Spike-Sitting by Emmy

Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story.
All song lyrics are from the Clash album London Calling.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net
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Author's Note: This is a fun little PWP. Set in season 4, Spike is still under lock and key at Giles' house. AU, of course.
Thanks to my betas, Sophia and LaDy SiN, they are the best. All mistakes are mine alone.
Pairing: Willow/Spike

Buffy tossed her stake from hand to hand. She glared at the blond vampire a moment longer before turning her hard gaze to her watcher. "You thought this would be a good idea, why?"

Giles ripped his glasses off his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Buffy, I had no idea this would happen...I had no way of knowing he would behave this way."

Buffy rolled her eyes and looked at Xander. Her friend was staring in muted shock at the vampire before him, his mouth gaping open. "Xander?" Buffy asked.

Spike ignored him and continued to dance around his corner of the living room, headphones plugged into his ears. "I killed all my nerves! My nerves? What swerves?" he sang, loudly. "And I can't drive so steady!"

Giles shook his head. "I say, man! You're destroying good music with your wailing!"

"The Clash," a voice said from the doorway. "He's listening to my CD- I wondered what happened to it."

It was then that Spike decided to interject into the conversation. "Red!" he exclaimed. "Good music, this. Thanks for the loan!"

Willow glanced at Buffy who had gone back to staring at Spike, a look of disgust on her face. Turning to Giles, she waited for an explanation. Giles cast a small smile her way and cleared his throat. "I've got to make a quick trip up to San Francisco. Something's come up. I'll be gone a few days, and as you know, Buffy is going to visit her father this weekend. Xander also has plans."

"Yes, well," Giles continued. "As we are all busy and we can't very well leave Spike unattended-"

"What we're asking, Willow, is if you have plans this weekend. Starting tonight?" Giles questioned.

"You're looking pretty hot in your pork pie hat but...Look out! Look out! Skyjuice...ten cents a bottle!" Spike sang at the top of his lungs.

Willow smirked in the vampire's direction. "Yeah, sure, I'll Spike-sit. We can't leave him alone when he's like this, that's for sure."

Buffy grinned. "Great! I'm leaving for LA, then. You have all my numbers, right? Call me if anything happens. I can be here in, like, an hour an a half if I need to be."

They said a quick goodbye and told Buffy to be careful as she walked out the door. Xander smiled at Willow. "Anya and I will be at her place if something big should happen," he said, following Buffy out.

"It's no problem, Giles. I do have one question, though. How did Spike end up dancing around your living room?"

Giles shrugged. "I'm not sure, actually. I thought he might like something besides blood to drink so I offered him some coffee."

The watcher shook his head. "No, the coffee is just a part of it. This is the result of the coffee, cocoa puffs, and several doughnuts. I think he may have snagged some of Xander's snack cakes as well."

Once again Spike interrupted the conversation. "When they kick at your front door, how you gonna come? With your hands on your head, or on the trigger of your gun?"

Giles watched Spike bounce around to the beat of the music. "Quite an interesting taste in music you've got, Willow."

Giles chuckled. "I'm not complaining. I went to several Clash concerts back in the day."

Giles nodded. "Among others. I'll only be gone until Sunday evening. You can stay here, if you like. Spike's taken to sleeping in my guest room."

After assuring Giles that she didn't need anything, he grabbed his bags and Willow walked him to the door. They said goodbye and Willow locked the deadbolt behind him. She'd only just turned around when she suddenly found herself pinned against the door between two pale arms, a grinning vampire in front of her.

Willow shook her head. "Not really. You were doing that on purpose, though...the bad singing. But, that aside, I gotta say that I really enjoyed the dancing you were doing...it was very entertaining."

Willow sat on Giles' couch her history book in her lap. Spike was on the floor at her feet painting her toenails. Willow smiled at her lover. "That tickles."

She glared at him. "I thought you wanted me to finish my homework early so that we could play for the rest of the weekend."

Spike grinned and picked up a bottle of blood-red polish. Willow looked at him and shook her head. "Spike! That's the fourth color you've chosen! What are you doing?"

Willow caught herself before she rolled her eyes knowing that Spike would think she was mocking him. "What sort of masterpiece?"

Willow let him continue without further interruption. She had just read the last line of the chapter when Spike started kissing his way up her legs, bunching her skirt up as he went. "Your toes are dry."

Willow moaned as his tongue found the back of her knee. He nipped the skin there lightly with blunt teeth, causing Willow to shiver. He continued to kiss a path up her right leg, his hand trailing soft patterns upward on her left. He reached her inner thighs and began placing soft, open mouth kisses on each one. Willow was panting and the smell of her arousal alone had Spike hard and ready. He snaked his hands up around her waist and untied the wrap-around skirt she wore. Willow lifted her hips and allowed him to remove her panties. He leaned in and flicked his tongue across her clit. Willow moaned loudly at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to hold his face to her aching core until she came. Spike looked up at her and grinned. "Miss me, luv?"

His fingers began stroking her wet center, and Willow bucked against him. "Goddess, Spike! It's been too long...I need you now. Take me, please."

"That's all you had to say." Spike said as he stood and gathered her in his arms.

He walked them to his bedroom and placed her on the bed. She gazed at him, her pupils dilated, her want evident. Spike slowly pulled his shirt over his head, then kicked of his boots. He unfastened his belt and jeans, and walked over to the bed. Willow reached up and grabbed him, pulling his lips to hears. Their tongues danced in a passionate kiss, and Spike felt Willow's hands slip inside his jeans to caress his bare ass. He growled when she pinched him lightly. "Witch..." he said in warning.

Willow just smiled at him and slowly lowered his jeans, freeing his erection. Her mouth claimed his again as she began to stroke his hard shaft. Spike moaned into her mouth when she pulled his foreskin back and touched his sensitive head. Willow broke the kiss and pushed him back on the bed, removing his jeans completely. She moved back up and placed a quick kiss on his lips before beginning to kiss her way down his cool body, stopping every few inches to lick or nip at his skin. By the time she got to his dick he was struggling for control. His demon had emerged and Willow knew he was teetering on the edge. He was close.

Spike sat up and grabbed her just before she wrapped her lips around him. "No. I want to fuck you into the mattress. Now."

Willow squealed as he grabbed her and tossed her onto her back. She spread her legs and Spike drove himself home. They both moaned at the feeling of him inside her hot center. Spike set a brutally fast pace, his thrusts hard. As he pounded into her, Willow screamed in pleasure and met each of his thrusts with her hips. Spike reached between them and flicked her clit. His own control slipping, he wanted her to come with him.

"Spike!" Willow screamed as she came, her tight channel milking him of his own release.

Spike roared as he came, her name on his lips. They both lay panting on a very disheveled bed. Spike looked at her and grinned. "Cor, luv!"

Spike nodded and lowered his lips to hers, claiming them in a gentle kiss. "You're going to be sore."

Spike smirked at her. "Well, yeah, luv. There was a lot of build up- tension, you know? Going two whole days without sex will do that to a vamp. I missed you."

Willow just laughed and got up. "Be right back," she said as she walked into the bathroom.

Spike sat on the bed and waited. Her shriek told him she'd seen her toes, and he smiled.

"Spike! My toes look like...like multi-colored Christmas lights!" Willow said, coming back into the room.

"Love you, too," he said with a smile as they settled down on the bed once more.

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Spike-Sitting

by Emmy

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