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Mutual Surrender -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Spike gets Willow, sequel to Stalkher.
Note: Dedication -- For Darly, who wanted a smutty sequel.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
"Spike," Willow said quickly as he reached for the hem of her shirt.
"Yes, luv," he answered.
"Buffy will be back any--"
"No, she won't," he replied as he swept the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
"She only--Oh!" The redhead breathed in as his lips moved over the curve of her shoulder, "--only went to the library--"
"No, she didn't," he told her as he unhooked her bra and tossed it, too, to the floor.
"She didn't?" Willow was puzzled. "But she said--"
Spike's eyes traveled over the creamy flesh of her throat, her full, rounded breats, her soft rosey nipples.
"She lied," he answered as he unzipped her skirt and pushed it, and her panties, down over her hips.
"Lied? Why would she...Oh, Godess," she gasped as his hands moved around her to cup her ass.
He dragged her body against his and kissed her, stroking the sweet warmth of her mouth with his tongue. He stepped back and quickly tugged off his clothes, smiling as Willow nibbed her lip and looked in open admiration at the vampire's naked form. He stepped back to her, and she moaned as his cold body pressed against hers. He walked her back until she felt the bed hit her legs. Gently, he lowered her down and moved over her. They stared into each other's eyes as his hand brushed softly over her breast and moved down to nudge her legs apart.
Willow tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. His fingers moved over her sex, and he placed tiny nips down her throat and over her breasts, capturing a nipple between his teeth and flicking his tongue against it. Spike grinned as she whimpered, and he slid one finger between her folds, lazily brushing along the length of her slit, pausing to tease her slickened nub. Placing her arms around him, she pressed his body to hers and ran her hands down his back as he kissed her deeply.
"My Willow," he whispered against her lips as he entered her slowly.
He lay still inside her, the sensation of her tight, wet walls stretching to accomodate him and moulding around his shaft driving all other reality away. Willow's eyes closed as he began to thrust into her. He watched her face, entranced, as her lips parted in response to the gentle, delicious pressure of his fingers on her clit. Her hips rose to meet him, keeping perfect time with his rhythm.
Her breathing grew shallow, and her skin took on a delicate flush as he drove into her, pushing her toward the edge. She called out his name as her channel constricted around him, milking him, pulling him with her as she came. He moaned, a low, deep sound against her ear, as he flooded her womb with his seed. Spike pulled her into his arms as he dropped down onto the bed, tucking her body perfectly around his and lavishing her mouth with slow, soft kisses. She moaned contentedly and snuggled close against him, and they fell asleep wrapped tightly around one another.
The End
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