A Walk in the Park

by Kallie Rose

Copyright © 2003

kallierose@earthlink.net

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I acknowledge Joss Whedon as god of gods. All the characters in this story are his creation, along with Fox, the rest of the Mutant Enemy Crew, and whomever else wants to lay claim to them. I'm merely killing time by putting them in totally unrealistic situations.
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Feedback: Pretty please.
Spoilers: Season 5, but pretty much AU.
Pairing: Willow/Spike

"Willow, can you patrol with Spike tonight? Thanks!" Buffy yelled as she scrambled quickly out the door, not waiting for an answer. The slayer had a date tonight, and apparently she had promised Giles that Spike and Willow would patrol for her as part of the terms of her early release from slayer duties.

Her two hapless victims traded glances, secretly annoyed (or not so secretly, in Spike's case) that she had dumped her 'sacred duty' on whoever happened to be walking by at the moment. Damned bitch was lucky he was in such a good mood, the vampire groused to himself.

"C'mon pet, might as well get this over with. I've got plans tonight," and he certainly did. People to kill, maybe a quick shag somewhere. Hmmm…he eyed the redhead speculatively. Maybe it was time for the next step in his little game with her. He'd have to keep an eye open and see if an opportunity presented itself.

They wandered the streets of Sunnydale silently, neither saying a word. For Willow the silence was born from not knowing exactly what to say to the vampire beside her. In Spike's case, he simply felt no need to talk. Instead, his mind was dreaming up scenarios between him and the woman walking next to him. Different ways he could take her, pleasures to which he could introduce her.

Sunnydale City Park loomed on the horizon; this was their last stop before heading home. The evening had been quiet so far, and Willow hoped that their sweep of the park would be nothing more than a formality before they headed home. She needed to do some serious thinking, and when the subject of her thoughts was right next to her, it was rather difficult to do much in the way of coherent thought.

Her hopes for a quick zip through the park were dashed when the voices reached her. Young, excited, laughing voices. She and Spike exchanged quizzical looks, wondering what kinds of morons would be walking through the park after dark.

"Bloody tourists," Spike growled, answering her unspoken question. It was a shame that the redhead was with him right now, or he'd have had himself a nice little bloodbath. No Sunnydale resident was stupid enough to be out after dark in the park, much less making that damned much noise. It could only be tourists.

As the twosome rounded the corner, Willow spied the source of the noise, and decided that Spike's claim of tourists was probably right on target. They obviously hadn't taken the Sunnydale Tourist Office's warnings about 'gangs on PCP' to heart, though.

She stopped then, watching the young adults covertly from her vantage point, still hidden from their sight. They were in a small clearing that boasted a high-backed bench large enough for two people, and little else. It was hidden from the rest of the park, a quiet vantage point for lovers who wished to keep their presence a secret from the world at large.

The six carefree teenagers, along with two adults, were seated on a blanket in the middle of the park. They seemed to be engaged in a late-night picnic, food and drinks spread out around them at random, as they enjoyed the quiet of the park and the lights in the sky. There was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, so perhaps that was the point of their little outing.

Willow's heart softened, remembering a time when she, Xander and Jesse had been innocent enough to do things like that, back before they knew about the dangers lurking in the dark. She felt a sudden kinship towards the people out there, and a wish to protect them from their own folly, if only for tonight.

"C'mon pet, let's get going," Spike whispered impatiently, his hand reaching out and pulling at her arm for emphasis. If he got her home quickly, they might still be here when he returned, ripe for the taking. The very thought made him warm and tingly inside.

He frowned when the redhead refused to budge, turning to sneak a look at her wistful face. She seemed to be deep in thought, and he suspected that it would not be easy to persuade her to leave. His spirits fell as he saw the opportunity for the much-anticipated killing-spree slip away. Probably just as well, he decided. Didn't want to make too big a splash until he was ready, might catch the slayer's attention, and he didn't want to show his hand just yet.

"Can we stay? Just for a bit?" she asked quietly, turning to face him and give him her best puppy-dog eyes.

Spike sighed quietly. She wanted to stay and watch over the bloody morons, he realized. The girl's heart was too big for her own good. He already knew that he would do as she asked, but *he* wanted to get something out of this as well. An idea occurred to him, and he decided to put the next step of his plan in motion.

"I suppose I could be…persuaded," he said noncommittally, moving to stand behind her. He ran his hands lightly over her bare arms, stroking the skin there suggestively. Just in case she didn't get the idea, he leaned into her until he was flush against her, and then ground his burgeoning erection into her ass.

She gasped, thinking she understood his intent. "When we get home, I promise to make it worth your while," she said, cringing slightly at her casual agreement to his sexual blackmail. Sure, she enjoyed the things he did to her, but it bothered her that everything was always on his terms.

"Now," he demanded quietly, his lips grazing her ear, blunt teeth nibbling at the lobe. He bit her then, the human teeth sinking slightly into the soft skin, and she jerked back against him in reaction to the unexpected pain.

"No!" she whispered, trying to wriggle out of his embrace. Her eyes darted around, finally concentrating on the innocents in the park. So far they were oblivious to the two strangers watching them, but she feared that too much noise would make them curious.

"Guess it's time to head on home then, if you're not going to keep me company?" Spike said, letting go of the redhead and taking a couple of steps away from her. He was pretty sure that if he pretended to leave, she would cave. And just as predicted, she did.

"Wait," she called after him, relief washing over her as he stopped in his tracks, and then turned to face her. The look on his handsome face was anticipatory and slightly predatory.

'Can I really do this?' Willow thought frantically. In public like this? The slightest bit of noise might bring about their discovery, and her public humiliation. She knew that Spike didn't care in the slightest bit about being discovered. Vampires didn't seem to be terribly modest. But she was different. The thought of having sex in public, where anyone could see them, terrified her. Yet, she was ashamed to admit, at the same time it excited her.

Even now her body was betraying her. She could already feel the liquid oozing from within her, soaking her panties and making her body flush with anticipation. The thought of him filling her, pushing her limits of pleasure and pain just a bit further, made her heart beat faster and her breath come just a bit more quickly.

"Okay," she whispered, defeated by her need for him, and the way he could make her feel. Willow watched with mixed emotions as he stalked back towards her, his knowing smirk firmly in place. She hated herself for wanting this, for giving in to him every time. To be honest, this was not about her protecting those people in the park. She had almost forgotten about them. When it all came down to it, this was about her and what she needed, and what he gave her--for a price. Tonight that price seemed to be her dignity.

He watched the play of emotions across her face as he walked slowly towards the small redhead. She hated him, or so the look on her face said. What he smelled was something else entirely. The scent of her arousal was so strong. He was amazed that the others in the park could not smell it. It surrounded him, enticed him, seduced him.

The demon clamored at the edges of him, demanding he take her, bend her to his will, and consume her. Knowing that he held such power over her excited him almost as much as the thought of sinking into her warm, soft body.

As he reached her, Spike grabbed Willow's arm and motioned for her to stand behind the bench. The top of the bench pressed into the soft flesh of her abdomen and hips, and she squirmed uncomfortably as he moved to stand in back of her. He pushed her down with one strong, cold arm, holding her there, as she leaned forward over the back of the bench, her hands gripping the sides of it for stability. She attempted to turn back towards him, but he growled low in his throat, warning her without words that she should be still.

With quick, deft hands, he lifted her loose flowing skirt, pushing it up and across her back. Next to go was her underwear, pushed down and resting somewhere around her ankles. He stopped momentarily to survey the pale globes of her ass, admiring the firm, rounded flesh. His mind went back for a moment to the day of the blackout, and the way that her flesh had looked when it was red and criss-crossed with his marks. He smiled briefly at the changes in his life since that day. Things were definitely looking up.

Spike dipped his right hand down to her folds, thrusting one finger into her. She was warm and wet and ready for him. He smiled with satisfaction.

He quickly unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet park. Willow looked anxiously at the people in the park, relaxing slightly when she realized that they had not heard the sound.

Spike eased the tip of his cock into her tight passage, enjoying her tight grip on his sensitive flesh. Pulling back slightly, he moved into her completely, one of his hands coming up to cover her mouth, stifling her moan of pleasure. He set up a languorous rhythm, pulling out and then sliding in to the hilt, making sure that she felt every inch that he had to offer her.

'Oh god, it feels so good, so right, and yet so totally and completely wrong at the same time,' Willow thought. The feeling of him within her coupled with the danger of her situation was exciting and frightening and arousing. And when he gave her those deep, slow strokes, he hit all the most sensitive spots, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. 'Just one more push, just like that,' she thought, 'That's it, right there.' Closing her eyes, she waited for one last thrust so she could ride the impending orgasm. He pushed in, and then…

He stopped.

Damn it, what was he up to? She was so close, teetering on the edge, and with each second he held himself within her, she felt her orgasm slipping farther and farther away from her.

"Still with me pet?" she heard the teasing words whispered in her ear, his body pressing into hers, his cock still deep inside her.

Willow thought about trying to nod her head, but decided it would be easier use her teeth to lightly nip his one of his fingers on the hand that was covering her mouth, letting him know that she was still there, and she was pretty annoyed, to put it lightly.

His husky laugh filled her senses, the sound of his voice sending chills of desire racing through her body. "Don't want you to cum just yet, pet. We've got plenty of time to kill before those morons leave. Once they're gone, *then* you get to come."

Willow groaned silently. 'Not *this* game again,' she thought. 'Haven't we done this before?' She tried to straighten up then; her intention was to leave and just be done with it, but he held her fast, leaning down again to whisper in her ear.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he hissed, anger nibbling at the edges of his voice. "I'd hate for your friends there to hear us and come check out what was making the noise."

And he would do it, she knew. He'd make good on his threat and bring the entire party into this quiet corner of the park, so that they could see what he was doing to her. Knowing that she was beat, Willow willed her body to relax again, waiting to see what Spike would do next.

He began moving inside her again, now that she was nowhere close to her orgasm. As he pumped into her, he bent down again, whispering into her ear. "What do you think they'd say if they saw this, hmm? Do you think they'd appreciate all your hard work, everything you're willing to do to keep them safe?" he whispered. The words and the spitefulness behind them made her cringe. He could be such a bastard sometimes. Most of the time, really. She was only fooling herself if she tried to believe otherwise.

And despite everything, her body betrayed her again as she felt another orgasm begin to build inside her. She tried to hide it from him, tried not to let her body show the telltale signs, but he sensed it all the same, and again he stopped, leaving their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible. "Not yet, pet," he murmured, running a hand through her soft hair.

The pattern repeated for forty-five minutes, as she waited and watched the people in the park. Time and time again he would bring her to the edge of her orgasm, only to leave her wanting. Her leg muscles were screaming in protest, her back ached, her cunt was sore, and she was just plain tired. She began to hate those oblivious tourists, almost hoping that a vampire *would* attack them, just so that she could get it over with and go home.

And then, miraculously, they began to pack up the remains of their picnic and leave. Willow sighed in relief, hoping that an end to her torment was in sight. And sure enough, as the last of the strangers left her sight, Spike began to speed up his thrusts. He went from slow, teasing strokes to bone-jarring thrusts in the blink of an eye, and soon she felt her orgasm approaching again, for what she hoped would be the last time tonight.

Spike smiled as he felt the little redhead below him start her climax. She whimpered softly, then let loose with a yell that would have brought even the stupidest Sunnydale police officer to her rescue, had the sound not been stifled by his hand over her mouth. Her muscles exploded around him, spasming and rippling around his cock in waves. As he began to cum, his demon slid silently to the surface and slowly, gently, guided his fangs into the soft flesh of her lower neck.

At first Willow didn't notice a thing. Then, as the pleasure of her release faded slightly, she felt twin icy pricks of stinging pain low on her neck. Panic threatened to overwhelm her momentarily, before the pleasure began to take over.

The feeling of his lips on her skin, his teeth on her neck, and the suckling of his mouth as it drew the blood from her body, brought Willow to another climax. This one was quieter and gentler than her previous violent orgasm, but just as satisfying.

She was still recovering from the pleasure when her world started to spin around her, and then it all went black.

Spike removed his fangs from Willow's neck, running his tongue slowly over the marks he had left. With great tenderness, picked up the redhead, cradling her body in his arms, her head resting peacefully against his chest. Perhaps he had taken a little more of her blood than he had intended, but once the taste had hit his tongue, he had been hopelessly lost. He licked the last few drops of her sweet blood from her neck, savoring the taste of her. All blood was made of the same basic components, but to this day it still surprised him how different it could be.

Willow's blood was something special, he had to admit. He'd never tasted such an intoxicating combination of innocence and gentleness, with a teasing aftertaste of darkness.

The only thought that filled his mind as he carried her the short distance to her home was that he couldn't wait to taste her again.

Continued...

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