Chocolatey Goodness

By Reatha

Title: Chocolatey Goodness
Author: Reatha
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-16
Disclaimer: AS IF!! If I did own them, I wouldn't be up to my neck in
student loans, with more still to come.
Distribution: If you have my stuff, take it, otherwise ask.
Summary: Spike + chocolate ---> what do you think??
Dedication: This is for all the lovely people who sent me feedback for
my Candy series. I know it's WAY late, but here's the chocolate covered
Spike I promised you all.
Enjoy!
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"Spike! Where are we going?" asked Willow, trying to resist the pulling
vampire.

She'd been asked to vamp-sit again (well, actually, more like told).
Willow had arrived at Giles' house to find an incredibly hyper blonde
vampire, who was in the process of driving the Watcher insane.

"You deal with him." Giles had muttered on his way out, rushing past the
startled red head.

She'd barely had time to get out a stilted "What-" before the blonde
creature of the night had attacked her - not literally, mind you. Willow
would've sworn that he pounced on her, except for the fact that she
didn't really see him coming. One minute she was trying to decipher
Giles' ramblings, and the next she was on the floor, underneath a
vampire who was flying high on sugar.

He'd promptly picked her off the floor and carried her over his
shoulder, out the door, babbling on about how 'the Watcher was too damn
stuffy'.

After a few hits, threats and poor excuses for curses, Willow was set on
the ground, only to have him grab her arm, and begin dragging her behind
him.

"Come on then. Keep up, Red." he called over his shoulder, not even
pausing as they crossed street after street.

"Wait! Stop!" cried the red head, trying to at least slow the speeding
vampire down. Her small legs were no match for the vampire's long, quick
strides, and Willow found herself almost running to keep up with the
oblivious vampire.

"SPIKE!!!" she yelled, finally gaining his attention.

Stopping abruptly, he turned to look at his captive, a look of confusion
on his face.

"What's wrong, luv?" he asked, truly not realizing he'd been close to
pulling her arm out of it's socket.

"Where are we going?" she demanded. "And I thought vampires didn't eat
human food?" asked Willow, seeing him pop something chocolate covered
into his mouth, from his pocket.

"I had a craving." was all he said, popping another chocolate covered
confection into his mouth.

"'A craving'? What-what is that?" she asked him, becoming distracted by
his continual eating.

"What, this?" he asked, holding up the brown junk food, which looked
about the size of a jelly bean. At he nod he smiled and answered.
"Chocolate covered coffee beans." Spike informed her, before popping yet
another coffee bean into his mouth to chew. "Want one?" he asked,
offering her the chocolate 'delight'.

Shaking her head vigorously, Willow watched as he shrugged at her
rufusal, and started munching on the beans like they were popcorn, a
sexy smile directed her way. A smile that always sent shivers down her
spine.

Grabbing hold of her hand again, Spike took off in the same direction,
but at a slowe pace this time. Willow tried her best to keep up, and
watched as they passed through most of Sunnydale, ending up in the
industrial park.

"What are we doing here?" she asked as Spike bounced lighlty in place.
<Geesh. If he starts clapping his hands like a 5 year old, I'm gonna
lose it.> thought Willow, as the sight of a 126 year old vampire,
jumping up and down  in joy, and high on chocolate covered coffee beans
was not something you see everyday. Or sit stone faced through.

Instead of answering, Spike lead Willow into one of the large
warehouses, and into one of the store rooms on the second floor. The
vampire quickly closed the door behind them, as Willow took in the many
unmarked barrells around the room.

"You're not going to kill me,and then stuff my body into one of those
for burying, are you?" she asked nervously. She really didn't think he
would, but then again, she really hadn't thought Spike could be high on
sugar, either.

"Posh." was all he said, making a beeline for one of the large, steel
drums. He paid her little attention, as he opened  one up, and proceeded
to stick his head into the mixture inside.

Willow watched in fascination as one of the most feared vampires around,
William the Bloody, stuck his head into a large drum full of chocolate
sauce.

She could hear sounds of slurping coming from the no-longer-blonde
vampire. He had successfully managed to get chocolate over his entire
head. And as he didn't need to breath, his head stayed under the
chocolate for quite some time.

"Spike!" laughed out Willow, barely able to control herself at seeing
Spike with his head stuck into a vat of chocolate sauce.

"Well, come on in, pet." said Spike, raising his head out of the brown
goo. Chocolate dripped down from his head, coating his shirt and duster,
getting chocolate all over him. "It's scrmdiliumptious." he added,
causing the red head to burst into gales of laughter.

"Think that's funny, do you, pet?" he asked, stalking his way towards
the hysterical red head. Swiftly and surely, the hyper vampire pinned
the red head against the wall, pressing his body into hers.

Abruptly, the laughing stopped, as Willow felt other emotions rip
through her body. Eyes wide, she looked into his ice blue eyes, a small
sound escaping her mouth. Whether it was a whimper of pleasure, or cry
of pain, neither knew, and neither cared. Seeing her lick her lips,
Spike lost what little control the chocolate and coffee beans had left
him, and crushed his mouth to hers, smearing her face with chocolate.

Breaking away, Willow took a deep breath into her oxygen-starved lungs,
before returning the kiss with the same intensity.

"You're all covered in chocolate." she whispered during another
air-break.

"What ever shall I do. There's no shower around here, luv." he said,
sounding blatantly innocent, but looking anything but.

"Guess I'll have to clean you up." replied Willow in a breathless tone.
All her deep, dark fantasies were coming true at that moment. Fantasies
and thoughts she'd shared with no one, not even Buffy. <I mean, what
would Buffy do if I told her I dreamed about Spike. And me. And naughty,
naughty things. Which involve snuggles, and cuddles, and hand-cuffs...>
That thought was abruptly halted as Spike slid a hand around her back,
and pulled her pelvis into his body, letting her feel what she did to
him.

Taking  her courage into her hands, Willow reached up and licked the
chocolate off his cheek. As his hands clenched about her body, she knew
there was no turning back.

Not that she wanted to, though.
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Willow awoke to a bright light shining on her face, penetrating the
exhausting sleep she'd been in.

Turning over to get away form the intrusive light, the red head found
herself pressed up against something hard. And cold. And alive - well,
sort of.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around her naked body, pulling her closer
to his equally naked body underneath his duster.

"Spike?" she said the name quietly, unsure as to how she was suppose to
act. The only  person she'd ever slept with - in a sexual context - had
been Oz, and that had never been like what she'd experienced the night
before. Surprisingly enough, the thought of Oz didn't send the familiar
stab of pain through her heart. There was  only a dull ache in it's
place.

"Good morning, luv." said the blonde vampire, pulling her into his body.
She fit so right, that he was tempted to stay like this for eternity.
"Or should I say, 'good afternoon'."

"What?!" cried out Willow, the only thing keeping her from bolting
upright were the arms wrapped around her, holding her against him.

"Don't worry, Red. I called the Watcher on my cell. Told him we'd gone
out, and gotten caught somewhere by the sun. Didn't tell him where,
though." said Spike, satisfaction creeping into his voice.

"So.." began Willow after a moment of silence. Her brain was going at
Warp 9, trying to sort through everything in her mind. Last night <Not
to mention this morning> she thought with a blush, had been the best
time of her life. Spike had taught her so much about both their bodies,
and Willow had come out with a new appreciation for chocolate and
chocolate covered coffee beans. "They don't expect us until sunset?" she
asked curiously, not daring to look into his face, lest she lose her
courage. Feeling his nod, she went on. "Well, what are we going to do
until then?" she asked quietly, hoping against hope he was going to give
her the answer she wanted. The answer she craved for.

She was not to be disappointed, as he lifted her head, and placed a kiss
on her lips.

It was the sweetest kiss she'd ever experienced, yet it was also the
most arousing one, too.

She had his answer, and she couldn't be happier.

End