Getting Over It

It had been a couple weeks since Giles had performed the counter spell on Willow, and she hadn’t been back to his place since. She couldn’t face those people yet or possibly ever. She had decided it would be best to stay at her parents’ house for awhile, so she wouldn’t have to see Buffy’s look of pity anymore. The redhead chose to focus on her classes instead. School had always been an escape for her, and now more than ever, she needed to get away from her thoughts for awhile.

As she wandered through her empty house toward the kitchen, she had never felt so alone. She knew her friends had already forgiven her, but she was still too ashamo foo forgive herself. Plus, if she went back, she would have to see Spike, and she was quite sure he hadn’t forgiven her, would never forgive her, and it made her sick to think about it.

Xander had called her everyday, Buffy too, trying to convince her that everything was ok, and that they needed their ‘research girl’ back, but she knew they were just trying to make her feel better. Suddenly it seemed like the silence of her surroundings was choking her, she needed some air. Grabbing a stake and squirt gun filled with holy water, she headed out into the night, feeling her head clear a bit as a cool breeze blew across her face.

Spike watched from the bushes as she left her house. Where did the chit think she was going at this time of night? Didn’t she realize how dangerous this town was after dark? He had been watching her for more than a week now. Every night he tried to get up the nerve to knock on her door, and every night he failed to find the courage, sneaking off to watch her from the bushes instead, like some kind of ‘Peeping Tom.’ He hated she she made him feel this way, so insecure, that he didn’t even have the guts to talk to her, but the way she was avoiding the watcher’s place seemed to make her feelings about him pretty clear. And if there was any doubt, Buffy made sure to point out to him, several times a day, that the only reason she wouldn’t come over was because of him.

Spike followed the redhead at a safe distance, easily avoiding detection with his stealth, not to mention the fact that Willow seemed oblivious to just about everything right now. This was proven when she veered off the sidewalk and headed straight for one of Sunnydale’s many cemeteries. Willow, unaware of what she was doing, was simply going on autopilot, having taken this path with Buffy several times in the past while on patrol. Spike nearly swallowed his tongue; either the girl had gone insane or had a serious death wish. He began to run, wanting to catch up with her, his concern outweighing his fear of rejon. on. Unfortunately, before he could reach her, the zoned out girl stumbled upon a gang of at least six vampires.

Willow let out a loud squeal as she instantly recognized the severity of her situation. She clutched the squirt gun in her pocket, knowing full well she could never handle this many alone, when suddenly a hand snaked its way around her waist and a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

“Easy there, pet, just play along, and with any luck, you’ll make it out of this alive,” Spike’s voice was barely audible, but still it went through her like a bolt of lightening, causing her arousal to build unexpectedly despite the dire situation they were in. Her scent was intoxicating, and Spike fought hard to focus on the vamps before him who were eyeing Willow like she was a steak dinner. “Evening chaps. Just out for a stroll with my girl here. Seen any good prospects around? I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

“Looks like you’ve already got a tasty morsel there. How’s about sharing?” a particularly ugly vamp with an eye patch asked.

“Not on your unlife, mate,” Spike responded coldly, “This one’s strictly my pet, she for fucking only, no snacking.” His words stung as if he had hit her, but she did her best to hide her hurt. Spike sensing her tension, ran his thumb across her stomach in small circles, trying to soothe her.

“Ugh, sex with a mortal, disgusting!” patch replied, pulling a face.

“Hey don’t knock it. Well, I guess we’ll be off now, heard the slayer was coming this way, so cheers.”

“Just a sec,” a vamp he recognized from Willy’s bar spoke up, “Aren’t you the one they call Spike?”

“The one and only mate. What’s it to ya?” he responded smugly, loving that his ‘bad’ reputation had preceded him.

“I heard those army guys fixed you up good, made it so you can’t bite no more. I even heard you had to turn to the slayer because you couldn’t take care of yourself,” he answered with a sneer.

“Well, you heard wrong,” Spike replied hotly, tightening his grip around Willow, trying to decide whether they could outrun the bunch.

“Yeah, well the Spike I remember wouldn’t be wasting his time with a human pet; he would’ve just drained her.”

“That’s right,” another one added, all of them getting into debadebate now, “and I seen this one before, she’s one of the slayer’s little groupies.”

Uh oh, this was not good. Willow glanced at Spike, her fear obvious. They needed to do something, now, or she was going to become a communal juice box. She reached up then, and ran her hand down his jaw line, turning toward him, and slipping her other hand around his back, holding the squirt gun firmly between his body and his duster.

“Oh sure, I used to hang with Buffy,” she practically purred as she rubbed her body up and down Spike’s, driving him wild with desire, “but that’s before Spike here showed me the error of my ways.”

“What can I say, the bird’s crazy for me. But if there’s any doubts about whether I still have my fangs, then just take a look at this,” he said, pulling back her hair to reveal the still healing bite on her neck.

The group of vamps leaned in closer for a better look. Now was her chance. Pulling the gun out quickly, she took aim and rapidly fired holy water into their eyes. Then, grabbing Spike by the hand, the pair took off at a dead run for her house. They reached it barely in time, and Willow fumbled with the keys in her panic to get the door open as the group of now thoroughly pissed off vampires closed in on them.

Finally, she managed to shove the key in the lock and force the door open. She ordered Spike inside, and punctuated her command with a hard shove, slamming the door shut behind them. The pair leaned heavily against the door, while Willow gasped for breath, jumping nearly out of her skin when the group of ‘toothy’ thugs began pounding against the heavy oak barrier.

Spike pulled her away and ushered her onto the couch, where the redhead sat shaking violently while he went to the kitchen to make her a cup of strong tea. Unfortunately, after searching the cupboards, he came up empty. ‘Bloody Americans, live like savages they do,’ he thought with distaste. Finally he brought her the only thing he could find.

“Chicken soup?” she asked, looking down at the steaming mug he had placed in her trembling hands.

“, ap, apparently the last time someone around here went shopping they forgot to buy any tea, or anything else really. What’ve you been living on, luv?”

“Umm, peanut butter?”

“I see. Well, I’d offer to make you a fabulous dinner, but I’m not much of a cook, and you’ve got no groceries.”

“That’s okay, Spike. You don’t need to be nice to me. I’m sure those guys are gone by now, so you can get back to whatever you were doing before,” she said with a heavy sigh, setting the mug down on the end table next to her, unable to look at him anymore.

“Fine,” he replied icily, “You want me to go, I’ll go.”

He grabbed his duster off a nearby chair and headed for the door, his face a mask of anger, but as he reached for the knob, he hesitated. Why should he leave? She ‘belonged’ to him; she was wearing his mark after all. So he was supposed to just give up, because she was unsure about what ‘she’ wanted? Boy, this chit had really done a number on him. The old Spike would never hbackbacked down from what he wanted, and it was about time he got a little of his backbone back. He turned on his heal and strode toward the moping redhead, catching her off guard as he swooped her up into his arms, and headed upstairs to her bedroom.

“Spike what are you doing?!” Willow squealed, as he reached their destination and tossed her down on the bed.

“I’m taking what’s mine,” he replied simply, reaching down and ripping her T-shirt from her body.

Willow was en ien in shock, as she saw the lust burning in his eyes. He wanted her? After all the horrible things she had done to him, the humiliation she had put him through? Why would he want anything to do with her? But these thoughts quickly vanished as he began yanking her jeans off her, leaving her breathing heavily on the bed, in only her bra and panties.

He bent over her, and slipped her bra straps down her shoulders, exposing two perfectly pink nipples. He sat on the bed next to her, looking at her flushed skin and heaving bosom. She was gorgeous, and she was his. He licked his thumb and forefinger of his left hand and trailed the moist digits across her right nipple. Willow hissed at the sensation, arching her back to increase contact as she snaked her own hand to the growing bulge in his jeans. Spike simply brushed her hand away, pinching her nipple harshly to draw her attention back to where he wanted it. Willow cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, forgetting momentarily about anything other than her own growing need.

After a few minutes, Spike moved his hand over to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. The small redhead was now writhing in pleasure, only vaguely aware that he was speaking to her. That is, until she received another brutal pinch this time to her left nipple, making her eyes water with pain as she looked up at him in dazed confusion.

“I said; you’ve been a very bad girl. Haven’t you, Red?”

“Umm, yes,” she replied throughazehaze of lust.

“Yes, master,” he corrected, then looking into her eyes again, gave her nipple a sharp twist, making her cry out again with a fresh wave of discomfort.

“Yesss, master,” she hissed back, making his cock surge in his pants.

“And naughty girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral, not wanting to betray his overwhelming desire, and thereby giving up the control in this situation.

“Yes, master, please punish me!” she moaned loudly, making him almost lose it again. Willow knew she should be scared, and she was, but it only fueled the fire within her.

“Get on your knees, with your eyes facing the wall,” he instructed, and she scrambled to comply with his wishes. He wanted her to learn once and for all, that he was the one in control, but at this rate, he doubted he would be able to hold out much longer.

He made her wait like that for a few minutes, while he took his time undressing, his cock jutting out from his naked form proudly. He pulled his belt from his pants, glancing over at her periodically to see her eyes still fixed firmly on the wall in front of her. He ran one hand gently over the curve of her firm ass, and fought back a smile when he looked down at her white cotton panties with little yellow smiley faces on them. He grabbed the waistband, promising himself he would buy her another pair, and ripped them from her body. Willow gasped in surprise, but still did not move from her spot.

He was impressed; the girl actually did know how to follow instructions. Again he ran his hand over her now bare ass, but this time he trailed it down between her legs, and slid his fingers along her slick folds, before thrusting two of them into her hot passage. Willow let a t a low moan, and pushed back with her ass, driving him deeper inside her. Spike pulled his fingers back, placing them in his mouth and grinning at the soft whimper she gave at the loss of contact, as he licked his hand clean of her delicious essence.

Then, without warning, he brought the belt down hard against her buttocks, with a loud CRACK! Willow let out a yelp of startled pain, but still she didn’t move. At first, his intention had been to go easy on her, she was a mortal after all, and he just wanted to break her a little bit. He wanted her to beg for him to stop, to beg for a little mercy. But with every blow, she continued to stare straight ahead, never wavering, as her moans became louder, and her arousal began to drip down her thighs. She was in ecstasy, and with each strike of the belt, he drove her a little closer. He gave her ass one final lash, knowing she was ready to go over the edge, and then dropped the belt to the floor. He ran his cool hand over her hot cheeks again, marveling at how red he had made them.

“Willow, Red, what do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I want you to fuck me, master, please!” she pleaded.

“Alright, baby, but if you’re a good girl, you won’t cum before me. Understand?”

“Yesss, master, please…” she replied, her voice becoming a loud moan as he positioned his head at her entrance and slammed into her.

They both cried out from the much needed contact as he thrust into her, repeatedly, with brutal force, his balls slapping against her ass and clit, adding to the sensation. Willow clawed at the sheets below her fingers, trying hard to concentrate on the little patch of wall she was now so familiar with. She needed to maintain her focus, or she would never be able to hold out long enough. Lucky for her however, Spike was already worked into a frenzy himself, and could feel the earth start to slip away around him as his balls began to tighten. He snaked one hand into her hair, and roughly yanked her body up till it was flush against his. The bleached demon shifted into his game face, and buried his fangs in her throat, making Willow cry out again, as he gulped down her hot blood greedily, and emptied his cold load inside of her. Willow was overwhelmed by it all, and felt like the walls were crashing down around her as she went over the edge into oblivion, her muscles clamping around his still pulsating cock and milking the last of his seed from him.

Finally the pair collapsed on the bed together, exhausted and weak, but happy. Spike rolled off his redheaded witch, his new mate, and pulled her close to him, licking away the last traces of blood from her wound. He eyed the curtains suspiciously, knowing they would not be able to keep the light out and knowing also that it didn’t matter, because if he didn’t return to the watcher’s soon, they would surely come here looking for him. Willow sighed contentedly, stroking his chest lightly as she turned her lamp like green eyes upon his stormy blue ones.

“You know, people are going to notice if you keep biting me like that,” she said, a smile playing across her lips.

“Maybe I want them to notice. Maybe I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he replied seriously before kissing her lightly on the forehead.

Her heart constricted in her chest at his words, but she knew what he was proposing was not possible, not now anyway, and she told him so. Her words stung him, not because he doubted her feelings for him, but because he could see the truth of what she was saying. There was no way the slayer, or any of them for that matter, would ever let the two of them just be happy together. He sighed heavily with a sense of defeat.

“Hey,” she said, running her fingers lightly down his jaw line, “I didn’t mean that we should stop seeing each other. I just think it would be best if we kept it our little secret until summer break. Then, if you haven’t gotten sick of me by that time, I can transfer to another school. You know I got accepted to Oxford.”

Spike pulled her closer, and kissed her hard. As if he could ever get sick of her! He felt like his dead heart was going to burst from his chest. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve such a beauty, but he thanked the powers that be, all the same.

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“I’m so glad to finally have you back, Willow,” Giles said warmly as he pulled her into a quick hug, not noticing the little growl that was coming from Spike on the other side of the room.

“Well, it’s good to be back,” she smiled, glancing around the room at all her friends, “I missed you guys.” Then, pulling Giles aside, she said more softly, “About what happened before, I’m really sorry.” She glanced down then and shuffled her feet in renewed embarrassment.

“It’s alright, Willow, I’ve already forgotten all about it,” he said, noticing her look of hopeful surprise, and added softly, “Living on the hellmouth, does give one the chance to hone their skills of denial and repression. I find that if I focus only on cleaning my glasses during such moments, it’s easier to block all the rest out.”

Willow couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of all the times she had seen him cleaning his glasses, and threw her arms around him again for another hug. Then, grabbing a book and flopping down on the couch next to Xander, she dove into research mode along with all the rest. Xander leaned up against her in a chummy way, and placed his arm around her shoulders.

“So, Wills, tell me the truth, how are you really doing? I mean the thing with Oz and then the magic going all kablooey on you, are you doing ok?” her oldest friend asked her with concern in his voice. She snuck a quick look over at Spike, who gave her a conspiratorial wink back. Then, turning and flashing Xander a brilliant smile, she replied…

“Yeah, I’m over it!”

End.