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DEDICATION:To
James Marsters for being such a damn good actor that he took Spike from one
extreme emotion to another in the space of a heartbeat and had me on the edge of
my seat.
The turkey had been
reduced to a carcass; the Cowboys had beaten some other team that no one cared
about; four pumpkin pies had been consumed along with four bottles of wine.
Three rounds of Pictionary had degenerated into charades.
And Willow was bored out
of her mind.
Xander and Buffy were
entertaining their moms and Willow's parents with the charade for what was so
obviously the movie 'Young Frankenstein' and everyone was laughing and having a
good time.
Willow was lonely. Her
two best friends were sharing the holiday with her--okay, one of said best
friends had been acting like a jerk for several weeks and couldn't look at her
without flushing and babbling--but it had been eight days since she had seen the
person she really missed.
Mumbling some excuse
under her breath which the raucous crowd ignored, Willow rose and headed for her
room.
Opening the door, she
gasped.
The room was lit with
candles. Exotic incense burned. Sarah McLachlan's 'I Love You' was on the CD
player.
Lounging on her bed,
naked to the world, was her lover.
Willow closed the door
behind her and sagged against it, tears filling her eyes. "Oh Spike,"
she murmured, so very touched.
Rising to his feet, Spike
walked over and took her in his arms, drawing her head down to his chest.
"I've missed you, luv."
Willow slid her arms
around his waist and swayed to the music, all her senses alive to the scent of
jasmine and candle wax, the sound of Sarah's sweet voice, and Spike's cool, hard
chest pressed against her cheek.
"It's
beautiful."
"No, you're
beautiful, my love." Lifting her chin, Spike lowered his mouth and kissed
her tenderly, nipping delicately at her lips. "Um, you taste like pumpkin
pie and whipped cream."
"I wanted you there
so badly," she said sadly. "I wanted you there to hold my hand and eat
turkey and my mom's really lousy cranberry sauce and listen to my dad's silly
jokes and beat Buffy and Xander at Pictionary...and be normal."
"We can never be
normal, luv," he replied softly.
Looking up, Willow met
his eyes and saw the regret there. Nodding, she held him tighter. "I know.
Live for the day, the moment...but sometimes it's so hard...and I've missed you
so."
"I wish it could be
different, Willow, I really do."
"I know. Holidays
always make me melancholy."
"Can I cheer you
up?"
Willow saw the hint of a
smile on his lips and felt her spirits lift slightly. Her hands tightened on his
shoulders and she caressed him. "Um, I bet we can think of something.
First, I think I have too many clothes on."
Spike responded in a
husky voice. "On that I agree." His hands found the buttons of her
silk blouse and quickly undid them. Peeling the silk from her breasts, he
feasted his eyes on her creamy skin and rosy nipples. A pull of a zipper and her
wool skirt joined the blouse on the floor, leaving her in a scrap of white lace
and sheer stockings.
"Oh, Willow,"
he moaned, burying his mouth in her throat. As he sucked at her pulse point,
Willow slid her hands down his back to run over his hard ass. One finger slid
between the cheeks and wormed its way inside. Instantly his cock was hard and
thrusting against her stomach.
"Make love to
me," she begged hoarsely, pulling him back towards the bed. They tumbled
down onto it, their bodies pressed together as they kissed again, tongues
clashing, lips twisting as desire exploded between them.
Sliding his hand between
them, Spike found the scrap of lace covering her wet, hot core, and yanked,
tearing the silk free. Moving between her legs, he rubbed his cock against her
cleft, listening to her whimper against his mouth each time he hit her clitoris.
Willow shuddered in
pleasure and wrapped one leg around his hip, her high heeled pump scraping his
ass and eliciting a grunt of lust from him.
As his lips roamed down
her body towards her erect nipples, his hand delved between her legs, finding
her wet and hungry for him. She arched into his hand, hissing in pleasure.
With one smooth stroke,
he buried his cock in her depths. Capturing her mouth with his to keep in the
cries he knew were coming, Spike began to thrust hard and fast, the way she
liked it.
Willow whimpered and
clutched at him, digging her nails into his arms as her hips rose and fell with
each powerful thrust.
Suddenly, the bed banged
against the wall and Willow gasped for air, then moaned. Clapping a hand across
her mouth, Spike pulled out of her only to drag her down onto the floor next to
the bed. Coming over her again, he thrust forward, slamming his cock home as she
rose to meet him.
Her eyes were wild,
pleading with him as he grunted and pounded into her, his hand still over her
mouth.
Willow slid her hands
down and clutched his ass, pulling him into her as her legs tightened around him
and she ground her clit against his pubic bone. The hot pleasure grew inside her
and tears slid from her eyes.
Feeling her pussy clench
around his cock, Spike met her eyes and watched her explode into ecstasy. Her
face twisted and she bit his hand as her body trembled and shook beneath him.
Growling low in his
throat, Spike removed his hand and she whimpered and moaned, her hands still
gripping him tightly.
"Spike?" she
murmured, her eyes half-closed as she continued to tremble in release.
"Have you had your Thanksgiving dinner?" She rolled her head to the
side, baring her neck.
"Willow," he
groaned and let his face morph. Swooping down, he bit her neck, just under her
ear. As her blood flowed down his throat, he came, thrusting hard towards her
womb.
Sighing, Willow felt a
gentle orgasm sweep her as he drank from her. Her legs tightened around his hips
and she arched against him, pleasure flowing through her.
Spike pulled back from
her, delicately licking the blood from the puncture wounds. Trembling he raised
himself to his knees, then lifted her onto the bed.
Willow sank down against
the pillows, feeling warm and pleasured and sleepy. She reached for him and he
sat down next to her, pulling her shoes off and dropping them to the floor.
"Come to bed."
"I can't stay,"
he said regretfully. "Your folks will come looking for you."
"Don't care,"
she yawned.
Spike chuckled and
reached for his jeans, slipping them on as he responded, "Yes you do. Your
mum and dad would not take this very well." After pulling his t-shirt on,
he began to blow out candles. Turning on the bedside lamp, he pulled the covers
over his lover, then sat down next to her again.
She looked up at him,
smiling sleepily. "I love you, Spike."
"I love you too,
Willow." He bent and kissed her gently, cupping her cheeks in his delicate
hands.
The door opened behind
them and the Slayer looked at the two lovers kissing. Smiling, she closed the
door quietly and went to tell everyone that Willow had eaten too much and had
gone to bed, not wanting to be disturbed.
End