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"Honey, I know it
hurts, but you just took a painkiller an hour ago. You have to wait another
three hours."
Willow glowered up at her
mom who hovered in mom-like fashion at Willow's bedside. The redhead was
miserable. During gym class she had been hit in the face with a softball and she
had cracked two teeth. Emergency dental surgery had left her numb for a while,
but now her left cheek throbbed in pain.
Her tongue and inner
cheek were swollen from where she had bitten them and a lovely bruise covered
her face from jaw to eye. And her teeth hurt, the nerve endings still raw.
Her mom brushed a lock of
hair off her forehead and placed a gentle kiss there. "You'll be fine,
baby. Just go to sleep and you'll feel better in the morning."
"I look
hideous," Willow mumbled over her swollen tongue.
"Makeup can do
wonders, dear." Her mother tucked the covers in, then turned off the
bedside lamp. "I'm just down the hall if you need me."
"No shit."
Since it came out sounding like 'no stwhit', Willow wasn't surprised her mom
just smiled and left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
What a perfect way to
start a week. Bruised face, broken teeth, pain, unable to make sense when
talking, plus no sex since that wonderful Wednesday before.
The thought of Spike,
Buffy and Cordy sent shivers down Willow's spine and she tried to smile. Pain
replaced the good feeling and she whimpered. To Hell with doctor's orders.
Painkillers were only good if they actually killed the pain.
Sitting up, Willow
reached for the bottle of painkillers and popped two in her mouth, following
them down with a large swig of water. Then she lay back down to wait for them to
take effect.
*****
Thirty minutes later,
Willow was feeling no pain. She'd close her eyes to try to sleep and the world
would spin, making her giggle. When her eyes were open, all she could think
about was sex with Spike.
If he was here, he'd make
the pain go away in his own special way. He'd lick her from head to foot,
spending considerable time between her legs, then he'd fuck her silly.
Moaning as desire lashed
through her, Willow drew her legs up to her chest and closed her eyes again. Now
images of Spike, naked, swam before her closed eyes. Pale skin, sculpted
muscles, rock hard cock...
This would not do.
If Spike wouldn't come to
her, she'd go to him.
*****
Thirty minutes later,
Willow slipped through the unguarded window into an unused storeroom of the
factory. Trying not to giggle, she traipsed silently across the floor and opened
the door a crack. Peeking out, she saw the hallway was empty and slipped out.
The theme song from
Mission Impossible began to run through her head and she tiptoed down the hall
towards Spike's room.
Somehow she managed to
make it to his room without running into any vampires. Opening the door she
stepped inside and closed it behind her. She giggled.
Sitting in his
wheelchair, Spike spun it around and gaped. His mouth dropped open and he stared
at the sight before him.
Willow leaned against the
door, giggling, one side of her face covered in an ugly bruise. She wore what
looked to be a shortie nightgown tucked into a pair of jeans, accented with a
Mickey Mouse hat and pink bunny slippers.
"Willow? What the
Hell are you doing here?" he hissed, rising from the chair.
"Need fucking,"
she mumbled nearly unintelligibly, then started giggling again.
Spike pulled her into his
arms and led her over to the bed. "What's wrong with you? And what happened
to your face?"
"Softball, toothies,
fuck me?" She dropped down onto the bed and reached for his belt buckle.
Spike slapped her hands away and she pouted.
"Pet, that made no
sense."
"Fuck me?"
Crossing one leg over the other, Willow began to bounce her bunny covered foot.
Spike sighed and crouched
down in front of her. "That part made sense." Gently he touched her
bruise. When she didn't react, he ran his fingers over her cheek. All Willow did
was purr in pleasure and rub against his fingers. Suspicion washed over him and
he took one of her hands and tugged it towards his mouth.
"OW."
One taste of her blood
answered one of his questions. Codeine. Absently sucking on the finger he had
bitten, Spike watched a wide range of emotions cross her face.
"You're high as a
kite, luv."
Willow gave him a goofy
smile and pulled her hand free to tug her nightie over her head, nearly
dislodging the incongruous pink felt hat with big, black plastic ears. Tossing
the gown aside, she smashed the hat back down on her head, then giggled again.
Spike sighed again,
trying to ignore her perspiration slick breasts and erect little nipples, and
rose to his feet. "I'm taking you home."
As he reached for her,
Willow scooted backwards across the bed. "No. Not going. Fuck."
"Willow, you're in
no condition to do anything but sleep," he tried in a stern voice.
Still grinning, Willow
licked her lips with her swollen tongue and cupped her breasts, hissing in
pleasure as her thumbs caressed her nipples.
"Stop that,"
Spike ordered, both to Willow and his unruly dick, which was rising in his
jeans.
Her eyes focused on his
crotch. "Little Spike wants to come out and play," she sang.
Spike groaned and gave
up. Locking the door, he kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt off, then
crawled onto the bed.
"Ooooh, goody,
Spikey," Willow babbled.
He removed her slippers
and held them up. "Pink bunnies?"
"Like you. Keep goin'
and goin'," she crooned.
Spike tossed the slippers
over his shoulder and reached for the snap of her jeans. With her eager
wiggling, he removed the jeans and threw them on the floor, leaving her in a
white thong and the hat.
"Ooh, naked. Gonna
take advantage of wittle me?"
"Luv, there's no way
on earth I can resist you, so if you're going to hate yourself in the morning,
tough shit," he growled.
Willow's answer was to
flop onto her back and spread her legs wide. Spike crawled between them, one
hand hurriedly unfastening his jeans and freeing his throbbing cock. Willow
moaned at the sight of his erection and wrapped her legs around his hips.
"NOW."
"Can I kiss you
first?"
"NO." Her head
rolled wildly as she shook it, making her giggle some more.
Sighing, Spike pulled the
thong aside and felt how wet she was. At his touch, Willow arched her hips and
tightened her legs around his hips. With a groan, Spike leaned forward and
thrust his cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy.
Keening in pleasure,
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and bounced on the bed, meeting his
thrusts and babbling, "Oooh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Spikey."
Grunting, Spike moved
faster, grinding their pelvises together as pleasure swamped him. Grabbing her
hips, he rolled them, bringing her over him.
Gasping in pleasure,
Willow rose to her knees and spread her hands on his chest, her hips rising and
falling as she impaled herself on his cock. Spike began to caress her breasts,
tweaking the nipples until she whimpered in lust.
One hand slid from her
breast, down her stomach and into the curls between her legs. Finding her
slippery clit, Spike twisted and caressed it until Willow slammed herself down
on him, making them both grunt.
Groaning, she came,
shuddering around his cock and sending him out of his mind. Growling, Spike
thrust hard and spilled himself into her depths.
Slowly, panting, Willow
collapsed on Spike, sprawling on his chest.
"Luv, that was
wonderful, but very risky," he murmured, looking down at the mouse ears on
her head.
Her answer was an
unladylike snore.
Shaking his head, Spike
chuckled and moved her off of him. Willow whimpered and wrapped her arm across
his chest, fast asleep.
Placing a gentle kiss on
her forehead, he watched her sleep, wincing at the ugly bruise marring her
delicate skin.
He'd let her sleep for an
hour, then...
End