Willow glanced around and sighed. It was a Friday night, and she had been talked into going to the Bronze with Buffy

, Riley, Xander, and Anya. Of course, the couples were dancing, leaving the red head to be alone at the table. < Not bitter. Nope, not bitter at all, > she thought.

“Damn,” she swore softly, hearing one of her favorite slow songs starting up. Tears filled her eyes. She’d always loved ‘Crash’ by the Dave Matthews Band, and thought it would be a wonderful song to be with someone too… < Why am I even here? I should just lea-- >

Her thoughts stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a voice in her ear. “Wanna dance, pet?”

She turned, to be staring into Spike’s beautiful blue eyes. “Hey, Spike. Yeah, sure.”

< I should kill the Scooby Gang, > he thought, guiding Willow out to the dance floor. < She's sitting here by herself, feeling like no one wants her. And of course, her stupid friends aren’t doing anything to discourage that thinking. > “Pet, you look beautiful tonight.”

Willow glanced down. She was wearing a pleated black skirt that went to her knees and a green silk shirt. She shrugged. “Buffy wanted me to wear something different, said that it might make me feel better.”

“Did it?”

“Not really,” Willow confessed. “I really liked her, Spike. I can’t believe she just wanted me for my magic.” She absentmindedly picked at some dust on his shoulder. “I just…” She sighed. “It’s stupid, let’s just listen to the song.”

Spike gripped her hips and pulled her to him gently. She rested her cheek against his chest, draping her arms over his forearms. She closed her eyes and let him sway them to the song.

He was singing softly. After all, he enjoyed the song too. He tucked his chin and nudged her head away from his chest. He dropped his head and sung into her ear, “When you… crash…. Into me… and I come into you….”

Willow shivered softly. She knew he was just singing the song, but his words, the way his accent wrapped around them… and the way he gently held her was almost too much. Her mind flashed to a picture of being underneath him as he made love to her. She absentmindedly ran her fingertips along his neck.

Spike purred softly, shutting his eyes. He slipped his hands underneath her shirt, resting them on her hips. She shuddered at the coolness of his hands, pulling herself closer to him. At that moment, nothing in the world existed, but Spike and his gentle hands on her hips. How her body ached to feel those hands travel the smooth expanse of her skin!

“Spike,” she whispered.

“Red…I want to come into you…”

Her eyes flew open and she looked at him. “What?”

He looked down at her, his blue eyes filled with a touch of lust. “I can’t help it. I’ve always wanted you. I think it’s the innocence…or the power….or…something. But it’s you. It’s the essence of who you are. Hell, Pet, you are the only person I know that can put a smile on my face, and…I just….want to return the favor. I want to make you smile, I want to make you cry out my name, I want to feel you shudder underneath me.” He chuckled. “I love this part of the song, it’s my favorite part…” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Hike your skirt a little more…and show the world to me. Hike your skirt a little more…and show the world to me,” repeating Dave Matthew’s words.

She moaned against his body. “Spike,” she whispered softly.

It was her favorite part of the song, where it sped up and got a little louder. All the instruments were playing, and the beat was pounding, just as loud as her heart was.

Spike closed his eyes briefly, marveling at how this frail human fit perfectly against him. “Red…” He opened his eyes and smiled slightly. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

She surprised him by reaching out with her tongue to lick his lips. She nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth, driving Spike insane with lust. < Oh, god, she's biting me! > he thought. His tongue slipped out, brushing against her own tongue, then slipping into her mouth. He eagerly searched her warm mouth with his tongue, sliding it against her teeth, the roof of her mouth, any and everywhere he could.

Willow had experienced kissing before. She had, after all, kissed Oz, Xander, and Tara. However, she’d never experienced anything like this. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him as hard as she could. It was a need she had, to touch him, to be close to him. Unfortunately, the clothes were in the way.

After an eternity of ravaging each other’s mouths, they pulled away. Willow was gasping for air, as was Spike. “You…don’t… you don’t breath…” she gasped. “Why are you breathing?”

“Passion, pet,” he whispered. “Makes even a dead body…feel like it needs air…”

“We… we can’t do this…”

His face fell, then closed up. “Fine,” he said, pulling out of her arms. “Don’t even know what possessed me to begin with. I could never be bloody involved with a human…”

“Damn it!” Willow exploded, slapping him. Her eyes were flashing dangerously. “You didn’t let me finish, you bastard!”

He gazed at the enraged woman. It was all he could do not to kiss her again. “What else were you going to say?” he snapped.

“We can’t do this here, with Buffy over there, and all these damn clothes on,” she snarled.

Spike’s scarred eyebrow rose. That was definitely not what he expected the witch to say. “You mean…”

“Yeah, you *had* some shagging in your near future.”

He grabbed her and pulled her against his body, grinding his hips against her belly. She grinned slightly and closed her eyes, feeling his erection. < I did this! I did it with a kiss! >

“Oh, no, pet, there’s no had about it. I’ve got some shagging in my very near future,” he whispered in her ear.

She moaned, throwing her head back. He slowly licked her neck, running his tongue over her chin, then nipped at her lips. In an instant, her tongue shot out and they were deep in kissing. He slipped his hands under her shirt, at the small of her back. He pulled her as close to her as he could.

“Right now,” she whispered huskily, after pulling out of the mind-blowing kiss.

“Here?” he asked.

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Just now.”

Spike glanced around the club, grabbed her hand, and ran out of the Bronze. He led her through Sunnydale, cutting through the graveyard. “Are your parents home?” he called back to her.

Willow was stumbling, trying to keep up with him. “No!” she shouted back. “They are gone for two months! Why?”

“I don’t want to shag you in the crypt, and I’m not going to the dorm.”

“You know how to get there?” Willow asked.

He turned his head and grinned an all knowing grin to her. She laughed.

*-*-*-*

Willow finally got the door open. As she stepped through she turned to invite Spike in, chuckling as he rushed in. She turned away from him to shut the door. As soon as it clicked, she gasped as Spike spun her around and slammed her against the door, crushing his lips against hers. She clawed at his duster, trying to take it off. He pulled his body away from hers, leaving his lips firmly against hers, and started pulling his duster off. He threw it over to the side, not caring really where it landed.

Willow pushed him away and gasped for air. “You gotta…remember…. I have to breathe…” She chuckled. “Don’t forget…one of us is human.”

He grinned. “I could never forget that, pet. That’s part of what makes you so utterly delicious.”

Willow put her hands on his chest. “Do you like this shirt?”

He glanced down at the black tee-shirt he always wore. He shrugged. “I have more…”

She grabbed it at the collar with both hands and ripped it off. He chuckled. “Damn, pet.”

She looked up at him, desire in her eyes. “Now,” she hissed, lowering her head to his nipple. She flicked it with her tongue, then leaned in and bit it. He moaned in pleasure. This was not a soft love bite, this was an almost-break-the-skin bite.

He grabbed her face tilting it up so he could look her in the eye. “Biting drives me bloody insane,” he whispered.

Willow laughed in delight and leaned into him, kissing his neck. Running her tongue over his jugular, she kissed the pulse point softly, then bit. She didn’t break the skin, but she didn’t just bite and let up. She held the trapped flesh in her teeth, knowing it would be a little bruised the next morning.

Spike’s howl sounded like an animal. He growled, closing his eyes tightly. It had been so long since someone had bitten him in an intimate moment… it had been since Angelus. Without disturbing her hold on his flesh, he reached down and ripped at his pants, pushing them down to his knees. He stroked his hard cock a couple of times, marveling in the thrill of having his flesh clamped on.

She had her eyes closed, and his skin between her teeth. She was sucking on it, flicking her tongue over it. She knew she was driving him blind with passion. His movements were fast, like he would explode if he didn’t get into her quick enough. He had pulled his pants down, and was heading for her skirt. He reached underneath it grabbing her white cotton panties and ripping them to shreds.

Spike ran his fingers against her sex, wanting to make sure she was lubricated enough to take him. He was thrilled to discover she was most certainly wet enough, as some of her juices were running down her thigh. He positioned the head of his dick at her cunt, and in one swift thrust, he was inside of her.

She let go of his skin and threw her head back, howling in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Ooh, goddess…” she hissed, her breathing labored.

Buried to the hilt, frozen inside of her, he waited for her to let him know she was ok. After a moment, gathering her bearings, she grabbed his head and attacked his lips letting him know to have his way with her.

He ran his hands along her thighs, reaching down to grab them and pull her legs up to his waist. She immediately latched her ankles behind his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pounded into her, slamming her body repeatedly into the front door. He ran his mouth over her lips, her cheeks, her earlobes…her neck. It was almost a fetish, he wanted to taste everything about her.

She dug her nails into his skin crying out as she started her spiral towards her orgasm. Grinning slightly and wanting to make sure he came as soon as he could she leaned into him and recaptured the slightly bruised skin she tormented earlier. She bit down harder this time.

Spike cried out and slammed into Willow as her orgasm caused her walls clench tightly around his dick. Thrusting as deep into her as he could he cried out her name as he came explosively. His demon pushed forward. Without even thinking about it, Spike sank his fangs in her neck.

She screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into his shoulders as she tore her mouth away from his neck. Tears slid from her tightly closed eyes. She was seeing colors and spots, something she’d only read could happen during really intense orgasms. She found herself repeating a soft low mantra: “Oh goddess, Spike... oh goddess...oh goddess, Spike….”

Spike gripped her hips tightly as he eagerly drank her lust filled blood. Finally he tore himself away from her, knowing that he could seriously injure the human if he took too much. He forced air into his lungs, then exhaled. He looked down at her. Her head was against the door, tilted at an angle so he could get to her neck. Her eyes were closed tightly and tears were streaming down her face. She was murmuring to him and to her goddess.

“Pet,” he mumbled huskily.

After a long moment, she opened her tear filled eyes. “Goddess…oh Spike…” She smiled softly. “That was….intense.”

He nodded. “The best sex I’ve had since Angelus,” he agreed.

She shuddered softly. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

She chewed on her bottom lip watching him, a look of uncertainty entering her eyes as she lowered her legs from around his hips. He smiled at her. “Come on, we should probably actually go into your house.” He slowly pulled away from her and leaned down to pull his pants up.

Smelling the heady scent of her arousal, he smiled and dropped to his knees. Lifting her skirt, he pushed his face into her cunt. She gasped and shuddered slightly as he kissed her lips through the drenched curls. He chuckled as his tongue automatically slipped out and he began to drink greedily. The taste of both of their orgasms was driving him back to the brink of loosing control.

Spike reached up and grabbed her ass, pushing his face into her crotch. He eagerly lapped up all she had to offer, and anything new that resulted. She trembled against him, her grip tight in his hair. He flicked his tongue against her clit, pulling on it with his mouth. He sucked on it eagerly. Willow cried out, bucking her hips against his face as she slammed into another orgasm.

Sitting back on his heels he pulled away with another soft kiss and looked up at her. She was leaning against the door, panting. A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. Blinking at him, she whispered through a smile, “Goddess, that was…”

He grinned, nodding his head. “Better than blood.”

“Really?” she asked softly.

“Most definitely. If I could survive on your juices, I would never drink blood again.”

She giggled swaying slightly. “Goddess, I think I need to sit down. I’m having a sensory overload.”

Spike swooped her up in his arms. She squealed, “Spike!”

“No use in you trying to walk, pet. Want to go upstairs?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, nuzzling his neck. She stuck her tongue out and traced his bruise with her tongue. “I marked you.”

“And I marked you,” he replied.

She tugged at her skirt, pulling it up. The grip he held on her hips earlier was already starting to bruise. “Yeah, I see that.”

He leaned down and licked the twin holes on her neck. She shuddered at the slight sensations of pleasure and pain. “I marked you there too, luv.”

“Oh goddess! You bit me!”

“Yeah, I was there…I remember…”

“I…didn’t even realize that you had, really.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he asked, stopping in mid-stride.

“Oh, goddess no! But don’t you get it Spike? It didn’t hurt you! Your chip was fine!”

Spike thought back over it. “Bloody hell, Witch! You are right! The orgasm must have been too much for the chip. Wonder if it shorted it out.” He walked into her room and placed her on the bed.

She tilted her head. “Be all grr-ey and let’s see if it’s working.”

Grinning, he sat down next to her and growled, then vamped. He leaned towards her, ready to bite, and then pulled away in agony. “Damn it!” he cried. “I guess that didn’t bloody work.”

She patted his chest murmuring, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“That’s fine,” he grinned, running his finger along the cleft of her sex. “I have all the liquid I need to live right here.”

She chuckled.

“I’m going to worship you,” he said softly, pulling off her clothes and folding them neatly.

“What?” she asked, looking up at him from her bed. She was completely naked.

“You are beautiful, Willow, like a goddess.”

She shuddered softly. “I like the way you say my name. I’ve never heard you say it before.”

He brushed his lips against her earlobe. “Willow…”

She kissed him softly. “You were saying? Beautiful, goddess, worship?”

He laughed. “Anyway, you deserve to be worshiped. Dog Boy and Witch Girl were stupid for letting you go. I want to take time and get to know every inch of your body.”

“I don’t mind that,” she grinned, laying back.

Spike began his detailed exploration of his goddess’s body.

END

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