Addicted to you
By Alrisha_3
Willow stared down at the package in disbelief. It had been such a long time, she could scarcely believe it was happening again. Tentatively, she cut through the brown paper wrapping and emptied the contents of the small package onto her bed. A slender silver dagger tumbled out, followed by a single square of paper with the words “crypt, 8 o’clock.” She stared at the note in disbelief and shivered slightly. Quickly, she hid both dagger and note before gathering up her shower supplies and heading towards the bathroom. Her legs were weak with anticipation as she stepped into the hot shower. “Have to find something suitable to wear,” she thought. Then, she closed her eyes and let the water cascade down her body as her thoughts drifted back to how it all began.
Willow glared back at Spike, hoping he couldn’t see the fear in her eyes, hear the quiver in her voice. She was terrified, but she was determined to be brave. Her eyes moved to the slumped form of Xander, then back to the angry vampire who stood over her. Something in the way he looked at her made her shudder. She had no choice but to agree to do the spell. What was he waiting for? She heard him mutter something about satisfying another need and felt him pull her to her feet before the comment registered. Before she could scream in protest, he had silenced her with a rough kiss and trapped her arms behind her. Move swiftly, he stripped her unceremoniously and tied her hands above her head. Stepping back, his cold eyes swept over her body. Willow closed her eyes, bracing what she was sure would be a harsh appraisal. When none followed immediately, she peaked through one eye to look at him. Spike was still staring at her, but she was pretty sure (even with her limited experience) that it wasn’t disappointment she read in his face. She heard a guttural growl before he bowled her over and landed on top of her. His movements were frenzied, kissing and touching and caressing every inch of her body. She should have been scared, she should have tried to get him off of her. But her body betrayed her, responding with a passion she had never felt before. Her nipples hardened at his expert touch, and the feel of his lips and tongue on her breasts sent shivers down her spine. When one hand grazed across her mound of red hair, she sucked in her breath and involuntarily arched her back to him. Spike responded by burying his face between her legs, nipping and lapping at her pussy. Just as she was at the verge of release, Spike suddenly stopped and stood to remove his own clothes. Willow closed her eyes, trying not to think about his lean, hard body. When she felt his weight on top her again, she almost begged him to stop, but the words refused to leave her throat. He entered her in one hard thrust, causing her to cry out in pain as her virginity was taken. He smiled down at her wickedly and began to thrust in and out of her slowly. The pain was quickly replaced with an exquisite pleasure, and her body responded to him again, matching him thrust for thrust. Her wrists strained against her bonds as her orgasm wracked her small frame. Bending his head, Spike bit her breast and drank deeply from her as he came. Willow had expected him to drain her completely, but he had stopped quickly, leaving her weak but alive. What followed was mostly a haze in her memory. Exhausted and confused, she had remembered little of what had happened after except for one thing. From time to time, Spike said he would send for her. She was to come to him willingly, or he would find her and take her however he wanted. The look in his eyes assured her that he was serious.
From then on, Willow had occasionally received notes or packages from Spike. The notes were generally brief, and the packages occasionally contained something that she came to learn she was expected to bring and use when she met him. The sex had always been incredible, and Spike almost always drank from her sometime during their sessions. Sometimes he would come to her in her room, and sometimes she would meet him elsewhere, in dark alleys, in the cemetery, practically anywhere. At first she had come to him out of fear, but over time that fear had been replaced by something different. As Spike’s brusqueness was gradually replaced with a somewhat gentler demeanor, Willow had found herself looking forward to each meeting with genuine delight.
Willow opened her eyes and came back to the present. Turning off the water, she slipped out of the shower and began to towel off. It had been months since Spike had sent for her, and she had started to be think he would never do so again. It had been particularly difficult once he had started helping the Slayer. They had both had to fight to maintain their composure on numerous occasions. But now he wanted to see her again. The thought filled her with both happiness and uncertainty. The last couple of months had brought a dawning realization that she was in love with him, a realization that was justified by the elation she felt when she received this latest package. But such an understanding brought great sadness with it as well. Spike was still a vampire, in spite of the recent damper on his killing ways (courtesy of Professor Walsh and those folks at the initiative). Willow was sure that he would not reciprocate her feelings, that he couldn’t possibly love her. Nevertheless, she was determined to tell him everything tonight, especially since she had no idea when she might see him alone again. And she was determined to accept him whatever he was willing to offer her, even if it was only a continuation of their far too infrequent trysts.
When Willow returned to her room, she slipped a dusty crate out from under her bed and withdrew an outfit Spike had sent in a previous package. It was a dark green silk dress, short and form fitting. She slipped into a black satin bra and panties before stepping into the dress. Willow luxuriated in the feel of it against her skin and imagined Spike’s hands touching her through the smooth material. She completed her outfit with a pair of simple black heels and examined herself in the mirror. With the dagger and note tucked into a small purse, Willow left the room and went to meet her vampire lover.
Spike paced anxiously, snuffing out a cigarette and lighting another. It was still a few minutes until 8:00, but he could hardly stand to wait any longer. He was still unsure of what was happening to him. When it had all begun, he had meant it to be a trifle, a little something to ease the occasional boredom. But as time passed, he felt himself drawn into the young witch. Each time he fed from her, it was as if a tiny fraction of her humanity become a part of him. And each time he felt her warm body pressed against his cold one, heard her moan as he came inside her, he fell deeper into a swirl of emotions. Several times, he had tried to end it, to drain her completely or at least cease their meetings. But each time he found himself unable to do so. Her passion and humanity were a drug to him. He craved her, found himself insane without her. Since the implant, he had resisted the urge to summon her to him. He couldn’t stand the thought of having her without being able to taste her sweet blood. Finally, he had thought of the dagger. If she were willing to cut herself for him, he would be able to drink from her, to feed his desperate need for her. But it had been so long, and the intent of the dagger was so obvious, he was sure she would refuse. After all, he could no longer harm her, the threat he made that first time no longer carried any wait. He was going crazy from waiting. She wouldn’t come, he was sure of it. And when she didn’t, he would greet the dawn rather than continue in anguish.
“Spike.” Her gentle voice floated through the empty crypt and echoed softly off the hard stonewalls. For a moment, Spike was sure he was hallucinating. He turned to look at the entryway and sucked in an unnecessary breath. His cigarette fell to the floor, forgotten, as he gazed at the vision before him. For a moment they stood staring at each other before he rushed to gather her in his arms. He kissed her passionately, his hunger barely controlled. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands stroked her hair and pulled her closer. He could already feel his erection throbbing in his tight jeans, begging for release.
Willow’s heart skipped as he kissed her. His strong arms held her tightly as if he was afraid she would disappear if he let go. She finally broke the kiss, needing to breath and looked into his intense blue eyes.
“You’re here.” Spike’s voice was incredulous, the look on his face one of sheer amazement.
“You sent for me,” was all she replied.
Spike couldn’t believe how much emotion he felt at that simple statement. He shook his head in disbelief, having difficulty understanding the wave of feelings that washed over him. “I didn’t think you’d come, pet.”
“I can’t resist you, Spike. You should know that by now,” she answered quietly. Her head dropped suddenly, and Spike heard her sigh deeply. “But there is something else you should know as well.”
Spike braced himself for the words that would destroy him, but Willow remained quiet for several agonizing moments before speaking again. “I love you, Spike. I know that I shouldn’t, that you’re evil, that you’re a vampire. But I can’t help myself. I tried to deny those feelings during the last several meetings, but the way I felt when you sent for me today left no doubt in my mind. I know that we can’t really be together like a normal couple, but I am willing to take whatever you are willing to offer me. I am yours, Spike, if you’ll have me.” She had practiced saying it a dozen times on the way here, but she knew she wasn’t prepared for the inevitable answer.
When Spike didn’t say anything, Willow lifted her head and searched for some reaction. What she saw was more amazement, followed by joy (?).
Seeing her need for some kind of answer, Spike tried desperately to speak. When his voice failed him, he kissed her again in response. Releasing her lips, he gazed into her green eyes and whispered, “I need you. I have tried to give you up, to deny how I felt about you, but it doesn’t work. I am going insane without you, luv. I don’t exactly know if what I feel for you is love, but I know that it makes me want to stake myself whenever I think about losing you. I’m not sure what kind of relationship we can have either, but all I want right now is you.”
With that, Willow melted into his arms. He undressed her slowly, kissing each inch of skin as it was uncovered. Slipping her out of her shoes, Spike picked her up gingerly and laid her on the makeshift bed he had prepared in the middle of the crypt. He lay next to her stroking her body gently, savoring her warmth. She responded immediately, her skin becoming flushed as her heart raced. She reached for him, tugging the t-shirt out of his jeans and slipping it over his shoulders. She kissed his chest, licking his flat nipples and nibbling at his cold skin. She struggled with his belt for one ungraceful moment before Spike stood and removed his jeans and boxers. She sat up on the blankets, reaching for his throbbing erection and drawing it into her hot mouth. Spike growled at the site of her soft pink lips wrapped around him. Her eyes flew up to meet his momentarily before fluttering closed. She gripped his ass, holding him to her face as she expertly sucked and licked him. With one hand, she began to stroke and tease his balls, her delicate finger scraping against the sensitive flesh. Spike grabbed her head as he began to thrust himself into her waiting mouth faster and faster. With a guttural moan, he came, filling her mouth with his cold seed. She swallowed quickly and continued to suck him, milking every last drop until he gently pushed her away.
Willow lay on the bed, opening herself to him. Spike explored every inch of her body, torturing her with his slow and deliberate attentions. He kissed her hard nipples and drew one hard bud into his mouth. He nipped and sucked at it, causing her to moan and arch her back to him. His fingertips stroked her other nipple, his cold touch soothing her hot skin. After several minutes, he switched his attentions not wanting to neglect any portion of her. Willow moaned louder, her body aching for release. Spike trailed kisses down her stomach before pausing to drink in the smell of her arousal. Teasingly, Spike kissed the inside of her thighs before finally tasting her. Willow shuddered at the feel of his tongue on her pussy. He nipped lightly at her clit, driving her insane with desire. He gently slipped a finger inside her and slowly began to finger-fuck her. When he could sense she was on the verge, he lifted his head to watch her come. He was awestruck by her beauty as she writhed beneath his touch. Her chest heaved with each gasping breath as her body shuddered in release.
Spike slid beside her for a moment, staring in wonder at this beautiful creature who had fallen in love with him. Willow looked at him dreamily and whispered his name again. He held her to him gently, the heat of her body almost burning him. Then slowly, he rolled her on top of him. He lifted her hips to enter her gently, and she slid herself down on his hard cock, gasping as he filled her. They remained like that for several moments, savoring the feel of each other’s bodies. Slowly, Willow lifted her hips and eased herself back onto him. She fucked him leisurely, not wanting the feeling to ever end. Spike moved with her, pulling himself almost completely out of her before plunging deeply into her. As their pace quickened, Spike felt her weight shift as she stretched her body. When he opened his eyes, he saw her steel herself to the pain and draw the sharp blade across her breast. Spike’s game face emerged as he watched the blood begin to well up. Willow fucked him harder as she lowered the wound to his hungry mouth. Spike licked at the wound frantically, tasting her sweet blood. He thrust into her harder, driving them both towards release once again. He felt her muscles clamp around him as she moaned his name. Licking at the blood that slowly clotted in the small cut, Spike shuddered and emptied his cold seed into her.
Willow collapsed on top of him in utter exhaustion. Spike felt tears slowly run down her face and worriedly pulled her head up to face him. She smiled at him, her eyes full of emotion as her tears ran down her face. “I love you, Spike,” she whispered. His yellow eyes reverted back to their familiar blue as he stared at her. He tried to speak, wanting to tell her that he loved her, but his mouth produced no sound. Willow smiled at him and nodded, understanding the emotion in his face. She kissed him lightly on the lips before laying her head on his chest and drifting into a contented sleep.