Down And dirty

(Characters are not ours, they are Joss', we're just playing with them... and they're just playing with each other :P)

Sharp gasp. Savage kisses. Violent thrust. Hot. Wet. Slick. Can't breath. Flesh biting against cool brick. Gutteral moan. Rhythmic grind. Oh. God. Don't. Stop.

"Please... oh... ohohpleaseohohgoddessssss..." Willow panted breathlessly as she squirmed against sweat slicked bed sheets. Eyes cracked open and an all too familiar sense of frustration swept over her. "AARGGH!" she shrieked, desperately trying to recapture the dream, but it was quickly slipping away.

Rolling over, she scrambled in the dark and yanked open the drawer of her nightstand, accidentally spilling the contents onto the floor. "Crap!" Willow leaned over the bed, sifting through the assorted items until her fingers gripped the smooth oblong device. Flicking the switch, the soft vibration filled the quiet of the room and she slipped it beneath her flannel pajama bottoms. Biting her lip, she tried to recapture the intensity of the dream, but she knew it was gone.

With a frustrated groan, Willow flung the dildo aside and levered upright, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. Ever since the adventurous night with the not-so-anonymous mystery lover, the dreams had been coming with increasing frequency -- always ending in unbearable frustration.

She glared at the computer as she stalked toward it and booted up. She hadn't logged into ExtremeDates.com since the night she'd found Wesley's ad, but now she was determined to place an ad of her own.

The description of her date request flew off her fingers with ease. That was because she'd pre-written it a hundred times over while daydreaming during lectures at the university. She knew it was going to continue to be a distraction until she saw it through to the end, and tonight was the night.

::: Touch me. Feel me. Taste me. Make me scream. Looking for a man willing to go on an adventure in tactile sensations. Must wear blindfold at all times. No peeking! ~ MagicRose :::

Wesley gripped the edge of his desk as he re-read the date request. The request was playful. One he might have sped right by, if it weren't from her . Now that he'd tasted her... felt her from the inside and out.. knew her, he knew the request was nowhere near as tame as it might sound. This was an invitation to unleash secret desires and passion under the cloak of darkness. The thought of touching her, but being forbidden from seeing her curves drove him to distraction.

Taking a breath, he typed in his acceptance of the date. Naturally, several other people had already done the same. He really ought not expect her to choose him... not after they'd agreed their prior meeting would never be spoken of or repeated again.

And yet... just the mention of her name, or the knowledge that she was sitting at her computer somewhere... wearing nothing or just a trenchcoat... that alone was enough to stir his cock.

Willow didn't even bother reading the flurry of responses that stared popping into her private box only moments after she'd posted her date request. There was only one person that would be able to satiate her desire as far as this date went. Biting her lip and drumming her fingers anxiously, she watched the monitor, hoping...

And then she saw it. DarkKnight. He accepted. Pulse racing, she typed her response, giving her address and instructions to be wearing a blindfold when he arrived at her door. He was not to speak or protest and he was to arrive at 1 a.m. sharp. Willow giggled nervously as she hit the send button.

Stripping off her flannel pajamas, the redhead jumped in the shower -- she didn't have much time to get ready. Instead of using her normal strawberry scented shampoo, she used the tiny bottles of designer products that she'd taken from the resort she'd stayed at when she been to France last year. After all, it was all about the mystery... stepping outside herself. Taking a chance...

Wesley dressed with care. Dark and dangerous, that was what anyone who went to ExtremeDates wanted. Anyone else didn't belong. When he showed up at her door, he was clad in black from head to toe. Unused to giving over control, he hesitated as he fought off thoughts of what might be awaiting him inside. In the end, he knew he trusted her... just enough.

He fished a red silk scarf out of his pocket, folded and secured it around his head. Unable to see a thing, he felt for the door... and knocked. His heart seemed to be giving an answering knock as he waited.

When the knock sounded at the door, Willow jumped and stumbled over her stiletto heels. Fishnet stockings covered her long legs, stopping mid thigh where they were held in place by a black and red garter belt. High cut panties clung to the curve of her backside giving the illusion of even longer legs. Beneath a sheer camisole, she wore a matching black and red lace bra that clasped in the front. The outfit was completed by a satin black choker around her neck.

Catching her balance, she strutted toward the door, trying not to bite her lip and spoil the rose scented lipstick she'd just applied. Pulling open the door to her small studio apartment, Willow sucked in a breath and held it... just looking at him... not wanting to touch him just yet. She wanted to make sure he would follow the rules.

The sound of the door opening made his heart thump. Deprived of his sense of sight, Wesley used his other senses to find his bearings... to discover the mysteries that awaited him.

He breathed deeply, slowly, trying to identify the various fragrances assaulting his nostrils. They were deep scents, night flowers... sexy.

He could hear her breath. It made him swallow hard to think of her shallow breaths when he touched her just so. He swayed toward her... felt the heat emanating from her body. Heat rushed to his groin. He started to reach for her, then dropped his hand.

Her rules. He wasn't about to ruin her fantasy date.

Emboldened by his submission, a half smile tugged at the edge of Willow's mouth and she stepped forward. Grabbing a fistful of shirt, she yanked him inside before any of her snoopy neighbors saw him standing there blindfolded. The door slammed shut and she pushed him back against it roughly with only her hand remaining pressed against his chest. Feeling Wesley's heart beat hammering against her palm sent a powerful thrill through her -- she was in control.

Slowly, she untucked his shirt and slipped her hand beneath it, raking her fingernails across his abdomen. Tilting her head back, she watched his expressions shift as she grabbed him by the waist of his pants and pulled him farther into apartment. Walking slowly backward, silently guiding him where she wanted him until his back was to her bed. With a wicked smile, she pulled his shirt over his head, still not allowing him to touch her.

Hands touching him... pushing him about, putting him where she wanted him to be, moving him, playing with him. Adrenalin surged through him, together with a strong need to hold her, to touch her like she was touching him, to force her to linger rather than torture with elusive strokes.

He shivered as she took his shirt off and the cool air hit his skin. She must have had her window open.

He shuddered, deep in his belly. His hands flexed at his side, he spread them... an invitation...

Willow stepped forward and laid both palms flat on his well-toned chest, sliding them slowly across his flesh, tracing the contours of each muscle as he tensed beneath her touch. Careful not press her body against his, she flicked his nipple with her tongue, lingering long enough so her hot breath feather over it.

The breath slammed out of his lungs at the feel of her moist wet tongue. He arched toward her, a pleading groan escaping from his lips. "Again..." he whispered, fighting the urge to take her here and now.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Willow's grin broadened as she pressed her index finger against his lips to hush him before abruptly shoving him backward onto the bed. With growing anticipation, she fell to her knees and scraped her teeth across the rough fabric of his jeans stretched taut over his groin.

Feet flat on the ground still, he raised his hips, throwing his head back as it gained him a bit of pressure. Silky strands tickled his abdomen, he guessed... imagined it was her mouth that she was running over him. Was that the sound of her teeth against his zipper?

Heat pulsated between his legs... he needed her to ease the ache, and told her so by the motions of his body.

It was cruel, she knew, but she was enjoying watching his silent begging. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused each time he tried to get her to touch him. Sitting back, she pulled off his boots and socks and tossed them aside. Then she was back at his abdomen, licking and suckling, scraping her nails each time he jerked toward her. With brusque movements she yanked off his pants, smirking as his erection sprang beneath tight black boxer briefs.

Her whole body was smoldering, needing to be touched. Biting her lip, she reached for his hands and pulled him so he was sitting up on the edge of the bed while she was still kneeling between his thighs. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, inviting him to explore the layers of fabric that covered them.

He was aching and throbbing everywhere she touched him... and in those places she didn't. If it weren't for the rules, he would trap her between his legs, make her want him... want to ride him the way he wanted to be ridden.

When she guided his hand to her chest, his breath hitched. The firm globes of her breasts were covered by a sheer material. He moved his thumbs over her breast, found that all she had was a bra under.

He explored lower, running his hands down her hips and backside... fishnet... garters... he wondered how they looked on her creamy thighs, what colors she was wearing. He wondered if her panties were crotchless, and moved his hand between her legs.

Breaths came quick as his hand moved over her in urgent exploration. Closing her eyes heightened every sensation and Willow knew what he was feeling. Losing herself to his touch, she nearly forgot the game and barely caught his wrist before he went too far. Yanking it away, she shoved him back roughly as she got up to her feet. Pressing her hand firmly on his chest, she silently warned him to stay put.

She really hadn't thought this whole adventure all the way through and it took her a moment to decide what she wanted to do next. But one glance around her small apartment and she knew just the thing to take care of the fire that was smoldering between her legs.

With a mischievous smirk, Willow moved quietly to the kitchen and grabbed an icecube from the freezer. Sauntering sexily back over to the bed, she popped it in her mouth and boldly straddled his waist. Leaning over him, she brought her lips to his nipple and let the ice melt over him.

He'd had her... for a moment, he'd had her... and then she'd pushed him away, and he wanted to weep. While she was gone, he was all ears...trying to figure out what she was doing. His investigative skills weren't as keen as they might be in another situation, because when her mouth touched his skin, he sprang up.

Fire... and ice... heat and cool liquid. His chest heaved as her mouth continued to move over him, streams of ice water marking paths across his body. He wanted her to lick the water off... he wanted her to move her hips as she did so.

Slowly, he went back down, daring to lift his hips under her weight and throwing his head back as she ground into him.

Reflexively, Willow's hips gyrated over him, sliding the full length of his erection against the crotch of her wet panties. She gasped as he bucked against her, hitting her most sensitive spot. With a low hiss, she rode him until she thought the friction of their clothing might actually bust into flame.

Impulsively, she rolled off him and jerked him upright, maneuvering him off the bed and forcing him to kneel in front of her as she reversed positions and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were wild with desire as she rolled her own nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. With her free hand, she lifted his hand to her lips and sucked his fingers, one after the other.

The sounds... they were driving him quite mad. He knew she was touching herself, he could hear the pleasure in her sighs... feel the bed move... and all he could do was imagine just how she was touching herself.

Sitting on the ground, between her legs, he knew where the warmth he was feeling on his face was coming from. If he just leaned forward... and then she was distracting him... taking his fingers into her mouth. The way she sucked him made him go harder, made the ache in his groin merciless.

The power was intoxicating. Willow had Wesley right where she wanted him. She knew she could make him feed her every desire -- and she did. Parting her legs, she slid to the very edge of the bed and guided his hands to her waist. She allowed him to lift the camisole over her head and as she rocked forward, she moved his hands to cup her breasts, leaning into him as he grazed nipples through the lace of her bra.

Heart racing, she gripped a fistful of hair and pulled him forward, coaxing him to use his teeth.

"Time to taste..." she whispered in a throaty hiss.

With the thin material that had separated them now gone, there was nothing but bare, silky skin under his palms as he slid them urgently up and down her sides, pulling her close so he could do as she asked... taste her. He ran his teeth over her bra, felt her body respond under his mouth, heard hear gasp. His own body surged in response, and he redoubled his efforts to get her to relent and allow him to take them where they needed to go.

Moving lower, he pushed his tongue under her bra, worked it closer and closer to her nipple, but not quite touching her there. He felt her move closer, arch into his mouth... but moved it lower, to taste her abdomen.

Willow moaned and gasped, again nearly forgetting the power she held. Abruptly she unclasped her bra from the front, and savagely clawed the back of his neck until he obeyed her will and closed his mouth around her nipple. She cried out and arched back with euphoric delight as his rough stubbled cheek scraped over sensitive skin. She would have what she wanted when she wanted.

Damnation. She was hard to trick. But if this was his punishment... he was glad to 'do the time.' He swept his tongue around in circles, then sucked on her -- hard. Lifting his head, he soothed her skin with kisses and flicks of his tongue, very aware of the texture of her skin, concentrating on the area where smooth skin met pebbled nipples crying for attention.

He kissed his way to her other breast and closed his teeth sharply over her nipple. The sound of her gasp had him breathing harsh and heavy, moving against her leg, trying to slowly ease himself over her, trying to find just the right cradle for his raging arousal.

Willow jerked forward and pushed him back to his knees, squeezing her thighs around his hips and grinding slick heat against him in a primal response to his movements. Nails clawed his back as she found just the right motion and climbed toward the apex of her arousal. Ragged breaths, desperate mewls, she wanted more of him.

Want. Need. Take.

Tearing away, Willow parted her legs and grabbed him by the back of the head with savage abandon, demanding that he pleasure her.

He'd been so close, so close to setting a rhythm that gave the relief he'd been seeking, when she abruptly changed her mind and started to push him. At first, he was bewildered, but then he understood what she wanted.

Shifting his weight to ease the pain in his knees, he ran his hands down from her hips to her thighs, hooking his arms over them and pulling apart... he might be blinded by the scarf, but she was now open, and vulnerable to him... that thought alone send blood pounding to his groin.

He hovered over her womanhood, licking his lips, inching over her and letting his breath caress her skin. He gripped her thighs, knew she was anticipating an invasion... but he'd make her ask him, or force him, he would.

Any hint of modesty washed away the moment his breath coiled against her slick heat. She was so aroused, she could feel him through her panties and she impulsively bucked against him. A low insistent growl demanded that he stop teasing her, fingers dug into the back of his neck leaving little half-moons in his flesh.

Hiding a satisfied grin, he hovered only an instant longer, before opening his mouth and covering her sex. Slowly, he closed his mouth, the motion of his lips was the only friction he gave her. The tightening of her thigh muscles told him all he needed to know and he repeated the motion, moving only slightly, letting his tongue touch her briefly.

Willow cried out, wiggling her hips and clenching her thighs around his neck like a vice. She needed more. Clutching at his hands, she moved them to the high waistline of her panties, wanting them off. Needing the fabric out of the way so he could fuck her with his tongue. But he was teasing her. "Take them off! Now!" She would make him pay for making her break her own rule of silence.

Her voice was so heavy with need... with desire, it softened the edge of her tone. All he knew was that she was growing wilder for his touch... and putting him in the same state.

He dipped his hands under the material and started to tug it down, but it was more difficult to manage with his eyes blindfolded. Using both hands on one side of her panty, he ripped the thin material, shuddering at the sound that rent the air.

Breathing harshly, he lowered his mouth... first hitting her hip by mistake, then trailing a path down to her heat. Carefully, he rubbed his tongue up and down her swollen sex, moving his hand up her body and alternately squeezing her breast.

He wanted to see... Lord how he wanted to see her like this, opening for him, moving her hips, blushing for him. He started to tug at the silken scarf around his head.

She bucked and thrashed against his tongue, crying out and mewling incoherently. Hands still firmly on his head, she felt him reach for the blindfold and she batted his hand away, pulling him deeper, fucking him hard and fast. In her state of hyper arousal, every sense cried out as his rough cheek scraped against tender thighs... so different than a woman. Abruptly, an orgasm crashed through her, swamping her with an unexpected tidal wave of pleasure. She cried out and clamped savagely around him, her spiked heels jamming into his shoulders as her back arched and she spasmed again and again.

The pain in his shoulders caused by her stilettos punctuated the intensity of her orgasm. He wanted it again, this time... he wanted to be in her when she came. But would she let him?

He wasn't about to ask, if she wanted to stop him, she would. He stood up, and pulled his shorts off his painfully swollen cock, freeing it and stepping out of the shorts. Then he felt his way back to the bed... back to her.

As he kissed her ankle, he felt the shoe she was wearing, the dangerously high heels... the arch of her foot. When she made a move as if to kick them off, he growled his protest. "No... I want them on."

He ran his mouth up her stockinged legs... skin... half covered by netting... a delicious barrier. He would have played longer, touched, tasted, teased... but the urge to fuck her was too strong.

Crawling up her body, he ran his mouth up her abdomen, then slipped his hand under her back, pulling her up and forcing her to arch toward him when his mouth found her nipple.

Eyes scrunched closed, Willow still writhed as tiny explosions continued to course though her body sending shock waves right to her core. When she felt his mouth on her sensitive nipple, it was like an electric jolt and she tried half-heartedly to push him away. It was too soon, too hard, too rough... her body was still on fire. She moaned, craving more of the pleasure-pain that seemed too much to bear.

His mind was clouded by pleasure that had been denied, he was gripped in throes of lust... it dictated his actions. Lifting himself up, he adjusted himself so that he throbbed at her entrance. She was so hot... so moist... slippery... ready, and he needed her so bad, he groaned as he pushed inside, pulling her up toward him at the same time. His arms bulged with the exertion, sweat dripped from his forehead.

He started to thrust... deep.. deeper... never deep enough, even though he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck... fuck me," he muttered, "harder," he needed this, needed her, would have her.

Willow let out a gasping shriek as hypersensitive nerves exploded into blooms of fire, burning with an intensity like she'd never felt before. She opened her eyes and even with his eyes covered, the contortions of his features displayed pure unbridled fervor as he slammed into her, reaching deep into her center with each thrust.

Hissing through clenched teeth, it was all she could do to hang on. She fisted the comforter beneath her to gain some purchase so she could lever against him with renewed strength. It hurt... so... good. She felt herself starting to climb that precipice once again, slowly building, then racing for the peak. "Ohgodohgodohgodesssss..." she mewled raggedly.

He kept whispering things he shouldn't in her ear, and bucked all the harder as she tightened around him... clinging to his length each time he pulled back and pumped. "Yes, now," he ordered, reaching up to hold the bed post with one hand as he ground his hips into her, riding the waves of his release as she rocked against him.

She came hard. The orgasm engulfed her so completely that she was unable to put voice to the euphoric waves of ecstasy that shattered her very existence into a million pieces. Gasping for ragged breaths, her heart hammered mercilessly until finally her whole body went limp.

His lust now satiated, he collapsed on top of her and took a deep breath. It had been nothing if not glorious.

Slowly pulling out of her, he shoved the scarf off his face and looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed with the heat of passion, her eyes still glazed. Lifting off her, he saw a few light bruises forming on her arms, and in other places. His finger prints. He really ought to be sorry for leaving his marks on her, but as he rolled on his back, he couldn't help the satisfaction he felt.

A few more deep breaths and Willow felt the power slowly returning to her muscles. Rolling on her side, she looked at Wesley, seeing his eyes for the first time that night. She dropped her gaze self-consciously. "You weren't supposed to take that off..." she pointed out as she traced the contours of sweat slicked muscles. "You broke the rules and I should get to punish you now..." Smirking, she looked back up at him through cinnamon lashes. She wanted to kiss him, but she felt suddenly vulnerable with him looking at her... seeing her like this. It wasn't really her -- but it was.

He knew her secrets.

"I don't think I could manage to dress with it on. Besides, I knew exactly how you would look." He smiled. "You're more imaginative than I would have ever imagined. And... beautiful." Perhaps he'd crossed a line there, he hadn't meant to get personal like that.

If she wasn't already flushed, she would have blushed. As it was, she simply smiled with a shyness that contrasted sharply with her current state of undress. Curling up next to him, Willow dared to cuddle... just a little. It was her date. It was allowed, she decided firmly to herself. "Hopefully I'll get a decent night's sleep now..." she murmured softly, laying her head on his chest.

"Don't advertise the fact I helped you sleep," he said drily, putting his arm around her and holding her close. It was something he never did after a blind date, but surely there had to be a 'friend exception.'"

"I won't," she agreed, enjoying the feel of him in her bed. Enjoying it just a little too much, she realized. "You better go." She said, reluctantly drawing back.

He looked at her. "Right... I should go." He slid his hand up and down her arm, "thank you... for... well... perhaps it's best not to go into details," he said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

Awkward much?

Pulling the pillow to her chest modestly, Willow watched as Wesley dressed quickly and efficiently, stood up and pulled his zipper up. When he looked back at her, she smiled and gave a little wave and made a shooing motion. And then he was gone.

Falling back into her pillow, she let released a contented sigh. Feeling too weak to bother getting up, she kicked off her shoes, flicked off her bedside lamp and slipped under the covers. Sleep came quickly and she dreamed of a dark knight riding in on horseback to sweep her off her feet.

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A few days later, Willow sat in the university coffee shop flipping through a trade journal, sipping a latte. Even after a full morning of lectures and grading papers, she felt like she was on top of her game. She was even asked to take over Professor Clark's Psych 101 course while he was off having a quadruple bypass. For the first time since she'd moved to Los Angeles, Willow was starting to settle into her life. Really, there was only one thing missing...

Chewing on the end of her pencil, Willow's gaze drifted across the coffee shop, flickering from person to person. But as usual, nobody really caught her interest. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but it wasn't here.

Just as she was about to return her attention to her journal, the bell jingled and she absently looked over to the door to see who was coming or going. She froze. A clean shaven, smartly dressed man walked in and headed for the front counter. It was Wesley.

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