Inell's Fanfiction Archive

(There are seventy four books on the bookcase.....Bloody hell, I'm bored)

Spike looked around the room and scowled. He was waiting for the slayer and the others to return. The redhead was sitting at the computer. Her tap-tap on the keys was starting to annoy him. She seemed happy enough to forget he was there. He'd been helping the slayer for a month. It hadn't been too bad until now. She needed his help and had insisted he remain here until he was needed. He hated waiting for people. He had been impatient when he was alive. Now that he was dead, well, it was worse. The damn hacker wouldn't even try to keep him occupied. He picked up a pencil and started hitting it on the table. His foot started to kick at the leg of the chair.

Willow heard the tap when it started. She had been so involved in her search, she'd forgotten the blond vampire. (How could I forget Spike....) Since he had been helping them, she had sort of gotten a crush on him. He was just so funny and cute and he had the best ass. He made her breath catch and butterflies swim through her stomach. He was also starting to annoy her. She looked over at him, and gave him her best glare. He stopped the tapping. (Good...)

Spike smiled as the hacker turned back to her precious computer. Since she and the wolf had decided to just be friends, she rarely left it. He hadn't seen her smile in weeks. He felt that she was very unhappy....lonely. Why did he care? He had heard the slayer and the moron saying that the wolf had wanted to take their relationship to the next step, but the hacker felt that it was too soon. (She knew she was too bloody good for that hairy little boy....she needs a real man...) He started to tap his pencil again. He was curious to see what she would do.

Willow paused and took a deep breath. She glared at him again, but he just smiled. (Oh my....his eyes turn the most sparkling shade of blue when he does that...) She got up and went over to him. She pulled the pencil from his grip, broke it in two, and went back to her computer.

(Blimey....she's a regular spitfire....the anger in her face...she's a damn angel...)

He looked at the pencil, then at her. She was ignoring him again.

(I won't be ignored...)

He got up and moved towards her. He spun her chair around and kissed her. She gasped in surprise. He used that to his advantage as he ravaged her mouth. His hand ran through her hair, over her face, admiring the softness of her skin. He heard a noise outside and pulled back. He was back in his chair before the slayer and her entourage entered.

Willow put her hand on the desk to steady herself. (What just happened....) She sat with a dazed look on her face. She heard Buffy and the others come in. She noticed Spike getting up to join them. (He looks like he's been sitting there patiently and I feel like I've been set on fire. It's not fair...Why'd he kiss me like that? Oh Goddess, why did I respond like that...it was never like that with Oz or even Xander....why Spike?) She saw Buffy looking at her strangely and tried to smile. She saw Spike stand behind her friend. He gave her a lazy smile and a wink. She felt the blush begin. She said bye to them and quickly faced her computer again. She heard Spike's amused laughter as he followed the others to fight the latest demon. (He must think I'm such a child....it was all just a joke to him....) She closed her eyes and tried to forget the feel of his mouth on hers....his cold hands on her flesh....she felt the heat spread through her body...(This can't be happening..... I want Spike....)

Willow looked at the door. Did she dare knock? Buffy had said that Spike had been hurt, but refused to let them help him. It was her duty as a slayerette to make sure he was ok. It had absolutely nothing to do with her new found desire for the blond vampire. (Keep telling yourself that Wills and soon you may even believe it)

Taking a deep breath, she knocked.

Spike opened the door, surprised to see his hacker standing there. (The slayer must have sent her to check up on me)

"Hello pet. Why are you here?"

Willow looked at him and swallowed. He was wearing blue jeans and a button up shirt, unbuttoned. She could see his pale chest. The heat spread through her. He had started this this lust in her....she had never thought about sex that much before...since he had kissed her, she couldn't get images of Spike out of her head...naked Spike.....

"I heard you were hurt."

"Nah...just a scrape. Run along back to your computer now before its too late."

Willow heard him say he was fine, but she saw the look of pain. She pushed past him into the apartment.

"No you are not fine. Quit trying to be manly man vamp. It isn't impressing anyone. You can't help Buffy if you die from your wound...I mean, I know you are all ready dead, but OH you know what I mean. You need tended to. Now, take of your shirt and let me see."

Spike closed the door and smiled. His spitfire was back. He removed his shirt and let her tend to the scratch. If it made her feel helpful, who was he to say no. Besides, it meant he would feel her warm hands on his body.

Willow saw that Spike had been right. It was a deep cut, but with his healing ability, he'd be fine by the morning. She ran her hands across the wound, surprised when she heard him sigh. Her body felt like it were on fire. She was this close to her fantasy. She might never have another chance....She decided to do something completely unWillow like. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his back.

Spike felt himself harden instantly when she kissed his back. He turned quickly, pulling her up and looking into her eyes. He saw desire, lust, curiosity and a trace of fear. (I can't do this....she's an innocent...she's Willow...) He felt her hand on his chest, caressing him.

He let his body do the thinking. He pulled her into his body, she gasped when she felt his erection, and ravaged her mouth. Her hands were everywhere. She needed to feel him, make sure it was real and not another daydream. He tore her shirt open, ripped her bra and claimed her breasts with his mouth. His hands reached underneath her skirt and tore her panties off. He felt her hand on his erection, rubbing him through his jeans.

He freed himself from the jeans. She was so wet....aroused by him. The only thought in her mind was to have him fuck her. She needed him.....only him. She felt him bite into her neck as he thrust forward, tearing through her barrier. She cried his name out....the bite hurting worse than his entry. He paused a moment, letting her adjust to his size. He licked at the blood that was trickling from the wound. When he felt her start to thrust towards him, he knew she was ready. He started to push deeper....faster...her thrusts matched his own. His mouth captured hers once again. Their tongues battling for dominance. She had never felt anything like this before. (Is sex always like this or is it just Spike?) She felt herself start to come. She bit into his shoulder as they found release together.

Spike ran his hand over her flushed face. He couldn't remember when he had ever experienced such a need to mate. He had acted like a bloody schoolboy. Taking her on the couch. He heard her sigh of satisfaction and smiled. He had caused that.

"Luv, anytime you feel I need tended to, be my guest." He said as he claimed her mouth.

THE END