Overheard
Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to admit it, the characters in this story are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon.
Thanks to anyone that has reviewed for this story. And thanks to my lovely friend Cai for beta-ing my writing. It is much appreciated.
Oh, and sorry this took so long to get out. School just started, and I've been a bit preoccupied.
~@~
Willow's eyes fluttered open and she looked around her. Slowly, the memory of the previous night returned to her, and she flushed scarlet, the color of her hair, at the memory.
God, what a night. She had had no idea that she had it in her to do some of the things that she had done. All in all, she had acted in a very un-Willow- like manner, and she had the aches and bite marks to prove it.
It was then that Willow realized that she was not alone. There was a rather cold, hard body lying half on top of her. Spike had his left arm draped over Willow's middle, a leg over her right leg, and his face buried in the crook of her neck. All in all, this served to effectively pin Willow to the bed.
Willow tried to get a good look at her sleeping companion. His face was relaxed and his hair was slightly tousled, with a couple of loose strands hanging over his eyes. **Wow.** Willow thought. **He actually looks pretty innocent when he's asleep.**
After struggling for about twenty minutes, Willow finally managed to squirm out from under Spike. Unfortunately, the force of her effort sent her sprawling of the side of bed, causing her to land of on the floor with a great thump.
"Aack!" Embarrassed, Willow brushed her hair out of her face and scrambled to her feet.
At the sound of Spike's soft chuckle, Willow gave him an indignant look. "It's not funny," she huffed.
"Alright, pet." Spike smiled at her. "You certainly look lovely this morning."
Actually, he thought to himself, what she looked was well fucked. Standing by the bed completely naked, the evidence of their previous night's activities were clearly visible. The finger-shaped bruises on Willow's hips as well as a great many scratches stood out against her creamy skin. Spike felt a swell of pride as he noticed the bite mark on her neck.
**She's mine,** Spike thought. **She's mine and I'm not going to give her up.**
**I am yours.** Willow thought.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike exclaimed. "I can hear what you think!"
Willow gave him a startled look. "You mean..you heard that?"
Spike gave her a predatory smile. "Yes. And I quite agree. You're mine."
Willow flushed with pleasure. For some reason, the thought of being Spike's was incredibly pleasant. Not twenty-four hours ago she would have staked him on sight. Or, more accurately, screamed in fright and run away, but nonetheless, she was very much afraid of him. Now, she was his.
And, apparently, they shared some sort of mental connection.
"Okay, just a minute." Willow, going into research mode, sat on the end of the bed, oblivious to her nudity. "So, I had this whole 'I can hear everyone's thoughts' thing. Now you can hear thoughts too. Maybe it's contagious and I passed it on to you when we..uh..we."
"Shagged?" Spike finished.
"Yes." Willow said awkwardly, a blush staining her cheeks.
Spike shrugged. "I suppose it's possible." Spike wasn't too terribly concerned about their current predicament. Sure, when he told himself in secret that he wanted to share a genuine connection with a woman, this wasn't exactly what he was thinking of, but it wasn't too bad. Willow was his, and this mind-connection only reinforced the fact.
Spike shook himself out of his reverie and realized that Willow was talking. **Not a good way to start a relationship, mate,** Spike thought to himself.
"No it's not," Willow chided.
Spike smiled sheepishly. He had actually forgotten that Willow could hear his thoughts, even when they were wandering and not focused on what she was currently telling him. **Sorry, luv.**
"It's alright. Don't let it happen again." Willow focused her best, 'I'm- very-disappointed-in-you,' face at him, but she couldn't keep it for long. Her sullen expression soon changed to one of mirth at the sight of Spike's guilty face, complete with pouting lips.
And then the moment was gone, and Spike was back to his normal confident self. "Surely," he began, a lecherous smile creeping across his face. "There is some way that I can make it up to you."
"Oh?" Willow grinned and scooted back on the bed as Spike crept towards her, crawling across the bed to hover over her.
"After all, we've still got several hours of daylight until it's.dark.enough.for me.to.go.outside." Spike's words were punctuated by the kisses he was trailing down Willow's body, each one leaving a small red mark.
Willow giggled at Spike's words, and when he placed a loud, wet kiss on her stomach, as if to punctuate his sentence, she began to laugh in earnest. However, her sparkling clear laughter faded away as her mouth was claimed by Spike's.
Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to admit it, the characters in this story are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon.
Thanks to anyone that has reviewed for this story. And thanks to my lovely friend Cai for beta-ing my writing. It is much appreciated.
Oh, and sorry this took so long to get out. School just started, and I've been a bit preoccupied.
~@~
Willow's eyes fluttered open and she looked around her. Slowly, the memory of the previous night returned to her, and she flushed scarlet, the color of her hair, at the memory.
God, what a night. She had had no idea that she had it in her to do some of the things that she had done. All in all, she had acted in a very un-Willow- like manner, and she had the aches and bite marks to prove it.
It was then that Willow realized that she was not alone. There was a rather cold, hard body lying half on top of her. Spike had his left arm draped over Willow's middle, a leg over her right leg, and his face buried in the crook of her neck. All in all, this served to effectively pin Willow to the bed.
Willow tried to get a good look at her sleeping companion. His face was relaxed and his hair was slightly tousled, with a couple of loose strands hanging over his eyes. **Wow.** Willow thought. **He actually looks pretty innocent when he's asleep.**
After struggling for about twenty minutes, Willow finally managed to squirm out from under Spike. Unfortunately, the force of her effort sent her sprawling of the side of bed, causing her to land of on the floor with a great thump.
"Aack!" Embarrassed, Willow brushed her hair out of her face and scrambled to her feet.
At the sound of Spike's soft chuckle, Willow gave him an indignant look. "It's not funny," she huffed.
"Alright, pet." Spike smiled at her. "You certainly look lovely this morning."
Actually, he thought to himself, what she looked was well fucked. Standing by the bed completely naked, the evidence of their previous night's activities were clearly visible. The finger-shaped bruises on Willow's hips as well as a great many scratches stood out against her creamy skin. Spike felt a swell of pride as he noticed the bite mark on her neck.
**She's mine,** Spike thought. **She's mine and I'm not going to give her up.**
**I am yours.** Willow thought.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike exclaimed. "I can hear what you think!"
Willow gave him a startled look. "You mean..you heard that?"
Spike gave her a predatory smile. "Yes. And I quite agree. You're mine."
Willow flushed with pleasure. For some reason, the thought of being Spike's was incredibly pleasant. Not twenty-four hours ago she would have staked him on sight. Or, more accurately, screamed in fright and run away, but nonetheless, she was very much afraid of him. Now, she was his.
And, apparently, they shared some sort of mental connection.
"Okay, just a minute." Willow, going into research mode, sat on the end of the bed, oblivious to her nudity. "So, I had this whole 'I can hear everyone's thoughts' thing. Now you can hear thoughts too. Maybe it's contagious and I passed it on to you when we..uh..we."
"Shagged?" Spike finished.
"Yes." Willow said awkwardly, a blush staining her cheeks.
Spike shrugged. "I suppose it's possible." Spike wasn't too terribly concerned about their current predicament. Sure, when he told himself in secret that he wanted to share a genuine connection with a woman, this wasn't exactly what he was thinking of, but it wasn't too bad. Willow was his, and this mind-connection only reinforced the fact.
Spike shook himself out of his reverie and realized that Willow was talking. **Not a good way to start a relationship, mate,** Spike thought to himself.
"No it's not," Willow chided.
Spike smiled sheepishly. He had actually forgotten that Willow could hear his thoughts, even when they were wandering and not focused on what she was currently telling him. **Sorry, luv.**
"It's alright. Don't let it happen again." Willow focused her best, 'I'm- very-disappointed-in-you,' face at him, but she couldn't keep it for long. Her sullen expression soon changed to one of mirth at the sight of Spike's guilty face, complete with pouting lips.
And then the moment was gone, and Spike was back to his normal confident self. "Surely," he began, a lecherous smile creeping across his face. "There is some way that I can make it up to you."
"Oh?" Willow grinned and scooted back on the bed as Spike crept towards her, crawling across the bed to hover over her.
"After all, we've still got several hours of daylight until it's.dark.enough.for me.to.go.outside." Spike's words were punctuated by the kisses he was trailing down Willow's body, each one leaving a small red mark.
Willow giggled at Spike's words, and when he placed a loud, wet kiss on her stomach, as if to punctuate his sentence, she began to laugh in earnest. However, her sparkling clear laughter faded away as her mouth was claimed by Spike's.