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For Garren and Liana who wrote such a sweet story about Spike taking care of a sick Willow and asked for a prequel.
Holding hands, Willow and Spike exited the theater after the 9:30 showing of John Carpenter's Vampires.
"I just don't see why everyone portrays vampires as such evil creatures," Spike complained for the third time in as many minutes. "And did you see the horrible method they used to kill them?" He shuddered.
"Luv, it was just a movie," Willow said, trying to soothe him as they strolled down the sidewalk. The movie was showing at the old, downtown theater and most patrons were hurrying to their cars. Willow felt extremely safe on her lover's arm.
"But...but...they were so boring." He flailed his free arm in emphasis. "Kill, kill, kill. Where's the fun? Where's the sense of whimsy? At least play with your food for fuck's sake."
"Spike, people are beginning to stare," she said lightly, cuddling close to him.
Turning his head, he glared at a couple who were hurrying to their car. They hurried faster.
"May I remind you that it was your choice of movie."
At that, Spike snapped, "I am not going to see a chick flick about brainless witches and that horrible bitch song. Witches should be turning people into frogs, giving them horrible boils, not dancing around their kitchen."
"We could have gone to see that movie about Nazis."
"Ah, Nazis, now they knew how to have a good time," Spike rhapsodized.
Willow got huffy. "Excuse me?"
Suddenly, Spike remembered Willow's background. "Oh, sorry, luv."
He looked so cute when he was embarrassed, Willow sighed and forgave him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"So, where are we going?" she asked.
"Your place?"
Willow shook her head. "My parents are home and after the last time you stayed over they asked me about all the banging I was doing."
Spike snickered and Willow hit him in the arm. "Motel?"
He sighed. "I'm tapped, luv." Willow gave him an incredulous look and he continued. "I tried to transfer money yesterday from Switzerland to my bank here and discovered that prick boy had emptied all my accounts."
"That's horrible."
"Oh, I'll get him back. I know some of his account numbers. I just haven't had a chance to use them. By the way, you want to give a shot at cracking his Internet account with E.F. Hutton? I think he should invest all his funds in good, Christian companies, preferably ones on the verge of failing."
"Sure. Sounds like a great project for a rainy Saturday." As Willow spoke she glanced up and saw a dark cloud covering the moon. "In fact, it looks like it may not wait until tomorrow to rain."
"Probably should get you home then."
"And not have sex?" she asked, amazed.
"We're out of options, luv."
"Why did my parents have to tear down the gazebo?" Willow mourned.
"Maybe because you pulled the main beam half down the last time I tied you to it," Spike muttered under his breath.
She glared at him, then another suggestion came to her. "What about your car?"
Shaking his head, he sighed again. "Angelus took off in it. Had nasty plans for the Slayer. They better not put another dent in the hood like the last time he borrowed it."
"What? Did they sit on it?" Spike gave her a look and comprehension dawned. "Oh. Then, how about we sneak into the mansion?"
"You do not want to chance running into Dru now that she knows that Angel's still banging Buffy."
"Well, fuck," she cried, frustrated.
They entered the park that divided one side of the town from the other and turned towards the children's playground, a couple blocks beyond which lay Willow's house. As they skirted the jungle gym, the wind picked up, sending the swings creaking.
"Here," Willow said, tugging Spike towards the swings.
"Huh?"
"Here, in the park, now. It's been six days and I'm not about to go home and finger fuck myself to sleep," she answered in a determined voice.
"Willow, it's the middle of the park."
"So? We've done it in the park before."
"In a very secluded spot," Spike protested. "You know, cops do occasionally patrol this park. I really don't want to be caught with my ass hanging out."
Stopping, Willow turned to give him a sad, pitiful, yet horny look. "I want you to make love to me," she wheedled.
A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.
"I think it's going to rain. How about we sneak into the library. You have keys, right?"
"Left them at home. Don't want to wait that long. Fuck me now," she replied in a clipped voice.
Sighing, Spike gave up and shrugged his shoulders. "Where?"
Willow grinned happily and a little dreamily. "I've always had this fantasy..."
"You?" he scoffed, then continued in a mocking voice. "Fantasize? I'm scandalized."
Frowning, Willow tugged him over to the swings. "On the swing."
He gave her a skeptical look, but shrugged his jacket off, draping it over one of the swings, then looked at her. She was obviously excited, nearly bouncing. Catching her arms, Spike tugged her against his body and bent to kiss her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Willow clung to her lover, returning his kiss with passion. Finally, breathless, she pulled back slightly and pulled his shirt partially open. Running her mouth down his neck, she peppered his chest with hot kisses.
Spike slid his hands down to her bottom and cupped the cheeks, lifting her to grind her against his growing hard-on. Willow moaned as her pussy began to pulse and grow moist.
Moving his hands up and around, Spike slid them under her sweater to cup her unbound breasts. As he pinched the nipples, Willow squirmed and pulled his mouth down to hers. They kissed deeply, tongues driving against each other as their lust for each other took over.
Pulling back slightly, Spike smiled down at her trembling, flushed face, her glazed eyes, then realized he probably looked equally disturbed. His cock was throbbing painfully against his tight jeans. "Get on the swing, pet," he ordered in a husky voice.
Trembling with desire, Willow reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, then kicked them off. A breeze crept up her skirt and she shivered as her clit throbbed in response. Backing up, she lifted her skirt and sat her naked bottom down on the rubber swing.
Watching her squirm in delight, Spike languidly unbuckled his belt, then began to unfasten his jeans as he approached her. Willow set the swing in motion, licking her lips as he freed his hard cock.
Grabbing the chains, Spike stopped the swing and drew her against him. Willow spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, opening for him. Someone conveniently had raised the swing to just the right height. It made him wonder if they weren't the first to do this.
"I want to see your tits," he growled softly.
As he spoke dirty to her, another bolt of pleasure surged through her and her trembling hands pulled her sweater up over her breasts, tucking it under her arms to hold it in place. The breeze hardened her nipples even further.
Tightening her legs, Willow drew herself closer until his cock rubbed against her clit. Groaning in pleasure, she wrapped her fingers around the chains and leaned back.
Sliding his cock down her wet pussy, Spike thrust his hips forward and entered her. He groaned as her muscles clamped around the head of his cock, then thrust again, driving deeply.
Willow keened in pleasure and the swing shook. Pulling back, he slammed his cock home again, making her shudder and moan.
Lightening flashed across the sky, thunder boomed a second later and it began to rain.
Although half his brain was fried with lust, a part of him realized they were getting wet and that the rain was increasing. "Luv, rain."
"Don't stop," Willow crooned. "Fuck me in the rain." Squirming, she used her legs to bring his pelvis smashing against hers, as the cold rain quickly dampened their hair and clothes.
"You'll get sick," he warned.
"FUCK ME."
Grunting in pleasure, Spike emptied his mind and began a quick, deep pace, driving his cock as far as it would go and sending the swing moving slightly. Willow bounced and whimpered and pressed him to her.
Cold rain raised goose bumps on her naked breasts, but she flung her head back and reveled in the growing pleasure between her legs.
After just a minute, they were both soaked and were fucking wildly, grunting and groaning and driving against each other. Suddenly, Willow stiffened, then exploded into orgasm, yelling his name and bucking against him, nearly falling off the swing.
Reaching down, Spike slid his hands under her ass and yanked her up off the swing. Growling he pistoned his cock into her as he came, filling her to overflowing with his cold cum.
Panting, Willow slid her legs down his body and nearly fell over. Spike caught her and bent over slightly, trying to regain his equilibrium.
Lightening struck a tree across the park, making both lovers jump.
"Um, luv, catching cold is one thing, getting hit by lightening..."
Shuddering from her orgasm, Willow pulled her sweater down and brushed her wet hair from her eyes as Spike quickly fastened his jeans. Scooping her panties off the ground and stuffing them in his pocket, he picked up his jacket and grabbed her hand. They began to hurry through the park.
"The carport," she cried as they left the park and dashed across the deserted street.
"Huh?"
Willow was clearly exasperated with herself. "The carport. The walls of my house are adobe, thick. My parents would never hear us. We could have been doing this in the dryness of the carport. My mom's car was caught in the last hail storm so I doubt they'd notice another dent."
Spike grinned down at her and pulled her down the street. "Well, the night's still young."
She grinned back. "And one fuck is never enough."
Lightening illuminated the lust on both their young faces.
End