomfort.

"Well, you can't! You just can't! I...I'm a grown woman who..."

"Who is acting like a spoiled little girl right now," he
interrupted, causing her to pout in aggravation.

"And anyways, I still say YOU were wrong and I was right!" She said,
reaching out and poking him in the chest in emphasis of each word.
Moving with lightning fast reflexes, he grabbed her outstretched
wrist and yanked her to him, pulling her up and over his lap,
causing her to squeal in surprise and struggle against him.

"I've had enough of the games, pet," he growled. "Time for the
punishment." With one hand holding her struggling arms behind her
back, the other lifted up and swiftly came down upon her covered
cheeks with a loud smack. She jerked forward slightly and let out a
gasp as the sting spread across her skin. Before she had a chance to
contemplate what was happening, his hand descended again down upon
her ass.

"Spike, stop," she whined, writhing on his lap. Shifting her
slightly, he could feel himself harden, pressing into her stomach,
and smiled slightly.

After a few minutes of continual spanking, he stopped, rubbing her
warmed bottom for a few moments, feeling the heat rising through the
cloth of her skirt. He heard her moan softly as she arched up into
his soothing hand, and chuckled to himself. Reaching down, he slowly
lifted her long, flowing skirt, causing the redhead to renew her
protests, and arched an eyebrow at the lack of clothing below the
skirt.

"No panties, luv?" He whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder
and renew her protests.

"Spike, stop. You can't…mmmmm…I mean, you…" Willow's mind fell to
pieces as she felt the blond vampire rubbing the palm of his hand
over her heated flesh. After a few moments of rubbing, she suddenly
noticed his hand disappear, just before it came down on her
unprotected ass with a loud smack.

Willow arches her back as her body jerked forward slightly. Just
before she was about to begin protesting again, she felt Spike's
hand resume the rubbing. After several moments of simple, teasing
rubbing, Willow began to squirm on his lap.

"Spike, please, I…" Before she could get further, the hand slipped
down between her legs, sliding along her slick opening, and she
gasped, arching further into the touch.

"Oh, goddess, Spike…right there…more, I…" Willow let out a
disappointed moan as she felt the hand again disappear.

"Please, Spike…" She whined.

"Just say it, pet," he whispered, leaning down and letting his
tongue dart out, lapping lightly at her ear. "Just say that I was
right and you were wrong."

Willow felt the fight in her return, and bucked up again, trying to
wriggle free.

Deciding to switch tactics, spike lifted her easily and tossed her
onto the bed again. Before she could even sit up, he was on top of
her, covering her body with his own, pulling at her shirt, tugging
it over her head and off, tossing it to the floor. A second later,
the skirt followed and she found herself completely naked, laid out
before a still fully clothed vampire.

Willow shivered as she felt him move up her body, his denim and
cotton rubbing against all the right place at all the right time.
She moaned softly as his lips captured hers in a bruising kiss and
one hand reached up, tangling in her long, red hair, the other
slipping down to first one breast, and then the other, pinching and
pulling at each nipple.

Willow was quickly losing herself in a sea of Spike. All she could
see, feel, smell…was all Spike and she wanted…needed more. Reaching
an arm out, Willow began to pull at the buttons on the vampire's
shirt, desperate to get closer to him.

"Tsk, tsk," Spike whispered, seduction thick in his voice, as a sly
grin slipped across his lips. "Naughty girl, haven't been given
permission yet."

"Spike, please, need more," she whined, not caring that she was
begging at this point.

"Just say the word, luv, and you can have it all," he told her,
hoping she would give in. The truth was, he wasn't entirely sure
how much longer he could hold out like that, himself.

With a sudden burst of strength that neither of them knew she
possessed, Willow had them both flipped over, she now straddling his
waist, leaning down, kissing and sucking her way up and down his
neck.

Again, the feeling of his fully clothed body against her naked one
was overwhelming, but she wanted more from him, and the clothes were
standing in her way. Immediately, she began to fumble with the
buttons of his shirt, eliciting a growl of her own in frustration,
before grabbing the garment and ripping it open.

As she began to undo his pants, Spike gripped her shoulders and
rolled them back over, once again covering her body with his own.
Quickly removing the rest of his clothes, he positioned himself at
her entrance, already feeling the heat coming from her. Willow
tried to lift her hips up in the hopes of speeding up this process.
She wanted him inside her, now, but Spike was not having it.
Holding her firmly, he gave her his patented smirk, knowing he had
her now.

"Say it, Willow," he said, his voice low and husky.

Willow closed her eyes and groaned, again trying to move, to no
avail. Finally, she looked up at him, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, Spike. Alright? You were right, and I was wrong. It's NOT
more interesting when one of those stories on the internet is left
off with a cliffhanger. I get that, okay? You're right…now fuck
me."

"Damn straight, I'm right," she heard him mumbled triumphantly, just
before thrusting fully into the her, a satisfied smile appearing on
her face as she cried out in pleasure. She hated to admit that she
was wrong, but then, sometime loosing the battles was part of the
strategy in winning the war.