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Adult ++
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Uncertainty
Chapter Three: Uncertainty
Spike glared at Angelus, “What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Can’t just let me have one to myself, can you?”
“You’re my childe, Spikey. What’s yours is mine.”
“Fuck that stupid soddin’ rule.”
“She’s got fire, you know. Could see it in her eyes.”
“She’d make a beautiful vamp.” Spike considered. He smirked, “She’s not a screamer, but I could certainly fix that.” He thought about how she would be as a vampire. Would she have the same fire? Spike cursed himself inwardly. He was thinking about this way too much. There was nothing about her that especially caught his attention apart from her smell. And her bright green eyes. And the smell of her arousal. And how gorgeous she looked when she was in the throes of…no. She was just a shag.
*****
Willow shifted in her seat, her eyes fixed on the board, but not seeing what her teacher was writing. Her mind had started to wander every time she shifted and felt how sore she was in places that shouldn’t be. In a way she felt dirty, but she felt more like a woman now - two handsome men - okay, vampires - had wanted to fuck her. Why, she didn’t have a clue, but it had given her a higher level of confidence. She knew that a lot of people would be broken by the experience. She should be angry or scared, at least. She knew she should be but just didn’t feel it. Instead she found herself imagining what else they could be doing. The writing on the board disappeared and her and Spike’s body appeared entwined, fucking wildly. Willow blushed and looked around her at the class. Luckily no one had caught her daydreaming. She giggled to herself at what would have happened if someone could see what she had been imagining.
After school, Willow had stayed to help Giles, Buffy and Xander research the new demon in town. Finding nothing in the book she was currently reading, she sighed and put it down heavily on the table.
“You okay, Willow?” Asked Giles, “You’ve seemed a bit ‘off’ the past few days. Anything you’d like to talk about?”
“No, I’m fine, thanks. I think I’ll have a look in the stacks for some more books - there’s nothing in the ones I’ve read so far.” She stood up, stretching her legs and cracking her neck before walking heavily up the stairs. She was hungry and tired. The last thing she had eaten was one of Xander’s Twinkies. And that was at lunch time - it was now gone eight! Willow found herself deep in the stacks, where Giles kept the watcher diaries. She was about to pick up one that looked particularly useful when she head a rustling. She spun around, ready to scream and run and found herself face to face with Spike. She hesitated, not sure whether to run or stay and Spike saw it in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something and her eyes widened when Spike’s mouth came crashing down on hers. The adrenaline rushing through her was intoxicating as she held his head in place tightly with hands in his hair. He pushed her up against the stack, pressing the bulge in his trousers against her stomach, his hands gripping her hips roughly, pulling them against him. She gasped for breath,
“Spike…” she whispered. He captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands finding their way to the front of her skirt. He pushed it up a bit and rubbed her through her panties, watching her as she bucked against his hand. ‘I’m such a little hussy’ she thought, moaning quietly when his fingers dipped inside her. It excited her more to know her friends were no more than 10 metres away from her and could probably hear her if she made any noise more than a whisper. Spike kept kissing her, almost urgently, his need to have his body pressed against hers, overwhelming.
“Do you need a hand, Wills?” came Buffy’s voice from across the room.
“No, I’m good!”, Willow replied as she gasped for air ‘I’ve already got one’ she thought. ‘Why am I just letting Spike - William the Bloody just ravish me? He could kill me.’ she thought, ‘But he’s not…’ a little nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered, ‘If he wanted to, he would have done it already.’
“Why are you doing this?” Willow whispered as Spike’s mouth started to nibble at her neck.
“You don’t want me to?”
“I just…why me? Plain, boring, little Willow?”
“I don’t see you as plain or boring, Pet. I see fire and strength. I see power…and one hell of a body” he winked. Willow giggled, a bit too loud.
“You okay, Will?” said Buffy. Spike heard the scraping of her chair against the floor as she went to stand up and investigate. He kissed Willow briefly, slipping his hand from between her legs, brushing her skirt down. He was gone within a second. Willow didn’t know where he went. She was still leaning against the stack when Buffy poked her head around the corner.
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Spike glared at Angelus, “What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Can’t just let me have one to myself, can you?”
“You’re my childe, Spikey. What’s yours is mine.”
“Fuck that stupid soddin’ rule.”
“She’s got fire, you know. Could see it in her eyes.”
“She’d make a beautiful vamp.” Spike considered. He smirked, “She’s not a screamer, but I could certainly fix that.” He thought about how she would be as a vampire. Would she have the same fire? Spike cursed himself inwardly. He was thinking about this way too much. There was nothing about her that especially caught his attention apart from her smell. And her bright green eyes. And the smell of her arousal. And how gorgeous she looked when she was in the throes of…no. She was just a shag.
*****
Willow shifted in her seat, her eyes fixed on the board, but not seeing what her teacher was writing. Her mind had started to wander every time she shifted and felt how sore she was in places that shouldn’t be. In a way she felt dirty, but she felt more like a woman now - two handsome men - okay, vampires - had wanted to fuck her. Why, she didn’t have a clue, but it had given her a higher level of confidence. She knew that a lot of people would be broken by the experience. She should be angry or scared, at least. She knew she should be but just didn’t feel it. Instead she found herself imagining what else they could be doing. The writing on the board disappeared and her and Spike’s body appeared entwined, fucking wildly. Willow blushed and looked around her at the class. Luckily no one had caught her daydreaming. She giggled to herself at what would have happened if someone could see what she had been imagining.
After school, Willow had stayed to help Giles, Buffy and Xander research the new demon in town. Finding nothing in the book she was currently reading, she sighed and put it down heavily on the table.
“You okay, Willow?” Asked Giles, “You’ve seemed a bit ‘off’ the past few days. Anything you’d like to talk about?”
“No, I’m fine, thanks. I think I’ll have a look in the stacks for some more books - there’s nothing in the ones I’ve read so far.” She stood up, stretching her legs and cracking her neck before walking heavily up the stairs. She was hungry and tired. The last thing she had eaten was one of Xander’s Twinkies. And that was at lunch time - it was now gone eight! Willow found herself deep in the stacks, where Giles kept the watcher diaries. She was about to pick up one that looked particularly useful when she head a rustling. She spun around, ready to scream and run and found herself face to face with Spike. She hesitated, not sure whether to run or stay and Spike saw it in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something and her eyes widened when Spike’s mouth came crashing down on hers. The adrenaline rushing through her was intoxicating as she held his head in place tightly with hands in his hair. He pushed her up against the stack, pressing the bulge in his trousers against her stomach, his hands gripping her hips roughly, pulling them against him. She gasped for breath,
“Spike…” she whispered. He captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands finding their way to the front of her skirt. He pushed it up a bit and rubbed her through her panties, watching her as she bucked against his hand. ‘I’m such a little hussy’ she thought, moaning quietly when his fingers dipped inside her. It excited her more to know her friends were no more than 10 metres away from her and could probably hear her if she made any noise more than a whisper. Spike kept kissing her, almost urgently, his need to have his body pressed against hers, overwhelming.
“Do you need a hand, Wills?” came Buffy’s voice from across the room.
“No, I’m good!”, Willow replied as she gasped for air ‘I’ve already got one’ she thought. ‘Why am I just letting Spike - William the Bloody just ravish me? He could kill me.’ she thought, ‘But he’s not…’ a little nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered, ‘If he wanted to, he would have done it already.’
“Why are you doing this?” Willow whispered as Spike’s mouth started to nibble at her neck.
“You don’t want me to?”
“I just…why me? Plain, boring, little Willow?”
“I don’t see you as plain or boring, Pet. I see fire and strength. I see power…and one hell of a body” he winked. Willow giggled, a bit too loud.
“You okay, Will?” said Buffy. Spike heard the scraping of her chair against the floor as she went to stand up and investigate. He kissed Willow briefly, slipping his hand from between her legs, brushing her skirt down. He was gone within a second. Willow didn’t know where he went. She was still leaning against the stack when Buffy poked her head around the corner.
AN: please review, they inspire me to write more :)