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Bored Series - Come Together -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Read the title. Read the rating. What do you think is gonna happen?, sequel to Strangers When We Meet.
Note; Dedication -- To all you smut lovers out there. You know who you are!;-)
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Story of my life.
Spike had gone out alone to hunt. Willow had been quiet all evening, and he sensed she needed solitude to work through whatever was eating at her. He also sensed the "whatever" was currently residing in the basement. She had returned from her meeting with Oz and declared she wouldn't go down to see him again. Spike didn't doubt she'd make good on her decision, but he understood her need to deal with the finality that went with it.
His minions had reported to him earlier. The slayer had been concentrating on the warehouse by the river. He would have liked to observe her frantic search now that Oz had joined the ranks of the missing.
Oz. He was the one bad card in the hand. Spike knew he was going to have to decide what to do about that one before the new moon occurred in three weeks' time. He'd either have to find another place to contain him or kill him. The latter wasn't really an option in light of the vow he had made to Willow. He'd promised not to hurt him unless it became absolutely necessary, and he intended to keep his word. Willow had experienced enough grief for one lifetime.
Another option nagged at the back of his mind. End the game. The whole point in starting it had been to give the slayer a taste of the misery she had inflicted on Willow and him. To show her the consequences of interfering in their relationship. He'd given her a strong dose of agony, more than enough to convince her to keep her distance from Willow.
He entered the house and looked around the shabby living room. Willow deserved better. He could give her better. Spike watched his lover as she sat curled up on the sofa, absorbed in her book.
The pain of losing Drucilla had been excrutiating. Without Angelus, she'd told him, Spike wasn't enough. If she couldn't have her daddy, she didn't want Spike. She'd spoken the soliloquy with more clarity of mind than she'd demonstrated since Angelus had turned her. Spike knew she'd meant every syllable.
He searched his emotions for any trace of the old ache, but it was gone, completely lifted by the redhead across the room. What had started out as a quick fuck had grown into something he could never have foreseen.
Perhaps Willow's own painful experience with rejection had made it possible for her to accept him, demon and all. Spike wasn't sure what his exact feelings were for Willow, but he had a pretty good idea where they were headed.
Willow glanced up from her book and smiled, "I didn't hear you come in."
He crossed the room and pulled her up onto her feet. He pressed her close against him and took her mouth in the sweetest, most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced in her short life.
"Wow," she said breathlessly when he had finally released her lips.
"What was that for?"
"That was for you, luv," he smiled. "Just for you."
"What else have you got?" she asked as she ran her hand along his chest.
Spike swept her up and carried her into the bedroom. He watched as she undressed, devouring her body with his eyes. She was exquisite, more desirable than she would ever realize, though he meant to do everything in his power to show her.
"You talk pretty big for someone's who's fully clothed," she grinned.
He chuckled and undressed as Willow pulled back the bed covers and wriggled under them. He slipped in beside her, already hard with desire. She drew his head down and kissed him, trailing her tongue along his lips until they parted, and her tongue darted inside.
Spike pulled her body under his and found the wet folds beneath the nest of curls between her legs. His fingers pumped into her, and she writhed beneath his touch. His mouth traced kisses down her throat to her breasts. He drew a nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it. Willow moaned as he tortured the hard bud.
His fingers continued to drive into her pussy as he rubbed her sensitive clit with his thumb. She arched into his hand as her juices coated his fingers. Spike's mouth worked its way down her belly. She cried out in protest as he removed his fingers from inside her. His tongue took its place and teased her swollen clit. She gasped as her orgasm began a familiar dance through her body. Spike drew himself up and returned to her mouth.
"No," she begged. "Please."
"Slowly, baby," he whispered. "Easy."
His cock brushed the outside of her lower lips as his mouth tortured those above. She pushed her hips up, desperate to feel him inside her, but he refused her entreaty and pulled his fully erect shaft away.
"Please, please," the words drifted from her lips in agonized need.
He devoured her mouth in a hard kiss and slammed his rigid cock into her, embedding himself fully in her slick channel. Willow's hands dug into his biceps as he drove her tiny body into the bed. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him as his mouth dropped to her earlobe to gently nip at it.
"That's it, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Fuck me, Willow. I want to come with you."
She clamped her muscles around his cock, and he groaned at the delicious pressure. He felt his mind yielding to the fire of his need.
"Come for me, pet," he coaxed her. "Come with me."
Her body trembled as he thrust into her, and she called out to him as her orgasm swept over her. Spike's body responded to hers, and he slipped into game face to pierce the warm flesh below her ear. He came hard inside her as he drank the sweet, red nectar that trickled from her throat.
Spike stayed inside her, murmuring softly against her hair until the last vestiges of her climax cleared from her eyes. He pulled out of her and drew her around to rest on him. She nuzzled against the coolness of his neck.
"Oh, Spike," she whispered. "That was so wonderful, it hurt."
Spike laughed quietly and brought his mouth to hers.
Willow sighed happily as he moved her back against him. He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her forehead.
"Oh, yeah," he thought to himself before he drifted into exhausted slumber. "I definitely know where this is headed."
The End
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