The lights from the school illuminated the dark DeSoto that pulled up in
front of the school. Spike rolled down the window and took a deep
unnecessary breath. He lit a cigarette and sat for a moment with his hand
holding the cigarette out the window and an eerie smile on his face.
The smile vanished as he heard a scream.
**Willow.**
Frantically, Spike dropped his cigarette as he climbed out of his car. He ran into the school and stopped short just as he was tackled by a flurry of red hair.
From their place on the floor, Spike moved the hair to display the tear- streaked, panicked face that he remembered so well from his dreams.
Spike stood up, hauling Willow to her feet. She stumbled slightly, clutching her head, and Spike scooped her up quickly before she fell completely.
He strode briskly out of the school. When Spike reached his car, he delicately placed Willow on the passenger side. Giving her a tender look, he brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Spike caught himself, and quickly replaced his smile with a look of cool indifference. The moment gone, Spike walked around, slid into the drivers side, and sped away from the school.
~@~
Xander lay on his bed staring at the ceiling while the soft sounds of Patsy Cline eminated from the radio on his bedside table. He kept playing the event over and over in his mind, each time he would do something else and Willow would end up safe and sound. Each possibility ended better than his reality.
After Willow had charged out of the library, he had sat there stunned for a moment, cradling his bruised face, which had later swelled up and covered the entire left side of his face with a deep purple bruise. He had then stood up and taken off after her, pushing Giles out of his way so that the older man landed on his back on the library floor. By the time Xander had reached the end of the hallway, she was gone. He had gone out onto the steps of the school to look for her, but she was no where in sight. He screamed her name until his voice was hoarse and tears streamed down his face, but it was all to no avail. She was gone. Eventually Buffy had managed to bring him back inside and, after a couple hours of just sitting in stunned silence, Buffy had walked him home, and he had gone up to his room to mope, thus finding him in his current position.
Willow was gone, and it was all his fault.
~@~
Willow groaned. It felt like her head was splitting open.
**What happened? Where am I?** Willow asked herself. Keeping her eyes squeezed shut she realized that she was lying on something soft. Startled, Willow jolted upright, but instantly regretted it when the clog-dancers in her brain decided to start dancing again. Cradling her aching head, she moaned again.
"I've always wanted to see you moaning on my bed. I just didn't think it would be so soon. I haven't even touched you yet."
Willow opened her eyes when she heard the silky male voice. **Spike!** Suddenly, Willow remembered. **My head! I hear thoughts! And then.running.and..ran into someone..Spike? Did I hit Spike? And, wait, where are the - **
"The voices." Willow spoke out loud.
Spike gave her a puzzled look from his position in a dark green leather chair in the corner. "What was that?"
"The voices. In my head. They're gone." Spike raised one eyebrow at this and gave her a look that clearly said what he was thinking, **Okay, so you're completely wacko, then.**
"I'm not insane." Willow said defensively. "They arrived a few days ago. I can hear what people think. But now I can't hear them. Except you. I think I heard you call me a wacko, which by the way, I'm not. Maybe it's because we're so far out of town. Are we far out of town? Where are we? Is this your place? It's nice."
Spike inwardly smiled at Willow's babblings. Not that he would ever admit it, but he found her ramblings endearing. He quickly shook the thoughts from his head and turned back to the frightened looking redhead that was currently sitting cross-legged on the foot of his bed.
"This," Spike began. "Is my bedroom. That, which you are sitting on, is my bed. We are quite a ways out of Sunnydale, so I wouldn't try any of that trying-to-escape nonsense if you have any idea what's good for you."
Willow looked around her for the first time since her arrival. It really was quite a nice room. The four-poster bed that she was currently seated on was made of dark mahogany and had a filmy red canopy. The blood red silk sheets completed the picture. Across from the foot of the bed was a large mahogany dresser with brass handles. Next to each side of the bed were bed- side tables that matched the bed and dresser. On one side of the room was a set of sliding doors that she could only assume hid a closet. In the corner was the dark leather chair where Spike was seated. On the other far side of the room away from her was another closed door which she could only assume led to a bathroom. It suited him, she decided immediately. It was dark, sensual, with more than a hint of danger, just like him.
Next she turned to exam Spike. He really was incredibly sexy. She started at his dark boots and her eyes worked their way up his black jean-clad legs. Her eyes quickly skipped over his crotch and moved on to examine his muscled chest that was encased in a tight black t-shirt and complemented his red silk shirt. Finally her eyes met his laughing blue ones.
He had noticed her perusal. He had almost groaned out loud as her eyes had reached his crotch, but he had bit it back. But when she met his eyes and realized that he knew what she had been doing, her face was suffused with a deep crimson color. He was disappointed when she ducked her head and hid those lovely green eyes from his view.
"What do you want with me?" she uttered quietly.
He laughed, the sensual sound filling the room, then he turned serious. "Do you really want to know, luv? I could tell you, but we don't have a lot of time. It could take all night. You want to know?"
Spike held his non-existent breath, waiting for her answer. **God, please let her say yes.**
Willow heard his un-uttered plea. She looked up and slowly met his eyes, which darkened visibly as she looked at him. She took a deep breath. "Tell me."
"I can't tell you."
Willow gave a quizzical look. "What do you mean? You just said - "
"I know what I said, Willow." Fire shot through her body, making every nerve ending alive. She couldn't move her eyes from his. He moved so quickly that she didn't even notice him move until she felt his lips pressed against hers. It was a light kiss, there wasn't even any tongue, but it held promise of more.
Spike broke the kiss after a couple of seconds, but he didn't move away. He whispered in a deep sultry voice, "I have to show you."
Before she knew it, she had been hauled to her feet and she was pressed up against him with his lips upon her. Willow struggled against him, but he was holding her too tight for her to escape. This was not like the first kiss. This one was far more passionate. He pulled her closer and she felt his hardness against her stomach.
Willow gasped and Spike took the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss. Willow wimpered and gave in. She wrapped her arms around his neck and somehow managed to pull him even closer.
Spike moved down and began to suck on her pulse point. Willow wimpered and held him to her neck. She barely registered that she was actually holding a master vampire closer to her neck, and that at any moment he could suck her dry, but she didn't really care. All that mattered were the delicious feelings that he was creating in her as his tongue wove circles on her skin.
**I don't believe. I'm finally getting her. She's so beautiful.** Willow smiled when she heard Spike's thoughts and they served to embolden her. Willow pushed his red shirt off his shoulders and then went to work on his t-shirt. "I want to see skin," she demanded as she attempted to rid him of the offending material.
Spike stepped back from her and smirked. "Ask, and you shall receive."
"I just did." Willow made a grab for Spike but he stepped back away from her grasping fingers.
"Nuh uh. Nope. You demanded. Ask for it." Spike spread his arms out and, smiling evily, waited for her to say it.
Willow glared at him. There was no way she was going to beg some dumb vampire to strip. On the other hand, he was incredibly gorgeous and the sooner she gave in, the sooner she would get to see his bare chest. **Oh, what the hell.**
"Spike," Willow pleaded. "Please. Strip. I need to see you." Spike smiled triumphantly and slowly removed his shirt. Then he started to move his hands toward his belt buckles, but paused and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.
Willow was totally slack-jawed. She just stood there and stared at him. God, he was yummy. All those muscles, but he wasn't big like Angel. But she far preferred Spike's lean body. She had never been attracted to the big muscle-bound men. Willow was startled out of her revery by Spike when he cleared his throat. "Why did you stop?" Willow managed to wimper.
"An eye for an eye, luv." Willow gave him a questioning look. "You next." Willow realized what he meant and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her in an emerald green lace bra. Against her better judgement, she had let Buffy talk her into buying it the week before, but now, judging by the look in Spike's eyes, she decided that it was the right decision.
Spike stepped up to Willow and backed her up until her knees hit the bed. Willow lay back on the silk sheets and looked up at her captor. Spike bent down and lowered his mouth to her breast. He began to suckle her nipples through the lace, switching back and forth between her left and right. Willow threw her head back while she laced her hands through his bleached locks and held him to her.
After what seemed like an eternity, Spike began to kiss his way down her body. He laid a soft kiss on each of the small freckles covering her pale stomach. Willow shivered visibly when Spikes tongue dipped into her navel and then continued on down.
Willow ran her hands over his back, loving the feel of his cool skin under her fingertips. She ran them down around his waist and over his stomach, feeling his muscles quiver under her touch. She found the fastening to his pants and began to undo it, pushing at them in indication that she wanted them gone and gone now.
Spike smiled. He couldn't believe that she was so responsive. He has suspected that there was more to her than there appeared to be, but he had never expected this. He loved it.
"Spike, please," she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to express her desires. She felt him bring his hand closer to where she needed it, then jumped when he brushed over her panties. Then, he pushed the material aside and touched her. She cried out in pleasure, her hips arching upwards, wanting more.
He stopped only to pull the panties off her, throwing them carelessly over his shoulder, before lowering himself back down to her aching core.
Willow cried out as Spike ran his tongue over her. He was relentless in his assault, delving two fingers inside of her. Suddenly Willow stilled, then exploded without warning, her entire body coming off the bed as she arched up screaming his name.
Spike stood, removing the remainder of her clothes and his own. Willow gasped as his hard length came into view. Spike smirked then returned to her.
Willow took a deep breath, which was cut off as Spike pressed his mouth to hers. His features shifted and he bit into her lower lip, lapping up the droplets that welled up. The pain of the bit distracted her as he entered her. He waited for her to adjust to him, then he began to move.
**Oh god. Oh god.** Spike repeated over and over in his head as he thrust into her. Her moans and cries increased, and when they came together it was incredibly powerful and they both felt as though each of their worlds had shattered.
Neither one noticed the bright white light that had engulfed them.
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A/N: Now does everyone see why I made this story rated R? Thanks to anyone who has reviewed. Please, keep reviewing. I love to hear what anyone has to say about my story. The chapters will be coming a bit quicker now because I'm out of school for the summer, so I have more time to write.
The smile vanished as he heard a scream.
**Willow.**
Frantically, Spike dropped his cigarette as he climbed out of his car. He ran into the school and stopped short just as he was tackled by a flurry of red hair.
From their place on the floor, Spike moved the hair to display the tear- streaked, panicked face that he remembered so well from his dreams.
Spike stood up, hauling Willow to her feet. She stumbled slightly, clutching her head, and Spike scooped her up quickly before she fell completely.
He strode briskly out of the school. When Spike reached his car, he delicately placed Willow on the passenger side. Giving her a tender look, he brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Spike caught himself, and quickly replaced his smile with a look of cool indifference. The moment gone, Spike walked around, slid into the drivers side, and sped away from the school.
~@~
Xander lay on his bed staring at the ceiling while the soft sounds of Patsy Cline eminated from the radio on his bedside table. He kept playing the event over and over in his mind, each time he would do something else and Willow would end up safe and sound. Each possibility ended better than his reality.
After Willow had charged out of the library, he had sat there stunned for a moment, cradling his bruised face, which had later swelled up and covered the entire left side of his face with a deep purple bruise. He had then stood up and taken off after her, pushing Giles out of his way so that the older man landed on his back on the library floor. By the time Xander had reached the end of the hallway, she was gone. He had gone out onto the steps of the school to look for her, but she was no where in sight. He screamed her name until his voice was hoarse and tears streamed down his face, but it was all to no avail. She was gone. Eventually Buffy had managed to bring him back inside and, after a couple hours of just sitting in stunned silence, Buffy had walked him home, and he had gone up to his room to mope, thus finding him in his current position.
Willow was gone, and it was all his fault.
~@~
Willow groaned. It felt like her head was splitting open.
**What happened? Where am I?** Willow asked herself. Keeping her eyes squeezed shut she realized that she was lying on something soft. Startled, Willow jolted upright, but instantly regretted it when the clog-dancers in her brain decided to start dancing again. Cradling her aching head, she moaned again.
"I've always wanted to see you moaning on my bed. I just didn't think it would be so soon. I haven't even touched you yet."
Willow opened her eyes when she heard the silky male voice. **Spike!** Suddenly, Willow remembered. **My head! I hear thoughts! And then.running.and..ran into someone..Spike? Did I hit Spike? And, wait, where are the - **
"The voices." Willow spoke out loud.
Spike gave her a puzzled look from his position in a dark green leather chair in the corner. "What was that?"
"The voices. In my head. They're gone." Spike raised one eyebrow at this and gave her a look that clearly said what he was thinking, **Okay, so you're completely wacko, then.**
"I'm not insane." Willow said defensively. "They arrived a few days ago. I can hear what people think. But now I can't hear them. Except you. I think I heard you call me a wacko, which by the way, I'm not. Maybe it's because we're so far out of town. Are we far out of town? Where are we? Is this your place? It's nice."
Spike inwardly smiled at Willow's babblings. Not that he would ever admit it, but he found her ramblings endearing. He quickly shook the thoughts from his head and turned back to the frightened looking redhead that was currently sitting cross-legged on the foot of his bed.
"This," Spike began. "Is my bedroom. That, which you are sitting on, is my bed. We are quite a ways out of Sunnydale, so I wouldn't try any of that trying-to-escape nonsense if you have any idea what's good for you."
Willow looked around her for the first time since her arrival. It really was quite a nice room. The four-poster bed that she was currently seated on was made of dark mahogany and had a filmy red canopy. The blood red silk sheets completed the picture. Across from the foot of the bed was a large mahogany dresser with brass handles. Next to each side of the bed were bed- side tables that matched the bed and dresser. On one side of the room was a set of sliding doors that she could only assume hid a closet. In the corner was the dark leather chair where Spike was seated. On the other far side of the room away from her was another closed door which she could only assume led to a bathroom. It suited him, she decided immediately. It was dark, sensual, with more than a hint of danger, just like him.
Next she turned to exam Spike. He really was incredibly sexy. She started at his dark boots and her eyes worked their way up his black jean-clad legs. Her eyes quickly skipped over his crotch and moved on to examine his muscled chest that was encased in a tight black t-shirt and complemented his red silk shirt. Finally her eyes met his laughing blue ones.
He had noticed her perusal. He had almost groaned out loud as her eyes had reached his crotch, but he had bit it back. But when she met his eyes and realized that he knew what she had been doing, her face was suffused with a deep crimson color. He was disappointed when she ducked her head and hid those lovely green eyes from his view.
"What do you want with me?" she uttered quietly.
He laughed, the sensual sound filling the room, then he turned serious. "Do you really want to know, luv? I could tell you, but we don't have a lot of time. It could take all night. You want to know?"
Spike held his non-existent breath, waiting for her answer. **God, please let her say yes.**
Willow heard his un-uttered plea. She looked up and slowly met his eyes, which darkened visibly as she looked at him. She took a deep breath. "Tell me."
"I can't tell you."
Willow gave a quizzical look. "What do you mean? You just said - "
"I know what I said, Willow." Fire shot through her body, making every nerve ending alive. She couldn't move her eyes from his. He moved so quickly that she didn't even notice him move until she felt his lips pressed against hers. It was a light kiss, there wasn't even any tongue, but it held promise of more.
Spike broke the kiss after a couple of seconds, but he didn't move away. He whispered in a deep sultry voice, "I have to show you."
Before she knew it, she had been hauled to her feet and she was pressed up against him with his lips upon her. Willow struggled against him, but he was holding her too tight for her to escape. This was not like the first kiss. This one was far more passionate. He pulled her closer and she felt his hardness against her stomach.
Willow gasped and Spike took the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss. Willow wimpered and gave in. She wrapped her arms around his neck and somehow managed to pull him even closer.
Spike moved down and began to suck on her pulse point. Willow wimpered and held him to her neck. She barely registered that she was actually holding a master vampire closer to her neck, and that at any moment he could suck her dry, but she didn't really care. All that mattered were the delicious feelings that he was creating in her as his tongue wove circles on her skin.
**I don't believe. I'm finally getting her. She's so beautiful.** Willow smiled when she heard Spike's thoughts and they served to embolden her. Willow pushed his red shirt off his shoulders and then went to work on his t-shirt. "I want to see skin," she demanded as she attempted to rid him of the offending material.
Spike stepped back from her and smirked. "Ask, and you shall receive."
"I just did." Willow made a grab for Spike but he stepped back away from her grasping fingers.
"Nuh uh. Nope. You demanded. Ask for it." Spike spread his arms out and, smiling evily, waited for her to say it.
Willow glared at him. There was no way she was going to beg some dumb vampire to strip. On the other hand, he was incredibly gorgeous and the sooner she gave in, the sooner she would get to see his bare chest. **Oh, what the hell.**
"Spike," Willow pleaded. "Please. Strip. I need to see you." Spike smiled triumphantly and slowly removed his shirt. Then he started to move his hands toward his belt buckles, but paused and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.
Willow was totally slack-jawed. She just stood there and stared at him. God, he was yummy. All those muscles, but he wasn't big like Angel. But she far preferred Spike's lean body. She had never been attracted to the big muscle-bound men. Willow was startled out of her revery by Spike when he cleared his throat. "Why did you stop?" Willow managed to wimper.
"An eye for an eye, luv." Willow gave him a questioning look. "You next." Willow realized what he meant and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her in an emerald green lace bra. Against her better judgement, she had let Buffy talk her into buying it the week before, but now, judging by the look in Spike's eyes, she decided that it was the right decision.
Spike stepped up to Willow and backed her up until her knees hit the bed. Willow lay back on the silk sheets and looked up at her captor. Spike bent down and lowered his mouth to her breast. He began to suckle her nipples through the lace, switching back and forth between her left and right. Willow threw her head back while she laced her hands through his bleached locks and held him to her.
After what seemed like an eternity, Spike began to kiss his way down her body. He laid a soft kiss on each of the small freckles covering her pale stomach. Willow shivered visibly when Spikes tongue dipped into her navel and then continued on down.
Willow ran her hands over his back, loving the feel of his cool skin under her fingertips. She ran them down around his waist and over his stomach, feeling his muscles quiver under her touch. She found the fastening to his pants and began to undo it, pushing at them in indication that she wanted them gone and gone now.
Spike smiled. He couldn't believe that she was so responsive. He has suspected that there was more to her than there appeared to be, but he had never expected this. He loved it.
"Spike, please," she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to express her desires. She felt him bring his hand closer to where she needed it, then jumped when he brushed over her panties. Then, he pushed the material aside and touched her. She cried out in pleasure, her hips arching upwards, wanting more.
He stopped only to pull the panties off her, throwing them carelessly over his shoulder, before lowering himself back down to her aching core.
Willow cried out as Spike ran his tongue over her. He was relentless in his assault, delving two fingers inside of her. Suddenly Willow stilled, then exploded without warning, her entire body coming off the bed as she arched up screaming his name.
Spike stood, removing the remainder of her clothes and his own. Willow gasped as his hard length came into view. Spike smirked then returned to her.
Willow took a deep breath, which was cut off as Spike pressed his mouth to hers. His features shifted and he bit into her lower lip, lapping up the droplets that welled up. The pain of the bit distracted her as he entered her. He waited for her to adjust to him, then he began to move.
**Oh god. Oh god.** Spike repeated over and over in his head as he thrust into her. Her moans and cries increased, and when they came together it was incredibly powerful and they both felt as though each of their worlds had shattered.
Neither one noticed the bright white light that had engulfed them.
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A/N: Now does everyone see why I made this story rated R? Thanks to anyone who has reviewed. Please, keep reviewing. I love to hear what anyone has to say about my story. The chapters will be coming a bit quicker now because I'm out of school for the summer, so I have more time to write.