Title: Careful What You Wish For

Author: Inell Email: [email protected]

Disclaimer: Joss owns them all

Distribution: Usual suspects

Rating: R

Feedback: Would make me happy To Eliz who's phrase made me think. To Pea. Ideas darn it. We need ideas. Giggle. Snicker. Two weeks. Brainstorm.

Notes: Season 4. Again, something rather silly and sappy. Just needed something to occupy my mind.

CAREFUL (1/?)
 

"Damn it." Willow cursed as the spell went awry. She should have
re-read
the spell. No, she had trusted Giles when he said it was fine. Who knew
what she had just accidentally cast. She had been there and done that
on
bad spells. She shivered as she remembered that other spell she'd done
a
few months ago. That had turned out real great.
 

"Hey, Wills. What the hell blew up on your shirt?"
 

"Xander, I'm busy. Giles gave me the wrong materials or something. I
somehow know that this was not how the calming spell was suppose to
go."
 

"Calming spell?" Anya asked, "Oh, is poor little miss tense? You know
what the best cure for stress is don't you?"
 

Willow glared at the girl. She was not in the mood for lectures about
the joys of sex from a thousand year old twit.
 

"Sex. Cosmo said so. It must be true."
 

"Babe, remember that talk?"
 

"What? I didn't say anything about wanting sex. I just said that it was
a cure for sex."
 

There was laughter from the doorway. "Don't mess with the little witch.
She swore off sex when the puppy made off with the bitch."
 

Willow glared at Spike. She realized that she'd done a lot of glaring
lately. She shook her head, "I haven't sworn off sex. I just became
choosy about my partners. And I can't believe I'm sitting here
discussing this with you."
 

Spike smiled, "You like to think about me and sex don't you luv?"
 

"Turns me on. Oh baby. Oh baby. Oh baby." Willow said deadpanned.
 

Anya snickered as Spike scowled.
 

Xander started to laugh, "Guess you finally found someone that is
immune
to that dead boy charm."
 

Spike growled at the boy.
 

"Man, it must be tough. To be turned down by Wills. Good going Willow.
Great to know you have taste."
 

"I really wish you'd shut up Xander" Willow said, turning back to look
at the spell.
 

Xander opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Startled, he got up and
went to the kitchen. Maybe he was thirsty.
************
CAREFUL (2/?)
 

Willow tried to re-read the spell but Anya and Spike chattered behind
her.
 

"Would you two hush?" She asked, turning.
 

"What?" Anya asked.
 

"The sex talk? I could do without the words of wisdom from Fangless."
 

Spike smiled and stretched, his tight jeans molding to his legs. Both
Anya and Willow watched the material stretch across the crotch. He
chuckled knowingly. "She's just getting turned on listening to me.
Can't
keep the attraction inside forever Red. You'll blow up."
 

"Bite me" she said rolling her eyes.
 

His grin widened, "with pleasure, pet."
 

"You two are so amusing. You remind me of this couple that I had to
deal
with, guess it was 1790 or so. The fire was amazing between them. She
got pissed over something he said. Anyway, I got twist his insides up
and make him cough them out and..."
 

"Yuck!" Willow said making a face. "How can you stand knowing the
things
that you did?"
 

Anya shrugged, "I was a demon. What can I say? I enjoyed it all. True,
now that I'm stuck here, I sometimes think it would be easier without
the memories."
 

"Me too. I hate hearing the details. Even Spike is nice enough not to
provide those."
 

Anya smiled, "Sorry. Anyway, as I was saying, I got to torture him with
this sword."
 

"I wish you didn't remember all the gory details of your demon past"
Willow said, making a face as Anya gave more details.
 

Spike rolled his eyes. This demon thought she was bad ass. He'd done
far
worse. "Then what?"
 

Anya looked at him and blinked, "Huh? We were talking about sex right?"
 

"Not that again" Willow said. She hated to admit that he was right, but
Spike had guessed it correctly. Hearing him talk about it did turn her
on. His body...his voice...his knowledge. Anya got up and went looking
for Xander.
 

"Poor little witch. Wolfie didn't satisfy you the way he should have.
You need a man, not a little boy. Just waiting for me weren't you,
pet?"
 

She looked at him, her green eyes on fire, "Yes, Spike. You're so
right.
I wish for you to teach me everything you know about pleasure and sex,
for you to want me as much as I want you. It's my greatest desire,
right
beside going to hell."
 

She turned back to the spell. She gasped when she felt hands on her
shoulders. She looked up into lust filled eyes. "What are you doing?"
 

Spike smiled, "Beginning the lesson."
***********
CAREFUL (3/?)
 

Willow squeaked and stood. She moved quickly away from Spike.
 

"What do you think you're doing?"
 

He smiled slyly, "I told you. You wanted me to teach you. I heard you
say it."
 

"I was joking. Good grief. Spike! Stay over there."
 

Spike continued moving towards her, his eyes roaming over her. She
shrieked as he lunged for her. She moved quickly, climbing over the
couch.
 

"Anya, Xander. Help!" She yelled as Spike smiled at her lustily.
 

Anya looked out the door. "What are you two doing?"
 

"Keep him away from me."
 

"How can I do that? He's a vampire. I'm a girl."
 

"You're an ex-demon for pete sake."
 

"That's funny Willow. Me? A demon? Xander needs to hear that one."
 

"What?" Willow looked at her in shock, forgetting about Spike.
 

Xander came out, moving his lips. She didn't hear anything.
 

"Babe, Willow thinks I used to be a demon."
 

Xander made a laughing face, again no sound.
 

"No!" Willow shrieked as Spike grabbed her. She pushed against him.
"Let
me go you walking popsicle."
 

"Can't do it. I feel this need to teach you about pleasure" the way he
said the last word almost made her pause.
 

"Oh my god....This is my fault. I wished that." Willow pulled away and
moved to the door, all three watching her. "I wished that Xander would
shut up and that Anya wouldn't remember being a demon and Spike
would...Giles. It is all his fault. That damn spell. I'll fix it. I
have
to fix it."
 

She pulled open the door and ran out into the night.
 

The three watched her go.
 

"Do you think she'll be ok?" Anya asked.
 

Spike laughed, "The slayer and the watcher are around as is the
slayer's
pup. They know what's happening."
 

"Don't you think this is a little extreme? I mean, that botched spell
was over a month ago."
 

Spike looked at Xander, "She deserves this. It's going to be
interesting
to see what she wishes for the slayer and the watcher. We got off easy
mate. All you had to do was keep your mouth shut."
 

"Xander's right. This seems a bit harsh. She didn't mean for that other
spell to go screwy."
 

"You all agreed to this. Hell, the spell idea was the slayer's." Spike
saw them looking at him. He sighed loudly, "Fine. I'll go after the
little chit and make sure no one gets her. Damn, I'm sick of this town.
Can't even mess with someone's mind without everyone getting soft."
 

Spike continued to mutter crossly as he grabbed his duster and left,
ready to find the little witch. He had to smile when he remember what
she had inadvertently wished for him. The thought wasn't as awful as
he'd like to make them all believe.
 

The little witch got under his skin. He wanted her screaming beneath
him. Maybe this whole prank thing could be his ticket into her bed.
Smiling, he took off after her. He couldn't risk the slayer or the
others messing this up until he had gotten what he wanted. Willow.
*********
WISH (4/?)
 

Willow couldn't find Buffy or Giles anywhere. She scowled as she headed
to the dorm. It was the last place she could think of looking. She
wondered how the simple stress spell had turned into some sort of wish
spell. It wasn't like Giles to make that big of a mistake in
translating.
 

"Pet" the soft word stopped her.
 

Willow turned, caught by Spike's intense stare. "Spike. I haven't fixed
it yet."
 

He started towards her, "I know. Why do you want to fix it?"
 

"Why? I can't have everything I casually wish come true. That be some
people's fantasy but not mine. I like people to have free will."
 

"You don't want me" he asked, his face flashing with pain.
 

Willow almost laughed at how untrue that was. "Spike, you're under a
spell. Remember? That's a bad thing. Slayer kisses and all that. Why
don't you help me look for Giles. He can fix it."
 

"Slayer kisses weren't Willow kisses. I want Willow kisses" he said,
his
voice husky as his eyes watched her.
 

"The spell. Damn, to be so old it take forever for you to learn
something."
 

"Not the spell. I've always wanted Willow kisses. I ache for you. I
want
you. I'll teach you everything."
 

Willow laughed, "Yeah, right. And I'm not believing a word of this. Go
home. I'll fix this."
 

Spike caught her as she turned and caught her mouth. He claimed her
lips
passionately, his hands pulling her tight against his erection. She
gasped when she felt its hardness against her. She was on fire.
***********
CAREFUL (5/?)
 

"We can't do this" Willow said and pulled away.
 

"Why?" Spike groaned, his erection tight against his jeans.
 

"You are under a spell. I don't care what you say, you are. I don't
want
to experience something with you that you'll regret. It isn't fair to
you or to me."
 

"I won't regret it" he hissed.
 

"You would. I have to hear you bitch everyday about kissing Buffy. This
is much more than kissing."
 

"Red, come on. You want this."
 

"I admit that I do, but not when you aren't of sound mind. If you'd
come
to me before the spell and asked I'd have screamed out yes. I've wanted
you for so long...But, not like this. I'm sorry. I can't face the
regrets in the morning. I'll fix it. Just wait."
 

Spike cursed. He could tell her and she'd hate him. Or he could wait
and
she'd find out and she'd hate him. Either was he was screwed, and not
in
the way that he wanted to be.
 

"Luv, let me have you tonight. Tomorrow, we can worry about the spell."
 

"Spike, I can't. Just go home. I'll figure this out. Don't make this
any
more difficult for me please."
 

Spike groaned. "There wasn't any damn spell. It was payback for yours
from the gang. Now, can we shag?"
**********
CAREFUL (6/?)
 

Willow froze and stared at him. "What did you say?"
 

Spike shrugged, "Everyone wanted to play a bit of a prank on you for
that botched spell. The slayer suggested messing with a spell. I
suggested the wish thing. Noticed how often you use that phrase."
 

Willow was seething with anger. She'd been so worried about them all.
She thought she'd really fucked up royally. Now, she found out it was
all a joke. She had made it up to them. Hell, she'd been in the kitchen
for days making cookies. They had said she was forgiven. She suddenly
wished that she had accepted the offer to become a demon. She'd have
put
them all in their proper place.
 

Spike saw the anger in her eyes and smiled. She was something when she
was pissed. He'd only seen that fire on a few occasions, each one
etched
in his mind.
 

"You bastard" she hissed. She brought her hand back and slapped him
across the face. The sound echoing through the still night air.
 

Spike turned to her, his face changed. His eyes burned deep yellow. He
reached for her and grabbed her wrist painfully. "Never slap me again
pet."
 

"You can't hurt me. The implant."
 

"There are so many definitions of hurt aren't there? I have no plans to
kill you luv. I am going to fuck you until you can't stand. I think
that
will be rather painful, for you. Somehow I doubt this implant will tell
the difference between hard, rough fucking and making love. What do you
think? Shall we test it?"
 

"Just let me go Spike. Please."
 

"You had the chance to make this soft and sweet. You refused. By
hitting
me, you issued the challenge. I never lose a challenge."
 

She cried out as he pushed her hard against the side of the building.
His mouth claimed her roughly. His fangs bit her lip as he lapped the
blood from it. She felt a wave of desire at his actions. Oz had never
been like this. Had never had this need. It had always been nice and
pleasant and rather unsatisfying. She felt Spike thrust against her,
his
cock digging into her stomach. She moaned as his tongue ravished her
mouth.
**************
WISH (7/?)
 

Willow tried to fight Spike. He chuckled softly and kept kissing her.
She was confused. Too much had happened for her to comprehend so
quickly. First, she thought she did the spell wrong. Now it seemed that
there was never a spell. It was all Buffy and the other's payback
against her.
 

She thought that she had made up for the botched spell. It seemed that
they did not think so. Hell, they even had Spike in on the gag. She felt
a rush of anger. She had been so worried. They hadn't cared. Her earlier
spell had been a complete accident. This joke of theirs had been
deliberate.
 

She felt Spike's tongue in her mouth and cursed herself for the reaction
he was causing in her. She'd be lying to herself if she denied that
there had been an attraction on her side since before this night. She'd
thought him attractive even when he was attempting to kill her. She
wouldn't even get started on that kidnapping of hers. It still fed her
erotic dreams and fueled several intense fantisies. Now, here he was
kissing her. And she should be mad, but she was about to give in to the
passion that she felt for him.
 

Spike could feel her resistance slipping. He had known she was attracted
to him. Hell, he could smell her desire every time they accidentally
touched. It was this that had first made him start to look at her as
something other than the slayer's little friend. That time in the
factory, when he had taken her and that whelp, he had felt desire but
dismissed it as the alcohol. He knew now that he had been wrong to
disregard it that way. There was a lot of passion in her. He wanted to
experience it.
 

He heard her whisper "No" again, but ignored her, instead deepening the
kiss. He hadn't felt such desire since Dru, before Prague and the mess
that followed. This time he wouldn't have to share with memories of
Angelus. This time she would belong to him, just him. Tonight, he would
make her his. Willow would be his.
*******
WISH (8/?)
 

Spike pulled away and roughly grabbed her chin. He stared into her eyes
and saw the arousal. Smiling, he began to pull her along behind him. He
wasn't about to take her against the side of her dorm. The slayer would
stake him faster than he could blink if she caught him.
 

Willow had to run to keep up with him. She weighed her decision in her
mind and decided fuck it. She wanted him. His erection meant that he
wanted her. No one would get hurt. It would be great sex. Maybe he would
leave her thoughts if she gave in to her fantasy. She followed him down
into the sewers. She was finally stopped when they entered an
underground bedroom. She looked around. It was beautiful.
 

"Good, Harm left." Spike said, looking at the empty drawers.
 

Willow froze. She had almost forgotten his brief affair with Harmony.
Harmony. Her number two enemy, after Cordelia, at high school. The
vampire that had dumped Spike. She, Willow Rosenburg, was re-bound girl.
He didn't want her. He just wanted someone in his bed. This reminder
changed her former declaration of going with the moment. She couldn't
handle Harmony's cast offs. She wanted someone that wanted her, only
her. Not even Oz had been satisfied with her. Why was she so stupid? She
knew that Spike could never really want her. She wouldn't be used. She
couldn't be.
 

Spike turned toward her. He saw the defiance in her eyes and had to
smile. She wasn't going to go easily. Good. He loved a challenge. After
that nauseating Harmony, <what was I thinking with that bitch?> he was
in the mood for some nice hard, rough fucking. If she fought him, all
the better. He could be a true vampire again, even if it was only for
the evening.
********
WISH (9/?)
 

Willow saw the gleam in his eyes and froze. This was the Spike of
before. The danger, the wicked glint. She felt the wetness seeping
through her panties. She couldn't want him. Not like this. She watched
as he began to stalk towards her. She backed up, a wave of fear going
through her.
 

Spike grinned as she began to move away from him. It had been so long
since someone had feared him. The damn slayer and her pets were always
teasing him now. He resented them all. It was not right for a master
vampire to be dependent on a damn slayer. Dru would never take him back
now, even if he wanted her too. He stopped and deliberately sniffed the
air.
 

"You want me. Quit denying it." He said seductively.
 

"No." She shook her head in denial.
 

He moved forward, until she bumped against the bed. He saw her glance
behind her and look at him with wide eyes.
 

"Yes" he whispered, a glint in his eyes. He trailed his finger along her
quivering chin.
"Admit it.....or I can make you."
 

Willow opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She was terrified of the
promise his eyes held. She watched as he moved the hand up her face to
entwine itself in her hair. She grimaced slightly as he tightened his
grip, bringing her head back. She saw him smile evilly.
 

"Oh goodie...I get to play" he said smoothly, crushing her lips under
his.

*****
WISH (10/?)
 

Spike pushed her back, watching as she fell onto the bed. Her hair was
tousled around her face. She was flushed from the anticipation and fear
of the situation. She was gorgeous. He smiled as he knelt on the bed,
watching her chest move as her breathing became haggard. He moved up her
body, staying low enough so that his clothes barely touched her. She
watched him move. Soon, he was laying almost on top of her. He moved his
head, capturing her lips.
 

Willow felt his weight on her as his hands ran along her arms, bringing
them over her head. She flinched as he held her wrists tightly in one of
his huge hands. He ran the other one back down her face as he continued
to ravage her mouth. She gasped as he grabbed her breast through the
material of her shirt. He took advantage by deepening the kiss. She
arched up against him, feeling his hardness pressed against her. She
heard him chuckle and cursed her body's reaction.
 

His blue eyes looked at her. They sparked with passion and fire. She
felt herself burn as they swept over her. She couldn't keep her eyes off
of him, wondering what he would do next. Her question was answered as he
pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her wrists only long enough to
remove the garment. She saw her nipples pressing against the material of
her bra.
 

He smiled as he moved his blond head down to her chest. She whimpered as
he took one of her nipples into his mouth. His cool tongue lathered it
through the satin material. She moved, thrusting her breasts at him. She
strained against his grip, wishing she were able to feel him.
 

Spike moved his attention to her other breast. Once that one was soaked,
he sat up and ripped the bra from her trembling body. His eyes roamed
over her half nude form. He could see her breasts move as she breathed.
It had been so long since he had slept with a human. He had forgotten
the excitement of it. The heat that her body projected. He watched her
lick her lips and knew that she was ready. He was almost upset that he
hadn't had to force her. Well, there was always another day. He would
enjoy this night as it was.
 

"If you move, I'll fuck you so hard you'll bleed until next week." His
words were spoken softly, almost affectionately.
 

Willow gulped and kept her arms in place over her head. She watched as
he moved down her body, unzipping her jeans. She felt him pull the denim
off of her quickly. His cold hands slid up her legs, causing her to bite
her lip. She felt his knuckles against her abdomen. His fingers slipped
underneath the cotton panties. She closed her eyes and heard the fabric
rip.
 

She opened them, startled when she felt him move up the bed. She
watched, startled, as he grinned at her. He winked as he tied the ripped
fabric of her panties around her wrists. She felt her arms pulled back
even more as he tied the wrists to the bed.
 

"Can't have you leaving now that things are getting interesting. Can we
pet?"

******
WISH (11/?)
 

Spike finished tying the material, then sat back to survey his
handiwork. She wouldn't be moving anytime soon. He saw her eyes on him.
He moved to kiss her again. There was something about her mouth that
made him want to kiss her. Maybe it was the trembling lips....maybe it
was taste of her. He really didn't know nor did he care. He was never
one to over think these things. He wanted her. He had her. Soon, he
would be inside her. He had the sudden realization that this would not
be a one time thing. His desire would not be extinguished with this one
night.
 

Willow felt more aroused than before, if that was possible. She felt him
move away from her, removing his mouth from hers. He stood beside the
bed and proceeded to strip. She watched the shirt fall to the ground,
then the t-shirt, the heavy black boots followed. She felt her breath
catch as he unzipped the tight jeans. His blue eyes watched her, a smirk
on his beautiful lips. He pushed the jeans off. Her eyes widened when
faced by his throbbing erection. He was glorious. So perfect. She saw by
his hardness that he was affected by her. She turned him on.
 

The thought boggled her mind. She waited for his next move, her body on
fire.
Spike moved back to the bed. He again kissed her roughly, before moving
his mouth down her neck. He again ran his tongue over her nipples before
continuing downward. He licked his way down her stomach, nibbling on her
flesh as he went.

She felt him pierce her skin with his blunt teeth, his tongue lapping
the drops of blood. He continued his journey further. When he reached
the juncture between her legs, he took in an unnecessary breath. She
arched up as she felt cold breath blow on her heated center. She looked
down and saw him smile, his eyes lit with mischief.
 

She shrieked as his tongue thrust into her. She felt his finger rub
against her clit as his tongue lapped at her juices. No one had ever
done this to her before. With Oz, things had been rather fast and not
too spontaneous. It had been her first and last foray into the physical
side of a relationship. She had loved Oz, still did if she were honest.
He had been the first boy to see her and like her. He would always hold
a place in her heart, despite the terrible way that he had left. Her
love for him had made the sex better than it truly was.
Now, with Spike of all people, she was experiencing the intensity and
passion that she had always imagined. She didn't even like him very
much, did she?
 

Spike continued to enjoy her sweetness. She was so warm, her taste
intoxicating. He began to move his tongue inside her, timing it with his
finger's movement. He felt her begin to move against his face. He heard
her moans and kept at his actions. She began to thrash across the bed,
urging him closer. He felt her tighten her legs around his head as she
screamed out his name, her orgasm hitting her.

******
WISH (12/12)
 

Spike waited until she came down from her orgasm before moving up her
body. He took his cock and rubbed it against her wetness, sliding it
between her cleft. She was breathing so heavily, her body covered in
sweat. His eyes met hers, watching her as he began to enter her. She
groaned as he sank inside her. He grunted at the tightness he was
entering into. Her warmth enveloped his hardness. He sank as deep as he
could, waiting a moment for her to adjust to him. He slowly began to
move, his hands gripping her waist. His head went down, capturing one
breast in his mouth.
 

Willow felt him move inside her. She began to move against him, meeting
his deep strokes. She saw his head move, and watched as his face
changed. His thrusts became faster....even more deep. His eye glowed
yell as he bared his fangs.

She felt the tightening in her stomach as she clenched around him. She
screamed out her release as he filled her with his seed. She heard him
distantly say, "Mine" before all thoughts left her mind. She milked him
with her muscles, not wanting him to withdraw. She glanced down and saw
that he had bit into her as he came. She had been so caught up that she
hadn't even noticed. She waited for him to look up, but he continued to
drink. She began to move against the bed, trying to get him off. Her
wrists rubbed against the cotton of her panties.
 

She closed her eyes, expecting death to take her. She felt lips on hers.
Startled, she saw him above her. Her blood was on his mouth, a few drops
having dripped onto her chest. She tightened her grip on his cock and
waited. She didn't know what was going to happen next.
 

"The bite...I thought the implant would prevent it..." he said softly,
his
face confused.
 

"It's ok" she said quietly.
 

He laughed sharply, "Bet this isn't what you had in mind when you made
that wish, is it?"
 

She blinked back tears. After the emotions that they had just shared, he
was joking.
 

"No. Guess next time I should be more careful."
 

He felt his demon flare. He grabbed her face, bringing her shining eyes
to his face,

"There will be no 'next time'. You're mine. Remember that. I do not
share. This is just the beginning luv. Do you understand?"
 

"Yes." she whispered, wondering why his words excited her so much. She
knew that she wanted him. Even now, when he was threatening her, she
wanted him. She moved slightly, causing him to go deeper inside of her.
 

Spike felt her movement and smiled. She was his. He unfastened her
hands, kissing the marks that her struggle had made. "I can be
everything you've ever dreamed of. Play by my rules, and we'll be fine.
Be warned though. Cross me, and you'll pray for death. I will never
allow it though. I have no intention of letting you go....ever."

Willow acknowledged his comments by thrusting against him. She ran her
hands through his hair, enjoying the softness against her palms. "I
won't let you go, either. Now, please fuck me again."
 

Spike smiled, his mouth meeting hers. He began to thrust into her again.
He'd have to thank the slayer for her silly little plan. He'd gotten
most every thing that he had been wishing for lately. Willow in his
bed....with his mark on her. Life was looking better.
 

******************THE END****************