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I've been meaning to do a Rocky Horror based story for a long time, so Donna's challenge gave me the inspiration to write happy W/S smut.
Moving silently along the outer wall of the high school Spike peered into the closest window to get his bearings. (Right, the library is over this way. Let's see what the Slayer and her merry band are up to tonight. Know thy enemy. That's what I always say.)
He snorted slightly at the thought and patted his shirt and coat down for cigarettes, then growled as he remembered leaving them on his nightstand.
Yeah, enemy...sure. If he laid one finger on the Slayer, his lover would have his hide.
As he got closer the sound of singing drifted through the open window and he looked inside.
* I was feeling done in
* Couldn't win
* I'd only ever kissed before
* You mean she
* Uh huh
Spike stood frozen in place unable to do anything but listen as the song continued...
* I thought there's no use getting
* Into heavy petting
* It only leads to trouble
* And seat wetting
* Now all I want to know
* is how to go
* I've tasted blood and I want more
* More, more, more!
Was that his beautiful redhead singing so suggestively? Gaping, he watched as her hands moved from the keyboard and slid up her arms to her shoulders, caressing herself, as she swayed in her chair with the music.
* I'll put up no resistance
* I want to stay the distance
* I've got an itch to scratch
* I need assistance
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, as her hands continued to move, getting closer and closer to her breasts.
* Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me
* I wanna be dirty
* Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
* Creature of the night
Shoving her laptop aside, Willow bounced to her feet and started to dance, her voice growing more and more suggestive as she writhed and jiggled to the music in her head.
* Then if anything grows
* While you pose
* I'll rub you down
* Down, down, down!
Spike watched as she sank to her knees, her hands now on her thighs, sliding under her mini skirt. His cock jerked to life and his mouth fell open in wonder.
* And that's just one fraction
* Of the main attraction
* You need a friendly hand
* And I need action
Her hand was NOT going there. He was imagining things.
* Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me
* I wanna be dirty
* Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
* Creature of the night
On her knees, she spread her legs, giving him a glimpse of pink panties as she gyrated to the music and her fingers danced across the tops of her thighs. Her voice changed, growing nasal as she sang the chorus again, from Columbia and Magenta's point of view.
* Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me
* I wanna be dirty
* Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
* Creature of the night
Flinging her head back, Willow captured one breast with the palm of her hand, massaging the nipple clearly visible through the thin cotton t-shirt. As she began to moan, she continued to sing, her voice growing more erotic.
* OHHHH, Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me
* I wanna be dirty
* Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
* Creature of the night
Switching voices again, she sang the same line over and over, the fingers of her other hand sliding closer and closer to her silk covered mound. The scent of her arousal was driving him insane.
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night
* Creature of the night...
As Willow sang the last line, she moaned and drove her hand down the front of her panties, whimpering and bouncing on her knees, as she caressed herself.
Spike gripped the window sill and swung himself through, lowering himself to the floor. Sod the door. He needed to fuck her NOW.
Stumbling, led by his rampaging hard on, Spike ran down the stairs and over to where Willow was working herself into a frenzy. Her eyes were closed, her mouth panting. He could hear the next song playing on the headphones, so doubted she could hear him.
Dropping to his knees, he jerked off his coat and shirt, tossing them across the room, then bent his head and sucked her free nipple through the t-shirt.
Willow's eyes flew open, she gasped, shoved the headphones off her head, sending the walkman skittering across the floor, and then, recognizing him, sank against him, moaning. His hand joined hers between her legs and he ripped the panties away.
"Luv, you do like to play dangerously..."
"Spike," she moaned. "Touch me."
Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, he tugged it over her head, and wrapped his arms around her, lowering her onto her back, pinning her legs beneath her. "Gladly, luv," he murmured as he pinned her down.
Kissing her deeply, Spike rubbed his denim covered cock against her wet pussy, making her whimper and shudder in pleasure. Her hands slid around his back and her fingernails began an erotic dance along his spine, as their tongues clashed and caressed in her mouth.
One trembling hand moved between them, caressing the throbbing bulge in his jeans, and Spike groaned, retaliating, by lowering his mouth to her erect nipples, sucking and licking at each one and making her cry out in lust.
"Fuck me," Willow pled, wriggling beneath him and driving him insane.
Quickly Spike unfastened his jeans, freeing his aching cock. Rubbing it against her wet cleft, he felt her inner heat beckoning him in. Raising up slightly, he caught her lips in a passionate kiss and thrust his cock into her tight heat.
Moaning beneath his mouth, Willow ran her hands down his back and pushed at his jeans, sending them down his legs so that she could cup his hard ass, her fingernails digging into his skin and making him grunt in pleasure.
Spike thrust faster, grinning as he felt her arching against him, meeting each violent thrust. She liked it hard and fast as much as she liked it slow and gentle.
Suddenly Willow's face scrunched up in pain and she grabbed Spike's arm. "Cramp," she gasped out. "Knees...OW."
Sliding his hands beneath her hips, Spike rolled them, carefully keeping his cock locked inside her tight channel. Raising Willow above him, he watched her stretch her legs out and lower herself until her breasts rubbed against his chest.
Lifting his hips, Spike slammed into her again, making her whimper in pleasure.
"Fuck me, luv," he murmured, groaning as their nipples rubbed together. Willow's hips began to rise and fall, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock on each downstroke. Panting, she buried her face in his neck and clutched his shoulders as her lust continued to build.
Spike wrapped one hand in her hair and tugged her mouth to his, then slid his lips along her face to her ear and down her neck. Tasting her sweat and arousal on her skin, he felt his balls tighten and his face morph.
Willow slammed herself down on his cock, grinding her throbbing clit against his pubic bone, once, twice, three times. White hot pleasure flooded her and she yelled his name, coming in great shudders.
As she came, Spike buried his fangs in her throat, drinking her release as his own overpowered him.
His cock jerked, sending his cold semen into her depths, and he growled as she clamped around him, coming again from the bite.
Panting and mewling in pleasure, Willow collapsed on top of him, smiling broadly as Spike licked gently at the puncture wounds in her throat.
"Ohhhh, luvey."
"See where heavy petting will get you?" she quipped tiredly.
Spike smacked her naked ass, making her yelp, then rolled her off him, sitting up and glancing over to the door. "Enjoy the show, Slayer?"
Willow rolled her head languidly, looking at her friend lounging on a chair, blocking the door. "Hi, Buffy."
"You two are insane."
"Wanna creature of the night to fulfill you?" Spike said, grinning as he pulled his jeans up and fastened them.
"Thanks, got one." Buffy rose to her feet, stumbling slightly. "And I think I'll go hunt him down and fuck the stuffing out of him."
Willow waved as Buffy left, then gave Spike a tired grin as she searched for her scattered clothes. "Think I should sing more often?" she teased.
"I think you need a trip to the woodshed. What if someone else had stumbled across you?" His lust temporarily taken care of, overprotective Spike emerged.
Pulling her shirt over her head, Willow gave him a sexy look. "I knew you were there. I could feel you through the bond."
Shaking his head in amazement, Spike took her hand and tugged her into his embrace. "I...can't feel you."
"Um...well, I kinda did a spell to enhance it, so I could sense your presence. I like knowing when you're around."
"Willow," Spike began, trying to sound stern. "What have I said about messing with magic?"
She gave him a look of utterly false contrition. "That if I do it unsupervised, you'll take a paddle to me."
"And...?"
Her lips twisted and her eyes sparkled. "I was all alone."
"Willow!"
Giggling, she pulled away from him and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"You don't think Giles keeps a paddle in his office, do you?" she threw over her shoulder, as she went through the doors. Shaking his head, Spike scooped up her laptop and walkman and followed her.
From down the hall he could hear her singing...
* Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me
* I wanna be dirty
* Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
* Creature of the night...
End