Lessons in Control
Chapter Twenty-one: You Should Have Seen It Coming
Tara placed the silver candlestick back in the cabinet.
"I don't know if I could do what you do. Sometimes I really admire you for it and other times I think you must be insane," she laughed.
"Well, I don't expect it would be right for everyone," Willow clarified. "But it works for me and Spike."
"But aren't you ever afraid-"
"No," Willow interrupted before Tara had ever finished the question. "Never. He LOVES ME, Tara and I LOVE HIM. It's hard to explain. I know other couples quote love unquote each other and I'm sure they do. But Spike and I - from the very first - have had this, I don't know, maybe connection is the word I'm looking for. And the longer we were together, the stronger it grew. It scared me sometimes, in fact, it still does. You can't imagine loving someone that passionately, needing someone that desperately… If something ever happened to him… I can't imagine, I don't want to imagine my life without him. When he goes, I go too."
Tara wanted to scream and tell her friend that there were other things worth living for. But then she thought of Spike and Willow and when they were together. The completeness, the rightness, the undeniable love that was tangible and real in their presence. And wasn't that what life was worth living for? Isn't that what everyone fought so hard to find? Maybe Willow was right. If you'd had that, and then lost it…
"So then why? Why do this at all?"
Willow blushed and giggled. "Because it's fun!"
"How did it start? Was it your idea? Spike's idea? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she clarified. "I don't mean to push."
Willow pushed in the drawer she had just lain the tablecloth in and hugged Tara lightly. "Don't ever be afraid to ask me anything, Tara. You know I trust you more than almost anybody. If it's something too private, I'll let you know."
Tara smiled and nodded, then headed into the living room and sat cross-legged on the couch.
"So how did it get started?" she asked again as Willow stretched out on the floor.
"I think it was-" she was interrupted by a commotion from above and then loud swearing in Gaelic from the front yard. They both looked out the window, saw Angel brush himself off and then jump back up onto the roof.
They both laughed.
"Angel," Willow continued. "I think it was Angel. He was lonely and he missed Spike - well, William. He's been alone for so long and I know he loves Cordy and Wes and Lorne and Gunn like family but it's not the same, ya know?"
Tara nodded.
"And Spike was there visiting while my parents were in town - it was that week you all thought Spike was cheating on me, remember?" Tara nodded again, looking slightly ashamed, but Willow took no notice of it. "They got together and talked. I don't know what they said or who's idea it originally was, but Spike didn't want Angel to be so lonely if he didn't have to be. They must have talked about the curse, and it terrified Angel, the thought of losing his soul again. That seemed to make Spike pretty sure that it wouldn't. I came down a few days later and-"
Tara was aghast. "Spike had you have sex with Angel without being sure he wouldn't turn into Angelus in the middle of it!! You're the one who gave Angel back his soul! If Angelus had gotten free, the first thing he would have wanted would have been to-"
Willow defended her mate. "Well, they told me that when Angelus was loose, he wanted me, he was going to turn me. That must mean he liked me-"
"But that was before you re-ensouled him, wasn't it? How does Angelus feel about you now?"
Willow frowned. "I never thought of that." The consequences of being naked and in bed with a vengeful Angelus hit her and she almost lost it. The room started spinning and her breath came out in ragged pants. Tara rushed to her side.
"Willow!! Willow, it's all right! BREATHE!" She whacked her on the back and Willow was so stunned she stopped breathing completely. Since no paper bag was handy, Tara put her hand over Willow's mouth, leaving only a few millimeter's space between her fingers. "Breath, Willow, slowly."
Willow tried to take a slow, deep breath but it took her a few minutes to get her breathing back to something like normal. When she was all right, Tara took her hand away and sat back.
"I'm sure he wouldn't have done that, Will. They must have done something, tested it somehow." Images of exactly what kind of testing would have been needed filled both their minds.
Willow smiled, "Do you think they…?"
Tara giggled, "Probably!" She frowned. "But would he do that without telling you first? Sleep with Angel, I mean?"
Willow shrugged, "They're vampires. And sire and childe vampires. They don't look at sex the same way as we do. For them, sire/childe sex is sort of like a Sunday family dinner to us. Something we do out of obligation."
Tara giggled, "You really believe that Spike fucked Angel out of 'obligation'?"
Willow laughed too, then let her mind wander. "What do you suppose happened?"
Tara shrugged, "I have no idea. You're the vampire expert."
Willow stood and looked down at Tara. "Spike," she said in a stern, deep voice, "I'm broody and lonely and I need some nookie."
Tara let a frown cross her features, "But, Sire" she said, looking up at Willow, "When you get all groinal you let that wanker free and nobody wants that to happen - again."
Willow sat with a heavy plop on the floor next to Tara. "That's the problem, William. Too much wanking. My hand's getting tired. And I'm out of lotion. Maybe I could use some of my hair gel."
"Look you poofter," Tara said to her sire, "You're a bloody master vampire! Order one of your pet humans to wank you."
Willow/Angel sighed heavily, "No, Cordelia'd cut my balls off in my sleep if I tried that."
"Get Percy to do it," Tara/Spike answered. "Prob'ly has lots of experience. Didn't he say he was head boy at some nancy boy school or other? There you are then. Get the head boy to give you some head. Never lose the soul with Watcher Junior sucking you off."
Willow/Angel made a face, "Wesley? No way am I having him go down on me! Give me some credit for having some taste, will you? I did choose you after all."
Tara/Spike looked appalled, "You want me to go down on you?" She threw a pillow at Willow/Angel. "No bleedin' way, sire! Get yourself another boy! I've outgrown the likes of you. Besides, Willow'd kill me."
Willow smiled, then got her stern face back under control. She stood, took what she hoped was a menacing pose, unzipped her jeans and said, "William, I am your sire and as your sire I command you to suck my willy!"
Both girls erupted into fits of the giggles and Willow fell on the floor. When they had mostly calmed down, Willow asked, in her own voice, "You think it would have worked?"
The laughing fit had made them both deliriously silly and they had rolled around quite a bit and Willow's jeans were now down around her hips. Tara stopped laughing.
She crawled over to Willow and licked her way from bellybutton down to jeans. "Sire," she said, effecting the same masculine and slightly British voice she'd used before, "I'd love to suck your cock." She pulled Willow's jeans down and off and lay between Willow/Angel's spread legs. She licked a long slow line up Willow's slit. "I can't wait to feel your cock in my throat, sire," Tara/Spike said seductively. "But I ask one thing in return." She opened up Willow's lower lips and sucked her clit into her warm, wet mouth.
Willow/Angel's hands fisted in Tara/Spike's hair. She moaned, the sensations in her pussy overtaking her. "Anything, childe," she told Tara/Spike.
The childe licked and sucked her sire's clit. Moans were coming from both of them. When Tara/Spike put two fingers up inside of Willow/Angel and curved them so that they drifted over the spongey bump that would bring her sire the most pleasure, she said, "I want you to fuck me, sire." Tara's blue eyes looked up into Willow's green ones as she pistoned her fingers in and out, hitting that place of eternal bliss over and over again.
"I want you to fuck me," Tara/Spike whispered in a soft, seductive tone that sounded very much like the one she was imitating. It was making Willow melt. "Fuck me like you used to. Slide that big, perfect cock of yours up inside me. I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anything before. I want you to pound into me until I'm bruised and bloody. I want you to come so hard inside of me that I can feel it in my throat. And when you're done I want you to fuck me again. I want you to fuck me slow and sweet and soft. I want to feel your body skim across mine. I want the only thing between us to be the sweat that drips off your muscled chest onto my back. And when you cum, I want you to bite me, to claim me, to remind me that I'm your childe and you're still glad you made me."
The whole time she spoke, Tara/Spike's fingers curled into Willow/Angel's g-spot. When she starting talking about their second mating, her thumb circled her sire's clit.
When she said, "…glad you made me." Willow's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and spurted from her body in an arch that shot out and hit the couch. Tara moaned her delight at Willow's passionate response, licked her clean and pulled her up close, soothing her and petting her hair as her body recovered from the earth-moving but exhausting orgasm.
What the girls hadn't known was that Spike and Angel had finished cleaning the gutters and had come in the kitchen door as they were discussing Willow being in danger the first time she'd been with Angel. Spike had been ready to storm in there indignantly, but Angel had stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder and motioned for him to be quiet. He wanted to see how Willow and Tara would work it out and whether he and Spike should maybe hide for a few days until they calmed down.
They listened with rapt attention to the story as it unfolded. They'd almost stopped the girls, their story hadn't been that far from the truth, it was kind of eerie. They wanted to join the girls, but Spike decided against it. He wanted to hear what Willow really thought about his and Angel's relationship. He knew what she'd said, but maybe she was keeping something back. Turns out she'd been keeping a lot back.
When the girls were through, and the guys had managed - somehow - not to cum in their pants, Spike walked over to the pantry and pulled out two liquor bottles. A bottle of Jack for himself and a bottle of Crown Royal for Angel. He'd handed Angel his bottle and motioned for him to precede him onto the living room. Angel shot a very quiet but adamant, "No!" at his childe, but Spike countered with, "I owe her - you owe her!"
"What about Tara?" Angel rebutted.
"After today, she'll beg to be Willow's first childe."
Angel couldn't argue with that. He grabbed the bottle and walked into the living room and sat on the couch. He completely ignored the girls. He up-ended the bottle and swallowed half of it in one swig.
Spike came in and took his place leaning against a nearby wall. He took a swig as well.
"Beautiful?" he said to Angel, ignoring his wife and their girlfriend. The girls knew that something weird was happening and kept quiet. Plus, they were still exhausted.
Angel looked up at Spike, knowing he had to get this right - just as it had been the first time. "Everybody thinks she's beautiful, Spike. Or hadn't you noticed?"
"Oh, I noticed, mate. I notice every bleedin' day. And don't think it doesn't kill me that they're lookin' at 'er. I saw her first, I saw what she was, what she wants to be. They're all just wanderin' in after the orchestra's started."
"No, Will. I noticed too - before. But after Angelus, after she gave me back my soul, by then it was too late. You'd already fallen in love with her."
Willow's head shot up. What?! Spike was in love with her before Angel got his soul? That couldn't be right.
Spike was going on, seemingly indifferent to Willow's confusion. "What about now?"
Angel sighed, "What about now?"
"You still want her?" his eyes held the same hurt that they'd held the first time he asked this, all those months ago in Angel's office in LA.
Angel looked around, as he had that day, as if he didn't know how to answer. Then he confessed, "Will, I love you. I've always loved you. But it's been too long and I'm too tired. Fighting the good fight for the Powers is… the loneliest job in the world. I don't have the energy for the fight anymore. At first I did it for Buffy, to be worthy of her. But that's not enough anymore. I don't think it ever was."
"'Bout time you got your head straight about Slutty."
"No, Spike, stop. I told you before, it's not a competition. I know you hate her because she's the Slayer. But you hate her more because I loved her." Angel hung his head, as he had before, this was all still too emotional.
Spike's eyes went to Angel. He walked to him - again - and got down on his knees in front of him - again. He looked up into his sire's eyes.
"Loved?" he asked. "Past tense?"
Angel smiled and ran his fingers through that soft platinum blond hair. "Past tense - for all the ways that matter, anyway." His hand cupped Spike's cheek. "But you, Will, will never be past tense. You will always be mine and I will always be yours."
Spike's face looked to the floor, "And I will always be Willow's."
Angel smiled and lifted Spike's eyes to his own, "So, as your sire, she'll always be mine as well."
Spike growled. Angel leaned down and affectionately kissed his cheek, "I'm just joking, Spike. Not that I wouldn't take her if you gave her to me, but I'd never take her from you." He was smiling.
Spike saw the truth and smiled up at his sire. Angel sobered, seeing that smile. "Not that I wouldn't sometimes like to take you from her though," he whispered.
Spike was startled and stood, pulled away from Angel.
Angel was instantly sorry he'd let his emotions show through. "Spike, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" he reconsidered. He'd done his Will too much harm in the past with lies, half-truths and deceptions, he didn't want to do it again. "I couldn't anyway," he said instead. "You hate me…"
"No, sire," Spike confessed, weary, tired of this same old argument. Turning back to face Angel, he said, "I've always loved you, it's just…"
"We don't get along." Angel finished.
"Too different," Spike said.
"And too much alike," Angel admitted.
They both stood for a minute looking like they didn't know where to go from here.
"You said 'sometimes'…" Spike said, suddenly.
"Huh?"
"You said 'sometimes' you'd like to take me from her."
"Yeah?" Angel asked, confusion evident.
"But not always?"
Angel was beginning to catch on. He looked happy for a moment, then sighed. "Spike, look, its no good. Face it, love has changed you. You could never deceive Willow that way and I… I love her too, as a really good friend - and as the mate of my childe, and I won't lie to her either."
Spike went over and sat next to Angel, "You're right, I wouldn't and shame on you for thinking it."
"You mean you're going to tell her that we're fucking?" His eyebrows furrowed, considering then said, "We are gonna fuck, right? Please tell me at the end of this, there's fucking." He sounded a little desperate and Spike laughed.
"Yes, sire," he said, falling to his knees and unbuttoning Angel's slacks. "At the end of this, after I talk to Willow, there will be fucking." He took Angel's rapidly hardening cock into his mouth and sucked, then pulled back and added, "If Willow says it's okay." He wrapped his lips back around Angel's cock.
The next morning Willow woke in an amazingly good mood. After her classes, she headed over to Giles for the obligatory Monday night research session with a spring in her step and a whistle on her lips. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, she had the perfect life with the perfect mate and the perfect family…
"Xander! Can you please control your girlfriend!" Buffy was screaming. Anya was behind Xander, clawing to get past him; it looked like she was trying to scratch Buffy's eyes out.
"Xander is mine, you hussy!" Anya screeched from behind Xander's back, "And you keep your super-strong hands off of him!"
Willow turned to Giles who shrugged, then toward Riley who about-faced and plopped down on the couch, his head resting in his hands.
"I never said-" Buffy's shout was interrupted by an ear-splitting whistle.
"Now that I have your attention," Willow said calmly, "Would someone explain what's going on here?"
Four mouths opened and started yammering at once and Willow had to only move her fingers in the direction of her lips for all the mouths to snap shut. Willow pointed at Xander.
"We were discussing some high school stuff… " he hesitated and looked a little embarrassed. "Team Hyena, to be specific…" he hesitated again. He knew this memory was not a pleasant one for Willow; he had treated her horribly.
"And I merely said that Xander was dressing better and acting kinda sexy, right up until he became the asshole of the year and tried his hand at sexual assault." Buffy added. Anya looked murderous again. "But I'm totally over that whole 'bad boy' thing," Buffy added quickly, "It's boring ol' good guys for me from now on."
"Thanks a lot," Riley muttered from the couch.
Anya looked ready to rage and Riley looked like he was about to cry.
"Got it," Willow said, understanding now where all the hostility was coming from. "Buffy, Xander, would you excuse us please,' Willow said as she walked to the couch and grabbed Riley's arm and then grabbed Anya on her way back out the door.
She led them to a table and chairs on the patio in front of Giles' apartment and motioned for them to sit. She did also. She looked at Riley.
"No new demons to slay?"
"Not a one," he answered grimly.
"Haven't been any new monsters for what…"
"Eighteen days, thirteen hours-"
"- and twelve minutes," Anya finished, looking at her watch.
"And Buffy's getting twitchy," Willow said knowingly.
"And she's recalling those glory days of high school," Anya said impatiently.
"Again," Riley added.
"And her white knight, Xander is right there with her," Anya finished.
"Again," Riley added. Willow nodded. This was the pattern that seemed to repeat itself whenever there was a lull in the workload.
"Riley, you're twenty-two and Anya's eleven hundred but with a nineteen year old's ID. Why don't you go buy her a drink? In fact, why don't you buy her five? I'll clean up here."
Riley sighed. He'd had it with Buffy and Xander for the night, but he didn't want to leave Willow to deal with it either.
"I'm sure," she answered before he'd had time to ask. Riley took Anya's arm and led her in the direction of one of Sunnydale’s many liquor stores.
When Willow returned, Giles had retreated to the solitude of his room 'Chicken' and Buffy sat at the desk pouting while Xander did his childish display on the couch.
"You drive them away, you know," Willow told them. "Every time your life gets boring, you drag them into stories they've both heard a million times and would probably live long, happy lives never hearing again."
"What long life?" Buffy said sullenly. "This is Sunnydale, nobody lives a long life."
"Except Deadboy and Junior," Xander added with twinges of both jealousy and condemnation.
It didn't take long to figure out. "Who died?" Willow asked sadly, sitting down next to her oldest friend on the couch.
Buffy's eyes got teary, "Mrs. Drummond and her two grandsons."
Willow's stomach did a flip-flop. Mrs. Drummond had been Jesse's next door neighbor and her grandsons had been coming to visit her every summer since they were three. They were twins who were almost identical and their birthday was the same day as Xander's. Every July, Mrs. Drummond would throw a pool party to celebrate their combined birthdays. Xander would probably have never had a birthday party if not for the kind old lady. And she had been a true lady, in every sense of the word.
"How?" Willow felt stupid for asking; it had to have been vamps since the two boys… men, could have easily stopped a simple mugging. Life in Sunnydale was indeed perilous.
"A drunk driver," Xander answered. "Some lame ass teenage kid who got drunk and took his dad's Lexus out for a spin."
The three friends sat together and cried and talked, told stories about Oliver and Steve, and mourned the passing of more good friends.
Eventually things calmed down and Xander busied himself studying Giles record collection. He put on a few that were favorites, and another few just to make fun of the words or the bands. When he pulled out a Bon Jovi record, he was aghast. "Giles bought Bon Jovi?" He couldn't believe it.
Buffy raised her hand, "Guilty. It's mine. Or rather, Mom's. She kept playing this one song over and over and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I brought it over here to hide it. It was a couple of years ago, I'd forgotten it was here. I guess I should take it back, huh?"
Xander had slipped the album out of the cover and placed it on the turntable. "Which song?" He handed the cover to Buffy and she perused the titles on the back.
"I don't remember. I don't think it was a bad song, it was just that she kept playing it over and over."
"'It's My Life'," Dawn said, walking over toward the group. She'd walked in as Xander handed Buffy the album cover. "Nana was giving her a hard time about her "lifestyle choices" and how she was raising "heathen children" who never went to church, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Buffy said, smiling. "Funny though, I can't remember the words at all now."
"Shh," Xander said as the song started.
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
"This is me," Buffy said proudly as the first verse finished. Dawn shushed her.
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
"This should be all of us," Giles said from the stairs. The room got quiet again as the song went on.
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
"Ain't that the truth," Xander said glumly and they all silently agreed.
It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life
Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down
Dawn moved to sit in front of Buffy and Buffy wrapped her arms around her sister. Willow moved closer to the pair and rested her head on Dawn's shoulder. Xander took Dawn's hand with one hand and wrapped the other arm around Buffy's shoulders and ran his fingers through Willow's soft hair. This is how they'd made it this far. By standing together, by not giving up on each other no matter what terrors they faced. Giles even felt moved to come sit beside them on the floor.
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's My. Life!
As the song finished, several eyes were wet, some had already shed a tear or two. Buffy was the first to speak.
"When I was chosen and I saw how strong I was and what I could do, I thought I was invincible. Then Merrick died, and I was so lost. Even if the vamps didn't get me, they could take away the people I loved. I swore I was never going to love anyone. I never loved Pike and that's why he left.
"But then I came here and I met all of you and you helped me. I had to do this because I was chosen. But you guys, even though you're not destined for it, you fight for your life every day at my side. Sometimes you fought for me when I couldn't, or wouldn't.
"I know we fight, and we sometimes don't like the choices the others make. But life is too precious to waste it on what-might-have-been's. We have to live every day like its our last because ya know, it just might be. So even if I don't agree with your choices, guys, always follow your heart and do what's right for you."
She was thinking of Xander and Anya when she said this. And of Willow and Spike… and Angel.
But Dawn was thinking about what Willow and Tara had said to her about Spike.
So was Willow.
Over a month had passed and the Hellmouth returned to its fiendishly evil self. New monsters appeared and Buffy and Riley were once again snug as could be and Xander had taken Buffy's speech to heart and proposed to Anya.
One Thursday night when an early patrol had produced no sign of monster-type activity, Buffy and Riley went out for a rare night at the movies and Xander and Anya went to bed to once again practice for their impending honeymoon.
While Spike thought that sounded like a nifty idea, Willow was restless and convinced her whipped vampire to take her to the Bronze.
The lights were dim but Spike could see fine as he walked toward the bar. It was crowded in the Bronze tonight. A bright cloudless day had brought out even the gloomiest citizens. The rain had finally cleared, re-invigorating everyone and making them want to get out, to move.
The want of activity had carried over from day to night, making the Bronze into a crowded, cheerful party zone.
Spike had been in Willow's arms on the dance floor when Tara arrived. Spike called her over to keep his woman company, needing to feed and wanting a beer. The feeding had been easy enough. A bloke with too much to drink had backhanded his girlfriend in the parking lot and Spike had sent him home groggy with an unnatural hickey and the threat of a vile death if he ever touched her in anger again.
He was making his way to the bar when he saw her.
Dawn.
Dressed to kill in a clingy shirt and skirt and high heeled sandals. Standing by the dance floor, swaying to the music. Eyes on the dancers, one couple in particular, if he wasn't mistaken. Two beautiful women holding each other close as the beat took control of their bodies. Molded together, dancing, touching, kissing. Waves of energy radiating from them. Sensual, sexual, magickal.
He looked around. Sent out eyes and senses to see if the Slayer was near. Didn't need Big Sis staking him if he was going to do this.
Not here. Good.
Seemed like many of the patrons were caught in the spell of the two witches. Spike stopped to appreciate the sight of his wife, Still can't get over that - married! and their lover on the dance floor. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything more erotic than this. The changes in Willow since she'd been with him were amazing. She was more confident, more overtly sexual.
And she'd stopped caring what inconsequential strangers thought of her. Starting living her life for herself, and for him, and for whatever took their fancy. Looked like right now Tara was taking her fancy. He couldn't wait til he got them home. A witch sandwich with him as the meat. The Willow he'd met years ago wouldn't be caught dead even kissing another woman on the dance floor of the Bronze. But now…
His eyes moved back to Dawn. Some teenage git was trying to paw her and she was shrugging him off. The git didn't seem to be listening. Spike had confidence that Dawn could stop the berk's unwanted attentions without his help; but he'd seen how she'd been a moment before, woven in Willow and Tara's spell, and he wanted her to get back to that as soon as possible.
That, and there was no way some bloody snot-nosed schoolboy was going to get away with touching what was rightfully Spike's. Or would be, soon.
"Dawn?" She was absently swatting at the brat as she watched Willow and Tara and didn't hear him at first.
"Bit."
She turned, saw his amused face, saw him look her over from top to bottom, saw his eyes smolder. He shrugged toward Bobby.
"This something you're wanting to take home?"
She smiled at the joke.
"He's just a boy. From school. He'll go away." Her eyes went back to the dancers. Spike flashed a ridged brow and golden eyes at the whelp before returning to human face and saying, "Go away. Permanently."
Bobby got gone.
Spike stepped up behind Dawn; watched with appreciation the gentle sway of her hips as she moved to the music. Put a hand at her waist. Inched a finger under the hem of her blouse.
"Just a boy?" he whispered in her ear. "You've moved beyond mere boys then, Bit?"
He heard her heart race, felt her skin heat, her body quicken. She didn't turn around.
She didn't answer him.
"Would you like to?" Full hand worked its way under the cotton blouse and he skimmed across her stomach. Pulled her back against him. Let her feel what the mood and the music and the witches and her own body had done to him.
She moaned.
He smirked.
Moved his hips in time with hers, still rocking in time to the beat. Wrapped his arm more securely around her waist.
"You're mine, Bit. You've always been mine. I'll have you eventually. It's up to you whether that time's sooner or later."
She leaned her head back, rested it against his shoulder, eyes never leaving the sight of Willow and Tara; she needed something safe, familiar and comfortable to hold on to while all of these new sensations ran through her body and mind. And Willow and Tara were both safe… and familiar… and comfort-
Maybe not when they were dancing like that. What was that term Anya had used? Vertical sex.
"Do you want me to be the one, Bit? Do you want me to be the one to touch you? Make your skin tingle and burn? Want me to be the one to take you over? My lips kissing you? My hands caressing you? My mouth tasting you? My cock buried so deep inside you, you feel like you'll split in two?" His voice was a seductive purr and it entered her ears and wrapped around her brain and sent liquid passion roaring through her body to swell in her breasts and collect between her thighs.
"Yes." It was a whisper. Half a whisper.
His hand moved down, over her skirt and back up underneath. Slid a finger over her panties.
"So very wet for me, Bit. That's my good little girl."
He took her hand and led her to the back hall, where the rest rooms were. Opened the alley door and pulled her outside. She was flushed, panting.
Backed her up against the brick wall. Put his hands on either side of her head. Leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Tell me you want this."
"I want this," she said, desperate.
"Tell me you want me."
"I want you, Spike."
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you, Spike, you know I do."
"Tell me you're mine."
"Always."
He took a step back and she panicked.
He looked in her eyes; she knew he was about to say something life-changing.
"Tell me you know I'm Willow's, that I'll always be Willow's. That you are Mine, my lover, my passion, my love, my childer eventually, but that you understand that I will Always. Be. Willow's."
This was what Willow had meant. All that he offers. Only what he offers.
"Being Willow's is part of what makes you Spike," she answered.
Full marks and bonus credit!
His mouth crushed hers and it was like being hit by an act of God. All-powerful.
He kissed his way across her cheek, down her neck.
"I'm not going to fuck you in an alley, up against a wall."
Dawn let out a frustrated gasp. Spike smiled.
"Not yet," he chuckled. He sucked the flesh above her pulse point into his mouth. "The first time I make love to you, it'll be done proper. I'll do right by my L'il Bit."
His hand moved up her thigh, sending those nerve endings into overload. Slid one finger under her panties, through her slick folds and round and round her clit.
"But I never leave a lady unsatisfied." He dropped to his knees as he pulled up her mini-skirt. Used a flash of fang to rip her knickers and pulled them from her body and stuffed them in his pocket.
All of the blood in Dawn's body rushed to her center as Spike's mouth closed over it. She instinctively went onto her tippie toes and arched her back, fingers gripping whatever surface of the brick that they could.
His thumbs opened her up to his eyes and his mouth; his tongue lapped at her clit; he wanted more. Used the backs of his hands to nudge her legs further apart.
"You like that, baby?" he asked between sips of her. She nodded, not realizing that he couldn't see her head, she'd have to answer him audibly.
But she'd stopped thinking. He was making noises, moaning and sucking noises and she thought that alone would make her climax. His tongue was circling her clit and the pointed tip was hitting a spot right on the edge that…
His teeth grazed over the same spot.
"Oh, oh, oh, oooooooooh. Oh, oh SPIKE!"
She came in his mouth and he stuck his tongue further inside her, coaxing the liquid from her body. She came once more from his tongue probing her cunt and he groaned his approval - and his frustration. He wouldn't take her virginity this way. Not in an alley. Not up against a wall. Not with her skirt wrapped around her waist and her pussy wet and dripping for him -
This isn't helping!
His mouth eased in its ministrations, but he continued to kiss and lick at her outer lips as she came down.
When her body relaxed, he stood, leaned into her. "You have the sweetest quim, baby," he told her and then proved it by taking her mouth in a kiss, enticing her mouth to open and forcing her to taste her Sweet-Tart cum in his mouth.
"I want you at my house tomorrow night," he whispered in her ear when she had finished licking the remains of herself from his mouth and tongue.
Dawn, still high from her climax, nodded.
"I'm going to make you mine, Dawn. Only mine, for once and for all. If you don't want that, don't come. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"If this happens, you're mine. No one else touches you, no one else gets near you. If you play, its by my rules, at my command, and only with those I allow."
This last sank in.
"You - you mean, 'sex'" she whispered the word, "With other - other people? Other than you?"
He smiled, she was still so innocent and he wanted to keep that, for as long as she'd let him. From her enthusiastic response to him tonight, though, that probably wouldn't be too long.
"Only if you want to, baby," he assured her. "I'll never make you do anything you don't want to." He slipped a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"You're my sweet L'il Bit. I'd never hurt you, baby." He kissed her, closed-mouthed, soft. "And no one knows. You don't tell a soul. You're still jailbait - not to mention stake bait - in this bloody country."
She bit her lip, looking worried.
"You're old enough, Sweet Bit. Old enough for me. Old enough for this," two fingers entered her and she moaned and ground into his hand.
"My little girl is going to learn all kinds of womanly things, don't you worry."
His voice turned dark and charming and sweet and oh-so-arousing. He wiggled his fingers inside her. "You want to be my baby, baby? You want to be my little girl? Let Daddy play with your goodies?" The thumb and forefinger of his free hand tugged at one of the nipples pushing at her shirt. "You've got Daddy all hot and hard; made Daddy want to do deliciously naughty things to his baby girl." He removed his fingers from her cunt and brought them up to his mouth, sucked her essence from them.
She licked her lips. He smirked.
"Playing Daddy gets you hot."
He straightened her skirt, her blouse. Kissed her again.
Led her back inside. Took her over to her friends.
"You girls got a ride home?" he asked them.
Gap mouthed stares accompanied their nods and he leaned over and kissed Dawn on the cheek before winking at the girls and taking his leave.
He joined Willow and Tara at their table. The girls smiled slyly at him.
Willow spoke first, "Saw you leave with Dawn. Get everything settled then?"
Spike smirked, kissed her deeply, open mouthed.
"Yummy," Willow said, tasting Dawn on his lips.
"You birds ready to go? I got an inch needs scratchin'."
Willow and Tara giggled. Grabbed their purses. Went home and spent several happy hours scratching all Spike's itches.