Rematch

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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Sure, take it if you want it. Just let me know where it's going so I can visit it.
Feedback: Pretty please.
Spoilers: Season 5, but pretty much AU.
Pairing: Willow/Spike

Willow's quiet contemplation of her textbook was shattered by the sound of an urgent knocking at the door. Sighing, she put the book down, one part of her grateful for a break from her studies, but another part annoyed by the interruption.

The knocking returned, louder, as she reached the door. Hiding her irritation, she put her usual cheerful face back in place and tugged the door open. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Spike standing on the other side of the door, hand raised to pound again on the door.

"'Bout time," he muttered, pushing past her into the living room. His eyes swept through the front room, searching for something or someone. "Slayer around?"

"No, they all went out to dinner and a movie," she told him, making her way back to the couch and her textbook. Willow sensed from his greeting that Spike was in a bit of a mood, and if he was just going to continue on with the two-word sentences, she might as well go back to her reading. She settled back down onto the couch and picked up the book, trying to ignore the vampire and concentrate on the text in front of her.

"They left you all alone, did they?"

She looked up at him, noting the curious gleam in his eye. As she continued to watch him, a slow lazy smile crossed his face, and she could see him giving her a speculative look.

"What are you doing to keep yourself occupied?" he asked, coming to sit down next to her on the couch. Right next to her. As in hip-to-hip, thigh-to-thigh, and shoulder-to-shoulder. If he got any closer, he would have been sitting in her lap.

Willow sighed. She seemed to do that a lot when he was around, she acknowledged. He could be a royal pain the ass when he wanted to, and tonight he was obviously not going to let her study. Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt his fingers inch their way across her right leg, his fingernails scraping slightly against her faded blue jeans.

She looked up at him, noting the intense concentration he gave to the path his fingers were taking. "What exactly do you want, Spike?" she asked him, although a part of her thought she already knew the answer. "I was going to try to get some reading done tonight before the noisy ones get back."

He smirked at her, his eyebrow rising slightly in a gesture of invitation. "Rematch, luv?"

Rematch? A confirmation of her suspicions settled upon her, and she felt her skin flush with embarrassment. Sex. He was talking about sex. Between them. Again. Her mind whirled, considering the implications.

Spike watched her skin turn from its usual pale perfection, to a bright rosy pink. He wondered, not for the first time, how such a beautiful woman could be so shy and unsure of herself. Moving his hand a bit, he rested it lightly on her abdomen, using a long slim finger to draw designs around her belly button through the thin gauzy shirt she wore. He watched with interest as her nipples hardened, grateful for the thin, revealing material of her shirt and bra.

Seeing her indecision, he decided to push her, just a little bit. She did want this; she just needed a little encouragement. He stood, facing her, his hand held out in invitation. "C'mon," he teased her, "What have you got to lose?"

'Am I insane?' she wondered for the eighth time, or was it the ninth, as she watched Spike through lowered lids. She lay naked on her bed, safe behind closed doors, but she had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.

The blonde was still standing, towering over her, as he took off the rest of his clothing. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes focused on his erection, standing proud in front of him. And it was definitely something to be proud of, she conceded. Long and thick, it was the color of hard ivory, yet it was soft and silky to the touch, as she still remembered.

He caught her appreciative gaze and smiled down at her. "Remember the rules, pet?"

She nodded slowly, thinking back to last time, and the rules that he had laid out then. 'First rule,' he had said, 'you do what I tell you to do. Second rule, I do whatever I want to.' She could hear his voice in her head saying the rules as clearly as if it was yesterday. Those words, spoken in his calm, cold voice, had haunted her dreams for weeks afterwards.

"I remember," she answered, the words barely a whisper.

He stretched out on the bed and turned to look at her, glancing from her, back to his erection, and then back to her. "Come here," he said huskily, pointing to a spot on the bed next to him.

Willow moved slowly to the spot he indicated, kneeled over him and eyed his cock cautiously. Her eyes traveled the length of his body, finally stopping at his face. Looking up at him, she saw encouragement and eagerness in his eyes, along with a fair amount of lust and impatience. She understood then what it was he wanted. She just wasn't sure she could do it.

"I've never..." she trailed off in embarrassment. Oz had never been interested in anything particularly oral; he had always been just a straightforward sex kind of guy. And since the entirety of her sexual experience lay within that one relationship, well, she'd never had anyone else on which to practice that particular skill.

Understanding dawned on the vampire, and he gave her an encouraging smile. "It's rather like licking an ice cream cone," he told her, thinking back to the first time he had pleasured Angelus in this way. That had been so many years ago. So many things had changed in their lives since then. Who could have imagined that the path that he had chosen would have led him here?

Willow leaned over him, her soft fiery hair whispering across his stomach and upper thighs. She examined his length with her inquisitive eyes, and then slowly reached her tongue out and touched him gently on the tip.

Spike loved watching the redhead explore his body, her pink tongue flicking out from between red lips. She was tentative and nervous, and completely unaware of the effect she was having on him. He could feel his cock swell as she touched it again, this time with gentle fingers, testing the texture and length of it. It was all he could do to keep from moaning, but he did barely manage to keep quiet.

'Just like an ice cream cone,' Willow thought doubtfully, once again eyeing the long hard tower of supposedly creamy goodness in front of her. Deciding to jump in at the deep end, she opened her lips and let her tongue dart out, licking the head of his cock as if it was the aforementioned ice cream cone.

Tastes exploded onto her tongue: he was musky and spicy and all sorts of other things she had never imaged. She licked him again, and then laved the tip of him with her tongue. A quiet moan greeted her efforts and gave her a bit more confidence.

She opened her mouth and used her hand to guide the plum-shaped head into her mouth, closing her lips around him, and sucking slightly. Another low moan was her reward, and a hand in her hair, caressing her neck and running through her soft tresses.

The hand helped her set a pace, and soon she was using her mouth to surround as much of him as she could, pulling back until her mouth was completely empty, and then plunging back down again.

Suddenly the hair in her hand was gone, and she felt long fingers gently pushing her legs apart. She scooted her knees apart and the fingers teased her wet slit, running from one end to the other. A moan escaped her as his talented fingers danced between her lips, and then she felt two of them glide deep inside her. Her head stopped its movement for a moment, unable to concentrate on its task while he was making such lovely fluttering feelings between her legs and in the pit of her stomach.

"Back to work, luv," he demanded, his fingers stilling their movements while still deep inside her. "And if you dare to cum before I do, I *will* punish you," he commanded, his voice suddenly taking on that steely, cold tone that he had used the first time they had been together.

Willow's thoughts raced as she started up her movements again. He was allowed to do such delicious things to her, but she wasn't allowed to cum? And just how the hell was she supposed to stop from doing that? More to the point, did she really want to? The thought of the 'punishment' he had threatened her with was almost as arousing as the feel of his fingers inside of her body.

'Bad thought,' she told herself, 'Bad bad thought.' She needed to think of something non-sexual. Something to distract her body from what he was doing to her. Wasn't that what guys did when they were trying to keep from cumming? She wracked her brain, at least as much as she was capable of at this point in time, trying to think of something suitably distracting. Then inspiration struck: that creepy little creature from Lord of the Rings. Golem; that was his name. He was always going on about 'my precious' in that scratchy eerie voice. She focused on him, drawing his image into her mind and concentrating with all her might.

Spike smirked as he watched the redheaded beauty work her magic. He was so close to blowing completely, the feel of her warm, wet lips traveling the length of his cock almost more than he could stand. But he refused to make this easy on her; she'd have to suffer a bit before he'd cum, thereby allowing her to cum. 'Just think of the slayer,' he reminded himself, feeling his member start to wilt again under his concentration.

'Oh god, he's not cumming. He's *never* going to cum. What am I doing wrong?' Willow asked herself, desperate to feel her own release. His fingers had found her g-spot, running over it and rubbing it with every thrust. She thought of every creepy and disgusting demon they had ever fought, running the images through her mind again and again, even throwing Principal Snyder and the Mayor in there for good measure, but even that wasn't helping her anymore. She just *had* to cum.

Which meant that *he* had to cum.

Time to try something more, she decided. Keeping up her up and down movement, she allowed her teeth to graze lightly along the sides of his cock. Not all the time, just a bit here and there to keep him guessing. She knew that her plan was working when she heard a long low groan come from above her, and she continued her motions.

'She wants to play dirty, does she?' Spike thought. 'I'll show her just how dirty I can play,' he decided, bringing his thumb around to worry at her clit. He smiled when he heard her answering gasp, and the increased pace of her mouth on his cock told him that she wasn't far from cumming.

But then neither was he, he acknowledged. The teeth, well, that had been a stroke of genius on her part. Even thinking of the slayer wasn't enough to help him anymore.

Suddenly he felt his balls begin to tighten, and he knew that he would lose this battle. But he wasn't about to go down without a fight. Redoubling his efforts on her g-spot and her clit, he was rewarded by the start of her orgasm, her channel beginning to contract and expand around his questing fingers. He smiled with satisfaction as he continued to stroke her g-spot, helping her to ride the waves of her orgasm for as long as possible.

Willow felt her body explode, her orgasm slamming through her in waves. 'Oh god, I came first,' she thought with dismay, her fear of punishment doing nothing to dispel the wonderful feelings. As a delicious post-orgasm languor invaded her body, she felt Spike buck his hips against her, his orgasm hitting him just as hard as hers had hit her. She swallowed desperately, trying to keep his seed from spilling from between her lips.

Finally it was over and they lay side by side on the bed, exhausted and lost in thought, each one wondering what would happen next.

"You disobeyed me, you know. Don't think for a moment that I didn't notice that," he said, his voice gruff. He turned onto his side, looking over at the redhead, and watching her eyes widen in surprise.

"You set me up. There was no way I couldn't cum, not with what you were doing to me!"

He watched the fire in her eyes as she made her accusation and smiled a bit, admitting that she was correct in her claim.

"Doesn't matter, pet. You still shouldn't have disobeyed me. Now I'll have to punish you, teach you the error of your ways."

She watched as Spike cocked his head slightly, listing to something that she could not yet hear. From the frown that tugged at his lips, she decided that it wasn't anything good.

"They're home, pet. Guess we'll have to continue this some other time."

They're home? Who was home? Then realization dawned. Oh god, Buffy was home, she realized, now beginning to hear the raised voices of her friend, Dawn, and Joyce as they walked into the house, the door slamming solidly behind them.

"Right, I'll be off then. Probably just as well; I have to think of something worthy to subject you to, seeing as you disobeyed a direct command."

Willow opened her mouth to argue with him again, and then decided that that was the least of her problems at the moment. She watched with relief as Spike opened her bedroom window, climbed through, and with a parting smirk back at her, dropped down to the grass two stories below.

Willow raced to the window, looking down to make sure that the vampire was all right. He cast one last look up at her, studying her as she studied him, and then he faded into the shadows of the night.

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