Tales From the Nursery

Two days. It had been two days since Spike had fallen unconscious with a horrible fever, and Willow was really starting to get scared. She had managed to procure some antibiotics and chicken broth with her handy dandy basket, which she hoped was helping some, but it was hard to tell. On the first night she had tried to get some pig’s blood down him, but it made him violently ill, and in the end she and Happy had to strip all of his clothing and the bedding to wash the blood out.

As he was lying on the bed naked, while Happy rooted around for more bed coverings, Willow noticed, among other things, the sickly green color and foul smell that were coming from his wounds. After placing a pillow over her patient’s surprisingly large ‘equipment’, (much to Happy’s disappointment), she used her basket to acquire some disinfectant, but was forced to make do with moonshine. The substance clearly stung and Spike squirmed to escape her as she sponged out the infected areas. Finally, Happy had to hold him down to make the process a bit easier, but the little man didn’t have any complaints about this task.

The blonde vamp would drift in and out of consciousness long enough for her to get a little bit of fluids and medicine into him, all the while babbling deliriously about some sort of ‘wooly beast,’ which she assumed was responsible for the wounds on his arm and leg. The fever was the worst though, at times making his skin feel like it was on fire while at the same time he shivered violently and complained about being cold. Willow and Happy took turns lying with him, trying to keep him a bit warmer, but if his fever didn’t break soon, Willow was afraid his chances weren’t good, vampire or not.

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Reality came back slowly. Spike tried to pry his eyes open, but they didn’t seem to be quite working yet. With a sigh he stretched out under the pile of blankets, noticing for the first time the petite hand on his bare chest. He searched his mind to try to recall where he was and what was happening. The last thing he remembered was Willow, kissing Willow. He smiled smugly to himself, and began tracing light patterns upon the little hand, gently pulling it up to kiss the fingertips.

“Good morning, pet, how’s about a little kiss?” Spike asked with a seductive purr.

“I thought you’d never ask,” came a gruff reply.

Spike gave a WHOOP of surprise, and leapt from the bed. In his haste however, his foot became tangled in the bedding and he started to fall. Happy quickly reached out, grabbing his arm to steady him, but unfortunately only succeeded in being pulled out of the bed as well, landing with a THUMP on Spike’s back.

Willow heard the ruckus from where she was reading in the other room, and came rushing in to see what the trouble was, but stopped short the moment she opened the door and found the pair in a very compromising position.

“Oh, god, sorry! I didn’t mean to…sorry!” she gasped and rushed back out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Willow, wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Spike called after her, but it was too late. He banged his head on the floor in frustration, listening to the sound of Happy chuckling away. “Do you mind getting your boys off of me?! And what’s so damn funny anyway?!”

“You are,” Happy replied, disentangling himself. “I’m glad you’re feelin’ better though.”

“Yeah, well what were you doing in that bed with me anyway?”

“Keeping you warm, of course.”

“Why weren’t you wearing any clothes?” Spike asked with a hard stare.

“Well, I didn’t want them to get all rumpled, now did I?” Happy replied with a sheepish grin, pulling his shirt and trousers on. “Don’t worry; I’ll straighten everythin’ out with the lady. Then, I think I might do a little huntin’, I just don’t trust eatin’ food I don’t kill myself. I should be back in a day or so, that should be ample time I think for you two to sort things out,” and with a wink and another grin, the small man was out the door, leaving Spike still sitting on the floor with nothing on but a sheet.

When Willow came in a few minutes later, Spike had moved back up to the bed and was holding his head in frustration.

“Happy said you wanted to talk to me?”

“Willow, yeah, ummm come in…” he sputtered, scootingr anr and patting the space next to him on the bed. Willow sat, but didn’t quite make eye contact with him. “Listen, about what you saw before…”

“Oh don’t worry, Happy explained everything,” she said nervously.

“He did? Good…”

“Yes, and I just want you to know that I’ll fully support you if you decide to come out.”

“What? What do you mean, ‘come out’?”

“Now, Spike, you don’t have to play the denial game with me. I mean I think that whatever two people, or in this case a vampire and a fairy book dwarf, do in private, is no one’s business but their own.”

“What exactly did Cyril tell you?” Spike asked through clenched teeth.

“Oh, he didn’t give me any details if that’s what you mean; he just told me that when you met you came to realize just how much you liked, umm, shorter men.”

“But…he…I…that’s not…”

“Really, Spike, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Even I have taken notice of a pretty girl now and then,” at this Spike’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline, but before he could get a word in she continued, “Not that I’ve ever acted on those impulses, but I understand them. It’s natural, I think, for people to be attracted to both sexes…and sometimes monsters,” at this she gave him a brief look of longing, “I mean especially for someonee yoe you, a vampire and all. You guys live so long you probably need a little, ummm, variety. Although you were with Drusilla for over a hundred years, so not much variety there, although she was crazy, so maybe that made her more creative, ummm…” she glanced up at him quickly and seeing his amused smirk, instantly turned red, but still her mouth kept on going. “Of course then there was that whole thing with Harmony, you know I never did understand that one, I mean compared to her, Happy is a real catch, no offens jus just never pictured you dating someone like him, I mean I always assumed there was something between you and Angelus, but…”

Spike tried to wait patiently for her to finish, but she didn’t seem to be tapering off at all. In fact, he was pretty sure she hadn’t even paused to breathe since she had started on her babble rampage. In a way it was impressive, but it was time to put a stop to it. He leaned over toward the chattering redhead and planted a firm kiss on her mouth. All tng ang abruptly ceased.

Spike snaked one hand behind Willow’s head, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Her lips were warm and sweet and as his tongue gently caressed hers, he realized that he no longer cared if he ever got back to the real world; so long as he was with Willow, he was happy. He slid her willing body onto his lap and she gave a little gasp when she came in contact with his rigid cock. Spike slid one hand up her thigh, coming into contact with her ruffled knickers, and pulled back slightly so he could get a good look at what she was wearing. The moment he pulled back though, oxygen leaked back into Willow’s brain and suddenly she realized what she was doing and started to push herself farther back.

“Spike, we shouldn’t…I mean you’re a vampire, and I’m best friends with the slayer, and Happy could come back at any moment, and I already did the boyfriend stealing thing once with Xander and it turned out really bad, and…” Her protests were cut off with another powerful kiss.

“Willow,” he began a bit breathlessly, as he reluctantly pulled away from her again, “Cyril and I are NOT a couple; he was just pulling your leg. As for Buffy, it’s none of her damn business what we do, and the part about me being a vampire, well, I’m not sure what it all means, but…” He took her hand and placed it firmly on his chest, searching her eyes for some spark of understanding. Suddenly her eyes grew large, and she yanked her hand back in surprise.

“Your heart, it’s beating!” she exclaimed.

“That’s right, pet. So you see, there are no real reasons why we can’t do this,” he said in a low voice, now running his hand up between her thighs until he found their moist juncture, “Unless of course you don’t want to.”

At that he gave her a long pleading look, desperate for her consent. She gave it by trailing her hand back down his chest and circling it around his erect shaft, as she leaned forward for another passionate kiss. This time when they broke apart, Spike lowered her back onto the bed, pulling himself up to lay next to her, propped up on one elbow as his free hand made quick work of the laces to her bodice. He soon freed her pert breasts from their confines and wasted no time in taking one of the rosy tips into his mouth. Willow gasped again and writhed in pleasure at his ministrations.

“So, Miss Riding Hood, are you ready for the big bad wolf?” he purred in her ear. Suddenly she froze as images of Oz, and the wolf-man that had attacked her, floated through her head. It took Spike a minute to realize what he had said wrong, and he groaned in frustration at his own stupidity. “Willow, I’m sorry, I didn’t think…I’m so sorry.”

His sincere apology snapped her back out of the daze she was in, as she focused on the concerned look in his blue eyes. She smiled slightly, and ran a hand gently across on chiseled cheek bone. “Don’t worry about it. How about if I be Little Bo Peep instead, the outfit’s pretty much the same,” she suggested.

“Bo Peep?”

“Yeah, you know, Little Bo Peep, she lost her sheep…”

It was Spike’s turn to flinch at the mention of sheep.

“How about you be Willow, and I’ll be Spike,” he said, and then kissed her again. Soon her costume was in a pile on the floor, and there was nothing but bare skin touching.

Willow pushed Spike onto his back, enjoying a feeling of control she had never had before as she kissed her way down his chest, teasing his bellybutton slightly with her tongue and continuing on down, skirting her way around his shaft. Spike moaned in frustration, but it quickly turned to a girlish squeal as she found a ticklish spot on his inner thigh. Relenting with a smirk, she turned her attention back to his cock, which bobbed under her scrutiny. She had done this once with Oz, but he was much smaller, and she had a moment of doubt about her ability to please. But when she glanced up and saw the look of complete adoration on Spike’s face, her confidence returned. She took him tentatively in her hands, running her pink tongue up the length of his shaft, and then circling his tip before bringing it into her hot mouth. Spike made a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl and arched his back slightly as the feeling of warm wetness enveloped him. She began taking him in an inch at a time, working slowly and relaxing her throat, until she was finally able to take in his entire length, her hand caressing his heavy sack. Spike’s hands were clenching and unclenching almost in rhythm with her ministrations, resisting the urge to bury themselves in her hair and speed her movements. He was trying hard to keep himself under control as his breathing became ragged panting, and his eyes rolled up in his herom rom the ecstasy. It wouldn’t be long now.

Willow suddenly felt a hand, bury itself in her hair and begin to gently pull her up and away from the object of her affection. She looked at Spike, confused and concerned about what she had done wrong, but he only smiled and kissed her tenderly.

“I couldn’t let you go on or I would have lost control,” he began, “That sweet mouth of yours could bring any man to his downfall, but this time, the first time, I want to be inside you, really inside you.” Then he kissed her again, more forcefully this time, as she spread her legs and opened herself to him.

He was too large, and it had been a long time since she had been with anyone. Spike tried to be gentle, but there was no way around the pain, and the thought of going slow was more than Willow could bear.

“Spike, please…” she begged, pulling at his body in desperation.

He forced his length into her, knowing that his abruptness had hurt her, but the look of pleading in Willow’s eyes ended any thoughts he had of being slow or gentle and he quickly began a brutal pace, pounding her into the mattress with the force of his thrusts. Spike gasped for air as he watched the redhead below him moan with pleasure, her sweaty locks fanning around her head like a halo, her skin flushed. She was beautiful.

Willow was keening in pleasure, a delicious tightness beginning in her belly, the heat of their combined flesh making her feel like she was on fire. Then it hit her, like a wave of tiny explosions inside of her. Every inch of her felt incredibly alive and aware. The force of her orgasm shook her small frame, making her muscles clamp around Spike’s cock convulsively as her nails raked bloody trails down his biceps.

Spike felt a wave of relief at her cries of rapture, realizing that he no longer had to keep himself in control. His intense rhythm picked up a notch as he found his own release, shooting his warm seed into her as he too began to shake.

When it was all over, the pair collapsed in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs, sighing happily and clinging to each other in their mutual exhaustion. Spike rolled onto his back, pulling Willow with him, and pushing her damp hair out of her face. He struggled to breathe, not remembering the last time he had felt so wonderful. His body was aching and he couldn’t quite catch his breath, but at the same time he felt totally content, and delightfully drowsy. Was this what it was like to be human? It had been so long, he couldn’t quite remember, but if it was he could definitely get used to it, he thought as he drifted off to sleep with the lightly snoring redhead in his arms.

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Dawn looked down at the page in front of her in shock, her cheeks flushed. She had been so terrified when Willow had been attacked, then relieved when she was rescued. But that had quickly turned back to concern when Spike took ill, and now looking at the page in front of her, she mostly felt embarrassed. She felt like a peeping Tom, watching the two people she looked up to most having sex. Not to mention, the surprise she felt that those two would ever get together in the first place. Sure they were both single, and smart, and they both had a quirky sense of humor, but still she had never seen that coming. It was all too weird, and she couldn’t help but think that she would never be able to look at either of them again without turning red as a beet. But then again, at least they looked happy, and it was about time those two halittlittle happiness in their lives. Good for them. Of course, who knew how long it would last, she wondered as she turned the next page.

To be continued…