Yes, this is Willow/Angel.. people told me the story was boring w/o sex, so
voila.. and remember, Willow is trying to forget about Tara and Buffy dying
and Buffy being so insensitive.. she's temporarily out of her head and
willing to do almost anything to forget.. like when Tara died, and Willow
tried to end the world. Usually she doesn't try to end the world, but she
got upset.. remember, feedback makes me happy makes me update makes you
feedback makes me happy.. and so on
He spotted Willow sitting at a table near the dance floor, with several guys who looked about her age crowded around, trying to flirt with her. Willow, who was, at least to Spike's experienced eye, obviously drunk, was flirting back in a way he knew she'd never do if she was sober. It reminded him of Faith.
Determined to try and save her honour, before she did something she'd regret, Spike stalked to the table and growled. At the inhuman noise, the boys scattered like vampires exposed to sunlight. "Spi-ike, I was having fun. Why'd you do that?"
"Because, luv, you are completely smashed!"
"So? Let's dance." Willow grabbed Spike's hand and led him on to the dance floor. A fast song was playing, and Willow started dancing in a way that would have made even Anya blush, rubbing against Spike in time to the music. Spike stood, staring at her.
"Red? What are you doing?"
"I'm dancing with you. Except you aren't dancing. Dance." She muttered something else under her breath, and Spike found himself dancing. Without his brain doing anything.
"Alright. I'll dance. Just take this mojo off of me."
Willow smiled. "Okay, Spike, whatever you say." She mumbled again.
Spike's face paled even further than normal. "Not that mojo! I need that! Put it back!"
"Are you sure?"
"Bullocks yes!"
"Okay. Reverso."
Spike smiled in relief and resisted the urge to reach down and feel his returned member. ~Can't do that in front of Willow. Wouldn't be proper like.~
"Aren't you going to dance with me?"
"Sure, pet, just let me do it on my own this time."
" 'kay." Spike started dancing, his body moving gracefully with the music. Willow, who hadn't stopped her lewd dancing, increased the sexuality of it, turning around to grind against Spike. When he hesitated, she grabbed his hands and encouraged him to run them over her body. He began tracing her stomach lightly with them, lightly tickling her. She lifted lifted her arms over her head and continued to rub against Spike, as though she had only one thing on her mind. He responded.
"Bollocks!" he said under his breath. ~I didn't mean for that to happen. Maybe she won't notice. Maybe she's too drunk to remember what that is.~ Unfortunately for Spike, even drunk and bisexual Wiccans knew what that was.
"So, Spikey's glad I'm here, hmm?"
~Bloody hell! Isn't she supposed to be a lesbian? Wonder if she'd mind if I threw her on the floor and shagged her here.~
Willow trailed a hand down Spike's chest. When she reached his stomach she continued downwards, wrapped her hand around him, and squeezed. He yelped, drawing several strange stares from the other patrons. "Pay attention to me, Spike. Don't want your mind wondering somewhere... dirty," Willow said, her dancing and tone of voice suggesting that was exactly where she wanted his mind.
"Willow, luv, we shouldn't be doing this."
Willow turned around circling her arms around his neck and pouting, continuing to rub against him erotically. "You don't like it?"
"No, Red, I like it a little too much. And this isn't exactly the place to be enjoying something this much."
"You wanna go back to your crypt?"
~Fuck yes.~ "You wouldn't be saying that if you were sober." Willow leaned even closer, and whispered in Spike's ear.
"Ya know what? That spell I cast had more effects than blocking alchohol poisoning. I've been sober the entire evening."
Spike stared at her open-mouthed. "B-B-"
Willow place a hand on Spike's chin and pushed his mouth closed. "Don't stutter. Please." Her eyes held a slightly pained look, and she took a small step back, looking over Spike's shoulder. Spike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. He had no idea what had upset her, but he murmered reassurances into her hair anyay.
"Shh, luv, it's okay. I won't stutter any more. You just shocked me, is all. Are you okay? Speak to me, please." Willow smiled at him, rather shyly when one thought about she had been doing a few minutes earlier. "I'm fine. It's just.... I wanted to forget.... what happened with Buffy, and Tara... just for one night. And I thought that, maybe, you could help me." She looked up at him pleadingly.
"I don't get it, pet Why'd you act drunk?"
"I couldn't really ask you to sleep with me without sounding like a whore. I guess it doesn't matter, now." She didn't say them, but they both heard the words, 'that you think I am.' Willow looked down, mortified.
"Willow. Look at me." She did. "No one in their right mind would think you're a tart."
"Really?"
"Really." He gave her a small smile, and brushed his lips against hers. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded. He moved his head and started nibbling on her ear. " 'Right, then," he whispered, "Are you ready for your dare, luv?"
"Uhmm... uh what?" Spike smirked against her ear.
"I dare you to scream my name when you cum."
"What?"
"Do you think you can manage that?"
"Um, sure."
"Let's get started." He reached a hand down and squeezed her bottom.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Shh."
"Spike. Don't you think we should go back to you crypt first?"
"No. I think we should shag right here."
"But there are people here, and that would make it illegal and probably very disturbing and we bring Dawn here all the time- what if there are other minors around? We could scar them for life!"
Spike placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her. "You see that bloke over there?"
"Sitting on the stool?"
"That's the one. Now, what you can't see is his girlfriend."
"Is she invisible?"
Spike chuckled. "No, she's on her knees." "But why is she- oh. Oh!" Willow blushed.
"Oh indeed." Spike turned her back around and lowered his hands, one to her front and one to her bottom. He pushed her close and reached underneath her skirt with his front hand.
"But, they're in a corner. A very dark corner. Don't you think we should go in a corner? Where people can't see us?"
"No, I think I like being right here, where everyone can watch."
"Eww. Spike, that's disgusting."
"Really? Are you sure that's what you think?"
"Absolutely. Sex in the Bronze, where anyone could see us, is very, very bad."
"Well, it's nice to see one of you Scooby chits has morals."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Um, nothing." Spike decided he better distract Willow before she asked any more questions. She might think Buffy told her every detail, but he would have bet his duster she hadn't been told *every* detail. And Buffy probably would be in the mood for something dusty if she ever found out he told Willow about what had happened on the balcony. So, he slid his hand up her inner thigh and brushed her clit through the thin material of her thong. She jumped, and looked at him.
"Spike? What are you doing?"
"I think you know."
"Well, I think you're doing something, but since I just said what I think about that something, I don't think you're actually doing it. Are you?"
"Yep."
"Well, stop doing it."
Spike slid her thong to the side with his fingers, seeking out her core. When he found it, he plunged two fingers inside, and continued brushing her clit with his thumb. Willow moaned. "You're soaking, luv. Are you sure you want me to stop?"
"Ye-es."
"Okay." Spike continued his assault, pumping his fingers in out, pinching at her nub with his thumb and index finger. Willow leaned forward, supported entirely by Spike, as he built towards her climax.
"Spi-ike" she moaned.
"Hmm?"
"Don't stop."
"Okay." He rolled her clit in between his digits, and added his middle finger to the other two in her core. He brought his other hand to the front, slipping it under her shirt and bra, rubbing her nipple between the fingers. He bent his head to hers, and whispered in her ear, "Don't forget our dare." He suckled on her ear, then left a trail of wet kisses as he worked his mouth lower. He morphed slightly, extending his fangs, and brushing them over her neck, scraping but not breaking the skin. Willow reached orgasm within seconds.
"Spi-ike!" She yelled, her face and neck flushing bright red.
In the corner (the Buffy/Xander one, not the anonymous boyfriend/girlfriend one)...
"Spi-ike!" They both heard the cry and turned to look at the direction it came from.
"Did that sound like Willow to you?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Buffy leapt up and made her way towards the sound, Xander close behind.
On the dance floor....
Willow was still flushed from her orgasm, and Spike thought he had never seen anything as beautiful. Willow buried her head in his chest. Spike, deprived of her beauty, growled. "Willow, what's wrong?"
"Mrph athrm psmt mp hlnm kn!"
"What?"
Willow pulled her head back slightly. "All these people are looking at me!" she said, then re-buried her head.
"Oh. Let me take care of that." Spike let out a loud growl, turning them in a slow circle so he could glare and bare his fangs at all the offending patrons. When he was about halfway around, his eyes met Buffy's.
"Fuck." Willow looked up again.
"What?"
"That damn chit. She screw everything up."
"Who?" Spiked looked down at Willow.
"Um, no one. I think we should leave now."
"Uh, ok."
Spike scooped Willow up and started walking to the door.
"No you don't," Buffy muttered under her breath, and started running, ignoring the cries of protest from those she bumped into. She reached the exit of the Bronze about two seconds after Willow and Spike. She ran through it, and stopped short. Spike had Willow backed against the alley wall, his hands all over her and his lips assaulting hers. Willow was whimpering and clawing at his head and back, running her fingers through his hair.
"Spike," she moaned.
~Oh my God. He's trying to rape her. If he's that desperate to screw a human, why didn't he just find a whore?~ She let out a yell and ripped Spike off of Willow, decking him squarely in the nose, hard enough to knock him to the ground. Spike grabbed his nose and put his other hand on the ground, about to push himself up when Buffy kicked his elbow with her left foot and his ribs with her right. He moaned in pain.
"Buffy! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm saving you. By the way, you're welcome."
"From what?"
Buffy stopped abusing Spike and looked at Willow. "From him," she said with disgust, kicking Spike again.
"Buffy, stop kicking him and think. Spike has a chip in his head. He can't hurt anyone."
"But- you were moaning, and whimpering, and, and..." Buffy trailed off. Both Willow and Spike looked at her, waiting. Ten seconds later, Buffy broke the silence. "Oh my God! Willow! What did he do to you? Was it some kind of spell? Like the one you did?"
"Buffy, listen to me very carefully. There is no spell. I let Spike kiss me."
"Of course you don't know there's a spell. Just like me and Spike didn't know. Let's go to Giles. He'll know what to do." "I am going home with Spike."
"You don't know what you're saying. As your best friend, it is my sworn duty to keep you from doing something you'll regret."
"I'm not going to regret this."
"Of course you won't. Now just come to Giles with me, okay?"
"Did you not hear me? No." Behind Buffy, Spike had started to climb quietly to his feet.
"Willow, don't make me use force." Spike was now standing behind Buffy, and he winked at Willow, and jerked his head to the right. Willow scampered to the front of the door, and as Buffy opened her mouth to ask what Willow was doing, Spike slammed her head forward, into the wall, and cried out in pain, doubling over and grasping his head. Willow rushed forward and wrapped her hands around his. She reached her fingers in between his spread- out ones, and began to lightly massage. After a few minutes, he looked up at her and smiled faintly. He placed his hands over hers, stilling them.
"Come one, pet. We better go. No telling when she'll wake up."
" 'K."
Spike pulled her hands from his head, and grabbed the right one with his left. They walked down the alley, laughing and talking.
He spotted Willow sitting at a table near the dance floor, with several guys who looked about her age crowded around, trying to flirt with her. Willow, who was, at least to Spike's experienced eye, obviously drunk, was flirting back in a way he knew she'd never do if she was sober. It reminded him of Faith.
Determined to try and save her honour, before she did something she'd regret, Spike stalked to the table and growled. At the inhuman noise, the boys scattered like vampires exposed to sunlight. "Spi-ike, I was having fun. Why'd you do that?"
"Because, luv, you are completely smashed!"
"So? Let's dance." Willow grabbed Spike's hand and led him on to the dance floor. A fast song was playing, and Willow started dancing in a way that would have made even Anya blush, rubbing against Spike in time to the music. Spike stood, staring at her.
"Red? What are you doing?"
"I'm dancing with you. Except you aren't dancing. Dance." She muttered something else under her breath, and Spike found himself dancing. Without his brain doing anything.
"Alright. I'll dance. Just take this mojo off of me."
Willow smiled. "Okay, Spike, whatever you say." She mumbled again.
Spike's face paled even further than normal. "Not that mojo! I need that! Put it back!"
"Are you sure?"
"Bullocks yes!"
"Okay. Reverso."
Spike smiled in relief and resisted the urge to reach down and feel his returned member. ~Can't do that in front of Willow. Wouldn't be proper like.~
"Aren't you going to dance with me?"
"Sure, pet, just let me do it on my own this time."
" 'kay." Spike started dancing, his body moving gracefully with the music. Willow, who hadn't stopped her lewd dancing, increased the sexuality of it, turning around to grind against Spike. When he hesitated, she grabbed his hands and encouraged him to run them over her body. He began tracing her stomach lightly with them, lightly tickling her. She lifted lifted her arms over her head and continued to rub against Spike, as though she had only one thing on her mind. He responded.
"Bollocks!" he said under his breath. ~I didn't mean for that to happen. Maybe she won't notice. Maybe she's too drunk to remember what that is.~ Unfortunately for Spike, even drunk and bisexual Wiccans knew what that was.
"So, Spikey's glad I'm here, hmm?"
~Bloody hell! Isn't she supposed to be a lesbian? Wonder if she'd mind if I threw her on the floor and shagged her here.~
Willow trailed a hand down Spike's chest. When she reached his stomach she continued downwards, wrapped her hand around him, and squeezed. He yelped, drawing several strange stares from the other patrons. "Pay attention to me, Spike. Don't want your mind wondering somewhere... dirty," Willow said, her dancing and tone of voice suggesting that was exactly where she wanted his mind.
"Willow, luv, we shouldn't be doing this."
Willow turned around circling her arms around his neck and pouting, continuing to rub against him erotically. "You don't like it?"
"No, Red, I like it a little too much. And this isn't exactly the place to be enjoying something this much."
"You wanna go back to your crypt?"
~Fuck yes.~ "You wouldn't be saying that if you were sober." Willow leaned even closer, and whispered in Spike's ear.
"Ya know what? That spell I cast had more effects than blocking alchohol poisoning. I've been sober the entire evening."
Spike stared at her open-mouthed. "B-B-"
Willow place a hand on Spike's chin and pushed his mouth closed. "Don't stutter. Please." Her eyes held a slightly pained look, and she took a small step back, looking over Spike's shoulder. Spike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. He had no idea what had upset her, but he murmered reassurances into her hair anyay.
"Shh, luv, it's okay. I won't stutter any more. You just shocked me, is all. Are you okay? Speak to me, please." Willow smiled at him, rather shyly when one thought about she had been doing a few minutes earlier. "I'm fine. It's just.... I wanted to forget.... what happened with Buffy, and Tara... just for one night. And I thought that, maybe, you could help me." She looked up at him pleadingly.
"I don't get it, pet Why'd you act drunk?"
"I couldn't really ask you to sleep with me without sounding like a whore. I guess it doesn't matter, now." She didn't say them, but they both heard the words, 'that you think I am.' Willow looked down, mortified.
"Willow. Look at me." She did. "No one in their right mind would think you're a tart."
"Really?"
"Really." He gave her a small smile, and brushed his lips against hers. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded. He moved his head and started nibbling on her ear. " 'Right, then," he whispered, "Are you ready for your dare, luv?"
"Uhmm... uh what?" Spike smirked against her ear.
"I dare you to scream my name when you cum."
"What?"
"Do you think you can manage that?"
"Um, sure."
"Let's get started." He reached a hand down and squeezed her bottom.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Shh."
"Spike. Don't you think we should go back to you crypt first?"
"No. I think we should shag right here."
"But there are people here, and that would make it illegal and probably very disturbing and we bring Dawn here all the time- what if there are other minors around? We could scar them for life!"
Spike placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her. "You see that bloke over there?"
"Sitting on the stool?"
"That's the one. Now, what you can't see is his girlfriend."
"Is she invisible?"
Spike chuckled. "No, she's on her knees." "But why is she- oh. Oh!" Willow blushed.
"Oh indeed." Spike turned her back around and lowered his hands, one to her front and one to her bottom. He pushed her close and reached underneath her skirt with his front hand.
"But, they're in a corner. A very dark corner. Don't you think we should go in a corner? Where people can't see us?"
"No, I think I like being right here, where everyone can watch."
"Eww. Spike, that's disgusting."
"Really? Are you sure that's what you think?"
"Absolutely. Sex in the Bronze, where anyone could see us, is very, very bad."
"Well, it's nice to see one of you Scooby chits has morals."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Um, nothing." Spike decided he better distract Willow before she asked any more questions. She might think Buffy told her every detail, but he would have bet his duster she hadn't been told *every* detail. And Buffy probably would be in the mood for something dusty if she ever found out he told Willow about what had happened on the balcony. So, he slid his hand up her inner thigh and brushed her clit through the thin material of her thong. She jumped, and looked at him.
"Spike? What are you doing?"
"I think you know."
"Well, I think you're doing something, but since I just said what I think about that something, I don't think you're actually doing it. Are you?"
"Yep."
"Well, stop doing it."
Spike slid her thong to the side with his fingers, seeking out her core. When he found it, he plunged two fingers inside, and continued brushing her clit with his thumb. Willow moaned. "You're soaking, luv. Are you sure you want me to stop?"
"Ye-es."
"Okay." Spike continued his assault, pumping his fingers in out, pinching at her nub with his thumb and index finger. Willow leaned forward, supported entirely by Spike, as he built towards her climax.
"Spi-ike" she moaned.
"Hmm?"
"Don't stop."
"Okay." He rolled her clit in between his digits, and added his middle finger to the other two in her core. He brought his other hand to the front, slipping it under her shirt and bra, rubbing her nipple between the fingers. He bent his head to hers, and whispered in her ear, "Don't forget our dare." He suckled on her ear, then left a trail of wet kisses as he worked his mouth lower. He morphed slightly, extending his fangs, and brushing them over her neck, scraping but not breaking the skin. Willow reached orgasm within seconds.
"Spi-ike!" She yelled, her face and neck flushing bright red.
In the corner (the Buffy/Xander one, not the anonymous boyfriend/girlfriend one)...
"Spi-ike!" They both heard the cry and turned to look at the direction it came from.
"Did that sound like Willow to you?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Buffy leapt up and made her way towards the sound, Xander close behind.
On the dance floor....
Willow was still flushed from her orgasm, and Spike thought he had never seen anything as beautiful. Willow buried her head in his chest. Spike, deprived of her beauty, growled. "Willow, what's wrong?"
"Mrph athrm psmt mp hlnm kn!"
"What?"
Willow pulled her head back slightly. "All these people are looking at me!" she said, then re-buried her head.
"Oh. Let me take care of that." Spike let out a loud growl, turning them in a slow circle so he could glare and bare his fangs at all the offending patrons. When he was about halfway around, his eyes met Buffy's.
"Fuck." Willow looked up again.
"What?"
"That damn chit. She screw everything up."
"Who?" Spiked looked down at Willow.
"Um, no one. I think we should leave now."
"Uh, ok."
Spike scooped Willow up and started walking to the door.
"No you don't," Buffy muttered under her breath, and started running, ignoring the cries of protest from those she bumped into. She reached the exit of the Bronze about two seconds after Willow and Spike. She ran through it, and stopped short. Spike had Willow backed against the alley wall, his hands all over her and his lips assaulting hers. Willow was whimpering and clawing at his head and back, running her fingers through his hair.
"Spike," she moaned.
~Oh my God. He's trying to rape her. If he's that desperate to screw a human, why didn't he just find a whore?~ She let out a yell and ripped Spike off of Willow, decking him squarely in the nose, hard enough to knock him to the ground. Spike grabbed his nose and put his other hand on the ground, about to push himself up when Buffy kicked his elbow with her left foot and his ribs with her right. He moaned in pain.
"Buffy! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm saving you. By the way, you're welcome."
"From what?"
Buffy stopped abusing Spike and looked at Willow. "From him," she said with disgust, kicking Spike again.
"Buffy, stop kicking him and think. Spike has a chip in his head. He can't hurt anyone."
"But- you were moaning, and whimpering, and, and..." Buffy trailed off. Both Willow and Spike looked at her, waiting. Ten seconds later, Buffy broke the silence. "Oh my God! Willow! What did he do to you? Was it some kind of spell? Like the one you did?"
"Buffy, listen to me very carefully. There is no spell. I let Spike kiss me."
"Of course you don't know there's a spell. Just like me and Spike didn't know. Let's go to Giles. He'll know what to do." "I am going home with Spike."
"You don't know what you're saying. As your best friend, it is my sworn duty to keep you from doing something you'll regret."
"I'm not going to regret this."
"Of course you won't. Now just come to Giles with me, okay?"
"Did you not hear me? No." Behind Buffy, Spike had started to climb quietly to his feet.
"Willow, don't make me use force." Spike was now standing behind Buffy, and he winked at Willow, and jerked his head to the right. Willow scampered to the front of the door, and as Buffy opened her mouth to ask what Willow was doing, Spike slammed her head forward, into the wall, and cried out in pain, doubling over and grasping his head. Willow rushed forward and wrapped her hands around his. She reached her fingers in between his spread- out ones, and began to lightly massage. After a few minutes, he looked up at her and smiled faintly. He placed his hands over hers, stilling them.
"Come one, pet. We better go. No telling when she'll wake up."
" 'K."
Spike pulled her hands from his head, and grabbed the right one with his left. They walked down the alley, laughing and talking.