Be My Druidess

TITLE: Be My Druidess
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: Willow and Spike, damn it.
RATING: NC-17! WHOO HOO!
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Notta really. Spike's been implanted, but that's about it that's a spoiler.
SUMMARY: Spike delves into Willow's journal. . .finds out interesting things about the witch. . . NOTES: This is a response to my challenge. Use "Be My Druidess" by Type O Negative, and make it W/S, and make it smut. Also, anything in ** ** is Willow's journal entry. Takes place in August of 2001. Willow and Spike are friends.
DEDICATION: To all those that I so haughtily brushed off to write this. . .Jinni, Inell, Neko, Jazz. . .love you guys. Thanks for letting the muse write. :)

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Spike settled down in Willow's overstuffed leather chair. He sighed audibly (and quite unnecessarily), his body relaxing after the intense beating he'd received from the latest batch of demons he helped the Scooby Gang fight.

It had been two years since he'd been implanted with the chip, half a year since he'd had it removed, but he still fought the side of good, still helped the Slayer take out the fiends from Hell that decided Sunnydale would be a great place to set up house.

Everyone assumed it was because of the years, that Spike had matured, changed. That wasn't it though. That was never the reason why he stayed in Sunnydale, though he let every one of the annoying humans think that. Little did they know that he woke up every night, wanting to rip each and every one of their heads off and drain them dry.

Every single one of them but Willow.

Willow was the reason he stayed, why he remained good. He knew that nothing would ever happen between the two of them, watching her go from the werewolf, to the blonde female witch, and then back to a man - someone normal who strived to make her life as easy and pleasant as possible.

She eventually broke up with him, claiming he didn't give her enough excitement. Spike was happy about that - the bloke still refused to believe in vampires, even though the blonde purposely went into game face in front of him one night, nearly making him pee in his pants. And yet, like the rest of the clueless town of Sunnydale, he remained ignorant to what went bump in the night.

"Red!" Spike called out, itching to get her laptop and play online. He'd discovered a page devoted to William the Bloody and it thrilled him to no end that people admired him.

"Yea?" she called out, her voice carrying downstairs.

"Can I hook up your laptop and check my email?"

She stuck her head around the corner of the hallway upstairs, her long wet blood red hair flying around her face. "Sure," she said. "Just turn it back off when you finish. And please remember to use the Start Button this time, Spike, not just rip the cord out of the wall."

Spike grinned sheepishly. "Yea, yea, whatever, witch."

Eagerly, like a child getting a new toy, Spike hooked up Willow's laptop, bouncing in his seat. He hadn't checked the boards on the web page in a few days, and he was eager to see what people said when he announced his presence as '*The* William the Bloody'. He'd given specifics on his life, knowing that they could easily find and verify the facts.

A screen popped up on the computer. It read: "Willow, would you like to make a journal entry?" Spike grumbled and clicked no. He was heading for the connection icon when another screen popped up. "Would you like to read past journal entries?"

The mouse hovered over 'no', knowing he shouldn't read Willow's personal thoughts, but the demon curiosity got the better of him and he clicked yes.

A page of text opened, and he scanned through it, seeing nothing interesting. Just boring mortal thoughts about boring mortal things. He backed up a few days, finally stopping when he saw the words "Spike" mentioned several times.

He started at the beginning of the entry, wanting to know what the little witch thought of him.

**August 3, 2001

I dreamt about him again. I haven't dreamt about him in I don't know how long. Ok, so I dreamed about him last week, but nothing this intense. I blame Xander. He's the one who let me borrow that silly Type O Negative CD.

It's a wonder I can be his friend, how I can act nonchalant around him, knowing that I see him every night, watch him stalk the evil in the night, see how sleek he can be. I wonder sometimes what he would look like if he were pursuing me. Would he take it slow? Would he tease? Would he be the vampire he is? Or would he just storm into my room and claim me, like he tried so very long ago?

I wonder why Spike stays with us. I know that he doesn't want to be here, that there is an ulterior motive. Buffy likes to think he's changed, but I know he still has the demon, that the evil still resides in his heart. But as far as I know, he hasn't killed, not since before the chip. We were worried at first, when the chip came out. . .but he'd helped us so much, Buffy wanted to do it for him. I was surprised at how caring and compassionate my blonde friend was about the whole thing.

Anyway, back to my dream. There is this song on the CD, it's called 'Be My Druidess'. Beautiful song. Click ~here~ to listen to my MP3 of the song.**

Spike turned the volume on the computer way down so he could hear the song. He didn't want Willow to know that he was listening to the song. He moved the mouse over *here*, which was underlined in blue. He pressed the mouse button, and closed his eyes, listening to the slow rock song began. The bass was deep and the guitar strained. It was a beautiful seductive song, one that made him imagine sliding in and out of his little witch, claiming her over and over. He opened his eyes, wanting to continue to read.

**We are there, sitting by a fire. I'm in my ceremonial white robe, but I know that I'm naked underneath. Spike is wearing jeans and a tee shirt, his hair tousled. We just participated in an intense ritual, and I can hear the moans of the others that were involved. They all scampered off into the woods to go do whatever it is they do after our rituals. I've always heard the moans, as they released sexual tension, but I've never had someone to release it with. I would just gather my things and go home. But now. . .

I lick my lips, watching Spike. His blue eyes are filled with lust, a want. He needs me, I can tell. He needs to feel me underneath him, as he pounds into me. I need the same thing, I need his body to crush mine to the soft earth, I need to feel his length sliding in and out, I need to feel him.**

Spike shifted uncomfortably, the image dancing in his head. He wanted the witch more than ever, knowing that her body ached for him also. He glanced around and knew that Willow was busy upstairs. He unzipped his pants, releasing his aching shaft. "No use in wasting a good toss," he said softly. He gripped his cock, slowly working his hand over it, forcing his eyes to focus back on the screen.

**He looks at me, moves silently to be at my side. He reaches up and unzips my robe, pushing it from my naked body. I shiver in the cool air night, goosebumps rising on my flesh. He looks deep into my eyes with that sexy smirk on his face, then leans forward, smelling my hair. I love it when a man plays with my hair, and he seems entranced by it. He runs his fingers through it, then trails them down my heated flesh, finishing his journey at my thighs. He caresses them, causing me to cry out softly. . .I grow wetter at his touch.

There is magic in the air as the fire burns, illuminating his face. He's beautiful by fire, his eyes dancing happily, his blonde hair almost glowing. He looks almost angelic, in a devilish sort of way. He lays me back and pulls his jeans off, then covers my body with his. I groan as he enters me, digging my fingernails into his flesh. I arch against him, needing his touch, his body, his heart. I need him, it's an ache I have that will never go away.

He slides in and out, in and out, teasing me, running his lips and tongue and fangs all over my chest, my breasts, my face. I lay back, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. I never knew someone could turn me on so much, could get so many reactions out of me. When I dream of him, I'm who I truly am, under this shy exterior. I am wonton, I am seductive, I am sexy, I am beautiful. I am woman to his man.

His movements against me speed up and I began to pant, thrusting against him, begging incoherently. I want to cum, I *need* to cum. I need him to claim me. He sinks into me, exploding as my orgasm starts. He goes to his game face, leaning down and sinking his fangs in my neck. "SPIKE," I scream, my cry echoing off the trees.

"Willow," he whispers, caressing his new bites on my neck with his tongue. It sends shivers along my body, having him lick the bites. . .I wonder some nights while I lay in my bed, what does it feel like to have him bite me, to feel his fangs enter my neck.

Sure, I've seen vampires do it to hurt, and it hurt like a bitch when Harm did it. . .but somehow I think if Spike were to do it, it would be a wonderful, wonderful thing. . .if only. . .**

Spike blinked as the journal cut off right there. "Bloody hell," he whispered. "The chit wants me to bite her." The thought made him tremble as he hunched over, shutting his eyes and pumping harder, crying Willow's name out softly as he came.

"Mmm. . .so you liked that?" a teasing voice said behind him.

Spike froze, his quickly softening cock in his hand, covered with cum. < Oh, no, no, please, don't let it be the witch. . . > He cleared his throat, not turning around, not wanting her to see exactly what he had done to her words. "Red, aren't you supposed to be. . .busy upstairs?"

Her seductive laughter traveled through the room. "But Spike, how was I supposed to remain busy upstairs when I realized that you were down here all alone reading my dirty thoughts?"

He turned his head slightly, still not letting the witch see his body. A slow grin spread over his features when he saw the lust in her eyes. "So. . .you aren't going to turn me into a bloody toad, or make me fall in love with the Slayer again?"

She giggled. "No," she said, walking to him. She put her hand on the back of the chair and turned him, glancing down at his crotch. Her smile grew when she saw his limp dick start to harden again, and the telltale evidence of his arousal. "I think. . .I think I'm going to have to take care of this," she finished softly, dropping her satin green robe.

His slowly hardening dick shot to full erectness when his brain realized she was completely nude. He growled softly, lifting his hips and pushing his jeans off. "I think you should, for bloody sneaking up on me while I was in the middle of important things."

She smiled, straddling him and sliding down on his cock. She closed her eyes and groaned softly. "And they always said it was bad to be nosey," she purred.

He leaned up, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss. "You can know everything about me, pet." His lips curled into a grin. "I want you to be my druidess."

She smiled happily. "I thought you'd never ask," she whispered. She closed her eyes and rode him, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to overtake her.

He thrust deep inside of her, the bottom half of his body coming off the chair. She cried out softly, tensing around him. She exploded, tilting her head for him to bite her. He leaned up, sinking his fangs into her neck. She sighed happily, wrapping her arms and legs around him as much as she could.

When he finally pulled away from the ambrosia that was his witch, he stood, holding her tightly. "Bed?" he asked.

"Bed," she replied sleepily.

He walked upstairs, lying her down on the bed. He crawled in behind her, reveling in the fact that she wrapped her small form around him. "Tomorrow," he promised.

"What?" she asked, her eyes almost closed in slumber.

"Tomorrow I make love to you all day."

She giggled slightly. "As long as you promise," she purred, falling into the welcome arms of sleep.

"I promise, pet," he whispered, closing his eyes. He followed her into blissful sleep.

END.

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