All You Need is Blood 6/? (W/S) NC-17
Title: All You Need is Blood
Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Email: dragonydreams@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 (yes, we're moving up in the ratings - again)
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Spike figures out what he needs to get out of his wheelchair.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: winter_spillow, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note: Thanks to velvetwhip, Kat and Lisa Kelley for their wonderful beta skills.
Author's Note 2: Previous chapters can be found HERE.
While Spike slept, Willow's thoughts would wander. From what she could tell, she had been here for roughly three weeks. She wouldn't let herself to adapt her sleep schedule to his - a way of allowing herself to believe that one day she would be free again.
Freedom. It was something that she had taken for granted before. She used to curse the supposed freedom her parents "allowed" her. She'd just considered it neglect. Their lax rules and frequent trips were supposedly to help her grow up, show that they trusted her. She would have preferred their presence to their trust. All she'd felt was lonely and alone, craving the companionship family was supposed to afford.
She was hardly ever alone now. If Spike wasn't here, in body if not consciousness, then Drusilla was, or worse, Angelus. Sometimes Celeste would "keep her company" while the older vampires were out. One would think that she would hate the constant companionship that she now suffered. While it was often uncomfortable having vicious, soulless creatures as her companions, it was also kind of nice to be the focus of someone's attention.
Willow had discovered that Spike, for all of his snarky comments and bad manners, was actually very intelligent. He was remarkably well read, for a vampire. Willow felt somewhat ashamed at her surprise to learn this. After all, what else was there to do for entertainment for most of Spike's existence? Willow found herself reading books she would not normally have chosen in order to have a lively discussion with Spike afterwards. Whether they agreed or disagreed, Willow never failed to enjoy the dialogue. His mind stimulated hers in a way that her friends' never could.
While she loved Buffy and Xander, they weren't always the best of friends, despite that being what they all called each other. Xander, being the quintessential teenage boy, could be distracted by any female that wasn't her. Buffy was her first real girl friend. Willow was so happy to have a female friend, that she tended to overlook the fact that Buffy never seemed as interested in her life as she was in Willow being interested in hers.
Sometimes, during the long, curtain-darkened days, Willow would wonder what her friends were doing. Were they looking for her? Did they think she was dead? Had they given up on her? Would they figure out where she was and come bursting through the door, stakes and crosses held high as they rescued her? Did she truly want to be rescued?
That last question was the one that always gave her the most trouble. If you had asked her that during her first week, you would have received a vehement YES. Now…
Now, Willow wasn't so sure.
It wasn't that she liked being chained to the bed constantly, even if it was only by one wrist on a long chain. Well, it wasn't always so constant any more. Since Spike's body had begun to wake up, he had started leaving her free to roam around the room - after he locked the door. He'd grumbled something about being tired of having to take her into the loo every time she had to go. The en-suite bathroom was one of the perks to Spike's room. Willow would have really hated being paraded past the minions she could hear out in the hallways every time she had to pee.
He'd also started letting her wear some warmer clothes. Not her comfy jeans and fuzzy sweaters, but dresses with sleeves. Always and only dresses. Nice ones too. She felt silly wearing them; like a six year old playing in her mother's closet. Not that she'd ever been allowed to do that, though. Drusilla seemed to take a particular pleasure in dressing her up, as if she was a live doll to play with. Which was probably how the insane vampire saw her.
Willow was jarred out of her thoughts by a kick to her leg. After her automatic response of "Ow", despite it not hurting, she realized what had happened.
She eagerly shook Spike's shoulder, hoping that he wouldn't get too upset with her for waking him. It was nearly sundown anyway, so it was less likely that he'd sink his fangs into her until she passed out. That had only happened once, and Willow hadn't tried to wake him again since.
"Spike, wake up," Willow whispered, shaking him again.
"Leave me 'lone," he mumbled, trying to burrow his head under the pillow.
Not giving up, Willow continued shaking him. "Spike, you kicked me."
"Sorry."
"No! You. Kicked. Me." Willow enunciated every word. "Like, with your legs - kicked me."
Spike's sleep-addled brain finally started catching up. "I kicked you?" he asked, looking into her excited green eyes.
"Uh huh." Willow nodded. "I was just sitting still, thinking, and suddenly you kicked me. Can you do it again?"
"You want me to kick you?" he asked, thoroughly confused.
"Of course not. Just maybe try moving your legs."
Spike rolled onto his back and pulled himself up to sit against the headboard. His face took on a look of extreme concentration as he stared at his legs. After several long, tension filled moments, the sheet covering Spike's legs twitched.
"Did you see that?" he excitedly asked, turning to look at Willow.
"Yep. Let me try something." Willow scooted down to the foot of the bed and eased one of Spike's legs out from under the covers.
"Your skin… it's like fire," he hissed, not complaining in the least.
"You can feel that? That I'm touching you?"
"Not the weight of your hand, but I feel your heat."
Willow ran the back of one of her fingernails up the bottom of Spike's foot. "Did you feel that?"
"Tingles. Like pins and needles."
"Like when your foot falls asleep?" Willow asked, excitement in her voice.
"Yeah, like that. But sharper."
"Well, I'm no doctor, but I'd say you're getting better."
Spike suddenly tossed the sheet off of himself, causing Willow to avert her eyes.
"Oh, quit blushing. You've been seein' me starkers for weeks. Not like it's anything new." He chuckled as Willow's blush deepened. He loved teasing her like this.
Spike lifted each of his legs until they were over the side of his bed. Willow automatically went to steady his wheelchair, but Spike stopped her.
"Not getting in the sodding chair," he told her, edging himself closer to the edge of the bed, until his feet touched the floor.
Light dawned in Willow's eyes. Unconsciously, she held her breath, hoping that he didn't fall. He wouldn't like a witness to that.
"Floor's cold," he observed aloud. Willow rolled her eyes and nodded. She'd been telling him that for weeks.
"Here goes nothing," Spike whispered, pushing himself off the bed carefully.
Willow had to stop herself from reaching towards him, just in case he started to fall. Amazingly, he didn't. He was standing on his own two feet.
"Hey, look at me," he exclaimed, then wobbled and sat down. Trying to cover, he said, "I think that's enough for right now."
"How do you feel?" Willow asked, fussing over him.
"Feel bloody marvelous," he grinned, unfazed by the limited amount of time he spent on his feet.
"Do your legs hurt at all?" Willow asked.
"Just a mite. 'm sure it's just from not usin' them."
"I should have been exercising them for you. Isn't that what you're supposed to do when someone can't use their legs - or are confined to bedrest? I should have remembered from when Xander and I played Doctor. The legs need physical therapy so that the muscles don't atrophy. I'm sorry, I should have remembered."
Willow was nearly hysterical by the end of her babble. Spike gawked at her concern. He was keeping her here against her will. He wouldn't have expected her to remember something like that, let alone want to be the one to help him.
He pulled Willow up the bed until she was cradled against his side, sniffling against his bare chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, soothing her.
"Shh, don't you go gettin' all upset 'bout that. Wasn't like you were here by your own leave."
"But I should have remembered," Willow said, her words muffled by his flesh.
"I'm more interested in hearin' 'bout you playin' Doctor." Willow could hear the smirk in his voice and was smiling through her tears when she met his eyes.
"It's not what you think," she stated, blushing. "I had all of these medical textbooks I'd picked up at garage sales. Xander would pretend to be sick and I'd go through the books and figure out what to diagnose him with."
Spike laughed - long and hard. "So the innocent act really wasn't an act. You're bloody precious, pet."
"I think Xander just didn't want to play the regular kind of Doctor with me," Willow admitted. "I took what I could get."
"Boy's a moron. I've said it before, but he truly is. All boys are curious and randy as all get out. Bet he thought all you wanted to do was the boring medical stuff."
Willow shook her head in denial. There was no way Xander could have ever wanted to satisfy his curiosity with her.
Spike leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Want me to play Doctor with you?" he huskily asked, trailing a hand up her body. "Give you a real thorough exam."
Willow's heartbeat quickened at his words and touch. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined the kind of exam Spike would give her. He'd been with Drusilla for over a hundred years; certainly he would know all the right places to… check.
Willow's "Yes, please," was released on a shuddered breath, teasing Spike's senses.
His hands dropped down to the hem of Willow's dress and began to ease it up her body. "A proper examination can't be done wearing so many clothes," he informed her as the dress cleared her head.
"Of course," Willow agreed.
"Now lay back," Spike instructed. He could feel his cock beginning to stir at Willow's obedience, and the game had just begun.
"Yes, Spike," Willow complied, realizing she wasn't going to find a comfortable position while being watched as closely as Spike was watching her.
"Doctor," Spike corrected.
Willow giggled, "Yes, Dr. Spike."
He grinned. "That's better. Now, where to begin?" he mused aloud. His eyes raked over Willow's fidgeting body. His eyes settled on his bite mark and he smirked. "Well, it appears that there is an abrasion to the flesh of your neck. I must begin with a more careful study of that area."
Spike turned Willow's head away from him, exposing her long neck to his hungry eyes. Turns out it wasn't just his eyes that were hungry. He morphed and swiftly sank his fangs into the barely healed wound. After several satisfying draughts, he pulled back, putting his game face away.
"Yep, just as I thought," he surmised, sounding quite serious. "Vampire bite."
Willow giggled. Her giggle turned into a moan as Spike leaned back down to lick the fresh bite clean.
"That noise… I believe it is caused by mirth. I wonder what else can cause that noise, and if it's contagious." The utter seriousness of his tone caused Willow to giggle even more. She began to laugh fully when Spike's fingers began to tickle her sides, causing her entire body to thrash and twist in an attempt to get away.
Through her laughter, Willow panted out, "Spike, stop! Spike!"
"Ah, ah, ah; what did I tell you to call me?" He was trying very hard not to join in her laughter.
"Doctor!" Willow squealed. "Dr. Spike, cut it out."
"Very well," he sighed. "Diagnosis confirmed. Tickling exacerbated giggles, turning them into laughter."
"Well, now, I could have told you that," Willow said, wiping away a tear caused by all of her gut-wrenching laughter. "Now my cheeks hurt."
"We're just going to have to remedy that," Spike said. He leaned down to kiss each cheek.
"There, you're cured," he announced.
"Yep, all better," Willow confirmed, a big silly smile on her face. "Thank you, Doctor."
"I believe that a breast examination is called for next," Spike declared, taking one of her breasts in hand. "What's it I'm supposed to be lookin' for again?" he asked the patient as he squeezed and caressed her flesh.
"Lumps," Willow practically purred. "But my arms should be raised."
"Then get on with the arm raisin'," Spike advised.
Willow lifted both of her arms above her head, resting them on the pillow above her. Her unchained wrist looked naked, in Spike's opinion, so he leaned forward to wrap the chain around both of her wrists, binding them together.
"W-what are you doing?" Willow asked, nervous all of the sudden.
"Makin' sure you don't lower your arms during your examination. I plan on being thorough," he answered.
Sliding back down Willow's body, he began to "examine" her other breast, while taking the first one into his mouth. Willow moaned at the sensation, arching her back to get closer to Spike. His blunt teeth and tongue teased her nipple until it puckered in his mouth. When he moved to engulf her other breast, he left the first one completely alone - allowing the air to cool his saliva, causing the nipple to pucker even more until it was nearly painful.
Finally he sat back, admiring his work. "There you go, found two lumps. I hate to be the one to tell ya this, but you've got… nipples."
"But Doctor, I've always had nipples," Willow pointed out.
"Ever feel them like you do now?" he smugly asked.
"Um, no," Willow admitted. She could tell they were very hard, like the erasers on her number two pencils at home.
Spike nodded in satisfaction. "Thought so. Let's move on then. Ever had a pelvic exam?"
"Of course. My mom made me start getting them when I first got my period."
"That'll be next week, right?" he asked with that same professional-sounding detachment.
Willow paused to think. "Yeah. How'd you know?"
Spike ran his fingers down her chest, over her belly and under her panties. Grasping the edges of the material, he eased them down her long legs. "You've been here for three weeks. Four to a cycle, right?"
"Usually. I'm on the pill to keep me regular, so yeah, 28 days," Willow confirmed. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she was going to get her period while chained to a vampire's bed. "Um, Sp-- Dr. Spike, what happens when I get my period?"
"Would think you know that by now. What with you having experienced it before."
"You know that's not what I mean. Is it going to be a problem? Me bleeding from down there, for several days?"
Spike grinned at her wording. "No problem for me. Means you get a break from having my fangs in your neck for a few days."
Willow's legs, which had been starting to part for Spike's insistent hand, slammed closed. She gawked at him. "You don't mean to… eat… from down there?"
"Why not?" he shrugged. "Blood's blood, and it's just going to waste otherwise," he pointed out.
"But, that's just gross!" she exclaimed.
"Not the way I'll be doin' it," he leered.
"I don't see how…"
"Ever had your pussy eaten?" he interrupted. Willow shook her head, unable to speak with her jaw hanging open. "Thought not. It's pretty much the same thing, only I'll be swallowin' your blood 'stead of your cream."
"But I've never done that before," Willow protested.
"Won't be able to say that for long." Spike smirked and pulled Willow's legs apart, rolling himself between them. Without warning he ran his tongue along her slit, causing Willow to gasp in surprise.
His thumbs parted her lips and he inhaled the musky scent of her. He could see and smell how wet she was from all of his teasing so far. This time he ran his tongue between her folds, moaning at the taste of her. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing a startled moan from the girl spread out before him.
Willow had had no idea this could feel so good. She had touched herself before, but it hadn't felt anything like what Spike was doing. She'd known he had a wicked tongue, but she now had a whole new appreciation for it. Especially when it curled and slid inside her as far as it could go.
Willow's hands found the chain above her bound hands, needing some kind of purchase against what she was feeling. She'd much rather be threading her fingers through Spike's hair, but she'd have to settle for the hard metal to thread her fingers through.
Spike alternated between tongue-fucking his lovely patient, and mercilessly teasing her clit. Once her body was used to his tongue, he began to replace it with this fingers as he switched his attention back to her clitoris. Soon, Willow was rolling her hips in time with his fingers' strokes into her body, unheard words and sounds tumbling from her lips as her pleasure grew.
Spike's senses were overloading. He could hardly believe her body was responding to his touch so eagerly, so wantonly. He'd expected her to resist, try to push him off, protect every aspect of her virginity a little while longer. Instead, she keened and panted his name, thrust up to meet his tongue and touch.
He got so caught up in tasting her that he didn't notice his face change while he had her clit between his lips. The edge of a fang brushed against the sensitive nub, causing Willow's body to convulse in orgasm. He quickly shook his features back to human and plunged his tongue into Willow's spasming channel. The sound and feel of her orgasm triggered his own and he came against the sheets.
Willow had been unprepared for the sudden intense pain Spike's fang had caused. She was even more surprised when it rocketed her body into a more intense orgasm than she had ever given herself. Her scream of Spike's name probably woke the entire mansion, if they weren't already awake.
When her eyes finally sought out Spike's, he was licking his lips clean of her juices.
"Bloody marvelous," he informed her. "Like that now, did you?"
"I never imagined that could feel so good," she admitted. She started to reach for him as he lay alongside of her again. "Um, Spike, do you think you could let my arms down now?"
"We done with the exam?" he countered, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, I think we're done," Willow agreed sleepily.
Spike unwound the chains, granting Willow the use of her arms again, which she immediate used to pull him to her lips. Her kiss wasn't urgent, given her relaxed and sated body, but it aptly conveyed her thanks and desire.
When she pulled back, resting against her pillows, eyes struggling to stay open, Spike thought he'd never seen her look so beautiful.
"Wanna take a nap?" he quietly asked her, knowing she was half asleep already.
"Yeah, I could sleep," she mumbled, reaching for him to join her.
Spike turned and rolled Willow until he could spoon in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Wouldn't mind a little more shut-eye myself."
Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Email: dragonydreams@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 (yes, we're moving up in the ratings - again)
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Spike figures out what he needs to get out of his wheelchair.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: winter_spillow, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note: Thanks to velvetwhip, Kat and Lisa Kelley for their wonderful beta skills.
Author's Note 2: Previous chapters can be found HERE.
While Spike slept, Willow's thoughts would wander. From what she could tell, she had been here for roughly three weeks. She wouldn't let herself to adapt her sleep schedule to his - a way of allowing herself to believe that one day she would be free again.
Freedom. It was something that she had taken for granted before. She used to curse the supposed freedom her parents "allowed" her. She'd just considered it neglect. Their lax rules and frequent trips were supposedly to help her grow up, show that they trusted her. She would have preferred their presence to their trust. All she'd felt was lonely and alone, craving the companionship family was supposed to afford.
She was hardly ever alone now. If Spike wasn't here, in body if not consciousness, then Drusilla was, or worse, Angelus. Sometimes Celeste would "keep her company" while the older vampires were out. One would think that she would hate the constant companionship that she now suffered. While it was often uncomfortable having vicious, soulless creatures as her companions, it was also kind of nice to be the focus of someone's attention.
Willow had discovered that Spike, for all of his snarky comments and bad manners, was actually very intelligent. He was remarkably well read, for a vampire. Willow felt somewhat ashamed at her surprise to learn this. After all, what else was there to do for entertainment for most of Spike's existence? Willow found herself reading books she would not normally have chosen in order to have a lively discussion with Spike afterwards. Whether they agreed or disagreed, Willow never failed to enjoy the dialogue. His mind stimulated hers in a way that her friends' never could.
While she loved Buffy and Xander, they weren't always the best of friends, despite that being what they all called each other. Xander, being the quintessential teenage boy, could be distracted by any female that wasn't her. Buffy was her first real girl friend. Willow was so happy to have a female friend, that she tended to overlook the fact that Buffy never seemed as interested in her life as she was in Willow being interested in hers.
Sometimes, during the long, curtain-darkened days, Willow would wonder what her friends were doing. Were they looking for her? Did they think she was dead? Had they given up on her? Would they figure out where she was and come bursting through the door, stakes and crosses held high as they rescued her? Did she truly want to be rescued?
That last question was the one that always gave her the most trouble. If you had asked her that during her first week, you would have received a vehement YES. Now…
Now, Willow wasn't so sure.
It wasn't that she liked being chained to the bed constantly, even if it was only by one wrist on a long chain. Well, it wasn't always so constant any more. Since Spike's body had begun to wake up, he had started leaving her free to roam around the room - after he locked the door. He'd grumbled something about being tired of having to take her into the loo every time she had to go. The en-suite bathroom was one of the perks to Spike's room. Willow would have really hated being paraded past the minions she could hear out in the hallways every time she had to pee.
He'd also started letting her wear some warmer clothes. Not her comfy jeans and fuzzy sweaters, but dresses with sleeves. Always and only dresses. Nice ones too. She felt silly wearing them; like a six year old playing in her mother's closet. Not that she'd ever been allowed to do that, though. Drusilla seemed to take a particular pleasure in dressing her up, as if she was a live doll to play with. Which was probably how the insane vampire saw her.
Willow was jarred out of her thoughts by a kick to her leg. After her automatic response of "Ow", despite it not hurting, she realized what had happened.
She eagerly shook Spike's shoulder, hoping that he wouldn't get too upset with her for waking him. It was nearly sundown anyway, so it was less likely that he'd sink his fangs into her until she passed out. That had only happened once, and Willow hadn't tried to wake him again since.
"Spike, wake up," Willow whispered, shaking him again.
"Leave me 'lone," he mumbled, trying to burrow his head under the pillow.
Not giving up, Willow continued shaking him. "Spike, you kicked me."
"Sorry."
"No! You. Kicked. Me." Willow enunciated every word. "Like, with your legs - kicked me."
Spike's sleep-addled brain finally started catching up. "I kicked you?" he asked, looking into her excited green eyes.
"Uh huh." Willow nodded. "I was just sitting still, thinking, and suddenly you kicked me. Can you do it again?"
"You want me to kick you?" he asked, thoroughly confused.
"Of course not. Just maybe try moving your legs."
Spike rolled onto his back and pulled himself up to sit against the headboard. His face took on a look of extreme concentration as he stared at his legs. After several long, tension filled moments, the sheet covering Spike's legs twitched.
"Did you see that?" he excitedly asked, turning to look at Willow.
"Yep. Let me try something." Willow scooted down to the foot of the bed and eased one of Spike's legs out from under the covers.
"Your skin… it's like fire," he hissed, not complaining in the least.
"You can feel that? That I'm touching you?"
"Not the weight of your hand, but I feel your heat."
Willow ran the back of one of her fingernails up the bottom of Spike's foot. "Did you feel that?"
"Tingles. Like pins and needles."
"Like when your foot falls asleep?" Willow asked, excitement in her voice.
"Yeah, like that. But sharper."
"Well, I'm no doctor, but I'd say you're getting better."
Spike suddenly tossed the sheet off of himself, causing Willow to avert her eyes.
"Oh, quit blushing. You've been seein' me starkers for weeks. Not like it's anything new." He chuckled as Willow's blush deepened. He loved teasing her like this.
Spike lifted each of his legs until they were over the side of his bed. Willow automatically went to steady his wheelchair, but Spike stopped her.
"Not getting in the sodding chair," he told her, edging himself closer to the edge of the bed, until his feet touched the floor.
Light dawned in Willow's eyes. Unconsciously, she held her breath, hoping that he didn't fall. He wouldn't like a witness to that.
"Floor's cold," he observed aloud. Willow rolled her eyes and nodded. She'd been telling him that for weeks.
"Here goes nothing," Spike whispered, pushing himself off the bed carefully.
Willow had to stop herself from reaching towards him, just in case he started to fall. Amazingly, he didn't. He was standing on his own two feet.
"Hey, look at me," he exclaimed, then wobbled and sat down. Trying to cover, he said, "I think that's enough for right now."
"How do you feel?" Willow asked, fussing over him.
"Feel bloody marvelous," he grinned, unfazed by the limited amount of time he spent on his feet.
"Do your legs hurt at all?" Willow asked.
"Just a mite. 'm sure it's just from not usin' them."
"I should have been exercising them for you. Isn't that what you're supposed to do when someone can't use their legs - or are confined to bedrest? I should have remembered from when Xander and I played Doctor. The legs need physical therapy so that the muscles don't atrophy. I'm sorry, I should have remembered."
Willow was nearly hysterical by the end of her babble. Spike gawked at her concern. He was keeping her here against her will. He wouldn't have expected her to remember something like that, let alone want to be the one to help him.
He pulled Willow up the bed until she was cradled against his side, sniffling against his bare chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, soothing her.
"Shh, don't you go gettin' all upset 'bout that. Wasn't like you were here by your own leave."
"But I should have remembered," Willow said, her words muffled by his flesh.
"I'm more interested in hearin' 'bout you playin' Doctor." Willow could hear the smirk in his voice and was smiling through her tears when she met his eyes.
"It's not what you think," she stated, blushing. "I had all of these medical textbooks I'd picked up at garage sales. Xander would pretend to be sick and I'd go through the books and figure out what to diagnose him with."
Spike laughed - long and hard. "So the innocent act really wasn't an act. You're bloody precious, pet."
"I think Xander just didn't want to play the regular kind of Doctor with me," Willow admitted. "I took what I could get."
"Boy's a moron. I've said it before, but he truly is. All boys are curious and randy as all get out. Bet he thought all you wanted to do was the boring medical stuff."
Willow shook her head in denial. There was no way Xander could have ever wanted to satisfy his curiosity with her.
Spike leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Want me to play Doctor with you?" he huskily asked, trailing a hand up her body. "Give you a real thorough exam."
Willow's heartbeat quickened at his words and touch. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined the kind of exam Spike would give her. He'd been with Drusilla for over a hundred years; certainly he would know all the right places to… check.
Willow's "Yes, please," was released on a shuddered breath, teasing Spike's senses.
His hands dropped down to the hem of Willow's dress and began to ease it up her body. "A proper examination can't be done wearing so many clothes," he informed her as the dress cleared her head.
"Of course," Willow agreed.
"Now lay back," Spike instructed. He could feel his cock beginning to stir at Willow's obedience, and the game had just begun.
"Yes, Spike," Willow complied, realizing she wasn't going to find a comfortable position while being watched as closely as Spike was watching her.
"Doctor," Spike corrected.
Willow giggled, "Yes, Dr. Spike."
He grinned. "That's better. Now, where to begin?" he mused aloud. His eyes raked over Willow's fidgeting body. His eyes settled on his bite mark and he smirked. "Well, it appears that there is an abrasion to the flesh of your neck. I must begin with a more careful study of that area."
Spike turned Willow's head away from him, exposing her long neck to his hungry eyes. Turns out it wasn't just his eyes that were hungry. He morphed and swiftly sank his fangs into the barely healed wound. After several satisfying draughts, he pulled back, putting his game face away.
"Yep, just as I thought," he surmised, sounding quite serious. "Vampire bite."
Willow giggled. Her giggle turned into a moan as Spike leaned back down to lick the fresh bite clean.
"That noise… I believe it is caused by mirth. I wonder what else can cause that noise, and if it's contagious." The utter seriousness of his tone caused Willow to giggle even more. She began to laugh fully when Spike's fingers began to tickle her sides, causing her entire body to thrash and twist in an attempt to get away.
Through her laughter, Willow panted out, "Spike, stop! Spike!"
"Ah, ah, ah; what did I tell you to call me?" He was trying very hard not to join in her laughter.
"Doctor!" Willow squealed. "Dr. Spike, cut it out."
"Very well," he sighed. "Diagnosis confirmed. Tickling exacerbated giggles, turning them into laughter."
"Well, now, I could have told you that," Willow said, wiping away a tear caused by all of her gut-wrenching laughter. "Now my cheeks hurt."
"We're just going to have to remedy that," Spike said. He leaned down to kiss each cheek.
"There, you're cured," he announced.
"Yep, all better," Willow confirmed, a big silly smile on her face. "Thank you, Doctor."
"I believe that a breast examination is called for next," Spike declared, taking one of her breasts in hand. "What's it I'm supposed to be lookin' for again?" he asked the patient as he squeezed and caressed her flesh.
"Lumps," Willow practically purred. "But my arms should be raised."
"Then get on with the arm raisin'," Spike advised.
Willow lifted both of her arms above her head, resting them on the pillow above her. Her unchained wrist looked naked, in Spike's opinion, so he leaned forward to wrap the chain around both of her wrists, binding them together.
"W-what are you doing?" Willow asked, nervous all of the sudden.
"Makin' sure you don't lower your arms during your examination. I plan on being thorough," he answered.
Sliding back down Willow's body, he began to "examine" her other breast, while taking the first one into his mouth. Willow moaned at the sensation, arching her back to get closer to Spike. His blunt teeth and tongue teased her nipple until it puckered in his mouth. When he moved to engulf her other breast, he left the first one completely alone - allowing the air to cool his saliva, causing the nipple to pucker even more until it was nearly painful.
Finally he sat back, admiring his work. "There you go, found two lumps. I hate to be the one to tell ya this, but you've got… nipples."
"But Doctor, I've always had nipples," Willow pointed out.
"Ever feel them like you do now?" he smugly asked.
"Um, no," Willow admitted. She could tell they were very hard, like the erasers on her number two pencils at home.
Spike nodded in satisfaction. "Thought so. Let's move on then. Ever had a pelvic exam?"
"Of course. My mom made me start getting them when I first got my period."
"That'll be next week, right?" he asked with that same professional-sounding detachment.
Willow paused to think. "Yeah. How'd you know?"
Spike ran his fingers down her chest, over her belly and under her panties. Grasping the edges of the material, he eased them down her long legs. "You've been here for three weeks. Four to a cycle, right?"
"Usually. I'm on the pill to keep me regular, so yeah, 28 days," Willow confirmed. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she was going to get her period while chained to a vampire's bed. "Um, Sp-- Dr. Spike, what happens when I get my period?"
"Would think you know that by now. What with you having experienced it before."
"You know that's not what I mean. Is it going to be a problem? Me bleeding from down there, for several days?"
Spike grinned at her wording. "No problem for me. Means you get a break from having my fangs in your neck for a few days."
Willow's legs, which had been starting to part for Spike's insistent hand, slammed closed. She gawked at him. "You don't mean to… eat… from down there?"
"Why not?" he shrugged. "Blood's blood, and it's just going to waste otherwise," he pointed out.
"But, that's just gross!" she exclaimed.
"Not the way I'll be doin' it," he leered.
"I don't see how…"
"Ever had your pussy eaten?" he interrupted. Willow shook her head, unable to speak with her jaw hanging open. "Thought not. It's pretty much the same thing, only I'll be swallowin' your blood 'stead of your cream."
"But I've never done that before," Willow protested.
"Won't be able to say that for long." Spike smirked and pulled Willow's legs apart, rolling himself between them. Without warning he ran his tongue along her slit, causing Willow to gasp in surprise.
His thumbs parted her lips and he inhaled the musky scent of her. He could see and smell how wet she was from all of his teasing so far. This time he ran his tongue between her folds, moaning at the taste of her. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing a startled moan from the girl spread out before him.
Willow had had no idea this could feel so good. She had touched herself before, but it hadn't felt anything like what Spike was doing. She'd known he had a wicked tongue, but she now had a whole new appreciation for it. Especially when it curled and slid inside her as far as it could go.
Willow's hands found the chain above her bound hands, needing some kind of purchase against what she was feeling. She'd much rather be threading her fingers through Spike's hair, but she'd have to settle for the hard metal to thread her fingers through.
Spike alternated between tongue-fucking his lovely patient, and mercilessly teasing her clit. Once her body was used to his tongue, he began to replace it with this fingers as he switched his attention back to her clitoris. Soon, Willow was rolling her hips in time with his fingers' strokes into her body, unheard words and sounds tumbling from her lips as her pleasure grew.
Spike's senses were overloading. He could hardly believe her body was responding to his touch so eagerly, so wantonly. He'd expected her to resist, try to push him off, protect every aspect of her virginity a little while longer. Instead, she keened and panted his name, thrust up to meet his tongue and touch.
He got so caught up in tasting her that he didn't notice his face change while he had her clit between his lips. The edge of a fang brushed against the sensitive nub, causing Willow's body to convulse in orgasm. He quickly shook his features back to human and plunged his tongue into Willow's spasming channel. The sound and feel of her orgasm triggered his own and he came against the sheets.
Willow had been unprepared for the sudden intense pain Spike's fang had caused. She was even more surprised when it rocketed her body into a more intense orgasm than she had ever given herself. Her scream of Spike's name probably woke the entire mansion, if they weren't already awake.
When her eyes finally sought out Spike's, he was licking his lips clean of her juices.
"Bloody marvelous," he informed her. "Like that now, did you?"
"I never imagined that could feel so good," she admitted. She started to reach for him as he lay alongside of her again. "Um, Spike, do you think you could let my arms down now?"
"We done with the exam?" he countered, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, I think we're done," Willow agreed sleepily.
Spike unwound the chains, granting Willow the use of her arms again, which she immediate used to pull him to her lips. Her kiss wasn't urgent, given her relaxed and sated body, but it aptly conveyed her thanks and desire.
When she pulled back, resting against her pillows, eyes struggling to stay open, Spike thought he'd never seen her look so beautiful.
"Wanna take a nap?" he quietly asked her, knowing she was half asleep already.
"Yeah, I could sleep," she mumbled, reaching for him to join her.
Spike turned and rolled Willow until he could spoon in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Wouldn't mind a little more shut-eye myself."