Sex101
Chapter Ten
Willow had heard about this kind of massage before. It was called A Happy Ending.
Her feet dragged as she made her way through the cemetery. She couldn't do this - couldn't touch Spike's…
She made a quick about-face and headed back toward the dorm. She couldn't, she couldn't…
She turned around again and walked with leaden feet back toward Spike's crypt. Maybe if she'd known how to do this Oz wouldn't have been so unhappy with her.
And it was only fair to return the favor. Spike had given her a… Happy Ending… two days ago. Oh, gosh - I can't believe --! She'd been dreading this eventuality for almost two whole days. As soon as Spike told her that she was going to have to learn how to… how to… do that - to him - she'd been…
Well, to tell the absolute truth, at first she'd been kind of tingly. But after that - right after that - she'd been uncommonly nervous. Even for her. Her normal nervous was nervous enough but uncommonly nervous was just too much. Buffy knew right away that something was wrong but Willow put it down to the manufactured headache that Spike had invented. She'd had to hold onto that fiction yesterday too because she was still so anxious she couldn't think of anything else to explain her behavior.
And then last night at the research session, Anya had come to her in the kitchen and whispered that Spike had stopped by the store to tell her to pass on the message that Willow was expected at his crypt at six the following evening. Willow had almost "eep"d herself right out of her orange sneakers.
So now here she was. On her way to Spike's crypt to… no, she couldn't do it. She turned around, then turned around again, going in a circle. She had to, whether she believed she could or not.
This wasn't about her, per se. It was about Oz - or whoever would replace him. She had to know - had to know for sure if there was anything she could have - should have - done differently. She walked the rest of the way to Spike's crypt with her Resolve Face firmly in place.
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"Don't look so glum, Red. Not gonna bite ya."
"I'm not - what was it you said? Glum? I'm not glum, I'm nervous."
There, she'd said it. She'd told him she was nervous, now she'd see what he did with it. She was looking down at the floor and noticed that he was shoeless and that made her mind focus with blinding clarity on exactly what she was doing here.
Spike wasn't someone you touched, he was someone you feared; how could she have forgotten that?
It wasn't until she looked up and saw that he was shirtless, too, that she got really nervous. That fear made her resolve harden. She was here for a purpose. It was now or never. She'd never survive it if she put this off.
"Let's do it."
He was surprised by her about-face. She even marched over to the ladder and went down. He went after her and jumped down without using the ladder, following her into the bedroom.
"What's up? Why the change of heart?" He sat down in his chair and pulled out a cigarette, looking for all the world like he hadn't a care. If he could disregard the bottle of lube on the bedside table, so could she.
Willow almost held her breath. If she had to talk about this first she'd chicken out. Even doing it was better than talking about it.
"Spike, let's just - if we're going to -" She growled. "Can't we just do it already?"
"No, not when yer like that. Come here, pet." He spread his legs and patted what was left of the cushion in front of him, tossing his cigarette as he did. She detoured and stomped out the cigarette then came and sat, forlorn look firmly in place.
He took her in his arms and kissed the spot he'd discovered on the back of her neck. It made her squirm as it always did and he smiled into her hair.
"Now tell Daddy what's wrong so I can fix it."
She shrugged.
He sent little kisses up her neck, relaxing her further, and asked again.
"Come on, love. Daddy can fix anything. What's wrong?"
"Daddies, in my experience," she told him with some impatience, "only go away and leave. They never make things better."
"Well, you've got a new daddy now," he informed her before he gave her a tiny love bite where her neck met her shoulder. "And this one can fix anything." His hands slid around her waist and found their way under her sweater, just teasing her skin and making her feel giggly.
The mood was getting decidedly lighter.
"I'm kinda nervous," she confessed, but with a smile this time.
"'Bout what?" he asked, hands sliding slightly higher and making her anything but giggly.
"About today's lesson." She was almost purring. The way his hands were rubbing against her skin was making her forget all about her anxiety. It should have made her nervous in new ways but it felt too good.
His hands ran up the sides of her breasts and her back arched; she was now rubbing into him like a kitten.
"No need to be nervous, pet," he whispered into her ear. "Told ya before I wouldn't do anythin' you didn't want me to." He kissed her ear. "And won't make you do anythin' you don't wanna."
The prospect of touching Spike was becoming less nerve-wracking with every caress.
"Didn't say I didn't wanna," she cooed. "Said I was nervous."
"Let's see if Daddy can't make yer fears go away," Spike said, getting into his role.
He pulled her into his lap and kissed her lips. Not the soft, slow kisses of the other night, but more intense, more passionate than anything Willow had experienced thus far in her life. There was nothing tentative about it. Willow's toes curled.
Spike pulled away to let her breath and asked, "Daddy's girl feeling better yet?"
"Mmm, yes, Daddy," Willow answered with a giggle.
She stood and took his hand, leading him to the bed. She was suddenly eager to begin her lesson. He let her lead him to the bed but he unbuckled his belt himself; he didn't know if she had the courage for this yet and there was no way he was going to let her case of the nerves return.
He undid his pants but didn't remove them before he turned and lay on the bed on his stomach.
He let her use all the techniques he had taught her the other day. She used deep, hard strokes, always keeping at least one hand in contact with his skin. She learned fast; he should have expected that.
When she was ready to massage his legs, he lifted his hips and let her pull his jeans down his legs and off. Her hands ran down his back and across the sculpted muscles of his backside. She'd never seen a man so hard and yet so soft at the same time.
She remembered everything he told her and did everything just as she'd been instructed. She got him relaxed and was ready for the Happy Ending. He sat up suddenly and told her, "Wanna try something, all right?" She nodded.
He took hold of her sweater and lifted it over her head. "Take off yer bra," he told her and she held her breath but did it. Spike didn't make her feel uncomfortable by staring or grabbing her, he just lay back the way he'd been before.
"Sit on my back." She took off her shoes and gently crawled across the bed, sitting on his bottom.
"Rub yer chest across my back. Soft like."
She wasn't sure what he was going for but did as instructed, leaning forward and letting just the tips of her nipples follow the contours of his back.
It was erotic in a way that gave her new understanding of what the word 'erotic' meant.
Spike must have liked it too if the moan that escaped his lips was any indication. She did it again, rubbing a little harder this time, feeling the softness of his skin and the corded hardness of his muscles in a way she hadn't before when just touching him with her hands.
The feel of it made her want more and she knew he knew it when he took a deep sniff. She waited for him to say something embarrassing but he didn't.
That was the thing she kept waiting for but never received. She kept expecting him to make fun of her or humiliate her in some way with each new thing she discovered but he never did. He never teased her or made any comment about her lack of experience. She was trusting him more and more with each new lesson.
"More," he begged and she smiled. She, little Willow Rosenberg, had Big Bad William the Bloody begging for her. She'd never betray his trust either.
She ran herself over him one more time before she lifted herself onto her knees and instructed him,"Turn over."
He did and she was suddenly looking into startlingly clear blue eyes that were looking at her like she was the Eighth Wonder of the World.
"Willow -"
She didn't let him continue but brought her lips to his and initiated the kiss this time. Her body fit itself to his and her arms curled round his neck, wanting to be so close to him that she couldn't feel where she ended and he began.
He didn't disappoint. He brought as much to the kiss as she did and he struggled to remember that the reason for this was the bet.
Right now he didn't care about the bet. He wanted to forget the whole thing and strip off the rest of her clothes and then bury himself inside her. He wanted to claim her in a way that was age old and make her his.
But the chip.
He wouldn't be whole until the chip was out.
Only four days in and he was already forgetting what was important. He'd never make it ten more days if he didn't stop now.
But Willow had no such intention.
She knew what she was supposed to do and slowly extricated her arms from around his neck and moved her body off of him. She massaged his neck and then down his chest. Grabbing the lube, she coated her hands and massaged up the only part of his body she hadn't touched yet. The part that she suddenly very much wanted to feel. To know how it felt, the texture of it, the strength. She wrapped her hands around it and pumped slowly from base to tip.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked.
He smiled. "Kinda hard to do it wrong. Anything - everything - feels good."
The tension she felt in his body confirmed his statement. She played as the whim hit her. First she gave a few teasing strokes, just to see how he reacted. Then her grip got firmer, stronger, each caress bringing him closer to the edge. She wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made her feel.
She explored, kneading his balls to see if he liked that and smiled when he definitely seemed to. She went back to concentrating on his cock as the muscles in his neck strained and his toes curled. He was so close.
With one more long sure stroke he came, and as he did he pulled her back down with him and kissed her. He wanted her to share in this as much as she could. How he wished he could bury himself inside her and -
He didn't need his coat that badly, did he?
Of all the things that he could have done, kissing her was the last thing Willow expected. She hadn't thought of what she'd do when he was finished. When she'd come, he'd discreetly left and let her get dressed. Should she get up and go?
He didn't seem to want to let go of her though.
He was still kissing her as if he didn't intend to stop. As if he intended to take this further. But he didn't. Didn't want her, just like Oz didn't want her.
She pulled away, slowly, so as not to make him think she was rejecting him. She got out of bed and grabbed her bra and sweater then went into the next room and dressed, letting him get dressed as he had done for her. This wasn't supposed to be about kissing, she reminded herself. This was about learning. Letting him kiss her like that would only hurt her in the end. Spike wasn't here to be her boyfriend. He was here to teach her how to keep the next one and she had to remind herself of that the next time he…
He came out of the bedroom fully dressed, cigarette in his mouth and he climbed the ladder without saying a word to her.
He walked her home the same way.