Getting Over It

Pairing: W/S
Spoilers: Season four
Warnings: BDSM
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Willow stumbled into Giles’ apartment two hours late, gave the bemused watcher a little wave, and flopped down on his couch.

“Willow, you’re late,” he admonished.

“Yeah, oops. I lost track of time,” she responded nonchalantly.

“This isn’t like you. Are you feeling ok?”

“I’m ‘fine’. Sheesh, just because I stop moping around, suddenly you’re all suspicious of me,” she accused.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything, I was just concerned.”

“Well there’s nothing to worry about. So, go on and have a good time.”

“Alright, if you’re sure everything is ok?” Giles asked again, unsure, but Willow flashed him a brilliant smile and gave an affirmative nod. “Well, Buffy and I will only be gone a couple of days, and Xander will be by tonight to watch Spike while you’re at your study session.”

“Okey dokey doggy daddy! Have fun, and you crazy kids don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she said, jumping up and practically shoving him out the door. He paused to give her one last quizzical look before turning to go.

“Damn, I thought he’d never leave,” Willow muttered to herself, as she grabbed his bottle of brandy from the shelf and took a large swig, gasping somewhat as it burned its way down her throat..

“That you, red? Hey! I’m starving in here!”

Willow strolled to the bathroom, peeking around the corner, to see Spike securely chained in the tub.

“There you are. You got my blood or what?” Spike asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

“Sure I’ve got plenty of blood,” she sighed, running her wrist just in front of his face, teasingly.

“Oh you’re bloody hilarious,” he retorted bitterly.

“Yes I am, aren’t I?” She gave a little giggle and took another swig of brandy.

“Are you drunk?”

“No, but with any luck I will be.” She took an even larger swig and passed the bottle to Spike, who grabbed it and took a long pull himself, spilling a great deal on his shirt as well, hindered by his chains.

“Alright, if you’re not drunk, then what’s the deal?”

“What do you care Spike?”

“I don’t, I’m just curious.”

“Let’s just say that I’m tired of being poor little Willow,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub, “the quiet, geeky, doormat, not woman enough to hold on to her man.” As she said this, she ran her fingers along Spike’s chest, causing a jolt of electricity to run through his body. “Actually I’m tired of men too. All they ever do is lie. They lie so they can get what they want, and then they leave you.”

“So what, you gonna join the pink team now, are you?”

“The what? Oh, you mean girls. Maybe, I hadn’t thought that much about it really. I just want something different.” She was eyeing him like a wolf does before it tears into its prey. Her fingers began to stroke him harder, running down his stomach to brush across the growing bulge in his pants.

“Hey! Watch it! What are you doing?!” Spike yelled out in shock, trying to jump back, but unable to go anywhere. This was a set-up, it had to be! The slayer was probably just around the corner, waiting to stake his ass for making an unwelcome advance on her little mate.

“Well, I was just thinking,” she purred, stroking his jean clad cock harder, “You’re something different.”

“Bloody hell, Red, you gotta stop. The slayer’s gonna kill me!”

“Not that I care, but I have no intention of Buffy, or anyone else, finding out.”

With that she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing pert breasts covered in dark green lace. She ran her fingers across her nipples, giving each oneirm irm pinch, making them pucker as she let out a low moan. Spike watched the display before him, still completely in shock, but thoroughly aroused as well. He’d be lying if he said he had never thought of shagging the little redhead before, but she had always been far too tame for his tastes, or so he thought. Willow let her left hand trail back to Spike’s aching cock, stroking it again, before unfastening his pants and setting it free. It sprang from its confinement, ready for action, and Willow gasped at the sight of him. She had always assumed Oz was a little small, but Spike was simply enormous! The bleached blonde caught the look of surprise on Willow’s face and gave her a smug grin. She began to tug his pants down somewhat, so they wouldn’t be in the way, and he lifted his hips to help the process along.

“You know, this would probably be easier if you unchained me.”

“Shut up, Spike, and put on your game face,” she said as she slipped off her panties, not bothering to remove her skirt.

“What?”

“You know your ‘Grrr’ face. I told you, I’m done with men, I want to fuck your demon.”

Again he was surprised, but he complied with her request, letting his demon visage come forward. Willow nodded her approval and climbed into the tub, as Spike leaned forward to place his bound wrists over her head, and finally around her waist. The arrangements were a bit awkward, and Willow momentarily wondered if maybe she shouldn’t unchain him, but that would take time, and she wanted him now.

She leaned forward on his chest, pulling her skirt up so she could reach one hand back to position him at her opening. The feel of her hot little hand on his cold shaft, made him hiss, and he leaned his head forward to claim her mouth, but she pulled away, she didn’t want to be kissed. Straightening somewhat, she looked into his amber eyes, and gave him a mischievous smile, before impaling herself on his throbbing cock.

Willow cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, his overly large member tearing her slightly with its sudden intrusion. Spike jerked forward, unprepared for the sensation that was now overwhelming him. She felt like a fire, burning right through him and was so tight, that if he hadn’t known better, he would have guessed she was a virgin.

After taking a moment to adjust to his girth, Willow began a steady pace, rising up until he was almost out of her and then slamming back down again. Spike clawed at the air, unable to grasp anything tangible with his hands bound. Small grunting and growling sounds escaped from his lips as he leaned forward to suckle Willow’s breast through the lace of her bra.

She continued to ride him hard, her knees banging against the edges of the tub with every down stroke, leaving red marks on her pale skin, which would soon become nasty bruises. She was close, and she hiked her skirt up again, so she could rub her swollen clit. She let out a gasp and a shudder at the sensation, feeling her orgasm start to take hold. She continued to finger her sensitive nub with wild fervor as she snaked her other hand into Spike’s hair, pulling him closer.

“You wanted blood, then take it,” she ordered him.

Spike whimpered, afraid of being zapped by the chip, but overwhelmed by the need to taste her. She tightened her grip on his hair, pulling his head with more force against her chest. Finally he gave in, sinking his fangs into her breast as gently as possible, but again she pulled his head closer, forcing his bite to go much deeper. He had only a second to register his surprise at the chip not working, before her blood filled his mouth. Like sweet nectar it coated his tongue, sliding down his throat. The hot liquid was made richer by their coupling, flavored with her passion and powerful magic. The feeling of her heat filling him and surrounding him was too much. He felt his balls start to tighten and coming hard, he shot his release into her, continuing to gulp down her blood greedily. Willow was also consumed by the sensations he was giving her; the feeling of him filling her, drinking from her, driving her toward oblivion. She felt the tightness in her belly begin to spread as her orgasm hit her and she cried out, body rocking from the much needed release, her muscles clenching him like a fist and milking the last of his essence from him.

When it was over, she slumped forward onto his chest for a moment, clutching the wound on her breast, trying to slow the bleeding. She felt slightly weak from the blood loss, but otherwise she felt great. For the first time in weeks, Oz was completely gone from her mind. Spike kissed the top of her head gently, and wished again his restraints were gone so he could hold this fiery beauty who had unexpectedly claimed him. Willow heaved a great sigh then, knowing Xander would soon be arriving to take over for awhile, and she pulled herself back up, disentangling herself from his limbs as she climbed out of the tub.

Turning away from him, Willow went to assess how serious the wound on her breast was, noticing the blood that had run all the way down her stomach, staining her bra and skirt. She gently cleansed the area before applying a bandage and pulled her sweater back on. Turning back, she saw that Spike had done his pants back up, and was watching her with a curious expression, his human face back in place.

“Thanks,” she said, giving him a slight smile before leaving the room.

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“Hey Wills!” Xander exclaimed as he let himself in the door, “How’s it going? You look a little down. Dead Boy Jr. hasn’t been giving you a hard time has he?”

“What? Oh no, I was just thinking about Oz,” she replied, having been pulled from her thoughts.

“No offence Will, I know you loved him and all, but don’t you think it’s time you try to get over it?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve already begun to,” and with that she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

To be continued…