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Plagued--Why Us? Series - Can't Have Your Cake -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Spike and Willow in a sticky situation, sequel to Leaf Us Alone.
Note: Dedication -- For Charity, who didn't get to eat cake for her birthday!! Hope this helps make up for it, sweetie!:-)
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
"You said no flowers," Spike murmured over Willow's shoulder as he leaned next to her ear. "So, I got this instead."
Her eyes were glued to the huge cake on the table in front of them. Creamy icing dribbled over the edges and blood-red roses made of a sugary confection decorated its top. The words "Happy Birthday" were swirled upon it in iridescent letters.
"It isn't my birthday," she told him.
"It's been exactly five months to the night since I snagged you away from those clowns. That's when my unlife really started. Can't speak for you."
"Oh," she whispered, tears forming in the green pools of her eyes. "For me, too. You know that."
"I'd hoped it," he grinned.
She whirled around and threw her arms around his neck to plant a solid kiss on his lips. He chuckled softly and held her tight for a moment before she drew slightly away.
"Got a knife?" she smiled up at him.
He nodded and reached around the cake. She took the knife and carefully brought it down on the frosted top. The second she began to slice into it, the entire cake exploded, sending icing shooting into the air, sticking to the ceiling, coating the table and chairs, and Spike and Willow, as well.
Willow squealed in surprise and jumped back into Spike, "Tell me that was supposed to happen! It was a well-planned joke, right?"
"Uh...no," he answered softly.
"Oh, hell," she muttered. "Where did you get this cake, anyway?"
"I had it delivered. It--"
Spike's explanation was cut short as the remainder of the cake suddenly shot skyward again. Willow shoved the vampire backward away from the table as black forest cake rained down on them. They waited several moments to see if any more explosions were forthcoming, and Spike stepped around Willow and grabbed up the plate. He shoved open a blackened window and threw the miniscule amount of cake that remained on the plate out into the yard. Willow giggled softly as he turned back around to reveal his cake-plastered face to her for the first time.
"Something funny, pet?" he asked coolly.
"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I know there's a handsome vampire--somewhere--under all that icing."
He stalked toward her, and she gulped and backed away. "Care to find him, little one?" he said, his low voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
"Spike, behave yourself," she scolded, taking another step back.
"No," he refused bluntly.
She squeaked as he latched onto her arm and dragged her roughly against him. He raised his hand and ran a cold finger along her cheek, scooping up a splatter of icing. The fear in her eyes dissipated, and she stared up at him as he placed the finger in his mouth and sucked the icing off of it. His hand returned to her and delved down into the opening of her shirt. She shivered as he pulled his finger up along the valley of her breasts, cleaning off the cake and icing that had fallen there, and licked that, too, from his finger.
Spike's eyes darkened, and Willow suddenly found herself being lifted into his arms.
"Don't you think we should clean up this mess?" she asked, looking over his shoulder at the cake-splattered kitchen.
"I think I should clean up this mess, first," he answered and bent his head to kiss the icing from her forehead.
He carried her into the bathroom and lowered her to the floor. His mouth descended on hers, and he kissed her lips, sticky with icing. Willow's mouth left his to trail her tongue over his equally sticky jaw, and Spike moaned and pulled the shirt off her body, heedless of the buttons that scattered to the floor. He perched her on the vanity and tore away her bra, lowering his mouth to clean the traces of cake from her breasts. Willow's hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, and he smiled as she impatiently tugged at the zipper. He stepped back to divest himself of his clothes. Willow put her arms around his shoulders and lifted herself up as he drew her skirt and panties down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and brought her small hand up to curl around his rock-hard shaft. Spike growled low in his throat as she pumped him gently. He stepped between her legs, spreading her wide to him, and slid between the hot folds of her sex.
Placing his hands on the curve of her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the vanity, embedding himself completely within her. Willow groaned and raked her nails along his back as he began to thrust into her, withdrawing the length of his cock from her channel and driving back into her time and again. She locked her legs around him, dropping her head onto his shoulder, and bit into his flesh as his fingers danced along her sensitive clit. Spike nibbled at her earlobe and quickened his pace as he felt her walls constricting around him.
Willow screamed as her orgasm slammed through her, and she clamped down on his thick cock. Spike crushed her against him, flattening her breasts against his muscled chest as he came, shooting his cold seed deep within her core.
"About that cake," she murmured against his shoulder when she was finally able to speak.
"What about it, luv?" he asked.
"I want the address of that bakery. Do you suppose they take standing orders?"
He felt the curve of her lips as she smiled against his flesh, and he pulled her off of the vanity, his shaft still enveloped inside her, and stepped toward the shower.
"Next time," he spoke, stepping into the tub and brushing his lips over hers. "I intend to have my cake and...eat it...too."
"Eat it?" she asked, then blushed as she followed his gaze down to where their bodies melded together. "Oh."
Spike laughed and captured her lips with his own, thrusting his tongue inside the warm cavern of her mouth as he reached over to turn on the water.
The End
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