1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48
Shanna
shannalynn9064@yahoo.com
Willow was dreaming. She was floating along on a big pile of oversized pillows. Her body was so relaxed as the fluffiness beneath her dipped and rocked gently almost as if she was at sea. Opening her eyes, the redhead found herself and the pillows to be floating on a brown fluid in the middle of some sort of big ceramic looking pool. Confusion flitted across her pretty face and she reached over, trailing a finger in the liquid and pulled it back quickly to blow on it.
"Oh! OW! OW! Hot! Owie!" She sucked her finger into her mouth, trying to soothe the burned flesh. Willow's eyes widened in surprise. She paused, then darted her tongue out to lick her finger again, verifying her original findings. "Hot chocolate?"
She looked at the pillow she was laying upon and reached down, pinching it, tugging a piece away. She raised it to her nose and sniffed before nibbling at the sticky whiteness. "Marshmallow?"
The witch took in her surroundings once again. When she looked up, the biggest damn vampire she'd ever seen was peering down at her with amused blue eyes.
"Spike?" Willow stood on the rocking sweetness and waved up to him. "Spike, why are you so big? And, hey, why am I so small? Spike?"
The blond smirked into the mug. "Mmmm, hot chocolate with those little marshmallows I like so much. Good thing I'm thirsty."
Willow tumbled back onto the cushy goodness as her vampire tipped the mug to his lips and she, the marshmallows and the hot chocolate raced toward his mouth. Toward those lips. 'Mmm, those lips,' she thought.
"Wait! Wait! You can't drink *all* of me!! Spike, wait! Stop!"
Willow's body jerked and she awoke with a start, heart pounding. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to remember the details of her dream. 'Huh, how's that for symbolism?'
The redhead slowly became aware of a weight draped over her waist. She reached down, fingers finding a strong arm wrapped about her. Smiling, the witch trailed her fingers lightly over the cool flesh. Spike. His hand began moving in slow circles on her bare stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts.
A cool mouth pressed kisses to one of the newer bites he'd created during their first round of lovemaking, his tongue darting out and licking the mark. Willow shuddered, feeling her response building between her tender thighs. A strong masculine leg slipped between hers, nudging her center, causing the redhead to catch her breath.
Eyes still closed, she allowed her body to be lulled and stimulated at the same time by the touch of her vampire. Her hand reached back, finding his neck and urging his head forward. Willow turned, parting her lips as she pulled him in for a good morning kiss. His soft moan filled her mouth as he deepened the kiss, taking her lips so tenderly. She ground her bottom back against him, feeling his growing erection encased in a silky material. He grunted against her lips and he pressed tighter to her bare bottom, where. . .
'Wait a minute! Hold the phones. Silky material? Spike doesn't wear underwear. . .at least he wasn't when they went to sleep, and even before that he didn't. . .'
Surprised green eyes popped open to meet aroused brown ones. It was like a freeze frame from a movie. They both stayed frozen in position, afraid to move, afraid to speak. Lips still pressed together, Angel could feel her soft breath filling his mouth. His hand was splayed across her flat stomach, thumb nudging the underside of her right breast. A muscular leg was tight against her tingling center and Willow could still clearly feel, gulp, *that* pressing against her naked bottom through his boxers.
Her fingers tightened convulsively on the nape of his neck, feeling soft brown hair at her fingertips. "Ohmygod!" She released Angel like he was a hot potato and scrambled to her knees on the other side of the bed. Looking down, Willow realized she was giving him quite a show. "Eeep!" The redhead desperately grabbed for the covers, tugging them up to clutch the sheets against her chest. The only problem with that was it left Angel's body exposed and his response to her was clearly tented in his silk boxers.
The witch's wide gaze slipped from the vampire's sheepish face, down to his, erhmm, morning visitor, back to his face, then she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
"It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. Not real. No Angel in my bed. No vampires with a happy in my bed. . ." Willow's eyes sprung open once again, this time darting around the room in search of the vampire that *should* be in her bed with a happy. The dark vampire was pinned in place by her suspicious gaze.
"Where's Spike?"
Angel looked around the room, conducting his own visual search for the blonde. "I don't know." He extended his senses to the bathroom, but his grand-childe's presence wasn't there either.
"You. . .you didn't. . ." The redhead gripped the covers tighter, searching the sheets with one hand for any signs of dust.
Angel's eyes widened at he realized what she was doing. "Willow, no! I wouldn't. . ."
"I told you last night I was fine. That he didn't hurt me." The redhead's voice began to take on a hint of hysteria. "Spike?" She tugged the comforter from the bed and wrapped it around herself, heading over to check out the bathroom. "Spike?!" She was in full panic mode now.
The door burst open and the blond entered quickly, face in full vamp mode. He saw his witch standing in the middle of the room wrapped in bedding. Her panicked eyes were swimming with tears as she turned to him.
"Spike!" She was across the room and in his arms before he could say a word. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist as she buried her face in his chest, babbling incoherently about hot chocolate, marshmallows, good morning kisses, vampires with happies and dusted lovers. Spike tried to piece it all together while making a futile grab for the falling comforter. Shrugging he held his naked Red and rubbed soothing circles on her back, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head.
He looked up to see his grand-sire rising from the bed, walking uncomfortably toward he and Willow. Spike arched an eyebrow at the elder vampire, eyeing his fading erection with amusement.
"Willow, I'm so sorry," Angel said sincerely. He had been awakened when the redhead had started from her sleep, and it had been so long since he found himself in bed with a warm naked woman in his arms. When she'd started wiggling against him, then that kiss. . .
"I didn't mean to . . .,' his voice trailed off. He didn't mean to what? Touch her like that? Kiss her? Be aroused by her? What could he even say? "I'm sorry, Willow, really. I never should have tried to. . ." The vampire looked down in shame, only to raise eyes quickly to the ceiling after staring at her naked body pressed against Spike.
"What did you do to her Peaches?" Spike asked quietly. He tried to get his grand-sire to look at him, but the other vamp seemed to suddenly find something very interesting in the overhead light fixture.
"Umm, maybe it would be best if, uh, Willow put her robe on before we discuss this?" Angel suggested.
With a blush to rival her hair, the redhead quickly dropped down to pick the comforter off the floor and wrap it around herself again. She moved quickly to the bed and found her robe laying on the floor next to it where Spike had thrown it earlier. Looking over her shoulder to make sure Angel was still investigating the ceiling, she dropped the blanket, quickly slid into the chenille and tied it closed.
She felt Spike wrap around her from behind and lightly kiss her neck. "You all right, luv?"
His witch turned in his arms, running a small hand over his face lightly, reassuring herself he was here and all right. "Where were you? I was so worried."
"Went up to the roof to think. Why were you worried Red?"
"I woke up and you weren't here and Angel was and I thought he was you and we started to. . .we kissed and we were getting kinda. . .but it wasn't you I knew because he had on boxers and you don't wear underwear and then I saw it was him and remembered last night when he asked if I was ok, thinking you might have hurt me, but you didn't. You were wonderful, but anyway, when you weren't here and Angel was I thought maybe he didn't believe me that you hadn't hurt me and maybe he'd hurt you. I tried looking for dust in the bed, but I didn't see any then I looked in the bathroom and you weren't there either and I called out for you and you came and I'm so glad you're ok and not a big pile of dust!" She ended her semi-hysterical babble breathless and pulled him down for a desperate kiss.
The blond held her tightly, kissing her, trying to reassure her with his closeness. He finally broke the kiss, leaning his head against hers. "I'm right here, pet. Not goin' anywhere, 'sides Poof couldn't hurt me if he tried. Hasn't got the stones for it. Just needed to do a little thinkin', is all. Went to the roof. Not gonna leave ya, Red. I promise."
He turned his attention to the guilty looking vampire standing in the middle of the room in his silk boxers. "Might want to put your robe on for this conversation, too, Peaches."
Spike led Willow back to the bed, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap as he leaned back against the headboard. Angel tied his robe and sat down, making sure to give the other two space. He was an idiot. What was he thinking? He never should have touched Willow like that without her permission. She doesn't know about my message from the Powers. Why did he do it in the first place? Why did Willow suddenly hold such an attraction for him? Not that he didn't think she was lovely, because she was, both in body and spirit. But why now?
"Willow," Spike began softly, "Peaches and I have something to discuss with you."
"You called me Willow again. This is a big thing, right?"
"Yes, it is." The blond pressed a kiss to her temple. "But first, I need you to know . . .how I feel. Know I told you I need you, but it's not just that. I love you, Red." Spike looked at his redhead, trying to gauge her reaction.
She looked at him, startled. "You love me," she asked softly. "Me? Are you sure? I mean, me?"
"I mean you, Willow. You. Love you." He leaned his forehead against hers, staring intently into her doubtful eyes.
"I don't know what to say, Spike. I mean, I've always kind of crushed on you. Thought you were cute. . ."
"I'm a bloody demon, pet. I'm not cute." The blond rolled his eyes heavenward.
Willow smiled shyly. "Well, you're cute in a demony kinda way, then. I do feel . . .something for you, I'm just not sure what it is yet. I care about you. I wouldn't have. . .," she lowered her eyelashes demurely, "you know, if I didn't. I'm just not ready to say those words. I don't want to say them if I'm not sure I mean them." Her eyes pleaded with the vampire to understand when she saw the crestfallen look on his face. She leaned closer and whispered in his hear, "It doesn't mean that I won't with time. It's all just so new. Everything's happening so fast."
Spike closed his eyes at her words. He knew she was right. Was it really just two nights ago that she had been attacked, sending them to his poofy grand-sire for help? Opening his eyes again, the blond kissed her lips softly. "I'm a vampire, pet. I have all the time in the world to wait for you."
Angel sat there torn between brooding with guilt over his behavior with Willow and chuckling at his grand-childe who had the nerve to call *him* a poof. This petite redhead had his grand-childe wrapped around her little finger. His internal debate came to a halt when he heard Spike's next words though.
"Pet, the thing Peaches and I want to talk to you about . . .well, that message the Powers sent him, it involved you, too."
"Spike," Angel interrupted, "we don't have to do this yet. Not if you're not ready for this."
"Did some good thinkin' up on that roof of yours. You may not be the Sire I knew a hundred years ago, but doesn't mean I want to see you sit on your arse and brood all day. . .and I think our talk about Angelus returnin' is a big part of this too."
"If you're sure," Angel nodded.
Willow looked between the two vampires. "What does he mean Angel, the Powers told you about me? Did they tell you something else besides what you told us?"
The two vampires made eye contact and Spike nodded his assent. "You already know they told me you couldn't make me lose my soul because it was you that performed the curse."
"Right, which I guess kinda makes some sort of supernatural sense."
"But the other part of the message is that you can also secure my soul for me, basically erase the happiness clause." Angel watched her face for a reaction and he wasn't disappointed.
Shock was the first expression that flitted across her features, then happiness as she jumped off Spike's lap to hug the dark vampire, her earlier embarrassment completely forgotten. "Angel, that's great! What do I have to do? Did they give you a spell? Some incantation? Oh, oh, do I need to get an Orb of Thesula, 'cause I've got a couple at home I keep on hand at all times. . .just in case of an emergency, you understand."
Angel hugged the witch back, afraid this may be the last time she felt this open with him once she heard the rest. He closed his eyes and braced himself for what he had to do. "Willow, you're my friend first and foremost. I want you to understand that and if you don't want to do this, it won't change how I feel about you, I promise."
The redhead pulled back in the embrace to look at him like he was insane. "Angel, why wouldn't I want to do it? It would give you your soul permanently. No more Angelus. I can't think of a thing they could make me do that wouldn't be worth it."
"Ya have to shag the Poof, pet." Spike decided to interrupt the love fest between his witch and grand-sire. Oh, yeah, that got her attention.
"What?!" Shock filled wide green eyes as she looked at the blond, then turned to the brunette for confirmation. "We have to. . .?"
"Doyle said you could secure my soul permanently if we. . .made love. Given from you to me willingly."
"Oh, well, uh. . ." Willow tried to gracefully untangle herself from Angel. "That's, uh, really interesting. Me . . .and you. . .naked and stuff."
"Willow I told you, if you don't want to, if it makes you too uncomfortable, I completely understand."
She looked at Angel like he'd grown a second head. "Angel, it's not that. How could I say no? After all the times you saved my life and everything you've done to help us in Sunnydale? I couldn't say no. Of course I'll help you. It's just. . .Goddess, Buffy's gonna kill me!"
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48