In The Pink
By Ruby
Title: In the Pink 1/1 (8th in the "Plagued--Why
Us?" series)
Author: Ruby
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Willow and Spike are bugged.
Archive: My usual haunts.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Dedication: For Terri, this part is based on her suggestion.:-)
"Where are we going?" Willow asked as Spike turned off of the highway and onto a dirt road.
"Just far enough out of town that the slayer
won't accidentally stumble over us," the vampire answered, swerving to miss
a deep rut
ahead of them.
The road ended at the crest of a hill,
and Spike turned the car around and parked it, facing back toward the road up
which they had
just traveled. He climbed out and took Willow's hand, pulling her out after
him. Opening the back door, he leaned inside and handed the
redhead a blanket. He scooped up a grocery bag from the car seat and slammed
the door shut.
"This way," he spoke, stepping around her.
The top of the hill afforded a wonderful
view of Sunnydale stretched out below. Spike put the bag on the ground and took
the blanket
from Willow to spread it out over the grassy earth. He sat, reaching up to draw
her down next to him. Willow looked out over the town,
the lights twinkling from the buildings and houses in imitation of the stars
in the clear sky overhead.
"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" she whispered.
"Yes," he nodded, his blue eyes staring over at her.
An unneeded breath caught in the vampire's
throat as Willow turned to look at him, her lips curled in a small smile of
delight at the
subtle compliment. He returned the smile and leaned over to kiss her once, softly.
Willow watched as he reached into the grocery bag
and pulled out a loaf of crusty bread, two bottles, and two glasses.
Spike uncorked both bottles and poured
from the first one, handing the glass to Willow. The second, a bottle of bloodwine,
he poured
for himself. Moving closer to her, he pulled Willow into his arms and settled
her so her back rested against his shoulder. He placed a
kiss on her neck and touched his glass to hers in an unspoken toast.
"I can't believe you did all this," she confessed before taking a sip of the wine in her glass.
"It really isn't so much," he answered. "Not for you, luv."
"It's perfect," she stated happily. "You'd never know that quiet town down there is full of creepy crawlies."
"One of those creepy crawlies has his arms around you," he said playfully.
She laughed softly and turned her head to look at him, "But I like this creepy crawlie."
"Just 'like,' huh?" he teased. "Someday, pet, I'm going to make you say it."
She arched an eyebrow and grinned, "I haven't heard _you_ say it, either, mister."
"Hmmm," he replied, his eyes glimmering back at her in the quiet darkness.
Her lips parted in an amused smile, and she turned her body so her shoulder rested against his chest and touched her hand to his cheek.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah," she nodded and pressed her lips to his.
He chuckled against her mouth and took
her glass from her, setting it on the ground beside his own. He wrapped his
arms around her and
lowered her onto the blanket, covering her body with his and kissing her deeply.
Willow tangled her fingers through his blonde hair as
their tongues slid over one another's. Spike's hand moved to her breast, cupping
the rounded flesh through the fabric of her shirt,
running his thumb over the nipple until it hardened under his touch.
Willow's kiss became more needy as she
arched into him, pressing her breast into the hand that caressed it. Moisture
seeped from her
core, and Spike's shaft pressed against her stomach as it hardened in response
to the scent of her arousal.
The vampire felt his lover's small hands
moving over the buttons of his shirt, and he raised himself up to allow her
to unbutton and pull
the shirt off his cold, hard chest. The need to feel his skin against hers would
not be ignored, and Spike grinned as Willow reached for
the hem of her own shirt. He helped her shed the garment and returned his hand
to her bared breast.
She put her arms around him and pulled
him down onto her. Spike's hand moved between her thighs and cupped her sex
through the
denim of her jeans. Willow tugged at the zipper of his pants and drew out his
cock, stroking it firmly. He groaned and thrust into her
hand.
"I want to be inside you, baby," he murmured.
Willow raised her hips as he unfastened
her jeans and dragged them off of her. He curled his fingers around her panties
and tore them
away. Their mouths met as Willow spread her legs and gripped his ass, urging
him to take her. He entered her quickly, hissing softly as
her burning core sheathed his cold erection. Her hands moved to his shoulders,
clutching them as Spike placed his hands under her,
drawing her up, embedding himself to the hilt inside her. Their thrusts became
fast, hard, and urgent, and Spike's lips captured each of
her nipples in turn, sucking and nipping at them.
Willow keened as his hand slipped between
them to finger her clit. Her walls closed around him, and she whispered his
name over and
over as he rode her to a shattering orgasm, following quickly behind her, filling
her with his seed. He lay still inside her, suckling at the
soft flesh below her ear as her trembling body quieted.
His fangs pierced her throat, and he drank only briefly before Willow cried out a soft, "Oh!"
"Sweetheart?" Spike whispered and raised his head, his concerned eyes searching hers.
"Ow!" she suddenly squealed, slapping at her bare shoulder.
He pulled out of her and sat up, bringing
her up with him. An irritating prickle stabbed at his arm just above his wrist.
His keen eyes
saw the insect perched there, and he instinctively swatted at it.
"Mosquitoes!" Willow cried out, clapping
her hand to her neck as another bit her while the buzz of hundreds of the offending
insects
filled the air.
"Bloody hell," Spike grumbled. "Get into the car, baby."
He scrambled to tug on his pants and wrapped
the blanket around the redhead. She scooped up the rest of their clothes, and
he grabbed
up the bottles and glasses, leaving the bread behind as they took off for the
car.
Spike tried to ignore the persistent need to scratch as he steered the DeSoto back toward the highway.
"Go to my place," Willow told him, reaching down to scratch her ankle. "I have Calamine lotion."
"Cala-who?" he asked.
"It's good for mosquito bites. It helps
stop the itching," she answered as her hand moved up to scratch the tip of her
nose. ***
Willow was relieved to find the street and sidewalk empty when they reached
her apartment. She got out of the car, still clutching their
clothes, and they ran to the door and darted inside.
Spike plopped down onto the sofa, scratching
mindlessly at his chest, and raised the bottle of bloodwine to his lips as Willow
went to
the bathroom to get the lotion. She returned, having wrapped herself in a robe,
and sat down beside him.
"I'll do you, and then you do me," she suggested, opening the Calamine lotion.
"Don't we always?" he grinned.
She rolled her eyes and began to dab the
lotion over the countless red bumps that covered the vampire's body, insisting
that he remove
his pants so she could get to all of the bites. By the time they had finished
spreading lotion over each other, the bumps had been masked
by countless pink splotches. Willow giggled as her eyes traveled over the tall,
blonde, pink-dotted vampire.
"I wouldn't laugh, if I were you," he advised her in a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You don't look any better, you know."
She looked down at herself. Her arms, legs, belly, breasts--everything--were plastered with pink spots.
"And I'll heal faster than you will," he goaded.
"Yeah, but I don't have--that!" she laughed, eyeing his Calamine cock.
Spike groaned and shook his head, "If you ever breath a word of this to anyone--"
"Yeah? What'll you do?" she smirked around a giggle.
"I'll tell about these," he threatened, pulling at one of her two pink-coated nipples.
"Oh," she grinned, a red tinge creeping under the pink dots on her cheeks. "Fair enough."
He laughed and pulled her into his arms.
"You're going to rub off all of the lotion!" she scolded him.
"I'm bloody well going to try," he agreed. "Does this stuff wash out of sheets?"
She smiled up at him and shrugged, "Let's
find out."