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Shanna
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After Spike fled the bedroom and Angel, he shut himself in the bathroom and leaned his back against the door, eyes closed. 'Bloody Poof. Tellin' Red about me and Angelus, well, ok, not exactly tellin', but he gave her enough bleedin' clues to put two and two together.' His eyes shot open. 'Does Peaches want. . .would he want to. . .Bloody hell, the Poof *does* want to shag my arse again!' He could see it in his eyes, hear it in that voice he used that sounded so much like the grand-sire he remembered from over a century ago. 'Not the bastard the Slayer caused to show up. Bad luck, that. Angelus must have been good and royally pissed after bein' cooped up and chained by the soul for over eighty years. No wonder he was such a sadistic git. He had a lot of years to make up for.'
As Spike's thoughts drifted away from Angel, they focused once again on the reason he came into the bathroom in the first place, well besides escaping his grand-sire's tempting voice that is. The sound of water running in the shower drew his attention. That and a soft slightly off-key humming. The blond smiled as he started toward his witch. Peeking into the shower, all thoughts of scaring the redhead by sneaking up on her were quickly thrust to the back of his mind.
Blue eyes smoldered as they observed Willow. Wet Willow. Wet and soapy Willow. She was washing her hair, eyes closed and head leant back. Spike watched a stream of bubbles glide down her neck, over her collarbone and down her chest to hang from the tip of a rosy nipple for just a moment. It dripped to splatter in the bottom of the tub, only to be washed away by the running water.
Quietly, the blond slipped into the shower to stand before the redhead. He leaned closer and breezed a light kiss over her lips, her eyes darting open in surprise.
"Eeep!" Spike gripped Willow by her waist to keep her from falling as she slipped on the tile floor. "Spike! You scared me. Don't sneak up on people like that! Xander's right. We need to get you and Angel bells." She halfheartedly slapped his chest, but wound up resting her hand there, lightly caressing him.
Willow began to feel nervous. There were no smart-alecky remarks from the normally antagonistic vampire. There were no words at all, only that intense stare that made her feel like he was looking inside her, reading her thoughts and emotions. "Spike?"
Still not saying a word, the blond reached up and began to gently massage her scalp, washing her hair where she had left off. His touch was soothing, relaxing. Her eyes drooped as the warm water beat down on her back, and fingers moved in a sensuous motion in her hair. Another petal soft kiss grazed her jaw and ear. "Trust me, Red," he questioned softly.
"Yes," she whispered, surprised to find that it was true.
"Lean back then," he murmured against her lips. "I won't let you fall." He slipped an arm around her back, holding her tight to his body. Willow swallowed audibly as she felt his erection pressing against her. Following Spike's instructions and his gentle urging, she leaned back until she felt the stream of water on her forehead. With his other hand, the vampire rinsed her hair free of all soapy suds before pulling her back up against him.
"Uh, th . .thanks," she cleared her throat which had gone dry suddenly.
"Anytime, pet."
Willow watched as Spike wet a thick washcloth, lathering it with shower gel. He stood before her, wet, naked Spike, with a small smile curving up his full lips. "Face the wall, Red."
"Wh. . .why?"
"Gonna wash your back."
"Oh, uh, ok."
Willow turned her back to him, shivering as she felt the washcloth start at her left shoulder, moving in slow circles down her arm. The vampire took her hands and placed them on the cool shower wall just above her head. "Leave them there for me?" The redhead nodded, unable to speak. His deep husky voice had her hypnotized. She would have jumped on one foot, rubbed circles on her stomach with her left hand and patted her head with her right at that moment if he wanted her to, whether she was naked in the shower or not.
She felt the wash cloth travel a similar path down her other arm and Spike's lips occasionally brushed against her shoulder or the nape of her neck. Willow's eyes fluttered closed. She could stay like this forever, right on the edge, caught between arousal and complete and utter relaxation. Soon she felt the thick terry on her back, swooping slowly over her skin in random patterns, moving lower and lower. The redhead shivered as the soapy cloth lightly caressed her bottom and felt Spike's hand gently squeeze each rounded globe in turn.
His lips pressed against her temple and a whimper escaped her lips as a cool finger lightly caressed the entrance of the passage he had so recently withdrawn from. "I didn't hurt you earlier, did I pet?"
"N . . N . . .no. It didn't hurt. I mean at first it was a little uncomfortable, but then it felt, um, really nice."
The blond chuckled. Only his witch would describe anal sex as 'really nice'. "So it felt good then? You enjoyed it?" Cool lips grazed her cheek and ear.
"Ummmm, what? Oh, yeah, I . . .I did ummm, it felt good."
"So you would be up for trying it again sometime?" Spike slipped a soapy finger into the redhead's tender ass. The flesh surrounding the puckered center was reddened slightly. She would probably be a little sore seeing as how it had been her first time. His finger slid gently in and out, causing Willow to groan. Her head fell back and she pressed her bottom back, licking her lips as the vampire stroked her anal passage in slow languid strokes with a single digit.
"Yeeesssss," she hissed, quickly crossing the line from complete and utter relaxation to full blown lust.
"That's good to know, luv," he murmured, watching her tight body humming at his touch, admiring the firm pale globes of her ass that fit his hands perfectly. He withdrew his finger, smiling as she grumbled her protest incoherently. "Just for future reference, o' course."
"Of course."
"Turn around for me, Red."
Willow turned slowly, leaning against the wall for support when she was unsure if her legs would hold her or not.
Spike grinned down at her. "Do me."
"Huh, uh, wha. . .?" Her eyes immediately were drawn to his marble pale cock standing proudly among a nest of light brown curls. "Uh, ok." The redhead reached out to cup his flesh and instead found the washcloth pressed into her palm. "Huh?" Willow looked up confused.
"Do me. Oh, and don't forget to scrub my belly button. Lint, nasty stuff that." He gripped her waist and swung her so quickly it made her head spin. When the world settled again, it was Spike that was leaning back against the wall and Willow stood before him.
She blinked in confusion until reality seeped into her overloaded brain. "Washing, not sex. Right," she mumbled, rinsing the cloth and lathering it with more shower gel.
Spike smothered a grin at her grumbled complaints. He braced himself to feel her small hands gliding the washcloth over his chest, but he couldn't restrain a deep moan as she concentrated her mission of vampire cleanliness on his nipples, teasing them until they protruded from his chest as small tight nubs. The washcloth glided across the planes of his chest and his firm abs.
The redhead giggled as she drew circles around the vampire's navel. She dipped inside and gently washed the small crevice. "Can't have any lint, can we? It wouldn't be good for the image of the Big Bad going around with a belly button full of fluffy stuff." She stepped back slightly and gave the blonde's said belly button a critical glance. "Did I get it all? Maybe I'd better double check," she grinned up at Spike. Kneeling down, she wiped the soap away with the corner of the washcloth then probed the vampire's navel with her tongue.
Spike's fingers tangled in her wet hair as he sucked in a ragged and unneeded breath. "Yep. You're living lint free." The redhead grinned up at him.
"Gonna finish doin' me, Red?" The vampire cocked a scarred eyebrow at her and Willow's gaze fell from his face back to the insistent bit of hard flesh she had gently pushed out of the way to get to Spike's navel.
She gently wrapped the soapy cloth around his length and began stroking slowly up and down. She was fascinated by how the suds bubbled up around the head with each upward motion of her hand. Some of the lather trickled down in a stream over his sac, which the witch cupped in her hand and massaged clean gently.
Then she was being ripped away, pulled up and flipped back around and held tight against the wall. Warm water ran down their bodies rinsing away the gel. "Wrap your legs around my waist, Red," Spike purred, his face just barely an inch from hers. He nibbled and suckled her lower lip, holding in a groan when he felt her warm thighs encircle him. The blond pressed her against the shower wall with his torso, holding her in place as he reached down and guided himself into her waiting passage.
"Oh, Goddess, Spike," Willow groaned. She gripped his shoulders and rocked against him.
He smirked at the aroused redhead in his arms. "Like that, pet?"
"Oh yes. Really very, very nice." She licked her lips and struggled to undulate against him, but he held her still.
"Lean back and enjoy it Red," he whispered against her lips. "Just hang on tight."
He pressed soft kisses over her face as he removed her hands from his shoulders. Entwining his fingers with hers, Spike pressed their joined hands above her head. His hips began thrusting while his chest pinned her to the wall. That and her legs wrapped about him were the only things keeping her from sliding down onto the wet tile floor.
"Feels so good, Red. Like you were made for me." Spike rotated his hips, his length caressing Willow's inner walls. He kissed her breathless, then watched through hooded eyes as she panted softly, rolling her head back against the wall. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and deep pink from his and his grand-sire's kisses. The vampire's tongue traced a small nick on her lower lip that was probably caused by one of their fangs.
Willow soft moans grew into babbled pleadings as Spike continued his slow torturous pace, leaving her hanging on the edge over and over. "Spike, please," the redhead begged.
"Please, what pet?" 'Bloody hell but she's beautiful like this. All full of fire and passion. And she's mine. Well, mine and Peaches'. Ours.'
"Please stop teasing," Willow demanded with a very good imitation of a threatening growl Spike would have made.
"Want more?" His tongue traced his claim and the redhead shivered, feeling their connection vibrate with passion.
"Yes, please!" The witch whimpered, straining to grind her tight sheath harder on the blonde's teasing cock.
Spike quickened his thrusts, claiming her mouth in a sensually slow kiss. He filled her again and again, her cries of pleasure pushing him near the precipice. "Willow!"
She watched as his face changed, his golden eyes flashing with lust for her. Then his fangs were slid deep in her neck, renewing his claim. Her body responded and some deep dark instinct told her to return the favor. Her mouth closed over his neck and her blunt teeth dug in, but she didn't stop by merely bruising him this time. This time her teeth broke skin and she tasted the coppery tang of borrowed blood on her tongue.
Spike howled in surprise and pleasure, released his tight grip on himself, and began driving into Willow without restraint. Her own cries of pleasure registered in the back of his mind as he buried himself in her spasming heat and released his seed into her womb.
Blue eyes opened and he lapped at his claim, the vampire's body trembling from the power of his orgasm. Spike pulled back to look at Willow to see equally glazed eyes peering at him, her lips coated with his blood. His demon growled in satisfaction. "Mine."
The redhead pulled him close for a soft kiss, tasting their combined blood. "Mine."
Spike released her hands finally and carried her to the sink where he sat his witch on the edge. He kissed her again, still tasting a lingering bit of blood on her lips. When he released her mouth and stood up, Willow blinked up at him owlishly. Her gaze was drawn to the bloody mark on the blonde's neck.
"Oh, Goddess, did I. . .?" Her hand fluttered about the wound. "Oh, Spike. I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I? I don't know why. . .what came over me."
He chuckled softly and placed a finger over her lips. "It's all right pet. You claimed me, just as I claimed you."
"But I bit you!" She looked appalled. "I mean *really* bit you. I drew blood. And, eww, blood, but I could taste you in it. All powerful and sexy and . . .well, Spikey. Is that weird?"
"Not at all, luv. Vampires can taste all sorts of things in someone's blood. Fear, lust, anger, sadness. It's our bond that probably let you sense all those things."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense," she nodded her head slowly.
His trademark smirk spread across his face as he looked down at her. "So, witch, think I'm sexy, do ya?"
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