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Adult ++
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Impossible
Chapter Four : Impossible
Spike growled dangerously at Angelus. Poof.
“Spike likes the human…” Angelus sing-songed.
“No, I just thought she was a good fuck. Unlike you, Sire, I don’t feel the need to turn every human being into a mindless fledgling. It was nice to have someone warm, for a change.”
“No need to explain to me if there’s nothing in it, Spike. What about Dru…?”
“What about Dru?”
“What’s Princess going to do when she finds that you’re in lo-” Spike growled and wrapped his hand around Angelus’ neck, squeezing tightly. “You lay a finger on Willow and I’m going to take up my old rail road spike habit again. Starting with you.” Spike stalked off.
Angelus found himself rubbing his neck, “What has she done to you, my boy…”
***
Spike watched from the shadows. From the tree conveniently placed outside Willow’s bedroom balcony. How could he feel this way? About a mortal! And the slayer’s little bookworm, at that! Bloody typical. Stupid bloody dreams-
Spike’s thoughts were cut off when he saw Willow emerge from her bathroom, her hair wet, dripping down her back, making a see-through trail down the back of her thin, white dressing gown. She undid the gown and hung it up on the back of the door. Unfortunately for Spike, she was wearing panties and her back was to him as she searched for a t-shirt in her drawers. She shrugged one on, the huge top, making her look tiny. He watched as she bent over to read something on her computer screen and felt himself harden at the sight of her ass encased in tiny lacy black panties. She was beautiful - her warm hair, pale skin, slender figure. She’d make a beautiful vampire. Spike sighed. There was a time when all he could see in his future was Dru, his dark, wicked Queen and leaving blood-baths in their wake. But now…now he knew that Dru didn’t feel the same way, it put a bit of a spin on things. One that he didn’t like. Angelus, the soddin’ poof, had been right when he’d said about falling for the mortal. But she wasn’t like other mortals. She had fire - he’d seen it in her eyes that night and again, when he’d come to the library.
Inside he knew. He knew she was the one he would spend the rest of his existence with.
Willow jumped when a soft tap on her patio door startled her. She spun around and sighed in relief when she saw it was only Spike ‘Only Spike? I must be getting too trusting in my ‘old’ age. Spike is not some little puppy…’ She opened the doors and invited him in. As soon as he was inside, his lips were pressed against hers, teasing her by not deepening the kiss.
“Spike…”
“Red, Baby. You’re mine…” Willow looked confused for a second before she understood his meaning and met his glowing yellow eyes with her wide, fearful ones.
He winked before leaning down and burying his teeth in her neck.
TBC (Another chapter slowly being written)
Spike growled dangerously at Angelus. Poof.
“Spike likes the human…” Angelus sing-songed.
“No, I just thought she was a good fuck. Unlike you, Sire, I don’t feel the need to turn every human being into a mindless fledgling. It was nice to have someone warm, for a change.”
“No need to explain to me if there’s nothing in it, Spike. What about Dru…?”
“What about Dru?”
“What’s Princess going to do when she finds that you’re in lo-” Spike growled and wrapped his hand around Angelus’ neck, squeezing tightly. “You lay a finger on Willow and I’m going to take up my old rail road spike habit again. Starting with you.” Spike stalked off.
Angelus found himself rubbing his neck, “What has she done to you, my boy…”
***
Spike watched from the shadows. From the tree conveniently placed outside Willow’s bedroom balcony. How could he feel this way? About a mortal! And the slayer’s little bookworm, at that! Bloody typical. Stupid bloody dreams-
Spike’s thoughts were cut off when he saw Willow emerge from her bathroom, her hair wet, dripping down her back, making a see-through trail down the back of her thin, white dressing gown. She undid the gown and hung it up on the back of the door. Unfortunately for Spike, she was wearing panties and her back was to him as she searched for a t-shirt in her drawers. She shrugged one on, the huge top, making her look tiny. He watched as she bent over to read something on her computer screen and felt himself harden at the sight of her ass encased in tiny lacy black panties. She was beautiful - her warm hair, pale skin, slender figure. She’d make a beautiful vampire. Spike sighed. There was a time when all he could see in his future was Dru, his dark, wicked Queen and leaving blood-baths in their wake. But now…now he knew that Dru didn’t feel the same way, it put a bit of a spin on things. One that he didn’t like. Angelus, the soddin’ poof, had been right when he’d said about falling for the mortal. But she wasn’t like other mortals. She had fire - he’d seen it in her eyes that night and again, when he’d come to the library.
Inside he knew. He knew she was the one he would spend the rest of his existence with.
Willow jumped when a soft tap on her patio door startled her. She spun around and sighed in relief when she saw it was only Spike ‘Only Spike? I must be getting too trusting in my ‘old’ age. Spike is not some little puppy…’ She opened the doors and invited him in. As soon as he was inside, his lips were pressed against hers, teasing her by not deepening the kiss.
“Spike…”
“Red, Baby. You’re mine…” Willow looked confused for a second before she understood his meaning and met his glowing yellow eyes with her wide, fearful ones.
He winked before leaning down and burying his teeth in her neck.
TBC (Another chapter slowly being written)