AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Okie guys, this is what you've all been waiting for. The sex!! It's also the last story in my Spike/Anya series. For now. I hope you've enjoyed reading them, and you know you can always press little 'reply' button and tell me what couple to attack next because I've liked my brief stint as an AU ficcer and I'm leaning back towards Xander and Cordy really, really quickly...
SPOILER: The Wish, S4 rumours, my Spike/Anya series (it really does need a name). All previous parts (I think this is 7) can be found at http://planetslaythis.homestead.com/fanfic.html in the Misc. section
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslawythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: NC-17!! I'm so proud of me
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =) 'What a Girl Wants' is by Christina Aguilera, and she can kick Britney Spears' sorry ass anyday g
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Either I'm psychotic (probably) or I'm just really gutsy 'cause I wrote this with my dad sitting RIGHT next to me and I left it several times to go in the other room. He coulda seen it and kicked my ass off-line forever, so let's be glad he didn't g
//What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever keeps me happy and sets you free
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever keeps me in your arms
I wanna thank you
For giving me time to breathe
Like a rock you waited so patiently
While I got it together
While I figured it out
A weaker man might have walked away
But you had faith
Strong enough to move over and give me space
While I got it together
While I figured it out
They say if you love something let it go
If it comes back it's yours
That's how you know
It's for sure
And you're reading and willin'
To give me more than
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever keeps me happy and sets you free
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever keeps me in your arms
And I'm thankin' you
For being there for me
A girl needs somebody sensitive but tough
Somebody there when the goin' gets rough
Somebody cool but real tender too
Somebody baby, just like you
Can keep me hangin' around
You're the one who always knew
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
Whatever makes me happy sets you free
And I'm thankin' you for knowing exactly
What a girl wants\\
The lights in the apartment were low and Anya's roommates were gone for the night. Spike had arrived right after sunset and now, their dinner finished and the music soft and romantic, Anya was looking for the right way to tell Spike not to leave tonight. They'd fallen into a rut the past few months of their relationship. She was sick of their routine and was ready for more. Sure, it was nice when he would come over help her with her homework, make her dinner sometimes, then they'd go to bed and make out for hours. Whenever she started to grope him, he'd leave. Sometimes she felt as though he was running away from her.
"Well," he sucked on the bone from his drumstick then threw it into the trash can. "I guess I should go. It's late."
"It's only ten."
"You have class tomorrow?" it was a question, not a statement.
"Me? On a Saturday?"
"Guess that was a stupid question."
"Sort of. Don't forget, the Induction is this Tuesday."
"What induction?"
"I told you. We're taking a new Witch into our Coven."
"Oh."
"Oh? You said you'd come. It's a big deal for us."
"I'll come."
"Good," she looked all around the room, trying to figure out what to do next.
"Spike?" she finally asked.
"What?" he was suddenly missing the feel of a cigarette between his lips and wondered how he got into such a relation-shippy place. He wondered why he didn't feel trapped.
"Will you kiss me?" her voice was small, like a schoolgirl.
He leaned forward and submitted to her request, his hands gently streaming through her hair.
She scooted closer to him and moved her hands down his arms as their lips brushed softly against each other. She began undoing the belt of his leather pants and immediately, he tensed up.
Spike pulled away and stared at her, taking unneeded deep breaths.
"What?" she asked.
"I should go," he stood up.
She grabbed him and twisted his arm behind him.
"Okay, that hurts love."
She twisted a bit harder. "You know I'll snap it," she used a threatening voice previously reserved for those she was cursing. "Buffy has taught me several tricks over the past few months."
He sighed. "Anya, what do you want from me?"
"I wanna make love!" she let go and he pulled away, rubbing at his wrist and shoulder while staring at her.
"Anya...."
"Aren't you attracted to me?" she demanded. "I mean, God! You told me you loved me."
"I do," he took a step closer and when he realized he wasn't in any danger, put his hands around hers. "I *am*."
"Then what's the problem??"
He waited a moment before answering. "I haven't....." he led her to her bed and they sat down before he continued.
"I haven't been with a woman since Dru. And I'd been with Dru since--"
"Forever," she supplied, shrugging. "I know. I've been around a thousand years. You don't wanna know my magic number."
"I don't wanna rush." he finally said. "And I love you, so I don't--"
"Just kiss me." she urged. "Things go best when you just let them happen. Do what feels right."
"Anya--"
"Don't think," she told him. "Feel."
He nodded and leaned over to kiss her. His lips were soft on hers at first, but she felt herself growing impatient with the tenderness after only minutes of kissing.
She pushed him down on the bed and slid on top of him, kissing her way down his neck.
"Wait. Anya."
She looked up at him with desire in her eyes. "What?"
"Are you really sure you want this?"
"No, I'm a tease." she rolled her eyes. "Make love to me, or leave."
Spike actually pondered leaving. Walking out that door meant never seeing Anya again. He couldn't risk that.
Angelus had been right. When a girl makes you feel human, you can't forget. It sticks with you, makes you obsess over her.
"I don't wanna go," he finally said.
She stood up and began swaying to the music still playing in the background. It was unlike her usual dances for him in that every few beats, she'd take off a piece of clothing. First her blouse, then her tube top, then her skirt. She stood before him in her tube-like bra, fancy undies, thigh-high stockings and her high heels.
"Make love to me," she repeated.
Spike was in no place to tell her no. He came at her and kissed her harshly. He'd been intending to make this a slow, passionate night, but the way Anya was grinding against him as they kissed was causing his erection to painfully stand up against the restraint of his leather pants.
They rolled around on the bed until he was on top of her and her arms were around his neck, running through his short hair.
The kisses intensified and she pulled him down to her, wanting their bodies to be even closer together. His hands felt up and down her back, trying to find the hook to her bra.
She giggled against his lips, wanting him to figure it out for himself.
He pulled his lips away long enough to ask, "No hint?"
She shook her head and gave him a smile wicked enough to remind him she was a demon.
Their lips met again and his fingertips brushed across the front of her chest, her nipples hardening under his touch. His fingers found a seam and began playing with the tiny hook-and-eye closures. When he finally got it open, he tossed it away and gently began stroking her skin with his cold hands. His lips slid down to her neck as she began pulling at his leather jacket.
She groaned when he removed one hand from her chest to slip the jacket half, then all the way off. He made it up to her by kissing her again, biting at her lips. She caught his tongue and held it lightly between her teeth as she yanked on his wife beater. They parted once more so she could pull it over his head and toss it away. They laid back down, their bare chests crushing against each other as they kissed.
She began unhooking his belt, then his leather pants. She was about to push them down with her feet when Spike's lips slid down to her breasts. His right hand gently rubbed one breast while his lips planted tiny kisses all the way around the other, circling inwards towards her nipple.
She moaned softly when he took it into his mouth, slowly licking it before sucking and then gently biting her.
Her breathing was ragged now and he felt her hand move down so she could touch herself. He let his free hand slide down and move her hand away, replacing it with his own.
He traced the outline of her soft folds through her panties. She pressed his head harder against her chest and let out an unhappy moan when he released one breast and kissed his way to the other.
He wasn't sure if what happened next was an orgasm on her part or not, but it sure seemed like it. She screamed something he couldn't make out and her eyes fluttered as though she were dreaming.
He sat back for a moment, watching her.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Thank you."
"My pleasure."
She gently touched his cheek. "Spike, honey, I love you, I really do. But if you don't strip those clothes off and fuck me now, I'll dust you."
"Oooh, you're tough," he joked as he stood up and took his pants off. She grinned when he stubbed his toe on the foot of the bed and started hopping up and down on one foot. He fell flat on his ass and she started cracking up.
He hurled the pants across the room, breaking something that probably belonged to Buffy but he'd deal with replacing it later. He left the one sock he was wearing on and put his hands on his naked hips, staring at her. "It's that funny, is it?"
She nodded.
"Oh, you're gonna get it for that," he jumped on the bed.
"I certainly hope so," she said as his fingers began pulling her underwear down her legs.
She waited until he'd discarded her panties to slightly bend her knees and part her legs. He looked at her, ready and waiting for him and decided to fuck all previous thoughts of foreplay and get to it. After all, she was no virgin.
He leaned up and kissed her, sliding deep inside and feeling her moan against his lips as he did so. She gripped his ass tightly, holding him to her, which caused him to groan. She finally giggled and let him go, watching the look of frustration on his face fade away as he braced himself above her. She lightly stroked his tight ass as he slid almost all the way out of her before plunging back in. She decided two could play that game and began matching his thrusts, occasionally pinching his ass with her long nails, drawing blood. He began to play with her clit and her mind wandered to whether or not he intended to drink from her when he came. She didn't think about it, or anything, much longer, because Spike thrust into her full force, and the impact of their bodies slamming together pushed her into orgasm. He followed her and laid on top of her for a moment, breathing heavily and staring into her eyes.
She rolled over so that she was on top of him and kissed his chest.
"Now," she asked. "Was that so bad?"
He shrugged. "Coulda been better I guess."
She glared at him as she sat up, his cock still buried deep inside of her. He groaned as she slooooooowly rocked her hips. "You're gonna live to regret that statement."
"I'm already dead," he muttered.
"Then I guess it'll take longer."
He let her rule the game for a moment before grabbing her by the wrists and flipping her back down, thrusting back into her as he pushed her onto the bed. "You were saying?"
She grinned. "I knew I'd get you."
"You're evil," he told her.
"No more than you."
He couldn't disagree with that statement.
They rolled off the bed onto the floor and finished their tryst there in a mass of sheets and giggles. When Anya finally got up, she walked around the room naked, blowing out candles and setting them aside to cool.
He crawled back up into the bed and laid on one of the pillows, waiting for her.
When the apartment was safe from threat of fire, she returned to his embrace and fell asleep there.
*****
"Oh GOD!"
"YES! YES! YES!"
"Faster!"
"Ooooooohhhhhh GOD!"
Spike woke up with a start and stared at his girlfriend.
"What the Hell is that?" he demanded.
"Sounds like Buffy and Angel to me," she said sleepily, snuggling back onto his chest.
"Like Hell," he got out of bed, letting Anya's head flop against the sheets. He stalked out of the room naked, which made Anya first pout and then grin at the site of his nice body. He pounded on the door to Buffy's bedroom and growled.
No one answered, of course. Who could hear him over the panting and the banging of the headboard?
He barged in and sure enough, the Slayer was riding his sire.
"Bloody good show," he greeted them. "But next time, would you try shagging at a decent hour? SOMEONE is trying to sleep!"
