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Willow glanced around the lobby of Josephine's. She'd only been there one other time in her entire life, when her parents were home and took her and Xander there for her 14th Birthday. She had a great time until Xander had spilled his coke all over the entire table. Having never been in such a fancy resturant, her best friend was extremely uncomfortable to be there.
She smiled briefly at the image of Xander Harris begging her father not to hate him for ruining her birthday. She remembered the smile on Ira's face when she wrapped her arms around Xander tightly and promised him that nothing he could ever do would ever ruin anything for her.
She laughed slightly. She had been *so* in love with Xander back then, thinking that he was the sun to her world, everything that life was. But now, that she had met Spike, and seen how much more she enjoyed the moon to her night. . .well, she knew she never loved Xander like she loved Spike.
With a sigh, she went to the man standing at the podium to greet guests. "Um, I'm. . ."
"Willow Rosenberg, yes ma'am," the man said.
Willow blinked, not expecting him to know her off the bat. She smiled graciously and took his arm as he led her to a secluded table on the porch, where there was no one else. He sat her down, purposely giving her the chair with her back to the door. So her suitor wanted her to be surprised? She could handle that.
She took her seat, unfolding her linen napkin. She smiled, crossing her legs. The silk stockings felt too delicious on her, making her want to wear them the next time Spike made love to her. She blushed, glancing down. Spike would probably laugh at her, wondering where her mind had gone to. "Bloody hell, pet!" she could hear him in her head, "you want wear clothes when I shag you? Are you daft?"
She looked out over the lake beside the resturant, enjoying the way the full white moon reflected on the dark water. It was a calm lake, and reminded her of Spike. Dark and menacing looking, but calm. The way the moonlight caressed it's gentle waves made her miss Spike, made her body ache to be with him. She sighed sadly, brushing away a lone tear.
She froze when cold fingers trailed along the back of her neck. She hadn't heard anyone join her on the porch, and the way the fingers were cool to the touch let her know that her *suitor* was a vampire. She hadn't brought any stakes, not thinking about being in any danger. < Oh, goddess, oh, goddess, > she thought, her eyes darting around to see what she could use as a makeshift stake.
She cringed when she felt the vampire behind her lean down, whispering in her ear: "Well, pet, I never thought you'd be scared of me."
All fear in her body was replaced with relief as she recognized the voice of her lover. She smiled briefly, then frowned. What was he doing there? Did he know about her meeting with her secret admirer? Would he be angry? Would he lash out and hurt her? Of course, that *would* be the perfect way to end the perfect week. . .
"Do you like the way the stockings feel, Red? As soon as I saw them, I thought of you," he purred, having moved to her other ear. "I thought of you underneath me, wrapping those silk covered legs around my waist. . .got hard right there in Victoria's Secret, imagining you wearing nothing but them and the garter belt. . ."
Willow moaned softly, closing her eyes. She tilted her head back, laying it on his shoulder. Cool lips traveled down the length of her neck, stopping at her jugular. Blunt teeth nipped at her pulse playfully. She shifted in her chair, wanting to feel him against her. "Spike," she moaned. "Spike, stop teasing. . ."
The blonde smiled against her skin, the arousal pouring off of her in waves. He knew she would fancy the stockings, but didn't think she would enjoy them that much. "Such a beautiful neck," he murmured against her skin. "But so bare. . ."
Willow slowly opened her eyes to see a shining emerald solitaire dangling from a chain in his hand. "Goddess, Spike," she breathed, "it's. . .it's beautiful." Tears filled her eyes. "Why? Why did you do all of this?" She turned, her happy tear filled eyes meeting his.
"Because I wanted you to know how much I love you, Willow," he purred, kneeling next to her. "I've had it planned since Monday, and the little cheerleader helped me pick out the dress for you that night. I didn't want you to know that I was coming home yet."
She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Spike, I love you so much. You have made the worst week so much better."
He smiled. "Shall we have dinner?" he asked with a gleam in his eye.
Her hand snaked down his body, cupping the erection through his tight black jeans. "Mmm. . .I'm not really that hungry. I was thinking we should go back to your apartment. Perhaps we could have desert there?" she asked suggestively.
"Bloody hell, pet. You are a woman after my own heart."
Her laughter echoed out into the night.
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His movements were sweet torture. She was on her stomach, his long fingers kneading her back. She hadn't even taken the dress off yet, wondering why Spike claimed he wanted to just give her a back massage. At first, she didn't want him to, wanting him to throw her down and shag the hell out of her, but now. . .
Now she was aching for it, but wanted him to make love to her slowly. "Spike," she purred.
His cool lips brushed against the base of her spine. She moaned, arching her back slightly. "Spike, you are driving me crazy," she whispered.
His lips danced up her spine, causing her to tremble under him. Fingers slipped under the straps of the dress, pulling them off her shoulders. He leaned down and his voice caressed her ear: "I plan to, pet."
She moaned softly as he turned her over, slipping the dress off her shoulders. He pulled it down, sliding the velvet across her heated skin, careful not to touch her with his fingers. He smiled down at the red-haired beauty on his bed, lying there with nothing but a garter belt, black
panties, and silk stockings. He eased her panties off, inhaling the sweet smell of her arousal. "Remind me never to leave you alone for such a long time," he murmured, trailing his fingers along her stomach.
She arched her back, closing her eyes. "Spike, I ache for you. . .make love to me, please?"
He quickly pulled his clothes off and stretched out on the bed beside her. "I never could resist you naked and begging," he murmured with a smile. He rolled over, pressing her smaller body into the bed underneath his. His eyes closed as he sank into her tight core, groaning softly. The demon within him raged and demanded that he shag her senseless, but he held back, wanting to be sweet and slow with his Red Goddess.
Willow brushed her fingertips along his cheek, leaning up to kiss the ridges that had formed at trying to keep control. She could feel his body trembling, knew that he wanted in his heart to make love to her slow, but that his body and his demon demanded for him to be rough, to claim her as he had so many times in the past.
Amber eyes opened, and she could see the war in his eyes. She smiled, deciding to take the decision away from him. She wrapped one of her legs around his hip, running the silk against his ass. She loved the feeling of him being inside of her while she wore the silk, enjoying the extra bit of sexiness it made her feel.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, exposing her neck. "Goddess, Spike, please fuck me," she whispered, her quiet voice shattering the silence that had descended on the room and the dam that held Spike's emotions in check.
With a soft growl, he began to pound into her with reckless abandon, knowing that she'd be sore in the morning. However, both he and his demon didn't care much at that point, knowing that she would forgive him and tease him, but never be angry with him because of it. She liked it too rough to be angry.
She wrapped both legs around his hips, locking at the ankles. She arched her back and cried out as his hand snaked between their bodies and twisted her clit. Her body shuddered in the sweet release she hadn't been able to find with her own hand the week before. He roared against her neck as his own orgasm washed over him, sinking his fangs into the skin. She moaned, enjoying the feeling of lightheadedness and pleasure his drinking from her produced.
She wrapped her arms around him tightly, blinking sleepily. "Spikey," she whispered with a slight yawn, stifling a giggle that came from his content purr and his tongue licking possessively on his fresh bites. "Spikey, sleepy."
He rolled to his side, bringing her with him. He never stopped licking her neck as he reached down, grabbing her leg under her knee, and pulled the silky leg over his hip. She shifted somewhat to get comfortable, knowing that she would be long asleep before he stopped purring and licking her bites.
"I love you, pet," he whispered against the bites, licking them again. "I love you so much." His purring continued, knowing that it would soothe her to sleep. He smiled softly as her breathing slowed and she fell asleep, thankful that she trusted him enough to sleep in his arms every night.
He kissed her bites gently, yawning. He pulled her warm body closer, burying his face in her neck. With one last lick, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
End
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