Fire

By Elka

Title: Fire
Author: Elka
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R - Sexual content, ooh.
Part: 1 of 1
Order: Follows 'Key' in 'Bad, Bad Things'
Spoilers: General season four. 'Something Blue' and 'Hush' never
happened.
Spike is still unbitey.
Distribution: The regulars, Sammy, Kylia, etc.
Disclaimer: Joss is the wind beneath my wings.
Feedback: I lick feedback.
Author's Notes: For Dagney, who had such a fitful weak. I sympathize.
Inell,
not sap.

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Willow was drunk on the pleasure Spike gave her. He had been licking
her dry
for hours. Her screams had made her voice hoarse and throaty. She
hadn't let
him come, forced him into the agony of teasing then pulling away, his
shouts
and swears were louder each time.

She had tortured him in every way she could imagine. Not granting him
release, physically hurting him. The power she had over him made ran
electrical surges through her body. Willow fed off the high she got, a
little in the beginning, more as the pleasure increased.

She liked being bad.

Willow looped the worn silver bow around Spike's neck, pulling him up
as far
as he could. So consumed with lust, he couldn't even think, he just did
what
she did.

She smiled at his complete submission to her. She had him where she
wanted
him.

His eyes flew open as she impaled herself on his painful erection,
thrusting
up and down as if her very being depended on it. Instincts took over.
It was
time.

Spike screamed when he came, piercing the echoing walls of the crypt.
He
shot gallons up into her, filling Willow's womb with almost two days of
built up pressure.

The minutes flew by before he stopped shaking. As he calmed down,
Willow
reached up, pulled the key from his clenched fist and released him from
the
cuffs. Deep, red marks fashioned over his wrists, evidence of his
writhing
under her will. She was confident he would never leave her.

Spike stared at her. "You...you knew?"

Willow rolled her eyes, lying her head on his bare chest. "Of course I
knew.
You're naked. Not many places to hide it."

He chuckled, immensely proud of the little redhead. "You learn quickly,
pet."

"I should go. Buffy and the others are probably getting worried."

Spike sighed loudly.

"What?"

"Well, luv, I don't understand why you care so much about them. Look
what
they did to you."

Willow craned her neck to look at him. "Did to me? They're my friends."

"Friends? Right. The Slayer takes you for granted. And then takes
credit for
all the work you do, pushing you out of the spotlight and all. Xander
rejects you first for Cordelia, then the demon-girl. And Giles won't
even
let you play with that mojo stuff you like so much."

She didn't want to think about it. They were her friends and they loved
her.
How could that ever be true? But some part of her knew it was true.

"You know what you have to do, don't you, kitten?"

Willow frowned, half lost in her thoughts.

"No..."

"Revenge." Spike pushed. "They deserve it. They deserve to see your
true
fire like I have. They deserve all you can give them."

Willow felt the rush of power again, streaking through her, making her
shudder against the cool vampire's flesh.

"Fire." She repeated, trying the word out on herself.

"Fire." He smiled. "So, you know what you have to do..."

"What?"

"You said it yourself, ducks." Spike pulled her tightly in his arms,
his
lips close to hers. She held her breath, knowing what was coming.

"Bad, bad things."

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