Solace
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
3,380
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Mr. The Bloody
Title: Solace
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/W
Summary: We find comfort in the strangest of places.
Reviews: I need reviews like I need air. They help to inspire me! So please leave your comments, good, bad, or indifferent.
Random Quote: "The key to change is to let go of fear." ~Rosanne Cash
Disclaimer: I don’t own them I’m just playing with them a little bit… Sue me and all you will get is my debt.
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They pulled into the parking lot of a seedy looking motel at six am, the signs of daybreak just starting to kiss the horizon. They exited the car and walked towards the office door. Before they entered Spike grabbed Willow’s arms and spun her to face him.
“Whatever I say just go along with it.”
“Ok?” Willow looked at him in curiosity.
“Pull your power forward.”
“What? I can’t just, Spike what’s going on?”
“Do it Willow. The demon that runs this joint don’t let humans in and you’re not all that human now, yeah? Think about your energy boiling in you begging to be released.”
Willow closed her eyes for a moment and thought about her energy. She could feel it surging through her and forcing its way out. She heard Spike gasp and her eyes shot open.
“Bloody beautiful.” He reach out and touched her hair. His eyes were full of wonder.
“Spike?” Willow gasped at the sound of her own voice. It was dark and heavy. She glanced at the office window and her eyes went wide. The once fiery stock of hair was now midnight black, her eyes were fathomless black pits. She had dark veins running along her face and her once rosy lips were tinted black.
She cocked her head to the side before turning back to Spike. He smirked at her and held out his hand. She took it and smirked back at him. They walked silently into the office, the door swinging open and nearly ripping off its hinges.
Willow chuckled and glanced at Spike. “Opps.”
Spike laughed as he hit the small bell for service. He wrapped his arms around Willow’s waist and pushed her raven hair away from her neck. He leaned over and ran his cool tongue along her heated flesh before using his bunt human teeth to nip at the soft skin. Willow rested her head on his shoulder, one hand intertwined in his hair the other rubbing an arm that held her waist. A soft moan slipped past her lips and she could feel Spike smirk against her neck.
“What!... Oh Mr. The Bloody! So sorry!” A small scaly creature said from behind the counter. His skin was an off shade of green and his small beady eyes glowed orange. He had a mess of straggly purple hair that stuck out from the top of his head.
“Forgiven for now Mate. Need a room.” Spike slid his hand under the hem of Willow’s shirt, drawing small circles with his thumb on the soft flesh of her stomach. His mouth barely left her neck as he spoke to the small creature.
“Mr. The Bloody a room for you and her, is good idea?”
“Not gonna eat her you pillock!” As if to prove his point he rolled his hips. Willow moaned at the contact pressing back into him.
“Bored now, can I kill him?”
“No princess, Jarvis is a decent bloke just worries about yours truly.”
Willow gave a little pout then dug her fingers deep in his hair, pulling him closer. It was Spike’s turn to growl, the sound vibrating in his chest. Willow gasped, the smell of her arousal filling the office causing Spike to grind his hips against her harder, trying to find some release.
“Room away from the sun, yes? Go to 120, in a hallway only one window.” Jarvis said just wanting to two out of his office.
“Ta Mate.” Spike took the key and pulled Willow towards the door.
“Pay when leave?” Jarvis shouted at their retreating backs.
Spike whipped around, demon face in the forefront. A deep growl erupted from his lips. Willow stood only inches behind him, arms crossed of her chest, smirk across her dark features.
“After everything I did for you and your people you think I would pay a cent!”
“Was joke Mr. The Bloody! Was joke. Funny joke, yeah?” Jarvis’s orange eyes were wide in fear.
“Now can I kill him baby?”
Spike stood there for a moment looking at Jarvis before turning to Willow. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body against his. He captured her dark lips with his, leading her in a passionate kiss. His tongue traced her bottom lip begging for entrance. She opened her mouth willingly, running her tongue over his sharp fangs. She pricked her tongue on the tip, giving him a small taste of her essence.
He growled and lifted her small body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, fingers threaded in his platinum locks. He slammed her against the door to the office, grinding his hips against her jean clad center.
“Please Mr. The Bloody go to your room! No damage to the office! No pay you no have to pay. Please Mr. The Bloody!”
Spike pulled his lips from hers, Willow gasping for air, trying her best to increase the friction between them. He turned and looked at Jarvis, his amber eyes going wide. Chairs, tables, magazines, the TV, room keys, and the cash register all hovered in the air. He shifted his face back into his human face and looked at Willow.
Her eyes were still closed, her head rested against the door. “Willow.” He whispered and her black eyes opened to meet his sapphire ones. “Willow, pet I need you to calm down a little.”
She looked at him confused, and then anger washed over her features. “Why?” Rage filled her voice. The dark tones from before were magnified.
“Pet look around, set the office back yeah? Take some deep breaths for me luv.”
“Give me back my demon.” She traced her fingers across his forehead, her head leaving a fiery trail along his flesh.
“Only if you promise to calm back down.”
She nodded and Spike shook his head, bringing the demon forth. She smiled as she traced his ridges. His amber eyes searched for any signs that his Red was coming back to him. Slowly red streaks started to kiss her raven hair, the veins started to retract into her skin, the black pools in her eyes started to clear. The sound of furniture being placed filled the room and the sound of Jarvis’s sigh almost made Spike chuckle.
“There’s my Red.” Spike smiled softly at her when all the darkness had faded. She looked exhausted and confused. Spike chuckled and kissed her forehead before setting her down. “Thanks Mate! See ya at dusk to return the key.” Spike called over his shoulder, leading Willow from the office and back to the Desoto.
“Well that got kinda sexy.” Willow said as she slumped into the front seat.
“Sorry about that luv, never meant to take it that far.” Spike sat back in his seat for a moment before shaking off his demon. “You ok?”
“I don’t know. I’m tired, I feel like I just ran ten miles.”
“It was the mojo luv. Let’s get you to bed.”
Spike drove around the motel until he got to where the room was. The sky was kissed by the reds and oranges of the sunrise. Spike reached into the backseat and grabbed both bags. He hopped out of the car and walked over to Willow’s side to open the door.
She was staring out the front window not moving. “Luv?”
“Huh? Oh sorry.” She gave a tired smile and pulled herself from the car. Spike closed the door, placed his hand on the small of her back, and lead her to their room.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/W
Summary: We find comfort in the strangest of places.
Reviews: I need reviews like I need air. They help to inspire me! So please leave your comments, good, bad, or indifferent.
Random Quote: "The key to change is to let go of fear." ~Rosanne Cash
Disclaimer: I don’t own them I’m just playing with them a little bit… Sue me and all you will get is my debt.
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They pulled into the parking lot of a seedy looking motel at six am, the signs of daybreak just starting to kiss the horizon. They exited the car and walked towards the office door. Before they entered Spike grabbed Willow’s arms and spun her to face him.
“Whatever I say just go along with it.”
“Ok?” Willow looked at him in curiosity.
“Pull your power forward.”
“What? I can’t just, Spike what’s going on?”
“Do it Willow. The demon that runs this joint don’t let humans in and you’re not all that human now, yeah? Think about your energy boiling in you begging to be released.”
Willow closed her eyes for a moment and thought about her energy. She could feel it surging through her and forcing its way out. She heard Spike gasp and her eyes shot open.
“Bloody beautiful.” He reach out and touched her hair. His eyes were full of wonder.
“Spike?” Willow gasped at the sound of her own voice. It was dark and heavy. She glanced at the office window and her eyes went wide. The once fiery stock of hair was now midnight black, her eyes were fathomless black pits. She had dark veins running along her face and her once rosy lips were tinted black.
She cocked her head to the side before turning back to Spike. He smirked at her and held out his hand. She took it and smirked back at him. They walked silently into the office, the door swinging open and nearly ripping off its hinges.
Willow chuckled and glanced at Spike. “Opps.”
Spike laughed as he hit the small bell for service. He wrapped his arms around Willow’s waist and pushed her raven hair away from her neck. He leaned over and ran his cool tongue along her heated flesh before using his bunt human teeth to nip at the soft skin. Willow rested her head on his shoulder, one hand intertwined in his hair the other rubbing an arm that held her waist. A soft moan slipped past her lips and she could feel Spike smirk against her neck.
“What!... Oh Mr. The Bloody! So sorry!” A small scaly creature said from behind the counter. His skin was an off shade of green and his small beady eyes glowed orange. He had a mess of straggly purple hair that stuck out from the top of his head.
“Forgiven for now Mate. Need a room.” Spike slid his hand under the hem of Willow’s shirt, drawing small circles with his thumb on the soft flesh of her stomach. His mouth barely left her neck as he spoke to the small creature.
“Mr. The Bloody a room for you and her, is good idea?”
“Not gonna eat her you pillock!” As if to prove his point he rolled his hips. Willow moaned at the contact pressing back into him.
“Bored now, can I kill him?”
“No princess, Jarvis is a decent bloke just worries about yours truly.”
Willow gave a little pout then dug her fingers deep in his hair, pulling him closer. It was Spike’s turn to growl, the sound vibrating in his chest. Willow gasped, the smell of her arousal filling the office causing Spike to grind his hips against her harder, trying to find some release.
“Room away from the sun, yes? Go to 120, in a hallway only one window.” Jarvis said just wanting to two out of his office.
“Ta Mate.” Spike took the key and pulled Willow towards the door.
“Pay when leave?” Jarvis shouted at their retreating backs.
Spike whipped around, demon face in the forefront. A deep growl erupted from his lips. Willow stood only inches behind him, arms crossed of her chest, smirk across her dark features.
“After everything I did for you and your people you think I would pay a cent!”
“Was joke Mr. The Bloody! Was joke. Funny joke, yeah?” Jarvis’s orange eyes were wide in fear.
“Now can I kill him baby?”
Spike stood there for a moment looking at Jarvis before turning to Willow. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body against his. He captured her dark lips with his, leading her in a passionate kiss. His tongue traced her bottom lip begging for entrance. She opened her mouth willingly, running her tongue over his sharp fangs. She pricked her tongue on the tip, giving him a small taste of her essence.
He growled and lifted her small body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, fingers threaded in his platinum locks. He slammed her against the door to the office, grinding his hips against her jean clad center.
“Please Mr. The Bloody go to your room! No damage to the office! No pay you no have to pay. Please Mr. The Bloody!”
Spike pulled his lips from hers, Willow gasping for air, trying her best to increase the friction between them. He turned and looked at Jarvis, his amber eyes going wide. Chairs, tables, magazines, the TV, room keys, and the cash register all hovered in the air. He shifted his face back into his human face and looked at Willow.
Her eyes were still closed, her head rested against the door. “Willow.” He whispered and her black eyes opened to meet his sapphire ones. “Willow, pet I need you to calm down a little.”
She looked at him confused, and then anger washed over her features. “Why?” Rage filled her voice. The dark tones from before were magnified.
“Pet look around, set the office back yeah? Take some deep breaths for me luv.”
“Give me back my demon.” She traced her fingers across his forehead, her head leaving a fiery trail along his flesh.
“Only if you promise to calm back down.”
She nodded and Spike shook his head, bringing the demon forth. She smiled as she traced his ridges. His amber eyes searched for any signs that his Red was coming back to him. Slowly red streaks started to kiss her raven hair, the veins started to retract into her skin, the black pools in her eyes started to clear. The sound of furniture being placed filled the room and the sound of Jarvis’s sigh almost made Spike chuckle.
“There’s my Red.” Spike smiled softly at her when all the darkness had faded. She looked exhausted and confused. Spike chuckled and kissed her forehead before setting her down. “Thanks Mate! See ya at dusk to return the key.” Spike called over his shoulder, leading Willow from the office and back to the Desoto.
“Well that got kinda sexy.” Willow said as she slumped into the front seat.
“Sorry about that luv, never meant to take it that far.” Spike sat back in his seat for a moment before shaking off his demon. “You ok?”
“I don’t know. I’m tired, I feel like I just ran ten miles.”
“It was the mojo luv. Let’s get you to bed.”
Spike drove around the motel until he got to where the room was. The sky was kissed by the reds and oranges of the sunrise. Spike reached into the backseat and grabbed both bags. He hopped out of the car and walked over to Willow’s side to open the door.
She was staring out the front window not moving. “Luv?”
“Huh? Oh sorry.” She gave a tired smile and pulled herself from the car. Spike closed the door, placed his hand on the small of her back, and lead her to their room.