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Willow woke up the next morning and stretched. She glanced over and smiled at her husband, who was watching her. "Morning."
Xander leaned down and kissed her, getting more and more excited about the fun filled night he hoped his wife would have. "So, you don't mind that I invited Spike to our little dinner tonight? I mean, I knew we were just going to cook steaks and eat out on the porch. . ."
Willow giggled. She had decided herself to invite Spike to dinner, but Xander had beaten her to the punch. "Of course not! I was thinking that we *should* invite him. I mean, he's had such a hard time with Dru getting staked. . .and you know there's only so much of Angel one person can take."
Xander laughed, pulling his wife into his arms. She snuggled against him, running her fingertips along his chest. "I can't believe she talked him into letting his hair grow out and let it go back to his natural color."
"I know," Willow said softly. "I mean, blonde hair was so much of who Spike was. . .and he looks *so* different with all that long brown hair. . .poor Angel, couldn't keep his eyes off of him."
"He looked nice though," Xander said, smiling. "I'd still shag him."
Willow giggled, sitting up. < If you only knew, Xanny-poo, > she thought. "Would you now?"
Xander trailed his fingertips up her sides. "Yea, I mean, why the hell not? You've been with a woman, it's fair that I have one night with a man." He brushed his fingers under her breasts, then grazed the tip of her nipples with his thumbs.
She licked her lips and closed her eyes. "I would love to watch that," she whispered. "Watch as he pounded into you, as he covered your body with his." She squirmed slightly, looking for friction to relieve the ache she'd been feeling all night. She'd dreamed about the moment earlier, about watching Spike become her and Xander's lover, and she'd been throbbing ever since, wanting to feel Xander, or Spike - or both - sink into her.
He smiled slightly, his dark eyes filling with passion. His fingertips skimmed over her stomach, to her wet curls. He slipped a finger inside of her with a grin. "I see that the thought of he and I together turns you on," he said, leaning up to whisper against her lips.
She pushed herself against his hand, gripping his shoulders to hold on to him for leverage. She began to push back and forth, fucking herself on his still hand. "Oh, goddess, Xander, if you only knew what I would do to watch that. . .to be in the middle of the two of you. Looking down at your face as I fucked you, feeling him pounding into me from behind. . .Or looking down at him while you take me. . ."
Xander growled softly, needing to be inside of his wife. He pulled his hand away from her dripping cunt and pushed her back, leaning over her. He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with love and desire.
"No," she whispered, pushing on his chest. She had a slight frown on her face.
Xander blinked, not believing what she was telling him. This was the first time in the seven years they'd been married that she said no. "No?"
She turned over and got on her knees, leaning down on her elbows. She looked over her shoulder at him with a brazen smile. "From behind," she purred. "You know I like it best that way."
He chuckled. "Of course." He kneeled behind her and grabbed her hips, easing her back, impaling her with his hard rod. He groaned softly, feeling the way her walls clenched at him, how wet she was and easy he slid in, but how almost virginal tight she was. Seven years of fucking like rabbits and she was still as tight as she was the first time they were together.
She pushed back against him, needing him hard and rough. He was going too slow, taking too much time. "Harder," she said through gritted teeth.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the length of her back with a smile. "Harder?" he asked. Ever so often, she'd go through phases where she didn't want him to make love to her, she wanted him to fuck her: fuck her hard, fast, and rough. Those couplings usually took place after a particularly erotic dream she had that involved the blonde object of their affections.
She slammed her body into his as rough as she could from the position she was in. "*Harder*, Xander. Fuck me!"
He slapped her ass and she moaned, growing wetter by the second. "I can fuck you, little girl, if that's what you want. I can fuck you hard." He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her up so her back was to his chest. He was still deep inside of her, but not moving. He grabbed her hair and turned her head to the side so she was looking at him. Her green eyes were wide and dark; glittering with desire. "Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you hard?"
"And rough," she whimpered.
Xander never questioned her little trips to the dark side, her need for violence. He knew that when he visited that world, and needed her to hurt him, it was probably a lasting side effect of the abuse he went through as a child. However, Willow had never had a hand laid on her, and she enjoyed it *much* more than he did. She always came harder, lasted longer, if there was a touch of pain to it. Xander assumed it was because of them being around the darkness for so long. . .some of it just rubbed off on her.
He pushed her down, holding the back of her neck tightly. He leaned over her, pounding into her, the way he knew she liked it. She was thrusting her hips backwards against him, crying out in pleasure and pain, begging him for more.
Xander's eyes were riveted to a small spot on her shoulder, near her neck. He licked his lips, imagining how it would feel to bite her, to break her skin, taste her blood. He'd bitten her over the years, but never hard, never *ever* broke her skin.
He wanted to. . .more than he wanted anything at that moment. He didn't know how she would react though. He didn't want to ask her, and ruin the moment. . .
< Fuck it, > he thought. < If it pisses her off, it pisses her off. > "Willow," he whispered in her ear.
She mumbled a response, but it was incoherent. She was too wrapped up in the painful pleasure of Xander's fuck.
"Do you want me to really hurt you?" he asked.
"Please," she begged, tears filling her eyes. "I need it, Xander. . .I need to feel the pain."
Xander grinned maniacally and licked his lips. He sank his blunt teeth into that spot on her neck he couldn't keep his eyes off. She bucked against him and screamed, exploding in what was probably the most intense orgasm she'd experienced in a long time.
He licked the blood off the gashes in her skin, then tensed, feeling his impending orgasm. He thrust hard into her and came himself, shuddering against her. He collapsed, trapping her petite body between his and the bed.
"Ug, Xander, you big lug," she purred. "Get off."
"I think I just did," he laughed, rolling over.
She ran her fingers through her hair and turned to him, her eyes shining. "Oh, goddess, Xander, what the hell made you bite me?"
He looked up at her, confused. Her words sounded angry, but her face looked happy. "I. . .uh. . .wanted to?"
She pressed against him, running her tongue up his neck. "It was incredible," she purred.
He chuckled. "Well, thank you, love. Of *course* it was wonderful, did you expect anything less?"
"It's always good with you, baby." She closed her eyes, and together, the two drifted back to sleep.
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