Time To Play

By Elka

Title: Time to Play
Author: Elka Carpenter
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R - Sexual content, ooh.
Part: (2/2)
Order: First part in 'Bad, Bad Things'
Spoilers: Season four. Spike is still unbitey and tied up at Giles'.
'Something Blue' never happened, as always.
Distribution: http://wonder.tentex.com/~breathe
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is a God-like creature and I fall before him on
bended knees. Oh, and WB, Fox, the usual creatures of the night. I
salute
you. Written listening to Chris Isaak's 'Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing'.
Hey, I
was inspired.
Feedback: I lick those that do not comment.
Author's Notes: Willow does bad, bad things. Heehaw for appropriate
titles.
J, L, and R - Stop pestering, I'm working on it. Dagney - Willow lets
loose.
Yes, good, very good. Inell - Writing like a good fan fic author.
Sorry, no
foots. :)

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        Willow straddled Spike's lap, slipping a leather-clad leg on either
side of
him. She slowly buttoned his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, the
tight
black tee quickly following, landing on a pile on the floor. She leaned
in
to bite his ear.

        "I..." She whispered between nibbles. "...am going to take you right
here.
Right now. Whether you like it..." She licked. "...or not."

        Spike felt a moan slide through his lips. He involuntarily thrust
upward to
meet her.

        "Uh-uh." She pulled back and reached for the gag on the table behind
him.
"Not yet. This is my game; we play by my rules."

        Willow held the gag in front of his face, deciding. She smiled at his
helpless, speechless expression.

        The drop of blood beaded on her fingertip. She kept the liquid just
out of
his reach.

        "You want this?" She asked, waiting for his nod. "Don't say a word.
Don't
open your mouth. Don't move."

        Spike stared back at her, eyes full of passion and anger at being
dominated
by the tiny redhead. He didn't remove his glare as she smeared the
redness
on his face, just a tongue length away. He could smell the blood, her
arousal, his. He fought to keep his feelings in check.

        Willow reached behind her head, pulling the shirt off, revealing her
naked
chest to him. She giggled at the longing on his face. She pushed her
breasts
toward him, almost touching.

        He throbbed underneath her.

        She slid down his body, falling to the floor on her knees. She kept
her
eyes trained on his as she freed him, squeezing his straining cock with
her
little hands.

        "Bloody hell." Spike groaned as she took his length in her mouth. Her
tongue swirled in wonderful patterns, so warm and inviting, unlike
Drusilla's cold lifeless sexual attempts.

        He was close, she could feel it. She felt the cum rise up within her,
ready
to spill out and race down her waiting throat.

        Willow pulled him out of her mouth.

        "No." He protested, unfulfilled.

        Willow retrieved her thrown shirt, slipping it back over her head,
adjusting her hair, and clothes.

        Spike glared up at her. "You tease, bloody tart. Finish. I demand it."

        A tinkle of laughter came from her lips, her eyes sparkled impishly.
"Nope.
Sorry. Buffy and Xander are going to be back soon."

        "Bitch."

        "Unless you want your dick hanging out when Buffy and the others get
back,
I'd stay quiet." Willow snapped, her eyes dark, the smile gone from her
face.

        She had just finished putting him back together when Giles returned
with
Buffy and Xander in tow.

        "Willow." Giles greeted, looking her over quickly, surprised at her
sudden
change of appearance. "I hope Spike wasn't any trouble."

        She glanced down at the fading erection in his pants.

        "Nope." She smiled innocently. "Not a hard job."

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