Fic: Repercussions 2/2 (W/S) NC-17
Title: Repercussions
Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Sequel to 'Blood Track Mind'. Willow and Spike can't seem to stay away from one another, and are about to pay for it.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: My site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing. Email: dragonydreams@yahoo.com
Thanks: To Gabrielle, Kat and Lisa Kelley for the beta!
Dedication: For claudia6913 - Happy Birthday! I hope you like the prezzie you asked for.
Spike had been anxiously pacing and smoking as he waited for Willow to arrive. It wasn't that he felt guilt over what they'd been doing. But he knew that Willow would. She was just too kind a soul not to feel guilty.
Therefore, when Willow burst into the crypt, face wet and splotchy from crying, he was ready to fold her into his arms.
Willow sank into Spike's embrace, taking strength from his solid frame. She rubbed her face into his chest, both burrowing into him, and drying her tears. She turned red eyes to his face and stretched up to desperately kiss him.
"I guess I don't need to ask how it went," he tried to joke when she buried her face in his chest again, smoothing her hair as she held onto him for dear life.
"She left me," Willow said, her tears renewing. "And everyone knows."
"It's not that big a shop," Spike pointed out. "She would have had to go past them to leave."
"I meant about us," Willow corrected, looking up at him.
Spike froze. He wasn't prepared for that. "What do you mean, they know about us?" he slowly asked.
"Anya guessed and blurted it out," Willow said.
"So I can expect the slayer to come round to dust me any minute now," he guessed.
"I told them you didn't bite me and weren't hurting me. Maybe she'll leave you alone," Willow said hopefully, neither one of them believing it.
"Somehow I doubt that, pet," Spike told her.
"I know," Willow admitted with a sigh. "It's just too much to think about right now. Tara… Tara called me a cheater and a liar."
"Well, you did both," Spike pointed out, receiving a small punch from the girl in his arms.
"I did it for you," Willow countered. "I was trying to make you better."
"And you did," Spike agreed. "I'm whole and healthy, thanks to you. Now let me do the same for you?"
Too emotionally overwrought to argue, Willow simply nodded against Spike's chest.
Bending down slightly, Spike lifted Willow into his arms and carried her to the hole going down to his bedroom. "Close your eyes," he whispered in her ear, waiting until he felt her arms tighten imperceptibly around him before dropping down through the hole.
Willow squealed, despite having guessed what was going to happen, when she felt the air whooshing past her. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as Spike swiftly moved to deposit her on the bed. She reluctantly opened her tired eyes when she could see soft light behind her eyelids from the candles Spike had just lit.
She was greeted with the sight of Spike removing his black t-shirt - all that glorious pale flesh and muscles rippling from the movement. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, feeling an entirely more pleasurable ache begin to flood her body.
Spike sat next to Willow on the bed to remove his boots, then stretched out next to her. She immediately pressed her body against his, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. All of her pain, heartache, and frustration went into the kiss, and Spike eagerly accepted and returned it.
Willow pressed Spike onto his back, straddling one of his thighs as she rubbed her body against his. He ran his hands down her back and thighs several times, before latching onto the material of her dress and bringing it up with him as his hands traveled back up her body. Willow reluctantly broke the kiss to allow him to pull the material over her head and she took the opportunity to mutter the spell.
She grinned down at Spike, showing off her fangs, her grin turning feral as she felt Spike harden beneath her. His groan of approval accompanied his hands reaching up to pull her mouth back to his and she bit her lip in anticipation of the contact.
Spike growled in appreciation, unaware of his face shifting, his own fangs coming to the fore. The desperate clashing of lips, tongues and teeth caused blood to flow from both of them, neither noticing nor caring whose blood it was, so long as the kiss continued.
Blindly, Spike's hands found Willow's bra and ripped it from her body, affording her panties the same treatment. Willow squeaked in surprise, but only rubbed herself more firmly against Spike as his hands covered her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardness.
Needing Spike inside her, Willow pulled away from Spike's mouth, a fine sheen of blood coating her lips, and attacked his jeans. He helped her to get them open and off, needing to be buried deep inside her just as desperately.
Willow positioned herself over Spike's erection. She met his demon-yellow eyes and leaned up to trace the ridges marring his forehead.
"Not 'cause you're a demon," she whispered to herself before plunging down on him.
Spike closed his eyes and thrust up to meet Willow's frantic pace. He wasn't sure what her whispered comment was for, but he wasn't going to worry about it when there was a tight, warm cunt wrapped around him.
Sitting up, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, his fangs making shallow cuts along the sides.
"Yes," Willow hissed, holding Spike's head to her, arching her back to give him better access.
"So good, so fucking good," Spike mumbled against Willow's flesh.
Without warning, Willow found herself on her back, staring up into lust-darkened blue eyes. This was passion; this was need; this was for her. Willow lost herself in Spike's eyes, wanting to be here always. Wanted, needed, filled, and right on the edge of reality - pure sensation.
Spike watched the emotions flicker in Willow's eyes. He could only hope that it was for him, the raw lust and desire. He set about making sure that it was by increasing the speed of his movements, pounding into Willow as his thumb sought out her clit.
Willow moaned and bucked her hips to increase the delicious friction. She pulled Spike's head down to kiss him briefly.
"Go grrr for me, baby," she purred in his ear, encouraging him to return to her breasts.
Hardly one to refuse such a request, Spike let his true face reemerge, then began to tease Willow's nipples with his fangs.
The pleasurable pain sent an electric current straight from Willow's nipple to her clit. Her legs wrapped around his thighs as she lifted her hips, pulling him even deeper inside her body.
"Goddess, yes," she hissed as Spike grazed a fang over her other nipple. "More."
Going on pure instinct, Spike slid his fangs into the tender flesh of Willow's breast. The mix from the pain of the bite and Spike's soothing suckling sent Willow over the edge. Her body froze as her orgasm announced its presence, then sent her writhing as the pleasure flooded her senses.
Spike could hardly believe that he was drinking from his beautiful Willow. The full assault of her blood on his tongue, along with her body tightening to an almost painful degree around him, had him following Willow over the precipice.
When Willow came back to herself, Spike was licking the bite mark closed. Her hands stroking his hair caused him to look up at her with shining blue eyes, his face more relaxed and content than she could ever remember seeing it.
Spike kissed her softly, reverently, before moving off of her to cradle her against his side.
"Well," Willow began, "that was different."
"You're not mad, are you?" Spike asked, sounding far more vulnerable than he was comfortable with.
"Did it sound like I was complaining?" Willow purred, stretching against him in contentment. She reached up to touch his temple. "How're you feeling? No headache?"
"No, no headache," Spike grinned sheepishly. "It's been so long since I was able to do that - control the bite and the intake of blood. Don't get me wrong, what you've been doing for me, with the fangs and the foreplay have been fantastic, but this…" he ran his thumb over the bite mark, causing Willow to shiver, "I feel like me again."
"I'm glad," Willow leaned up to kiss his smiling lips.
They lay like that contentedly for a while, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and caresses.
Eventually, Willow stirred enough to ask, "So, you ready to face the music?"
Spike groaned. "Do I hafta? I don't care what that lot of losers thinks."
"Well, I do. They're my friends, and they're going to want some kind of explanation. I still don't know what this is, but I'll find some way to make them understand."
"What's there to not understand?" Spike asked, slipping out of bed to pull on his jeans. "You're my girl now, not the witch's."
"Just like that? Tara leaves me and suddenly I'm your girl?" Willow asked, not liking the implication that she was nothing more than a toy to be passed around.
"Not sudden," Spike insisted, pulling Willow's dress over her outstretched arms and head. "It's not like today was the first time we shagged. Just means that now we don't have to sneak around to do it."
"But…" Willow's bottom lip quivered, "but what about Tara?"
"What about her?" Spike countered, growing annoyed with this conversation. "She's gone, told you it was over. Good riddance."
"How can you say that?" Willow asked, pulling on her shoes.
"What're you so upset about?" Spike growled. "You didn't like sneaking around behind her back. Now you don't have to. Or is it that you don't want this? Don't want me?"
Willow rushed to Spike's side, hoping her touch would be enough to soothe him. "Don't say that. You know I want you. I just…"
"Just what? Want her too? Can't bloody well make up your mind can you? Grass is always greener, right?"
"No… Spike…" Willow's voice was thick with tears that once again threatened to spill. How had things gone sour so quickly?
"Get out," Spike ground out. "Don't come back until you figure out what it is you want. I want you, more'n just for your blood. But I'm not gonna be a stand in for someone else."
"Spike…" Willow reached out for him, but he moved out of her reach, turning his back to her. "Fine, I'll go."
Spike didn't move until he heard the door to the crypt close. He flopped back on the bed, hoping that he hadn't just ruined everything. Silently, he prayed to whatever deity would listen to a soulless demon that Willow would come back to him.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
After a quick stop back at the dorm to change clothes and get some fresh underwear, Willow found herself back at the Magic Box. She plastered a smile on her face and pushed open the door. The mood inside was solemn.
"Hey guys, what's with the glum?" she asked.
Buffy slowly approached the redhead. "Willow, there's something you need to know. Um, maybe you should sit."
Willow looked around, curious and confused, but sat on one of the chairs surrounding the research table. "What's going on?"
"Will, something happened after you left… to Tara," Buffy tried to explain.
Willow's face paled. "What happened to her? She's okay, isn't she?"
"I found her in the park, at the fair. Glory was with her. I couldn't get to them, there were too many people," Buffy tried futilely to keep the tears out of her voice. "I'm so sorry, but there was nothing I could do. Glory thought Tara was the Key. She brain sucked her."
"No," Willow gasped. This wasn't happening. "This is all my fault. I should have followed her. Stopped her."
"There's nothing you could have done," Xander pointed out.
"No," Willow insisted. "She was upset and not thinking straight. If she hadn't found out, she would have still been here, not out in public all alone."
"Yes, that's true," Anya agreed.
"No, it isn't," Buffy firmly disagreed. "Willow, Glory thought she was the Key. She would have found a way to get to Tara one way or another."
"Where is she? I need to see her," Willow said, standing abruptly.
"We checked her into Sunnydale General," Giles said. "The, uh, mental ward."
"I don't think that's such a good idea, though," Dawn hesitantly said, wincing at the glare she received from Willow. "It's just… she didn't react well to your name. Right now might not be the best time to see her. You don't want to make things worse for her, do you?"
"Of course not," Willow agreed, the steam going out of her as she collapsed back onto her chair.
"How did this come to happen, Willow?" Giles reluctantly asked.
She blew out a breath, knowing it was time to come clean. "Are you sure you want to know?"
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, I guess this all started when Glory tortured Spike…"
The End
Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Sequel to 'Blood Track Mind'. Willow and Spike can't seem to stay away from one another, and are about to pay for it.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: My site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing. Email: dragonydreams@yahoo.com
Thanks: To Gabrielle, Kat and Lisa Kelley for the beta!
Dedication: For claudia6913 - Happy Birthday! I hope you like the prezzie you asked for.
Spike had been anxiously pacing and smoking as he waited for Willow to arrive. It wasn't that he felt guilt over what they'd been doing. But he knew that Willow would. She was just too kind a soul not to feel guilty.
Therefore, when Willow burst into the crypt, face wet and splotchy from crying, he was ready to fold her into his arms.
Willow sank into Spike's embrace, taking strength from his solid frame. She rubbed her face into his chest, both burrowing into him, and drying her tears. She turned red eyes to his face and stretched up to desperately kiss him.
"I guess I don't need to ask how it went," he tried to joke when she buried her face in his chest again, smoothing her hair as she held onto him for dear life.
"She left me," Willow said, her tears renewing. "And everyone knows."
"It's not that big a shop," Spike pointed out. "She would have had to go past them to leave."
"I meant about us," Willow corrected, looking up at him.
Spike froze. He wasn't prepared for that. "What do you mean, they know about us?" he slowly asked.
"Anya guessed and blurted it out," Willow said.
"So I can expect the slayer to come round to dust me any minute now," he guessed.
"I told them you didn't bite me and weren't hurting me. Maybe she'll leave you alone," Willow said hopefully, neither one of them believing it.
"Somehow I doubt that, pet," Spike told her.
"I know," Willow admitted with a sigh. "It's just too much to think about right now. Tara… Tara called me a cheater and a liar."
"Well, you did both," Spike pointed out, receiving a small punch from the girl in his arms.
"I did it for you," Willow countered. "I was trying to make you better."
"And you did," Spike agreed. "I'm whole and healthy, thanks to you. Now let me do the same for you?"
Too emotionally overwrought to argue, Willow simply nodded against Spike's chest.
Bending down slightly, Spike lifted Willow into his arms and carried her to the hole going down to his bedroom. "Close your eyes," he whispered in her ear, waiting until he felt her arms tighten imperceptibly around him before dropping down through the hole.
Willow squealed, despite having guessed what was going to happen, when she felt the air whooshing past her. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as Spike swiftly moved to deposit her on the bed. She reluctantly opened her tired eyes when she could see soft light behind her eyelids from the candles Spike had just lit.
She was greeted with the sight of Spike removing his black t-shirt - all that glorious pale flesh and muscles rippling from the movement. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, feeling an entirely more pleasurable ache begin to flood her body.
Spike sat next to Willow on the bed to remove his boots, then stretched out next to her. She immediately pressed her body against his, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. All of her pain, heartache, and frustration went into the kiss, and Spike eagerly accepted and returned it.
Willow pressed Spike onto his back, straddling one of his thighs as she rubbed her body against his. He ran his hands down her back and thighs several times, before latching onto the material of her dress and bringing it up with him as his hands traveled back up her body. Willow reluctantly broke the kiss to allow him to pull the material over her head and she took the opportunity to mutter the spell.
She grinned down at Spike, showing off her fangs, her grin turning feral as she felt Spike harden beneath her. His groan of approval accompanied his hands reaching up to pull her mouth back to his and she bit her lip in anticipation of the contact.
Spike growled in appreciation, unaware of his face shifting, his own fangs coming to the fore. The desperate clashing of lips, tongues and teeth caused blood to flow from both of them, neither noticing nor caring whose blood it was, so long as the kiss continued.
Blindly, Spike's hands found Willow's bra and ripped it from her body, affording her panties the same treatment. Willow squeaked in surprise, but only rubbed herself more firmly against Spike as his hands covered her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardness.
Needing Spike inside her, Willow pulled away from Spike's mouth, a fine sheen of blood coating her lips, and attacked his jeans. He helped her to get them open and off, needing to be buried deep inside her just as desperately.
Willow positioned herself over Spike's erection. She met his demon-yellow eyes and leaned up to trace the ridges marring his forehead.
"Not 'cause you're a demon," she whispered to herself before plunging down on him.
Spike closed his eyes and thrust up to meet Willow's frantic pace. He wasn't sure what her whispered comment was for, but he wasn't going to worry about it when there was a tight, warm cunt wrapped around him.
Sitting up, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, his fangs making shallow cuts along the sides.
"Yes," Willow hissed, holding Spike's head to her, arching her back to give him better access.
"So good, so fucking good," Spike mumbled against Willow's flesh.
Without warning, Willow found herself on her back, staring up into lust-darkened blue eyes. This was passion; this was need; this was for her. Willow lost herself in Spike's eyes, wanting to be here always. Wanted, needed, filled, and right on the edge of reality - pure sensation.
Spike watched the emotions flicker in Willow's eyes. He could only hope that it was for him, the raw lust and desire. He set about making sure that it was by increasing the speed of his movements, pounding into Willow as his thumb sought out her clit.
Willow moaned and bucked her hips to increase the delicious friction. She pulled Spike's head down to kiss him briefly.
"Go grrr for me, baby," she purred in his ear, encouraging him to return to her breasts.
Hardly one to refuse such a request, Spike let his true face reemerge, then began to tease Willow's nipples with his fangs.
The pleasurable pain sent an electric current straight from Willow's nipple to her clit. Her legs wrapped around his thighs as she lifted her hips, pulling him even deeper inside her body.
"Goddess, yes," she hissed as Spike grazed a fang over her other nipple. "More."
Going on pure instinct, Spike slid his fangs into the tender flesh of Willow's breast. The mix from the pain of the bite and Spike's soothing suckling sent Willow over the edge. Her body froze as her orgasm announced its presence, then sent her writhing as the pleasure flooded her senses.
Spike could hardly believe that he was drinking from his beautiful Willow. The full assault of her blood on his tongue, along with her body tightening to an almost painful degree around him, had him following Willow over the precipice.
When Willow came back to herself, Spike was licking the bite mark closed. Her hands stroking his hair caused him to look up at her with shining blue eyes, his face more relaxed and content than she could ever remember seeing it.
Spike kissed her softly, reverently, before moving off of her to cradle her against his side.
"Well," Willow began, "that was different."
"You're not mad, are you?" Spike asked, sounding far more vulnerable than he was comfortable with.
"Did it sound like I was complaining?" Willow purred, stretching against him in contentment. She reached up to touch his temple. "How're you feeling? No headache?"
"No, no headache," Spike grinned sheepishly. "It's been so long since I was able to do that - control the bite and the intake of blood. Don't get me wrong, what you've been doing for me, with the fangs and the foreplay have been fantastic, but this…" he ran his thumb over the bite mark, causing Willow to shiver, "I feel like me again."
"I'm glad," Willow leaned up to kiss his smiling lips.
They lay like that contentedly for a while, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and caresses.
Eventually, Willow stirred enough to ask, "So, you ready to face the music?"
Spike groaned. "Do I hafta? I don't care what that lot of losers thinks."
"Well, I do. They're my friends, and they're going to want some kind of explanation. I still don't know what this is, but I'll find some way to make them understand."
"What's there to not understand?" Spike asked, slipping out of bed to pull on his jeans. "You're my girl now, not the witch's."
"Just like that? Tara leaves me and suddenly I'm your girl?" Willow asked, not liking the implication that she was nothing more than a toy to be passed around.
"Not sudden," Spike insisted, pulling Willow's dress over her outstretched arms and head. "It's not like today was the first time we shagged. Just means that now we don't have to sneak around to do it."
"But…" Willow's bottom lip quivered, "but what about Tara?"
"What about her?" Spike countered, growing annoyed with this conversation. "She's gone, told you it was over. Good riddance."
"How can you say that?" Willow asked, pulling on her shoes.
"What're you so upset about?" Spike growled. "You didn't like sneaking around behind her back. Now you don't have to. Or is it that you don't want this? Don't want me?"
Willow rushed to Spike's side, hoping her touch would be enough to soothe him. "Don't say that. You know I want you. I just…"
"Just what? Want her too? Can't bloody well make up your mind can you? Grass is always greener, right?"
"No… Spike…" Willow's voice was thick with tears that once again threatened to spill. How had things gone sour so quickly?
"Get out," Spike ground out. "Don't come back until you figure out what it is you want. I want you, more'n just for your blood. But I'm not gonna be a stand in for someone else."
"Spike…" Willow reached out for him, but he moved out of her reach, turning his back to her. "Fine, I'll go."
Spike didn't move until he heard the door to the crypt close. He flopped back on the bed, hoping that he hadn't just ruined everything. Silently, he prayed to whatever deity would listen to a soulless demon that Willow would come back to him.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
After a quick stop back at the dorm to change clothes and get some fresh underwear, Willow found herself back at the Magic Box. She plastered a smile on her face and pushed open the door. The mood inside was solemn.
"Hey guys, what's with the glum?" she asked.
Buffy slowly approached the redhead. "Willow, there's something you need to know. Um, maybe you should sit."
Willow looked around, curious and confused, but sat on one of the chairs surrounding the research table. "What's going on?"
"Will, something happened after you left… to Tara," Buffy tried to explain.
Willow's face paled. "What happened to her? She's okay, isn't she?"
"I found her in the park, at the fair. Glory was with her. I couldn't get to them, there were too many people," Buffy tried futilely to keep the tears out of her voice. "I'm so sorry, but there was nothing I could do. Glory thought Tara was the Key. She brain sucked her."
"No," Willow gasped. This wasn't happening. "This is all my fault. I should have followed her. Stopped her."
"There's nothing you could have done," Xander pointed out.
"No," Willow insisted. "She was upset and not thinking straight. If she hadn't found out, she would have still been here, not out in public all alone."
"Yes, that's true," Anya agreed.
"No, it isn't," Buffy firmly disagreed. "Willow, Glory thought she was the Key. She would have found a way to get to Tara one way or another."
"Where is she? I need to see her," Willow said, standing abruptly.
"We checked her into Sunnydale General," Giles said. "The, uh, mental ward."
"I don't think that's such a good idea, though," Dawn hesitantly said, wincing at the glare she received from Willow. "It's just… she didn't react well to your name. Right now might not be the best time to see her. You don't want to make things worse for her, do you?"
"Of course not," Willow agreed, the steam going out of her as she collapsed back onto her chair.
"How did this come to happen, Willow?" Giles reluctantly asked.
She blew out a breath, knowing it was time to come clean. "Are you sure you want to know?"
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, I guess this all started when Glory tortured Spike…"
The End