Chapter Nine
The ceiling shimmered with the water's reflection, Willow stared up at it mesmerised. The water was steadily growing cold and she sank deeper into the depths of the bath trying to keep warm. She couldn't bring herself to climb from the bath, to return to the bedroom where Spike was currently sleeping. She wanted to leave, to walk out the door. But she suspected he'd asked the people at the desk to keep an eye on her. To stop her should she try to leave. Finally she dragged herself from the bath and grabbed a towel, it was larger than the king size duvet she shared with Spike and she wrapped herself in it several times.
Spike had brought her back to the hotel that morning practically carrying her. Tomorrow they would be setting off for London, and she would never see her friends again. The thought brought fresh tears to her eyes and she quickly swiped them away.
"Willow?" Spike's voice was muffled by the heavy door and she debated ignoring him, but she knew he would just come in without permission. Dropping the towel she quickly dressed nightclothes, before shrugging on a thick dressing robe and opening the bathroom door. He was leaning against the doorframe, his right hand tapping against the wooden post. "Get dressed."
"No." Her voice was firm and Spike looked at her startled. "I don't want to go out. I don't want to be around people." She saw the sky was dark behind the curtains and moved to open them.
"I want tonight to be special for you." Spike said grabbing her forearm lightly and pulling her away from the window.
"Spike I just want to be left alone." She looked at him pleadingly and turned to face him.
"You won't feel like that by sunrise. Promise." He crushed her against him and pressed their lips together; his hand slipped beneath her dressing robe and cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and gently circled it, feeling it grow solid beneath the pads of his thumb. Willow's breath hitched in her throat and she pressed herself closer to him. He swiftly unbelted her robe and pushed it from her shoulders, he paused and took in her flushed appearance, the sight of her small yet soft and round breasts heaving as she breathed in desire. Picking her up he dumped her on the bed and straddled her, his hands teasingly rubbing her breasts through the thin nightgown. "Do you still want to be left alone?" Her face was a mixture of terror, pleasure, guilt and lust. She looked away from him unable to answer. She desperately wanted him to continue, her nipples were hard and the slightest touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her and she wanted to cry out. But this was Spike. She shouldn't be feeling like this. Sensually he ran his hands along her shoulders, teasing the spaghetti straps of her nightgown down to reveal her breasts. He lowered his mouth to her right breast and teasingly flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her back arched instinctively and she moaned in pleasure. "I'll leave you alone then." He moved his mouth to her ear and she shook her head ever so slightly. He took the belt of her dressing robe and quickly bound her hands to the bedpost, the sight of her nightdress pulled down to her midriff exposing her breasts left him hard. She stared at him in confusion, her hands tied above her head. "You wanted to be left alone," he reminded her, "and I want to be sure you don't try and run away." He circled her nipples once more leaving her almost crying in pleasurable frustration.
He drew the curtains around the four poster bed and went down to the reception desk. The girl behind him gave him a wide smile and he looked her up and down with disinterest, she was slightly plumper than the girls who worked in Las Vegas. Her bottle blonde hair was pulled back into a high pony tail and the blouse of her uniform was undone one button too far leaving an expanse of cleavage spilling out. He ordered a small feast for Willow and stepped outside to smoke a few cigarettes, he pictured her tied to the bed and smiled to himself. He returned to the room and shut the door quietly; he crept to the bed and peeked through a slit between the curtains. With a growl he pulled them back. Where Willow should have been there was nothing but thin air. He sniffed the air and smelt burning. Closing his eyes he focused on blocking out all sounds and scents except those that would lead him to Willow. He found her in the bathroom staring at herself in the mirror. She had changed from her nightgown into a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck. Quietly he stepped beside her, but this time she was listening out for him and she whipped around startled.
"I thought you didn't want to go out tonight?"
"I don't. But I don't want to do...that either." She whispered her cheeks flushing crimson. Spike smiled at her and fingered the collar of her turtleneck.
"Liar." He tore the sweater in half and pulled it free from her arms; Willow cried out and tried to cover herself. There was a knock on the door to the main room and he left Willow to open it. As he left her alone Willow turned to look at the mirror. Was she really going to do this? She stared at her reflection in the mirror, what was it Spike saw in her? She was timid, there was nothing to her. She was slim, her breasts were small, and her face was round and timid looking. When she emerged from the bathroom hugging herself Spike was holding something out to her. "Oysters," he smiled, " quite the aphrodisiac." Willow pulled a face but Spike was not to be deterred, he pressed the smooth edges of the shell to her lips and tipped. Willow tipped her head back to catch the oyster in her mouth; it was slimy against her tongue and salty. She tried not to gag as she swallowed it, this was meant to put people in the mood?! Spike laughed at her face and pulled her close. He kissed her gently and brought his hands round to her back.
There's no point in fighting this...he'll take you anyway. A small voice in Willow's mind timidly pointed out. She was overwhelmed with guilt, she found Spike attractive and despite everything when he kissed her she did desire him. She closed her eyes, if she couldn't see him she could pretend he was someone else...couldn't she? She felt his fingers flicker against her back and the next second he was drawing her bra off. She tried to move her hands to cover herself but Spike gently nipped her neck.
"Don't." He whispered. "I want to see you." He gently drew her arms to her side and she opened her eyes, her face was hot as she found him staring at her. He moved her hands up along his arms, to his shoulder, guiding her. Instructing her. She pushed the crimson shirt from his shoulders to reveal strong arms beneath his tight black t-shirt. Spike pulled it off and stood in front of her, both of them naked from the waist up and staring at each other with desire. Timidly Willow stepped up to Spike and pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently. Her hands linked behind his neck, she could feel the muscles in his shoulders rippling as he moved to caress her back and breasts once more. Spike broke the kiss to tear off his boots, he was about to remove his jeans when Willow took hold of his hands to stop him. Nervously she undid the buttons and worked the zip free. "Willow...look at me." His voice was commanding but gentle and she looked up at him startled. Her eyes were bright with burning desire, but he could see the hesitation and guilt in them. He removed his jeans; he never bothered with boxers and so stood naked in front of her. Willow's cheeks burned brighter at the sight of him, naked and fully erect. Spike kissed her nose, cheeks, lips, neck and worked his way down her breasts to her belly button. When he was kneeling in front of her he undid the top button of her jeans and pulled the zip down with his teeth. As she lifted her feet to step from them he swept them out the way, she stood there in only a pair of cotton panties. He drew these down with his teeth also and when he looked up her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she was hugging herself once more. "You're beautiful love," he whispered giving her belly button a teasing lick. He began trailing kisses once more, along her mound down to her inner thighs. He could feel her femoral pulse beating rapidly against his lips. His face changed to his primal mask, his fangs quivering. He kissed her inner thigh gently and bent his head just in case she should open her eyes. "Willow...do you mind if I...just a quick taste?" This would be the last time he tasted her blood so pure. She made a small squeak of consent and he gently broke the skin with his fangs. He was much more careful than the few times he'd bitten her neck. The femoral artery was delicate, and the skin sensitive. Willow gave her a small moan and his hands moved to cup her buttocks, supporting and fondling her at the same time. He drew a few mouthfuls before forcing himself to stop, otherwise she would pass out and he wasn't quite sure he could get her in this position again. As he stood up he scooped her into his arms and gently rested her on the bed, he made sure his face had returned to its human state.
Willow opened her eyes to find Spike leaning over her, his hands flat on either side of the mattress and supporting his weight. For a few seconds vampire and human stared at each other, Willow's hand reached up to stroke his face. She traced the scar along his eyebrow, traced the outline of his lips and ran her hands through his silky blonde hair. He brought his lips down to hers and slowly began to relax his weight on top of her, careful not to crush her. He nudged her legs apart as he moved his lips down to her nipples. He sucked, licked and teased each in turn whilst one of his hands slipped between her legs where he found her wet and wanting. He kissed her neck, it took all his self control to keep his primal instincts in control. She had asked how he lived alongside humans so easily but the truth was to this day he found it hard. Especially in a position such as this where he could smell her blood, could practically hear it roaring through her veins. He kissed her gently and held her gaze.
"Ready?" She nodded and reached up to wrap an arm around his shoulders. She arched her back as he pressed his tip against her. Swiftly he drove into her, the pain was sharp and she let out a gasp but it lasted only for a second. After that she was filled with warmth, a coursing sense of pleasure and she pressed herself closer to him, arching her back as high as she could. She bit back a mew of pleasure as Spike began to move slowly within her, gradually picking up speed as they rocked their hips together in unison. Spike moved once more from her lips to her breasts, continuing his gentle assault on them. Willow's skin began to shine with a fine sheen of sweat and she gripped the duvet beneath her causing it to bunch.
"Oh Spike," she murmured pressing his head closer to her breasts, arching her back trying to be as close to him as humanly possible. The rocking motion of him inside her made her feel complete. She'd never felt so whole. She could feel a mountain of pleasure building up in her core and spreading out to her very fingertips. Spike sensed she was almost at the peak, he couldn't stop himself and just at the moment they climaxed together he buried his fangs into her neck drawing out the sweet nectar of her blood once more. Willow cried out, but it wasn't as painful as it had been all the other times. Coupled with the orgasm of their union it sent her spinning over the edge, into a pool of intense pleasure. Her body trembled beneath Spike's and her legs wrapped themselves around his hips pressing him close once more. When he had taken his fill Spike licked the wound clean and kissed her passionately, he forgot that he still had his primal mask on but Willow didn't seem to mind or she was too drunk on their coupling to notice. Slowly Spike slid from out of her and pulled the covers over them. Willow was still quivering and he massage her breasts as she sighed and dozed off. She seemed content, he wondered if she would still feel the same way come tomorrow night...