Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch

Title: Revenge is Best Served with a Side of Witch
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike, and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. claudia6913@yahoo.com

A/N: Previous chapters can be found on my site: http://magical-worlds.us/claudia6913/index.html

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Chapter 8

Willow got out of the shower and walked to her room. ‘Embarrass self today, check,’ she thought, giving a mental groan. It seemed that at every turn she was saying something or doing something that embarrassed her. It wasn’t like her, or at least, not to that extent. What was wrong with her today? ‘Could be the two hot vampires that were extremely grateful for the shopping you did,’ she thought.

Sitting at her desk, she looked in the mirror. Willow couldn’t see why it was that they had hugged her, kissed her, found ways to touch her throughout the day. She was just Willow, plain, nothing special Willow. She sighed, took the towel off her head, and began brushing her hair. Her eyes closed as the sensation of it relaxed her. It was much better when someone else brushed it, but even with herself doing her hair, it was still nice. It made her scalp tingle pleasantly.

She didn’t see as her door opened and closed quietly, but yelped when she felt cool fingers on hers, lifting the brush out of her hands. In the mirror, all she saw was herself and her brush floating along her hair.

“Shh, Pet. Just me,” Spike said, smoothing out with his hand the hair he’d just brushed. He had peeked in to see if Willow needed anything and had spotted her brushing her hair. Spike remembered Drusilla used to love when he would brush hers, said something about how it made her feel like a Princess. Therefore, he thought Willow would like it, too.

“Sorry, you startled me,” Willow said, relaxing into the soothing feeling of Spike brushing her hair. She stiffened slightly when his hand brushed along her shoulder where the skin lay bare. He was cool, but not cold. However, she had known that from when he’d kissed her. Did he want to kiss her again? Was that why he was there? Somewhere inside of her, she wished that was so, yet another part of her was scared to death at the thought.

“Can braid it for you, nice little twist. It’ll keep it out of your face when you sleep,” Spike said, watching her in the mirror. Her face was flushed red and the soft scent of arousal tinged the air along with the fruity smell of her shampoo. He smiled, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see it, and licked his lips.

“Oh, um, sure,” Willow said, unsure of what to do. Spike, close quarters, door shut, in her room…it was just a little too much. Like, Spike overload, or something. What was a girl to do but let him do whatever he wanted to do? And oh, wouldn’t she wish that he would want her.

Spike’s fingers moved nimbly through her hair, braiding what there was of it. He left a little around her face, outlining the soft pale skin with the red of her hair. She was a gorgeous creature; that he was sure of. He could almost taste the sweetness of her skin under his lips. Her neck was bare to him, the long expanse of it practically calling his name, and he couldn’t resist. He bent down, letting his lips trail from her earlobe down to where her neck met her shoulder. The shudder that went through her made him smile against her flesh.

“Liked that, did you?” Spike asked, his voice low and husky. Her arousal now permeated the room, filling his dead lungs with a sweet succulent scent that went straight to his groin.

Willow could do nothing more than nod. His lips were still on her skin, blunt teeth coming out to play every so often. Her body felt like putty and Spike was the sculptor. He could mold her into whatever shape he wanted and she would be perfectly happy with it. She had a feeling Spike knew that too, knew just what kind of effect he had on her.

Hands wound their way around her torso, glancing across her breasts and Willow’s breath hitched. Her nipples came to life, straining against the material, wanting to be touched. Spike could see them protruding slightly and he slowly unbuttoned the shirt of her flannel pajamas. He held an unneeded breath as button by button the soft swell of her breasts were exposed to him.

“Willow,” Spike said softly, as if speaking her name out loud would break whatever trance they seemed to be in. One of his hands held her around the waist, close to him while the other reached inside her pajama top, massaging the pert, small breast within. A gasp escaped her lips as Willow arched up into his touch.

“Spike, please,” Willow begged, not knowing what it was she wanted, but knowing Spike could give it to her. He said so in the way his lips found hers, gently teasing her lips open with his tongue. He said it in the way he explored gently all the hidden recesses of her mouth, tangling with her tongue in a long deep kiss that left her breathless.

A loud knocking broke them apart.

“Willow? Are you ok in there?” Angel asked from the door. He’d heard noises, and had come to check.

Willow squeaked out, “Fine, I’m – I’m fine.”

Silently, Spike cursed. Angel always had to break the mood somehow.

“Don’t let him in,” Spike said, barely making a sound, whispering into Willow’s ear. He wanted to continue this, Angel be damned.

Willow didn’t know what to do. Angel was at the door, the devil, or Spike…same thing no matter how you looked at it, was whispering wicked things in her ear. But then, Angel, at the door.

“Seriously, I’m fine Angel, just, uh, settling down,” Willow said, her voice cracking from nerves. Spike smiled at her and she smiled back, a flush stealing across her face. She was so going to hell, or something, for lying.

“Ok, I’m going to be just across the hall if you need anything,” Angel said through the door. Willow cringed and Spike cursed again. They both listened quietly as they heard the door to the guest bedroom close.

“Now, where were we?” Spike asked, nibbling on Willow’s ear.

“But, Angel…across the hall. He’ll hear,” Willow whispered frantically.

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet, yeah?” Spike said, a devious grin on his face. She could see all of the wicked thoughts written clearly on his face. It said he promised he was up to no good and was enjoying every minute of it.

“I – I don’t know, I mean…,” Willow said, her voice trailing off. She wanted too, gods knew she wanted Spike, wanted to know what he wanted to do to her, wanted to know what it was he was thinking, but on the other hand, there was a vampire not 10 feet away with good hearing. Angel was bound to show back up at her door and he probably wouldn’t knock next time. She could just imagine how embarrassing that would be, for Angel to find her and Spike in some sort of compromising position. Just the thought of it made her face burn. However, on the other hand, it was a thrill of sorts, to have Spike in her room with her, with Angel just across the hall. ‘Too bad I can’t have them both in here,’ Willow thought. ‘Wait! Bad, bad Willow. But it is a thought. No! Oh man, I’m in way over my head.’

Any other thoughts were cut off when she looked to see Spike in front of her, sans shirt. His pale skin was there for her viewing pleasure and man…she’d never thought Spike would look this…good. She knew Spike was good looking. Any hot blooded, or even cold-blooded ,female could see that, but this was the first chance she’d had to see him up close and personal, as it were. She watched as if she were a third person as her hand reached out to touch that expanse of soft, yet hard, flesh. She could feel the muscle and strength beneath that cool exterior could almost imagine tasting it. She didn’t realize she had licked her lips until she heard Spike’s soft chuckle.

“Like what you see then?” Spike asked. Willow could only nod. Words seemed to have escaped her at the moment. She looked up at him, silently asking for permission to lick and taste that flesh. Spike nodded.

Moving slowly, Willow’s lips touched lightly against Spike’s hip. It had drawn her, that sharp, jutting bone. It was as if it had called to her, begged that she pay it attention. Slowly, Willow worked her way across Spike’s lower abdomen, looking up to see him watching her, his lips slightly parted and his eyes clouded over with what Willow could only assume was lust, because that was what she felt. Lust. She lusted after Spike, after those sharp, crystal blue eyes that saw everything about her. She lusted after the sharp angles of his body, lusted after the hard expanse of flesh before her. Willow even lusted after the soft hair that grew around his belly button, leading in a small trail meant to be followed into his pants.

She was a treat, Spike knew. It was the way those green eyes looked up at him, told him what she wanted from him, what she wanted from herself, without her needing to say a word. His eyes drifted closed as her hands came up along his ribcage, stopping to flick gently at his nipples. Spike suppressed a moan. He couldn’t take much more without needing to ravish her.

Taking her hands in his, Spike broke Willow away from him and pulled her up to stand in front of him. He held her just within arms reach and looked her over. The flannel pajamas were open in the front, exposing the tops of her breasts and the smooth expanse of her stomach. Somehow, the outfit looked down right provocative on her. Spike could feel his erection strain against his pants. Had he been chip free, he would have tossed her to the bed and ravished her good. He could just see how she would look naked, spread beneath him, her mouth open in a long moan, her body flushed with heat, but he couldn’t do that to Willow. No, she deserved more.

“I want you, Red,” Spike said, looking down at her. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as if to say something, but Spike stopped her by placing a finger on her lips. “Shh, let me finish, yeah?”

Willow nodded. What else could she do? Didn’t he know that she wanted him too? What was wrong then? She didn’t know what was going on, but she hoped and prayed he wasn’t leaving.

“Just want you to know, Luv. I want you. Soft and lovely you are, like a paintin’. I want to ravish you good and proper like, let you cry out my name in the night, have you squeeze tight ‘round me. But is it what you want? Let me know now, ‘fore I go too far. Can’t promise I’ll stop then.”

He couldn’t believe he’d given her an out. Mentally, Spike kicked himself for it, but he could see in Willow’s eyes, smell it on the air, that she wanted him too. Now it was just up for her to decide when, because he would have her. Eventually.

“I – gods, Spike. I want you too,” Willow said. She was almost panting, her breathing hard and heavy. That hadn’t been quite what she had expected him to say, but she was glad he did. “But, what about…what about Angel?”

‘Always the soddin’ Pouf!’ Spike mentally raged.

“What ‘bout ‘im?” Spike asked.

“Well, he’s like, right across the hall!” Willow whispered. “What if he…what if he hears us?”

“So?”

Willow sighed. He didn’t get it. Spike didn’t understand why that was such a big deal. But it was. Willow would have to face him in the morning. See him knowing that he had overheard her and Spike... ‘You can’t even say it in your thoughts, what makes you think you can do it?’ Willow asked herself.

“He’ll know.”

“Damn right he’ll know,” Spike said, smiling. The look on Willow’s face, however, told him that wasn’t the right answer, so he tried again. “Look. We’ll, be quiet then. Sure there’ll be other times when I can make you scream.”

Willow nibbled on her bottom lip. Could she do this? She already knew she wanted to, but the only catch was Angel. Moreover, she rather liked Angel. She was in such a mess. But, there was Spike, right infront of her. She looked him up and down from his bleached hair that was starting to show roots to his…bare feet. She hadn’t noticed he was barefoot. Somehow, that was slightly erotic to see him standing there in just the worn pair of black pants. Idly, she wondered what was under the pants. Then, she saw it. The erection he was sporting as it pulsed and twitched under the pressure of being held inside. Tentatively, all other thoughts gone, she reached out and ran her hand along it. Spike’s head fell back and a groan vibrated through his body. She could feel it through his erection, through his pants.

Taking her touch as permission, Spike leaned in and kissed her, pulling her flush to him. He kissed her deep and hard, his arms encircling her body. Willow responded in kind, practically melting into him as her arms went around him, more for support than anything else.

Slowly, Spike walked them backwards until Willow’s knees hit the bed and she fell backwards, a shocked sound escaping her lips. Spike followed her, catching himself on his arms before he crushed her. Before Willow could recover, Spike’s lips were back on hers and all thoughts of anything were lost. His lips were soft, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. She felt like she was drowning and loved every minute of it. It seemed Spike knew right when she was running out of air because he released her lips to move to her jaw. Blunt teeth scraped along her neck.

Perfect. Alluring. Exquisite. All those words had no meaning when it came to Willow. She was beyond description in Spike’s mind, beyond all of those eloquent words he would have once used to describe her. Moreover, she was responsive, gasping, and sighing, arching off the bed, pulling him with greedy hands at every turn.

Spike explored every piece of flesh available to him. He paid special attention to her breasts, switching between laving them with his tongue and sucking them into his mouth, rolling the nipples around between blunt teeth. He could hear his demon crying out for blood, to just pierce her once, that it would be worth it. However, Spike knew better. He knew the pain that would come from doing something like that. He knew it wouldn’t be worth it, and the worst was it might possibly frighten Willow, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Willow’s senses were on fire, every nerve ending standing up and letting her feel it all. Her entire body vibrated with sensations. There was a tightening low in her belly, a soft pleasurable ache that just begged for attention.

“Please, Spike,” Willow begged, not knowing what she was asking for. All she knew was that Spike could fix it, could give attention where she needed it most.

“What is it, Luv?” Spike asked. “What do you need?”

“You, need…I just need…,” Willow said, sighing with frustration. She heard Spike chuckle and opened her eyes to glare at him. It really wasn’t funny.

“You’ve got me, Luv,” Spike said. “Now lift up, yeah?”

Willow did as she was told and lifted her hips. Slowly Spike slid her pajama bottoms down and off her legs. She lay there, almost completely nude, and blushed.

“Cor, but you’re a sight,” Spike said reverently. He could worship at the altar of Willow for the rest of his unlife and never be thirsty or need for anything again. Spike moved his hands along her thighs until his thumbs encountered her core. Heat seeped from there, burning his hands exquisitely. It was pleasurably painful.

Spike watched as Willow’s eyes fluttered shut and her hips moved slightly, begging without saying a word. He capitulated easily, knowing what she wanted, what he wanted to give her. He slid her panties off and saw her in her full glory, the soft curls of her nether regions gleaming with the wetness there. He salivated, wanting so badly to taste her, to drink her up in the most sensual way possible.

Kneeling in front of her, Spike spread her legs, closing his eyes to inhale the heady scent of her arousal as it overpowered everything else. His thumb worked between her folds and caressed the nub hidden beneath. He heard Willow’s heartbeat speed up and her breath hitch and he smiled to himself.

Slowly, Spike licked along her opening, eliciting a long, low moan from Willow. He gave her a few more soft licks before he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it quickly with his tongue. Willow arched up sharply from the onslaught and gasped for air. Spike inserted a finger into her and moaned, causing Willow to moan in kind.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so much pleasure. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. She wanted more and he wanted him to stop all at the same time. She didn’t know how much more she could handle. He worked her, first one finger then another, and she was close, oh so close. A tight knot formed low in her belly, and she knew if he would just go a little longer, it would be a release like no other.

“Please,” Willow gasped between moans and pants.

Hearing her plea, Spike worked his tongue and fingers faster. He could feel her start to clench around his fingers. She was close. One last flick of his tongue and she was arched high up off the bed, moaning loudly.

Spike stood up, licking the juices off his fingers and from around his mouth, savoring ever last drop. She was sweet and tasty, something he could drink for years to come.

Willow panted heavily, coming down from what had to have been the hardest orgasm she had ever had. She couldn’t remember anything feeling quite that good before. When she finally opening her eyes, she saw Spike…nude. He’d taken off his pants and stood before her, fully erect, a grin on his face.

“I haven’t,” Willow said, her eyes never leaving his erection, “not since Oz.”

“’S alright, Luv,” Spike said. He’d known she wasn’t a virgin, and that stung just a bit, but it didn’t matter, she acted like a virgin, complete with fierce blushes that made her entire body redden with them.

Willow nodded. She trusted Spike, trusted that he knew what he was doing. Hell, he’d proven that much just moments ago. However, he was larger than Oz, not in length, but in girth.

Spike could sense that Willow was nervous with the way she looked between his bobbing erection and his face.

“I’ll be gentle,” Spike said, lying down next to her. He pulled her to him, kissing, and caressing her, trying to assuage any fears she might have. Slowly, Willow melted into him, relaxed, and kissed him back, her hands traveling all over his body.

In her curiosity, Willow’s hand found Spike’s erection and pulled on it softly. He moaned, his head going back. She did it again and it twitched in her hand, an odd sensation.

“Please, Luv,” Spike begged. It was his turn to ask her for what he wanted to let her know that he couldn’t take the teasing much longer. He wanted to be buried deep inside of her, feeling her heat from the inside out.

Rolling them over, Spike lay atop her, his cock positioned at her entrance. He looked into her emerald eyes and waited for her. Slowly, Willow nodded and he pushed inside of her, careful not to hurt her. Willow’s eyes went wide with the sensation, but it didn’t hurt. It made her feel full, but it didn’t hurt.

Once fully inside of her, Spike stilled his movements. Willow’s breathing was hard and fast, but she didn’t want him to stop. Opening her eyes, Willow pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, silently letting him know that it was alright, she was fine.

With that affirmation, Spike moved inside of her. The tightness and heat of her would be the death of him, he was sure, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He was on the cusp of an orgasm each time he moved. He could feel his face shift as the demon came forth. He stopped, closing his eyes, willing it away. A soft hand caressing his ridges caused him to open yellow eyes to meet Willow’s.

“It’s ok,” Willow said softly, moving against him.

“But-“

“Shh, it’s ok, Spike,” Willow said, cutting him off. She leaned up, kissing him carefully between razor sharp fangs. Spike couldn’t stay still any longer and he moved at a faster pace now.

Willow moaned, breaking the kiss. He was filling her up to bursting and she loved every moment of it. She couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t done this sooner, but she was sure she would think of a reason…later. Right now, she just wanted to feel Spike inside of her.

He was close to release, that oblivion that would suck him under quicker than anything else. He leaned on his arm, biting into it, his own blood filling his mouth and growled out his release just as he felt Willow clamp down around him.

“What the hell?” a voice said from the doorway. Spike and Willow both looked up, shocked to see Angel standing, mouth agape, at the door.