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Willow was dreaming. It was a very nice dream, her and Tara sitting by a river with a picnic. Only, Tara kept fading away. She couldn't clearly see the girl, the sun making her appear transparent until she finally disappeared all together. Willow frowned, a feeling of fear rushing over her as she found herself sitting all alone by the rushing water. She started to get to her feet but found that she couldn't move. It was as if something was keeping her in place. The nice dream was starting to turn into a nightmare. She closed her eyes, panic making her breathing ragged. Her eyes flew open when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Slowly, a smile spread across her face as the cool touch sent a comforting reassurance through her.

She closed her eyes again, moving her head to the side as fingers brushed along the contours of her face. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue wetting her lips as she heard movement behind her. The blanket pulled as the hand moved down her jaw to rest on her throat. She felt lips touch the flesh behind her ear, the only sound her rapid heartbeat and the sound of the water. She knew who it was behind her, whose touch was calming her all the while it was exciting her. She kept her eyes closed, knowing that if she opened them it would all fade away and she would be left alone again. She allowed herself to be pushed back against the blanket, the warmth of the sun making the coolness of his touch more noticeable. She felt her shirt opening, his finger nails brushing against her skin as he unfastened the buttons easily, his mouth following the path. She made no protest when she felt his hands on her stomach. In fact, she lifted her hips to help him get her clothes off easier. She was turning into such a tramp. Even in her dreams, his touch could make her forget everything but needing it more.

She almost groaned in frustration when she felt his finger drawing teasing circles along her upper thigh. She felt a soft breeze caressing her breasts, her nipples aching for touch. His fingers brushed along her clit before moving lower. She heard herself whimper as his long finger slid into her wet cunt. His mouth moved along her stomach, his tongue doing wicked things to her belly button before moving lower. She arched up as his mouth latched onto her clit, a second finger joining the first. She could hear his fingers moving in and out of her juicy cunt, the sound making her nipples tighten even more. Without thinking, her hand moved up to cup her breast, her fingers twisting her nipple as she moved against his face and hands. She heard the moans and soft pleading that she was making, begging him to fuck her, to let her cum. Only in her dreams would she voice such demands. She began to curse him finally, trying to get him to give her what she so desperately needed.

She heard him growl and then chuckle, the husky sound sending a fresh wave of juice towards his fingers. How could someone so bad be so damned good? She groaned when his fingers moved from between her thighs, brushing through her reddish brown curls before his mouth found hers. His tongue claimed her as she moved against him, the feel of his naked flesh not enough. She arched her body towards him, rubbing herself against him, trying to get his cock into her. She felt his fingers grip her waist as he held her down, his cock teasing her as he continued to make love to her mouth. Finally, she had had enough. Her hands moved to his ass, cupping the firm globes as she held him in place and thrust herself up, ignoring the pain his fingers caused as they dug into her flesh. She felt him enter her, her eyes flying open suddenly as it all became too real.

She looked into laughing blue eyes that were clouded with lust and desire. She was suddenly fully awake, confusion and shock quickly pushed aside by the feeling of the pleasure of his cock buried deep inside her. She opened her mouth to tell him to get off of her, knowing that her words would be a weak protest at best, but knowing she should protest. She had been woken from a dream to find him there, touching her in her sleep. She should be outraged. Instead, she just wanted to cum. Her eyes suddenly flew to the door as she remembered that Buffy and Dawn were just down the hall. They had gotten back that evening, forcing Willow from her recollections of her and Spike's wild mating on Friday night. And here she'd been making so much noise. She was surprised that Buffy hadn't come in to see what was happening to her. Maybe she hadn't actually be loud in reality. After all, she had thought she was dreaming. She knew that they had to stop, no matter how good he felt inside her. She started to tell him to leave but he put two fingers across her lips.

"Don't speak," he whispered, seeing her disapproval hidden behind the desire in her beautiful green eyes. Green eyes that had been haunting him since Friday. He'd meant to stay away. He knew this was worse than that silly crush on the slayer. He'd known it all along. He'd denied the feelings he'd felt her last year, knowing that she deserved better. Then, she'd been with that God-awful witch. Then, he'd just ignored it, slowly forgetting just what he had felt for the redhead. Hell, he'd started shagging Harmony and then there was that mind fuck of actually wanting Buffy of all people. When he had realized how idiotic that entire fiasco was, he'd been forced into remembering the intoxicating redhead. After that one taste of her, there was no way he could not come back for more. He was addicted after that one taste.

Willow shook her head, whispering the word no against his fingers. Deciding that was enough protesting for the moment, she tightened her cunt, listening in satisfaction as he groaned, his mouth claiming hers as he began to slowly move inside her. This was so different from their other time together. This was softer, more gentle in a way but there was still that sense of urgency, the need that seemed to overwhelm them both. She held onto his ass as she moved up to meet his thrusts, her finger brushing against the rosebud between his clenched ass cheeks. She heard him groan into her mouth at the fleeting contact, storing that information for later. Later? What was she thinking? This was a mistake. A mistake that could not, would not be repeated. She didn't need to remember what turned him on or what made him move faster and deeper. She tore her mouth from his, her lips brushing kisses along his fantastic cheekbones and down his neck. She sucked his flesh into her mouth, wanting to leave him with a mark like he had left her with last time. She knew that he was a vampire and that any mark would soon fade, but the idea filled her with pleasure that she so did not want to try to understand. She felt his mouth on her breast, his tongue playing with her nipple before he sucked it between his teeth, the blunt edges biting just enough to cause her to arch for more.

She felt him begin to change his rhythm, his pace becoming more rapid, his thrusts deeper. She felt the tension spread over her, the muscles in her cunt tightening as she pulled back from his neck, her mouth opening to scream. He caught her scream as she came, his tongue sweeping possessively into her mouth as he kept her silent to keep nosy slayers from barging in with stakes destined for his heart or other bare places. He began to ground himself against her, riding out her orgasm as his fingers moved to dance along her clit. He wanted to keep her close so that she would cum with him. He began to thrust more wildly, not caring if she was human and not used to his speed. He felt himself getting closer, pulling back from her mouth as he felt his demon coming forward. He looked at the mark on her neck, seeing with satisfaction that it was still evident. It hadn't faded much. He ran his tongue over his fangs, the taste of his own blood mixing with his saliva. He felt it getting closer, her tight warmth sending him over the edge. He latched onto her neck, biting her again in the same place as before. He covered her mouth with his free hand, knowing from their other encounter just how loud and passionate she could get. He felt her bite into his palm as his seed entered her, her own orgasm rocking through her again.

Exhausted, Willow collapsed back against her pillow, her breathing ragged. She could taste the bitter coppery taste of his blood in her mouth from her bite, her body still reeling from the two orgasms he had given her. She raised a shaky hand to her face, pushing her hair from her sweaty face as she looked at him with curious but cautious eyes. She had so many questions. Why was he there? How did he get in? Why had he come to her again? What was it about him that made her forget her intentions and become this hormone driven harlot? She knew, though, that she would not get answers. His eyes told her that much.

He saw her looking at him and knew she must be wondering why he was there. Hell, he was wondering that himself. He knew that the slayer was back, knew this was taking a big chance. He had had to have her again though. He hadn't been able to control it any longer. He licked his lips, trying to think of what he could tell her without actually telling her anything. He wasn't good at this sort of thing. Emotions were for humans. He didn't even understand what he was feeling, how could he explain it to her? It was all too damn confusing. He felt fingers against his lips, his blue eyes moving to look into resolved green ones. He almost smiled when she whispered, "Don't speak," echoing his earlier words to her. Instead, he nodded, opening his mouth and taking her fingers inside. He would accept this reprieve, thankful that he wouldn't have to confess anything to her.

Willow pulled her fingers from his mouth, wondering if she was crazy. She knew that it was easy to say no. She said it all the time during the regular course of her day. Why, then, was she unable to say that simple little word to Spike? She smiled softly, her face glowing from the satisfaction of their coupling. She turned her head slightly, covering a yawn as she settled down to sleep. She wasn't sure if she would again wake up to find a crude note or simply nothing to remind her of this night. Not that she was likely to forget it anytime soon. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her face as Spike moved against her back, his body spooning hers as his lips brushed against her neck. She'd worry about the practicalities of becoming involved with Spike some other time. Was she involved with him? Did two nights of passionate sex make them involved? No questions. Not now. Time enough for questions later. Until next time, she'd be content to sleep in his comforting embrace.