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Shanna
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Spike felt his dead heart sink. Willow's words hit him like a slap in the face. She was willing to shag his grand-sire. No ands, ifs or buts about it. Only thing she was worried about was the stupid Slayer's feelings.
Angel saw the look on his grand-childe's face and knew he was hurt. He didn't want this. He didn't want to hurt Spike. It was obvious he cared for Willow a great deal. He was about to offer again that they not do this when the witch turned to her vampire, worry on her face.
"Spike, you and Angel have discussed this? You're ok with it? I mean, we haven't . . .for very long. And if you don't want me to, I won't, because you mean a lot to me and I don't want to if you don't want me to, but I'd like to help Angel. But if you don't want me to. . .with him. . ." Willow's voice trailed off and she was blushing brightly by the end of her ramble.
She walked across the bed to the blond on her knees, grabbing his hand when he wouldn't look at her. "Spike?"
"He's not very happy about it, Willow," Angel told her quietly.
"Spike, if you don't want me to. . ."
"Can't have Angelus come back, pet." He looked up at her with pained eyes. "Would be a bad thing for all involved, especially you."
The redhead stared at the blond for a moment in silence before asking quietly, "Angel, can you give us a few minutes?"
"Of course. Take as much time as you need. I'm going to get a shower, then I'll be downstairs in the library."
Willow nodded her acknowledgment, but kept her attention focused on Spike as the elder vampire left the room, the door clicking quietly shut after him.
"Spike, we need to talk about this."
"Nothin' to talk about, pet." The vampire rose from the bed, pacing the confines of the room like a caged animal. "Poof explained some things to me. It has to be done. You'd be in danger if Angelus came back." Spike stopped and looked at his witch, beautiful, vulnerable kneeling there on the bed in her little pink robe. She'd be a quick snack for the bastard if he ever got a hold of her, if she was lucky. If not, . . .well, he remembered how sadistic the Angelus had been the last time he made an appearance. He could draw out her torture for days, killing her slowly.
"I always figured he would. After all, I'm the one who caged him up again. Angel warned me before he left Sunnydale. He told me to perform the uninvite spell and if he ever came back, not to let him in until I was sure it was him and not Angelus. When he showed up at Thanksgiving, I thought he was evil and when he pulled me into the coffee shop. . .well, let's just say I thought I wasn't going to get the chance to perform the soul restoration curse on him again."
"Angel's my friend and I want to help him, Spike, but not if it's going to make you so unhappy. What we have is so new and I don't want to do anything to mess this up."
He walked back over to the bed to stand in front of her. "The thought of him with you, shagging you, makes my gut twist, pet. I'm not goin' to lie. The thought of anyone touching you but me makes me want to rip their throat out. The thought of anyone seeing you. . ." He reached forward and untied the robe, pushing the material back to reveal her porcelain skin to his gaze. "Anyone seeing you like this besides me makes me want to kill them."
"Then I won't do it," Willow said softly.
"Don't want you to," he heaved a sigh, "but if eventually you decide you want to be with me for as long as I want to be with you, then there's goin' to be a bigger chance the poof will turn back. I don't want Angelus coming after you pet and I don't want us to be lookin' over our shoulders for centuries."
"Are you saying you think I should. . .umm, secure his soul?" Willow blushed, not wanting to say the words. 'Have sex with Angel' isn't something she thought the blond wanted to hear just now.
Spike ran his hands over her shoulders, pushing the robe off, watching as it slid down her arms. "You'll still be mine." It was a question in the form of a statement as he looked at his witch.
Willow took his hand and kissed the palm. "Yours," she whispered.
"Just, not today. Not yet," the blond whispered, pushing her gently back onto the bed, hovering over her. "I want you all to myself, just for a little while longer."
He lowered his head, kissing her possessively and the redhead submitted to the desperation she sensed in the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, holding the vampire close, draping a leg over one of his hips. Spike's hands roamed her body, squeezing, caressing, reassuring himself she was here with him.
Willow slid her hands up under his T-shirt, caressing his back, feeling the already healing welts there from last night. She felt his face change against her neck, felt his fangs drag over her skin and shivered. His tongue laved the bite mark there, his claim. Spike sucked the flesh between his lips and felt the redhead turn her head to give him better access and cup the back of his head. "Make me yours again," she whispered to him.
With a groan, he slid his fangs deep in his witch, feeling her tense as he renewed his claim, digging deep into her neck and suckling her sweet blood. The blond ground his erection between her parted thighs, feeling his Red arching up to meet the pressure.
He reached between them and struggled to remove his jeans. Willow's foot helped him push them down around his knees. Spike sank into her, moaning against her neck as he felt her warmth envelop him. He thrust slowly, savoring the feel of the redhead taking him into her tight center. The demon within his body demanded he make his witch remember who she belonged to so he increased his rhythm. Hands slid over her breasts, squeezing the firm mounds and teasing the nipples taut.
Beneath him, Willow moaned her pleasure, her body moving in tune with Spike's. Her fingers dug into the pale globes of his bottom, feeling the muscles tense with each deep penetrating stroke of his cock. She shivered when fingers reached between them, rubbing her clit quickly. Heat rocketed through her veins and breath caught in her throat. The redhead's body tensed and began squirming wildly against the vampire quickly bringing her to a shattering climax.
Willow's scream of pleasure rent the air and Spike growled against her neck, feeling her muscles clamp about him as he continued pumping his hard shaft within her wet center. Her limp form lay beneath him, green eyes glazed over with lust and satisfaction combined. The vampire released her neck and ground his mouth against hers in a brutal animalistic kiss, pulling away to observe with satisfaction the swollen flesh stained slightly with his Red's blood. Spike licked her lips gently, continuing to rock within his witch, still hard and wanting.
He withdrew briefly and gently turned the limp body of his lover onto her stomach. Reaching down, Spike raised her hips to him, slipping easily back into her wet heat. The vampire pulled Willow's trembling form up against his chest, holding her to him as he thrust in and out slowly once more. It was oddly erotic to the woman as her eyes fluttered open again. She could see herself in the mirror on the dresser, watched her body move in time with Spike's smooth measured strokes, rising and falling on his shaft. She looked down and watched his hands manipulate her breasts, then gazed in the mirror, watching as her flesh moved, lifted, nipples extended as he tugged on them. It was really quite odd. . .and very arousing.
Willow turned her face to meet that of her lover, his eyes glowing golden, fangs extended and ridges evident. She raised a gentle hand, brushing over his rough forehead and bent her head closer, licking at his fangs. The demon purred at its witch's acceptance, her touch, its possession of her. He moved faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room along with Willow's sighs and gasps of pleasure.
Lips met, tongues dueled and hands groped desperately. The heat between the two rose to a frenzied level until Spike's witch trembled in his tight grasp, groaning against his plundering mouth. Feeling Willow's body convulsing about his thrusting length, the vampire grunted, slamming faster, harder into the warm body in his arms. Gritting his teeth, head thrown back, Spike let loose a snarl, jerking as he filled his Red with cool release.
The two collapsed on the bed, the vampire laying atop his witch, body still aquiver and thrusting gentle and slow into her milking passage. His tongue swirled about his fresh claim, lapping at the trickles of blood leaking from it. "Mine," Spike whispered in her ear.
"Yours," she replied, reaching back and running her fingers through his hair.
"When. . .when will you tell the Poof," he asked, afraid to shatter their post sex bliss.
"Whenever you decide to let me out of bed," the redhead grinned against the sheets.
Spike chuckled. "Peaches may be waiting a long time, then."
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