Fic: Thanks with Tears, Angel/Willow/Spike, 11/50
Chapter 11
Willow stood in the empty hallway staring at the door in front of her. She couldn’t believe she had actually witnessed what her brain was telling her she saw. She slowly reopened the connection she had with Spike to see if she could get a glimpse of what he was feeling. As soon as she did, she was assaulted by the moans and whimpers of the impassioned vampire.
Just as quickly as she'd opened it, she closed the link and found herself pressed against the door to her bedroom. “Wow,” she whispered before reached behind her to turn the knob and slide into the safety of her room.
Once inside, she felt her conflicting emotions crashing upon her. At first, she only giggled. Then the giggles turned into laughter, then the laughter turned into hysterics. She couldn’t stay on her feet any more, so she slumped onto the bed and held her sides until she retained some sort of calm. She wiped the tears that streamed down her face away with the back of her hand.
It felt good. She hadn't laughed like that in much too long.
Willow sighed as the last remnants of laughter washed away. She figured she should probably take a shower and try to sleep. She got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. Heading for the shower, she reached in and turned the water on before beginning to remove her clothes.
Stepping under the warm spray, Willow sighed, enjoying the feeling of the warm water against her skin. She stood for a moment and let her mind wander. Immediately, her thoughts strayed to the two vampires fucking in the room just across the hall.
The young witch shook her head to rid herself of the memories. "Stop it," she chided herself. "Think of something else."
She began to think of England and the fog, time she spent with Giles, and how pale Angel’s skin had looked as he slowly thrust into… “Stop it!” she said to herself.
As hard as she tried, her mind seemed to want to wander back to the two vampires she was trying so hard to banish from her brain. She grabbed her shower poof and poured a generous amount of gel onto it. As she washed herself, trying hard not to think of Angel and Spike, her skin began to tingle. She quickly finished washing and got out of the shower. Her attempt at distraction was apparently not working.
After she dried herself with a large bath towel, she padded into the main room and pulled out her night clothes. Slipping into the silky tank top and tap pants, Willow suddenly felt very sexy. She sighed. It had been a long time since she felt sexy, not since Tara.
She pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets. Reaching over to the bedside table, Willow turned off the lamp and settled in to get some sleep.
The harder she tried, the more elusive sleep became. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs as she replayed the erotic scene she had witnessed over and over again.
Lightly, Willow began trailing her fingertips over her sensitive skin, enjoying the little shudders that followed. She began to imagine herself in the scene she couldn’t remove from her brain.
Willow pictured herself lying below the blonde vampire. Looking up into his crystal blue eyes, she saw nothing but pure passion.
“Willow,” Fantasy Spike whispered.
“Spike,” Willow whispered back as her fantasy man pushed into her, filling her beyond anything she had ever known.
Willow thrust two fingers deep inside herself, imagining how Spike’s large erection would feel there. With her other hand, she stroked and pinched her pebbled nipple.
She gasped as Fantasy Spike leaned down and took her pert coral nipple between his lips as he suckled and licked the tender bud to tightness. As the blonde vampire dropped his head, Willow eyes locked with the chocolate brown eyes of the vampire behind him.
“You’re beautiful,” Angel whispered over Spike’s shoulder in her imagination.
Willow simply blushed and quietly whispered, “Angel,” as she felt him push deeper into Spike, thus forcing Spike deeper into her.
Willow forced her fingers deeper inside her warm core as she rubbed the heel of her hand against her swollen clit. She moaned deeper in her throat. She hadn’t felt anything like this since the day Tara had died. They had spent all day in bed and had just forced themselves to get dressed when the bullet pierced her lover’s heart and killed her immediately. Since then, any feelings like this made her feel guilty. Now she felt no guilt, just need.
“Please,” she whispered to the darkness. “More please.”
She imagined Angel smiling at her as he complied with her request, thrusting deeper and more forcefully into his childe filling them both in her daydream.
“Yes,” Willow cried, pinching the nipple to point of being painful, imagining Spike biting her with blunt teeth. She was close, she knew it, but she didn’t want the feeling to stop. Thrusting harder against her own hand, driving herself closer to the edge, she imagined looking up into the faces of the two vampires above her as they also reached their breaking point. In her mind, she wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist to dig her heels into Angel’s buttocks, pulling him even closer, spurring him on.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned once more and envisioned the look of ecstasy on her imaginary lovers' faces. Pushing herself farther, Willow finally reached her peak and tumbled over, crying out, “Spike - Angel.”
Slowly, the young witch came down from the high that was the best orgasm she had experienced in months. Her breathing returned to normal and she began to drift off to sleep, her hands still tucked away in her silky shorts.
"How will I look them in the eyes tomorrow?" she wondered. The thought was quickly pushed aside as she headed toward the most peaceful sleep she’d had in much too long.
Tbc...