Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: R (yes, we're moving up in the ratings)
Summary: Spike figures out what he needs to get out of his wheelchair.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: winter_spillow, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note: Thanks to velvetwhip, Kat and Lisa Kelley for their wonderful beta skills.
Author's Note 2: Previous chapters can be found HERE.
The next several days were rather boring, for the most part. Spike wouldn't let Willow out of his room, so her activities were limited to what Spike wanted to do. During the day, he slept. Celeste would come in occasionally to bring Willow food and drinks. Drusilla came for another tea party late one afternoon, before her 'Daddy' rose, much to Spike's annoyance.
On the third day, Willow finally worked up the nerve to ask Spike if she could have a book. As a voracious student, Willow had missed her books and computer most of all during her captivity, after her freedom. With a secret smile, the former poet agreed to take her to the mansion's library.
He undid one of the wrist cuffs and chained Willow to an armrest on his wheelchair. Willow was so excited to leave Spike's room that she didn't even care that all she wore was Drusilla's nightgown.
Willow squealed in delight upon seeing shelf upon shelf of books in the library.
"Why didn't you bring me here before?" she excitedly exclaimed upon entering.
"Didn't know you'd want to," Spike answered, mentally kicking himself for not asking.
He'd vaguely known that Willow was the smart one of her group, but it simply hadn't occurred to him that she'd want to read anything in the library. Most of the books were left over from the previous owners, whom Angelus had killed. Spike had spent a lot of time in here, never having grown out of his love for words. It was something for him to do while Dru and Angelus went off and left him alone.
Willow started to skip towards one set of shelves, coming up short when her chain pulled taut. Spike snickered and wheeled closer, allowing her to get up close to examine the books.
"Anything in particular you're looking for, pet?" he asked.
"Nope. Just looking," Willow answered, perusing the classics before her, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.
Spike thought she was adorable. He watched her lean in close to read the titles, occasionally picking one up and leafing through it before carefully returning it to its place. Allowing her to peruse each wall of books, Spike diligently kept pace with Willow as she explored.
Finally, Willow squealed and clutched a book to her chest.
"Find something there, pet?" Spike asked, amusement in his voice.
Willow held out the book for him to see, while saying, "You have The Princess Bride! I've always wanted to read the book the movie was based on. It's one of my all time favorites."
"What's that about then?" Spike asked, leading the distracted girl back towards his bedroom.
"True love," Willow said with a sigh.
"It's a bleedin' romance novel?"
"No! It's about love conquering all. There's love, and adventure, and pirates, and swordfights, and death."
"Death? Now that sounds better. Is it all tragic? Like Romeo and Juliet? That Shakespeare knew his death and betrayal."
"Um, not exactly."
"Back on the bed," Spike instructed as they entered the room and closed the door. He unfastened the chain from his wheelchair and reaffixed it to Willow's wrist once she was settled. "Well then, why don't you read it to me?"
"You want me to read to you from the book? What are you, five?"
Spike pulled himself up on the bed next to Willow, leaning against the headboard. "Well, we can't both read the bloody thing at the same time. If you're reading it anyway, just do it out loud."
Willow smiled at that, thinking of the grandfather reading the book to the sick kid in the movie. "Okay, now get comfy."
Spike pulled out his cigarettes and lit one before nodding to Willow to begin.
"The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure (The 'Good Parts' Version) by William Goldman," Willow began. "'This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it….'"
Spike closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Willow's voice. He could feel her love for the story as her voice grew stronger, the longer she read. He was coming to realize that she had an inner strength when she was passionate about something. He liked that she showed that to him.
He heard her heartbeat pick up when she read of Buttercup and Wesley's love - a virgin's longing for what fiction was telling her was the perfect love. Spike moved closer to Willow, brushing her long hair away from her neck.
Willow paused in her reading, looking up at Spike to see what he was doing.
"Don't stop," he implored, lowering his mouth to her neck.
Willow let out a breathy sigh, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily at the sensation of Spike's tongue sweeping across his mark. "Okay."
Spike smiled against Willow's skin, taking pride in her reaction to him. He took his time exploring Willow's flesh, enjoying the taste and scent of it.
Willow moaned softly from Spike's ministrations. It was difficult concentrating on the book in front of her when there was a cool tongue tracing patterns along the side of her neck. She reached back and pulled all of her hair over the shoulder Spike wasn't leaning against, her head tilted slightly to give him more access.
"Keep reading," Spike instructed. Unable to resist the call of the blood rushing beneath the thin layer of skin any longer, Spike morphed and sank his fangs in the well-used mark.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Willow mumbled as the book dropped to the bed, with her finger marking the page. Her free hand wound its way into Spike's hair.
Willow was ashamed to admit that over the past several days she'd begun to enjoy when Spike fed from her. He was careful with her, his bites clean and precise, so as not to tear the flesh any more than necessary. He almost always licked and sucked the area first, making the flesh more pliable.
There was something very intimate about it, she'd come to realize. This wasn't some quick 'bite, drain, leave for dead' feeding. No, Spike was taking care of her, making sure she had everything she wanted, never taking too much blood at a time, making sure the fresh bite was clean before he pulled away. The fact that he had his mouth on her flesh and his hands on her body only enhanced her view that this was an intimate act.
Spike didn't even notice that Willow wasn't reading anymore. He was enjoying the taste of her powerful blood filling his senses too much. Her fingers were rubbing his scalp, holding his head close to her, encouraging his actions. He couldn't be happier that she took such delight in his feedings. He'd hoped she'd come to enjoy it, but he hadn't been sure that she'd allow herself to do so.
Reluctantly, Spike withdrew his fangs, returning to his human features. He carefully licked the wound clean, relishing the feeling of Willow's body against his. He could feel her small breasts pressing into his chest as she drew in deep breaths of air.
Then the most amazing thing happened… Spike felt his cock twitch.
He pulled back sharply, hardly believing what he'd felt. It'd been so long… He looked down at his groin expectantly, daring it to move again.
"Spike?" Willow softly questioned. She didn't know what was wrong. Things were good; he'd fed and was still holding her. She'd hoped he'd kiss her; he often did that when he finished feeding. Instead, he'd pulled away and was looking at his lap. "Di-did you want me to keep reading?"
Spike shushed her. Nothing was happening. Maybe it was one of those phantom movements he'd heard about, like when someone could feel their hand after it had been cut off.
"C'mere," he said, pulling Willow onto his lap. Maybe it was her…
"Wha--?" Willow asked in surprise, only to be cut off by Spike's mouth covering hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he devoured her mouth. She didn't know what had gotten into him, aside from her blood, to make him act like this, but she wasn't about to complain. After several minutes of very enthusiastic kissing, she had to push Spike back in order to breathe.
Spike giggled. "Did you feel that?"
"The kissing?" Willow's oxygen-deprived brain asked. "How could I not?"
"No, not that," Spike beamed. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. "This."
Willow's eyes went wide as she realized what she was feeling. She tried to snatch her hand away, but Spike was still holding it in place, staring at it in awe.
"B-but I thought that you couldn't…"
"I couldn't," Spike agreed. "Dru was right. There's magick in your blood. You did this - your blood, your kisses, just you."
Spike pulled her back in for another passionate kiss, showing her just how grateful he was. His hand still on top of hers, he began to have Willow rub him through his pants. Once she reluctantly accepted the rhythm, he let go of her hand and simply enjoyed what he was feeling.
He released her mouth, allowing Willow to breathe, and leaned back against the headboard.
"God, I'd nearly forgotten how good a hard-on felt. One of those things that you don't realize how much you'll miss until you can't get it up anymore."
"Really?" Willow asked, fascinated by this new piece of information. Her eyes moved to watch what her hand was doing, suddenly curious about the flesh beneath her fingers.
"Ever felt one before?" Spike asked, knowing the answer from her nervous actions so far. Willow shook her head no. "Want to?"
Without even realizing it, Willow had nodded her head. Spike grinned wolfishly, moving to open his pants. Willow watched in blind fascination as the material was parted and the hard flesh virtually popped into view.
Spike let out a sigh of relief as his cock was freed. His hand immediately closed around the until-recently unresponsive flesh. It was like welcoming back an old friend.
When he returned his eyes to Willow, she was hypnotically watching him slowly stroke himself. He had to admire her curiosity. Silently, so as not to shock her, Spike took one of Willow's hands in his free one, and encouraged her to feel him out, so to speak.
Willow had seen Spike's penis before. He insisted on sleeping naked, and had no shyness in him that she'd been able to discern, and therefore had no problems in staying that way until he was ready to get dressed. It was different now, though. Bigger. The flesh was soft, despite its hardness. Her fingertips explored him from base to tip, running over the hole, hearing Spike's hiss of pleasure as she played with the head. She imagined that she could feel her blood running through the veins beneath her hand.
Spike wished that more than his cock had awoken. He desperately wanted to thrust up into her hand, get more pressure, but his stubborn hips remained where they were.
"More. Harder," he encouraged her.
Willow tightened her grip, her tongue poking out between her lips as she concentrated. She knew what Spike wanted to happen. While she might not have been in this position before, Willow had read about it often enough. The moment puberty had hit, her parents had bought her every book on sex and sexuality for teenagers they could find - their version of "The Talk". She also had her medical texts from when she and Xander had played Doctor.
Spike couldn't stand his inability to participate any longer. He pulled Willow to him, making sure her hand didn't leave his cock, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He needed to be able to thrust something. He wrapped his hands around Willow's, guiding her to the pace that he knew would bring him off.
It didn't take much longer for Spike to feel his balls draw up, another welcome sensation, before covering their hands with his release.
Willow watched as liquid suddenly came shooting out of the flesh in her hand. Her grip tightened momentarily until she realized what was happening. Then her eyes flicked up to Spike's face. He wore a look of pure bliss. When he was spent, Spike finally released Willow's hand, and she looked for a place to wipe it off. Not seeing anything, she finally just used the bottom of her nightgown, hoping to get a new one later.
"So, um, how was that?" Willow hesitantly asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
"That was bloody marvelous," Spike said, reluctantly tucking himself back into his pants. "Been too long since I've done that."
"Is it really that good?" Willow asked.
"Nothin' like it. Well, almost," Spike leered, drawing the blush from Willow he knew he would. "Wanna find out?"
"Um, no thank you," Willow said, shifting away from him as subtly as possible.
Spike chucked at her innocence. "All right. I'll just have to repay the favor later. I'm kinda knackered now anyway. Why don't you read some more of that book to me while I rest my eyes. Was just getting interesting."
Willow smiled as she reached for the book. It took her a moment to find where she'd left off. She made herself comfortable and began to read again, thoughts of just how he meant to repay her flitting through her mind.