Lost Memories

“Much as I love this little number, ducks, would much rather have you out of it.” The words were spoken against her mouth. He’d been reluctant to even allow her to breathe between kisses and they’d been standing there for……….she wasn’t really sure. It seemed like forever and not nearly long enough at the same time.

“Hey, there’s already an inequality of clothing here mister, tit for tat. You lose some of yours, and I’ll lose some of mine.” She had a wicked gleam in her eye that just made him even more impossibly hard. In the blink of an eye, he’d pulled away from her and was naked almost instantaneously.

He allowed her a moment to enjoy the view, could tell that she was by the way her pulse picked up and the air turned thick with her spicy scent. She’d seen him naked before, of course, but it had been hurried. They hadn’t had or taken the time to really appreciate each other, so him just standing bare before her was probably at lot for her to process.

He was gorgeous, his small imperfections, faint as they may be only added to his beauty. A slight scar here or there just enhanced his appeal. Had she ever wanted someone as much? She was quite sure the answer was no.

“Your turn, luv.” He whispered, approaching her and pulling her out of her trance-like admiration of his body.

“Oh, right, sorry.” She started to reach for the clips on the front of the teddy, only to be stopped by cool hands.

“Allow me. Didn’t get to do this right and proper the first time, I bloody well plan on making up for that tonight.” His agile fingers began unclipping and for every clip he freed, he placed a tender kiss on the newly exposed skin. She was on fire, and she wasn’t even undressed yet.

All he wanted to do was rip and tear and then immerse himself in her heat. Bury himself deep enough to drive out the cold despair that had seeped into his bones when he first learned of her plan to wipe him from her life. What the demon wanted and what the man needed were at odds again, but he wouldn’t give in, not yet. With her he knew he could unleash his beast, and later, maybe he would, but right now, it was all man. So, he was taking his time, placating the animal within with the promise that later he could come out to play, knowing Willow wouldn’t turn him away for it.

Forever. That’s how long he was going to be undressing her. A snap then a kiss, a snap then a kiss, over and over again, how many could this thing possibly have? She finally forced her eyes open and her head down, suddenly needing to see him. She wanted to see his progress down her aching body and reassure herself that she was really here, that it was really him touching her. Oh yeah, it was him, platinum blonde hair, sinful red tongue darting out to taste the skin under one breast. Not where she needed him though, not yet. She tried to remind herself that patience was a virtue, then he took one hard nipple into his mouth. Screw patience, she needed him now.

“Spike, please………” She heard the breathy moan in her own voice, knew she sounded desperate, but she was desperate. She needed him, wanted him so bad she was shaking almost uncontrollably. Just a few kisses and she was putty in his hands. Goddess how was she going to find the will to give this up?

That was what he was waiting for, what he was working so hard to achieve , but it wasn’t enough. It had been a long time since someone had begged him for anything. Of course, he preferred to have the body under his hands bleeding and begging for their own death, but this was a close second.

“Please what? What do you want? Tell me and it’s yours, pet.”

He could have kicked himself for that and was happy to see that she was too turned on to notice his slip. To far gone to realize he hadn’t just been talking about her physical pleasure.

“You. I want you. I want………ohhhhhhh” She was naked now and a light breath blown unexpectedly across her stomach followed by the flick of a cool tongue in her navel caused her to tremble.

“Plan on giving you just what you want, Red. But no jumping ahead, gonna do this right. Gonna worship every inch of you.” A firm but tender stroke of his tongue to her center caused her knees to buckle, but she didn’t hit the floor. Strong arms caught her and carried her swiftly to the bed. The rose was tossed across the room as he laid her down in it’s place.

He didn’t join her immediately, preferring to take a minute to admire the exquisiteness laid out before him. Just as he’d imagined the numerous candles did nothing but add to her splendor. The dancing flames cast an almost heavenly glow over her skin and her hair was pure fire. The usually red locks glowing gold in the soft, natural light. He suddenly yearned to see her in the daylight, could only imagine how magnificent she’d look naked and smiling under the rays of the sun.

“Spike? Are you going to just stand there all night? ‘Cause I’d really rather you didn’t.” She knew he was determined to enjoy a leisurely exploration of her body, but she’d really rather him do it with his lithe hands and that incredibly sexy mouth.

Her invitation pulled him from his inner poetic ramblings and in one fluid motion he was on the bed and holding her hands above her head. “This is going to be difficult, Willow, but I want you to keep your hands right here. Be a good girl and don’t move and I promise it will all be worth it in the end, ok?”

A slight nod of her head and he went to work. He teased each nipple to a stiff peak, triggering unintelligible pleas and lustful moans with every lick and nibble.

“Spike, I can’t…….. oh goddess, again, do that again, please……..I can’t do this, can’t keep my hands still. I want, ummmmmm, gotta touch you, please let me touch you.” He was driving her mad, she needed to come and if she didn’t get to feel his skin under her fingers soon she might explode.

“I swear luv, you’ll get your turn, I’m not that selfless, but just for a little while, let me adore you? Let me make you feel good?”

“I want to do this, Spike, want to give this to you, but it’s just too much. It feels too good, I just can’t….”

Did he dare? He’d suggested using the cuffs with Buffy once, but had been turned down flat. If he mentioned restraining her would it scare her? What the hell, he wanted to taste her everywhere, needed time to memorize every freckle and learn every erogenous she had and since she’d only given him a few hours to do that he needed her cooperation. If the idea seemed to bother her, he was sure he could find some way to distract her, make her forget he’d proposed it in the first place.

“What if……..would you let me………do you trust me?” He hated himself for the hesitation he heard in those words, but her answer was immediate and unwavering.

“Yes.”