Sex101
Chapter Thirteen
Willow grabbed Spike's hand in the courtyard in front of Giles apartment and asked - with a big grin on her face - "You were really going to give up your coat just so we could… you know?"
Spike had to smile back. "Sure was, luv. Still wanna… you know. But if you're determined that I win this bet then win it I will. Gonna put you through yer paces though, so be forewarned."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," Willow said, laughing, as they ran from the courtyard and out into the street toward Spike's crypt.
Back inside, Buffy and Xander were giving Anya the third degree - without giving her a chance to answer any of their questions.
"How could you do that to Willow?" Buffy wanted to know.
"What made you think Spike would go along with it?" Xander cut in.
"Spike could wish the chip away and then I'd have to stake him and Willow would never forgive me!" Buffy ejected.
"What were you thinking?" Xander had to ask.
"You know what Spike's like! You set her up with a serial killer!", Buffy objected.
Giles finally broke in. "Who no longer kills and only did it to survive, much like hunters do today."
Buffy was about to interject, but Giles continued. "I know and it pains me to say it, but Spike is not like other demons. He doesn't kill for sport, or… or pleasure. Not anymore. Once, when he was under Angelus' tutelage, yes, he did as all vampires do. But even when he was master of Sunnydale, he didn't order his minions into the streets to slaughter untold innocents. He was careful to keep under our radar." He took off his glasses and started cleaning them. "And he is capable of deep and everlasting love. We all saw that with Drusilla. Now if he does indeed care for Willow - and it seems that he does - we could use that in our favour. He could be a huge asset to our cause if he had a reason to fight on our side. And now it seems that he just might."
The thoughts seemed to overwhelm him and he stopped to pour himself a scotch.
"Now, I'm not saying I like this any better than the rest of you," Giles added, once he'd taken his first sip. "But Willow is a young woman capable of making her own mistakes - I mean decisions - and with… well, Anya's encouragement, she has attached herself to Spike. We already know that he is incapable of hurting her, at least physically, and from the sound of it, he'd do anything for her. So we'll just all have to wait and see - and hope. And Buffy, you have my permission to stake him if he does anything that causes her to shed even a single tear."
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Back at Spike's crypt, down in the lower level bedroom, Willow was trying to get Spike to admit how he felt about her. Spike was doing his damndest to avoid that discussion - he wasn't ready for the words yet - and he was too eager to get Willow out of her clothes. He kept fingering the first button on her blouse and pleading with her to let it drop.
But Willow wanted to talk. "Spike, what will you wish for?"
"I wish you'd get out of these bloody clothes; that's what I wish." He was pulling at the sleeves of her blouse, almost ready to rip it from her body.
Everything was out in the open now; he didn't have to lie to Willow anymore. And she was determined to help him win this bet. Of course, to win it, he had to keep her satisfied - sexually satisfied - without actually fucking her. That would be the hard part. But they could have all the other fun they wanted. So why was she not cooperating?
"Willow…" Spike was whining. It really wasn't in his nature to whine - but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Willow realized the seriousness of the situation and gave in. Spike whining was just more than any sane woman could take. She let him unbutton and then pull the blouse from her shoulders and down her arms. The sheer print top floated to the floor.
She reached out then and grabbed the bottom of his black t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, making his hair get rumpled and curly and oh so sexy.
It was his turn and he unsnapped her skirt and then slid the zipper down, running his hands to her hips and pulling it down slowly over her backside. When it fell to the floor, he could see her blush and wanted to feel it too. He'd have to hurry. He grabbed the silky shell she had worn under the diaphanous blouse and almost ripped it in his haste to get it off of her but Willow's hands slowed his.
"We have all the time in the world, Spike."
That we do.
No more secrets; no more not letting her see how much she was affecting him. Why hadn't he just come out and told her how he felt? Because he wasn't sure yet himself; he only knew that he wanted her. And that when she was around, he felt… lighter. More like himself. His William self.
And his Spike self.
He felt like he didn't have to hide those parts of himself that he'd had to hide from Drusilla - or the parts he'd hidden from Angelus. Definitely didn't have to hide the parts he hid from Buffy and the others.
She would see him, the real him - and accept all of that. And he didn't think she would be afraid.
He felt her hands at his waist and was brought back from his reverie. She was unhooking his belt and blushing furiously at the same time.
"What exactly," she asked to distract herself from what she couldn't believe she was now doing, "are the terms of this bet?"
She unbuttoned the first button on his jeans as he answered, "Demon girl said I couldn't keep you happy for two weeks - happy in bed, that is - without fu-, um, shagging. Puttin' it inside," he clarified.
"I know what shagging is, Spike. Well, we've been at this for over a week, so there's not much ti-"
He interrupted her. "Bet didn't start 'til I got you ta kiss me. Five days ago," he answered before she'd have to count back on her own. "So we have-"
"Nine more days," she said. Then she sighed. "Nine? As in more than a week? We can't - you know - for more than a week?"
Spike smiled in that way he did when he had plans up his sleeve. Wrapping his arms around her, he assured her, "Don't worry, luv. I know all kinds of games we can play until then. Not that I don't want to, mind, but it was you who was so determined I not lose."
Willow sighed again and kept unbuttoning his black jeans. Whatever would they do until then?
She smiled just thinking about the games Spike might have in mind. Maybe she could think up a few of her own.
When he sat down and removed his boots and socks so that she could pull the denim off his legs, she looked at the bed. Spike's big bed. The one she'd been so uncomfortable on just a few days before when he'd given her that massage. Oh, but what he could do with just a few deft movements of his fingers…
Now she couldn't wait to climb on and let Spike take her on the adventure of a lifetime.
She kicked off her shoes and let him pull her into his arms. He trailed her with tiny, soft kisses down her neck before pulling her down onto the bed with him.
He could feel her excitement - and her nervousness. This relationship was moving much faster than cautious Willow was used to moving.
"How 'bout I give you a back rub?" he offered and she nodded, turning to lie on her stomach. She was here, in Spike's bed, in nothing but her underwear.
Not for long.
He unhooked her bra and let her hastily pull it out from under herself and drop it on the floor. Then his hands stroked down her back until they reached the top of her green daisy-printed underwear. She was holding her breath, waiting for him to remove them somehow, but he paused then slid his hands back up her backbone, relaxing all the muscles around her spine as he did.
"Got plenty of time, right?" he reminded her.
She shook her head, relieved. As much as she knew she wanted this - Spike's confession to Anya that he wanted to call off the bet so they could make love had told her how he felt about her, even if he hadn't said the words yet - she would still need to ease into it. Why, just half an hour before they'd been standing in Giles' living room with the gang as their secret was uncovered and discussed. She wondered what the gang had said once they'd left.
But Spike's long, strong strokes on her back were making her mind go blank. His hands - what this man could do with his hands was amazing - and that was before they got to the sex stuff!
She let him relax her with those hands and then she felt something she hadn't been expecting. His lips kissed their way down her spine, giving more soft, little baby kisses - and getting closer and closer to her…
His tongue touched the top of the indentation of her ass, the little bit that peeked out above her panties, and she melted.
He pulled at the waistband with his teeth and she lifted herself just a bit so he could remove them. She didn't want him getting impatient and biting right through them.
Once that chore was out of the way, his tongue went back to its original place and licked down the cleft. She wanted to moan but shoved her face into the pillow instead. What if Spike didn't like a moaner?
The kisses peppered across her bottom and she melted even further into the mattress. She'd have expected Spike to ravish her, not take his time and savour her body like he was doing.
When he'd covered the area, he nudged her a bit to get her to turn over and the soft kisses fell across her belly now. He'd go a little lower to her abdomen and then work his way up again, just stopping short of her chest.
Down, and then up. Across, and back. Around her bellybutton and then below her rib cage.
She was dying for him to go further. But should she say something? They'd never discussed this before - what Spike liked in his women. Was Drusilla a moaner? Did she sigh or swoon or demand what she wanted? Willow just didn't know. And Harmony? Yeah, Harmony would be whining and bitching and telling him exactly what to do to please her and Willow didn't want to be like that.
While she was thinking, Spike moved up and licked into the hollow of her throat. Willow couldn't help it - she wiggled and moaned.
"There we go," Spike said with some satisfaction. "Knew I could get ya ta let it out."
"Do you want me to? Let it out, I mean."
"Luv, I want you ta do whatever you want ta do. Moan, scream, cry, order me about - whatever makes you happy. Just stop holding it in, all right?"
She smiled - and nodded.
Spike really went to work then.
Hands and mouth and teeth and lips - everything, all at once. On her skin, in her hair - everywhere he could reach. He'd wrap his arms around her and pull her close to claim her mouth in a kiss - and then pull back again to work his way down her body, nipping at her soft skin with blunt teeth.
His mouth covered a breast in kisses before taking a nipple into his mouth and lightly sucking. Her arms wrapped around his head, holding him to her, wanting to prolong the sweet sensations he was eliciting from her body.
Spike knew what she wanted and took his time. More kisses, more softness, more enjoying the wonder that was Willow.
His hands went behind her knees and touched her there, then moved slowly up her thighs and slid through the slickness he found there. He had her panting and just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he found her clit and let his thumb rub circles around it. She was in heaven, convulsing with an orgasm that rocked her body.
When she calmed down, she looked up at him looking down at her. Goddess, how she wished they could make love for real. She wanted him inside her, letting him feel this amazing feeling she was experiencing.
"This is going to be a long nine days," she whispered and he smiled.
"Don't I know it, luv."