Tastes
a Buffy the Vampire Slayer story
by Kat Leaf
"N-no. Wait a second," he gasped. "I think I'm going to sneeze."
Willow raised her head from where she knelt before him in surprise and some dismay, all rules and the consequences for breaking them fleeing her mind with the utterance of those ten words. "You're what? Spike?"
He shook his head, clearly unable to answer, but trying nonetheless. "I. I. h-have to." the words were broken by shuddering breaths. Breaths he should not need to take. His eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open.
She remained where she was, staring up at him, utterly transfixed. She knew if he could see her he would be so easily able to read the emotions as they passed through her. Maybe he still could. a shudder shook her naked form, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Unable to keep silent, poised in this moment of possibility, she spoke again. "Spike? Are you all right?"
He nodded his head once, briefly and then his shoulders hunched, rustling his leather duster. He ducked forward as though attempting to hide and squelched two sneezes. Quite violent ones, by the way they made his body shudder. "hit'nxxt! Nnxxt!" He drew in a quick breath and the fit took him again. "ht'ccht! Cht!" At last he straightened and blinked tears back from red eyes. "Bloody hell," he swore, sniffling in a very un-vampirish way. For the briefest of instances, she could have sworn he looked. embarrassed.
Willow opened her mouth to say something, bless him or possibly thank him, but no words would escape her throat. She swallowed and contented herself with replaying the past several seconds over in her mind. Nummy treat, she thought. Had it worked?
"Haven't a clue where that came from," Spike was saying, more to himself than to her, but then blue gaze met green and an eyebrow raised. "Well well, pet. See something you like, then?"
Instead of the brazen 'I-have-no-idea-what-you-mean' she meant to say, all Willow managed was a small squeak. Heat spread over her cheeks and slowly engulfed her. Always quick to blush, she knew Spike knew. And this thought only compounded the problem. For an instant she wondered if she might spontaneously combust, as several cheerleaders had in the past - though not, presumably, in the same situation. She ran the tip of her tongue nervously over her lips.
Spike hummed a small noise of consideration. He stepped back, moving across the room with a feline grace, and seated himself at the edge of the bed. Suddenly remembering the rules and uncomfortably aware of her transgression, Willow dropped her gaze from his and remained where she was, kneeling on the small bit of carpet in the center of the room.
A tiny chuckle sent a chill down her spine. His voice caressed her, lazy and slow. "It seems my little witch has neglected to mention a particular taste," another chuckle, "when the games began."
She held her silence, though the trembling increased. It was happening, as she had hoped and dreaded ever since she first came across the spell. He knew the answer; the only question remaining was what he would do with the knowledge. She could feel his gaze on her, cool and appraising. The scrutiny made her feel small, young, as though she shrank under his regard. Soon she would be tiny, small enough to slip into his mouth and curl up on his tongue. Warm. Safe.
And then a trembling inhalation. Willow peeked up at him though her lashes. He looked poised on the brink, just about to fall. The expression mirrored another she knew well. Her heart thundered in her ears. Could he hear it?
Spike ducked his head again, hunching in on himself. She almost asked him not to - bit her tongue at the last moment, tasting blood. "ht'ccht.chht! Ht' Cht!" He sighed at the release, a slight groan. Willow echoed the sound without thought.
"I had forgotten how that felt," he said slowly, thoughtful. "Strange. and yet, there is pleasure in the release."
Willow's breath was coming in short pants now, her body aching with want. It was with the greatest exertion of control that she remained kneeling. Another rustle of leather, the only clue that he had moved until his boots appeared before her. She resisted the impulse to kiss them. Too much.
"Tell me, love. How do you feel when I. sneeze?"
His words implied question, but she heard them for the command they were. Underneath the cool reserve, she caught the beginning strains of desire in his voice as well. It gave her courage to attempt speech. "I f-feel melty inside. And warm." Her voice was so soft she wondered if he heard it. She could not stop it shaking and she could feel her eyes beginning to well.
Cold hand under her chin, he tilted her head up to look at him. "What else," he asked.
"I. want you," she admitted, voice cracking.
His eyes blazed with feral hunger. "I know. I can smell your desire. Can hear your heart racing. Your blood heating. Why have you never told me?"
"Couldn't," she whispered and tears spilled over her cheeks. Her core pulsed with desire, quickly rising to a need. She felt molten.
Spike reached out, brushed the tears from her cheeks with soft thumbs. "No tears, love," he said, though her lust was mirrored in his eyes. He leaned down, cold lips pressed to hers, warming only slightly at the touch. His tongue slipped between her lips and tasted the blood on hers. A shudder went through him. Willow knew a moment of triumph. But it was fleeting.
"You disobeyed me, little witch. Don't think I did not notice, simply because I sneezed." An undercurrent of danger in his tone. She was unsure whether she shivered with fear, or anticipation. Or a heady mixture of both.
Spike took both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding her in an iron grasp. She could not stifle a small gasp. He urged her to her feet and across the room, stone of his crypt cold beneath her bare feet. His bed was uncommonly soft and she sank into it, cradled even as she gave up control. In silence he retrieved the silk scarves, binding her wrists and ankles to the bed. Though she tested the bonds, they held.
She could only watch as he slipped free from the duster and pulled his shirt over his head, baring the planes of his chest. Oh how she wanted to touch him.
"Now, love. you must not move," he warned and lowered himself over her, licking and nipping at her neck, her breasts, her nipples. "My nose is so itchy. Tickly. I might sneeze again."
Sensation rolled through her and she moaned, but managed to remain perfectly still. Every nerve ending felt sensitized, vibrating with pleasure. Her eyes threatened to close, but she forced herself to watch, unwilling to miss even the possibility of another sneeze. She was not disappointed.
As he made his way down her belly and lower, nuzzling between her legs, she could feel a stutter in his breathing. But he did not lift his face. Instead his tongue flicked lightly over her clit and then delved inside, sending a shock of pleasure through her. Another stuttering breath and Willow whimpered.
For the first time he did not stifle the explosions. "Hit'chheh.. chheh! Eh chuh!" Each sneeze directed at her core.
"Spike, please," she cried, jerking beneath him. She lost, and never had the losing been so sweet.
"You are mine," he growled. Freeing himself from his jeans, he plunged into her with one swift motion. Willow arched her back, meeting his thrusts, pulling him deeper. Delicious. Their cries mingled, sweat slicked bodies slid against each other. Willow's fingers dug into his skin, nails leaving bright red welts across his back. He sniffled once, sneezed against the curve of her neck, tiny itchy sounding sneezes that tickled her neck and made her shake against him.
She could feel the climax building deep within, like thunder of a far-off storm. His breath rasped in her ear and they rolled together. Suddenly, with one last thrust, she tumbled from the precipice, pulling him with her as she fell, bodies shuddering with release.
After, laying in each others' arms, she snuggled against him. "Are you very mad at me?"
"Of course not, pet. You should have told me. but now I know. And I will take good advantage." He nipped lightly at her ear, and she smiled.
~fin~
Plot, what plot? And I don't own either Spike or Willow, but everything else is mine. Inspired by Week 10's hatching, and behind as always....