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Bored Series - Curing Spike's Boredom -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: This is a sequel to Bored.
Note: Dedication -- This one's for Charity. Please, please, get over that writer's block!!
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Never have. Never will.
Willow's back was against the wall, literally. She looked up at the tall young man looming over her.
"What do you mean, you don't have the report? You were supposed to bring it with you tonight," the boy shouted.
"Mike, I told you I didn't think I'd be able to do it! I've been tutoring--"
"I didn't come here to listen to excuses. If I don't get that report, I don't pass the course," Mike growled.
"Why did you wait until the last minute? I don't have time to do the research and the writing now," the little redhead told him.
"If you've got time to prowl around the Bronze, you've got time to write a report," he argued.
"I was supposed to meet someone here--"
Mike grabbed Willow by the arms and pulled her up off the ground, "The hell you are. You're going to get your ass home and get started on that research. That scrawny loser you call a boyfriend can wait."
"Who are you calling a scrawny loser?" Spike asked from behind the boy.
Willow landed on the pavement with a thud as Mike released her and whirled around to face the vampire.
"You're not Oz," Mike stated as he found himself looking into a pair of very evil, very angry, eyes.
"Thankfully," Spike glared at the boy. "Do you make a habit of dragging women into alleys and threatening them, or is this a special occasion?"
"We were just having a little disagreement," Mike answered nervously as he backed away from Spike.
"Is that so? Your 'little disagreement' is over. Willow just won."
Mike raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, whatever you say. I'll leave her alone."
Spike nodded, "Sounds reasonable. If I catch you near her again--"
"No, no. I'll stay away from her. Sorry, Willow," Mike said and made a hasty retreat from the alley.
"Are you alright, pet?" Spike knelt down beside Willow.
"Yes," she smiled weakly.
He helped her to her feet, and Willow winced as she put weight on her left foot.
"Damn. I think I twisted my ankle," she moaned.
Spike grinned at the mild curse. He lifted her effortlessly in his arms and carried her out of the shadows.
"I can walk!" Willow protested.
"Be still, luv. Let me play the hero," he ordered.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To take care of that ankle."
"I'm sorry, Spike," Willow said.
Spike knelt in front of the sofa in the abandoned apartment house he had discovered one night after he had grown tired of his groveling minions. He gently placed a bag of ice on Willow's ankle.
Spike looked up at her, "Sorry for what, baby?"
"This," she sighed. "It was supposed to be my turn to cure your boredom."
"So far, it's working," he grinned. "What the hell were you doing at the Bronze all alone?"
"I was supposed to meet Buffy there. I went to tell her I couldn't spend the evening out with her. I'd just come outside when I ran into Mike," she explained.
Spike shook his head, "You need a bodyguard."
"Are you offering?" she teased.
He ran his hand up her calf and between her knees, "I wouldn't mind guarding this body."
"You did just fine tonight," Willow smiled.
Spike moved up onto the sofa, pulled Willow onto his lap, and gave her a hard kiss.
"Have I got the job, then?" he asked.
"It's all yours," she replied, looking into his eyes.
He kissed her softly, and Willow opened her mouth, seeking out his tongue with her own. Spike deepened the kiss and moved his hand up under her skirt. He pulled away slightly and looked at her in lusty surprise as his fingers came in contact with the soft curls between her legs.
Willow blushed hotly, "Well! You were supposed to be bored, and I--"
"And you leave me breathless, little one," he told her.
"That's not much of a compliment, coming from a vampire," she grinned.
"No? Let me put it another way," Spike suggested.
Willow suddenly found herself firmly pinned beneath her lover's body. His hands tore away her blouse, sending buttons flying, to discover she wasn't wearing a bra, either. Spike growled low in his throat and nipped carefully at the soft flesh of her breast. Willow moaned and gripped his shoulders in her small hands. She felt his cock harden against her, and her only thought was to have him inside her, now.
Spike removed the rest of her clothing and tugged off his own before bringing his hard, cold body down on her soft, warm one. She opened her legs to him, and he slammed into her wet pussy. Willow's hips rose with his, and she met him thrust for thrust, her walls gripping his hard cock as it drove relentlessly into her. Her orgasm shook her entire body, and she cried out his name. Spike buried his face in the luscious hair at her throat and grazed her neck with his teeth as he came hard inside her.
Spike remained inside her as he gently lapped at the tiny drops of blood on her neck. Willow moaned softly beneath him. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. He pulled away from her and brought her body to rest beside his. Willow panted softly and placed a kiss on his chest. They laid wrapped together in comfortable silence as their bodies relaxed and their senses calmed. Spike stroked her hair and wrapped his arm more tightly around her.
"No," Spike finally spoke, his voice soft and low. "It won't do."
Willow looked up at him, her eyes filled with apprehension, "Why not?"
"You were supposed to cure my boredom," he reminded her.
"Didn't I?" her voice was laced with worry.
"I haven't been bored since I met you, luv," he told her as a wicked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Sorry, pet. You'll just have to try again."
Willow giggled and settled back into his tight embrace. "No one ever called me a quitter. Next time you're bored, you just give me a call."
"Willow?" Spike said after a brief silence.
"Mmmm?"
"I'm bored."
The End
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