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Bedtime Stories

Season 4.

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"Willow!"

Willow groaned as she threw the pillow at the door in a desperate attempt to drown out her mother's annoying voice.

"Willow Ann!"

Willow stormed out of her room and stood at the top of the stairs staring down at her mother. She was so exhausted, last night had been a late night research that ended with a group fight against the latest demon to come to Sunnydale in the hopes of opening the hellmouth. She hadn't gotten to bed until 3:30 that very morning, and Spike had practically had to carry her there to begin with because her legs simply refused to work. Now it was 8:00 in the morning and her mother was waking her up already, oblivious to the fact that her own daughter had assisted in saving the world yet again. "What is it, Mom?" Willow asked angrily.

Her mother looked up at her with her hand on her hips. "Well, look who got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Willow rolled her eyes and her mother continued, "Don't forget that Doreen is coming over to drop off Chloe tonight at 6:30. Your father and I are leaving now to go to the airport. Have a good weekend!"

Willow threw up her hands. "Wait a minute! What do you mean Doreen is dropping off Chloe at 6:30?"

Mrs. Rosenburg sighed. "Willow, you promised her you'd babysit tonight."

Willow smacked herself in the forehead. "Oh! I forgot! Fine," she waved her hands wanting nothing more than to get in a few more hours of sleep. "Just go, have a good time in Mexico."

"Buenos Aires, Dear."

"Wherever," Willow said as she walked back to her room. She heard the front door shut and picked up her pillow at the door before she plopped down in her bed ready to sleep for the next 5 hours. She climbed under the covers and snuggled up to her pillow. She was chilly and she grabbed her quilt and pulled it over herself.

"Hey!" a voice yelled as the quilt was pulled back to the other side of the bed.

Willow sat up, suddenly wide awake at the sound of a man's voice. She pulled the covers back to find the lean body of Spike in her bed. "Spike! What are you doing here?"

Spike pulled the covers back on himself and settled into her pillow. "Trying to catch some shut eye, Red, which, I might add, is not an easy thing to do in this house." He closed his eyes.

Willow's heart raced. She had slept with Spike. She had never been so thankful to find herself clothed in her boxers and t-shirt before in her life. "Spike!" she cried. "Get out of my bed!"

Spike opened one eye. "You don't want me to get out of this bed, Pet."

"Yes I do! Get out of my bed!"

Spike sighed. "Okay then." He climbed out from under the covers and turned to face Willow, a smirk playing on his face.

Willow's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the magnificent sight of a naked Spike. His lean body shone in the light of the room. Willow quickly covered her eyes; the image of him seared forever into her memory. "Spike, cover yourself up!"

Spike shrugged his shoulders and jumped back into the bed under the covers.

Willow leaped out of the bed and stomped her foot. "Spike! That's not what I meant. Now c'mon, I'm exhausted and I have to watch Chloe tonight and I really need my rest." Willow could barely ignore her body's reactions to the thought of being next to Spike, a naked Spike, a very hard, naked Spike."

Spike smiled, Willow's scent filled the room. He turned her on, the thought causing his cock to harden. He crawled across the bed to her, letting the blankets fall from his hard body. Before she could move he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down so that they were face to face. He smiled inwardly when her breath caught in her throat and she tried not to sneak a peek at his manlyhood.

"Come back to bed, Willow," he ordered in a husky voice. "Now."

Before she could argue he pulled her into the bed with him and trapped her underneath his own body. She began to speak and he captured her opened mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside, searching for hers. He felt her return his kiss passionately and knew she wanted the same thing. He ripped off her boxers and she rolled them over; Spike pleased at her assertiveness.

Willow straddled his waist, suddenly aware of his erection under her. She saw the lust returned in his eyes and slowly removed her shirt, baring her naked breasts. Spike at once captured her breasts, one in his mouth the other caressed by his hand. Willow moaned and closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through his short, blonde hair. She pulled his lips in closer as she began gyrating her hips against him. Spike lay back against the pillow, one hand squeezing her nipple and the other finding her swollen clit. Willow threw her head back as she felt her climax building. Spike raised her so that he could position himself at her entrance. Willow gently placed herself atop his long staff, suddenly unsure of herself. Before she could muster any second thoughts Spike slammed her down, impaling her onto his aching cock. They both cried out and Willow began pumping herself, Spike filling her completely. All those times with Oz paled to this one experience. Her breath came in quick gasps and her heart felt as if it would explode out of her chest.

Spike met her every thrust, using her hips as leverage to make her slam onto him. She was so hot and tight, so very tight. He felt his balls ache and knew he was close. He began rubbing her clit, wanting her to cum with him. "Ride me, Willow, harder!" he cried out just before spilling his cold seed into her depths. He pinched her clit as he came and felt her walls spasm against him.

Willow screamed his name and fell atop him, exhausted. "Okay," she said when she had finally caught her breath."You can stay in the bed."

Spike smiled, closing his eyes as he embraced her. They both fell into a deep slumber that lasted for hours.

*-*-*-*

Spike felt as if he were on fire. He opened his eyes to find a very clammy Willow next to him. He touched her forehead. "Willow," he said waking her, "you're burning up, Luv."

Willow grimaced, kicking off the covers. "I feel hot," she whimpered.

Spike glanced longingly at her naked body but quickly pushed the thought out of his head. He covered her with a sheet and went into the bathroom to retrieve an aspirin and a cup of water. "Here," he said, helping her to sit up, "Take this."

Willow popped the two aspirin into her mouth and washed them down with a small cup of water. She plopped back down to the pillow and fell fast asleep.

Spike grabbed the remote before lying back in bed. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until he came to a good horror movie on HBO. Willow turned over and rested herself on his cool body.

An hour later Willow finally awoke. She moaned as she turned over. "What time is it?"

"It's 6:00, Pet, you slept the whole day."

Willow startled at the sound of Spike's voice and then remembered the events of the morning. She smiled shyly and covered her exposed breasts.

Spike hovered above her smiling, "Now, Red, I already saw those this morning, no need to hide them now." He started raining kisses down her throat as his hands found her soft breast.

Willow closed her eyes at the sensation his touch filled her with and then registered what he had said. "Wait a minute, did you say it was 6:00?"

Spike looked up at her. "Yea, so?"

Willow sighed deeply. "My cousin is dropping off her daughter Chloe in a half hour."

"What for?" Spike was annoyed at the prospect of having to share his witch with some kid for the evening.

"I told her I would babysit tonight." Willow got out of bed and slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She brought her hand to her aching head. "Ooh, I don't feel good."

"I'd guess not, considering you've been running a fever for the last couple of hours," Spike said from behind her.

Willow turned to look at him, noticing that he was also dressed in his trademark black jeans and black T-shirt. "How am I going to get through tonight with Chloe when I feel like shit?" she whined. Her eyes widened as an idea struck her.

Spike put his hands up and shook his head vehemently. "Oh no! Sorry, Red, not gonna do it. No way!"

Willow crawled across the bed to him. "Please Spike," she batted her eyes at him. "I'll buy your blood for a month."

Spike crossed his arms. "Nope."

Willow stood on the bed so that she was a full head taller than Spike. "I'll repay you any way you want," she said, placing her arms on his shoulders and her breasts in his face.

Spike moaned at the aroma of their coupling that surrounded her. "Anything?"

"Anything."

Spike threw her back onto the bed, devouring her lips in a deep kiss. She had him wanting her all of the time. What was one night with a kid? He could do it; after all, he was a master vampire. They heard the doorbell ring.

"Spike," Willow said,."Spike they're here. Let me up!"

Spike sat up and stared at Willow. "Fine. You could make them wait awhile."

Willow managed a small smile as she got up and straightened her hair in the mirror. Her head and body ached. She knew she had gotten a bug of some sort. Hopefully she could just get through the night. Spike got up to follow her. "Um," she started, "maybe you should stay up here until Doreen leaves. I don't want her to get any bad thoughts seeing a man in the house."

Spike sat back down on the bed. "Right," he said, turning his attention to the TV.

*-*-*-*

Spike heard the annoying woman Willow called Doreen leave. She had hung around for 45 minutes telling Willow all sorts of instructions. He walked down the stairs to find a flushed Willow lying on the couch and a little girl of about 2 sitting on the floor amidst a pile of toys that had come with her. She looked up at Spike and smiled. He walked quietly over to Willow and felt her forehead, she was still feverish.

Willow sighed pleasantly as Spike's hand cooled her brow. "Ahh, that's feels good," she said smiling up at him.

Spike sat on the couch next to his lover. "So what's this child's name anyway?"

"Her name is Chloe, and she's 2 and a half. Chloe, this is Spike. Say hi to Spike."

Chloe looked up at the vampire. "Hi 'Pike." She waved.

"Hello Chloe." Spike said obviously bored.

Chloe got up and toddled over to Spike with a small piano. "Here 'Pike," she said, "you wanna pway wif me?"

Spike looked over at Willow smiling at him and then back at the child in front of him. He took the piano from her and laid it across his lap. It had been a long time since he had played an instrument. He began to hit a few notes when Chloe stopped him.

"No, no 'Pike! Pway Old MacDonald," she insisted.

Spike sighed. "I'm afraid I don't know that one, kid. Maybe Auntie Willow does."

Willow sang a few bars of the requested song. On the third verse Spike had picked up the simple tune and played along on the toy piano.

Two hours later Willow was fast asleep on the couch with an ice pack on her forehead, and Chloe was still going at top speed. Spike had had just about enough of the whole babysitting thing and was ready to simply call it quits when Chloe finally stopped running laps around the dining room table as she screamed verse after verse of Old MacDonald's Farm. Spike put his head back against his chair and closed his eyes, reveling in the sudden silence of the evening. For the first time in decades he found himself thanking Angelus for turning him before he could ever have children. His thoughts were cut short when a small book was placed on his leg. He watched as Chloe climbed onto his lap. "What are you doing?" he asked surprised.

Chloe smiled at him and said. "You wanna weed dis to me, 'Pike?" She turned herself around and leaned her back up against him, looking at the book she had opened.

Spike sat there speechless for a moment. He looked at the book and cleared his throat. "Winnie the Pooh's Honey Adventures," he read awkwardly. He shifted under the small weight and positioned Chloe so that she was sitting on only one of his legs. Spike quickly glanced over at Willow, making sure that she was still asleep before continuing. He cleared his throat again and began the story. "Winnie the Pooh was a bear of little brain. But he had a big, loving heart?"

Spike found himself for the first time ever, cursing Angelus for turning him at such a young age.

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Willow stretched her arms out as she sat up on the couch. Her fever had finally broken and she already felt much better. Apparently her body just demanded that she actually sleep for more than 4 hours at a time. She glanced at her watch and found that it was nearly 1:00 in the morning. Doreen was due back in about a half-hour to pick up Chloe. She looked to her left to find the child cuddled up in Spike's lap sound asleep. Spike himself appeared to be sleeping, although it was hard to tell because he didn't breathe. His head was lying against the chair cushion and his arm cradled Chloe in a protective embrace.

Willow leaned back on the couch and smiled.