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The Joys Of Coffee

Season 4.

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Willow's studying was interrupted by the sounds of hollering outside her dorm. "Come on you assholes! Here I am! Come and get me!" some guy yelled from outside.

Willow sighed, realizing yet another reason to hate dorm life. She got up to shut her window in hopes to drown out the idiot outside. Looking down she saw a bleach-blonde figure staggering around the common. "Spike?" Willow ran down the stairs and outside.

"Yoohoo! Commandos!" Spike yelled, cupping his mouth to make the sounds travel. "Here I am, Hostile 17! Ready to kick your ass!"

Willow ran up to Spike and clamped her hand over his mouth in an attempt to shut him up. The contact made Spike lose his balance and he grabbed onto Willow as he fell backwards. Willow landed right on top of Spike, the stench of tequila emanating from the vampire. Spike gave her a sexy glare. "'Ello Red. Where'd you come from?"

Willow wrinkled her nose at the intrusive smell permeating from below her. She tried to get up but Spike tightened his grip around her waist. "Spike! Let go!" She struggled against his strong grasp.

Spike giggled. "Mmmm. Could you wiggle a little lower there Red?" He laughed.

Willow felt a blush come over her as she realized that Spike was getting a bit more excited about their position than she would have liked. "Spike!" She brought her knee up into his groin and he called out in pain, letting her go. "Stupid vampire," she mumbled as she got up.

"What d'ya do that for, witch?" Spike rolled to a kneeling position, the pleasurable sensations the little witch caused him fleeting quickly. He got up and staggered towards her.

Willow caught Spike and helped him straighten out. "Spike, you are wasted."

"Am not." He stood up straight with a serious look on his face, and then burst out laughing.

Willow rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't be here. The Initiative watches this whole campus."

Spike rolled on the ground in laughter. He looked up at Willow, suddenly sad. "I've no where to go, Pet. Demons hate me because they think I'm in allegiance with humans. I detest humans because, well, they're human. I don't even like my crypt anymore. And this bloody chip in my head won't let me feed from a rotten rodent." Spike giggled at that. "Rotten rodent. Try saying that 10 times fast, Rotten rodent, rotten rodent, roden rotent?" Spike burst into laughter again.

Willow sighed heavily. She had to get Spike out of here before a commando unit came to collect him if they weren't already alerted to his presence. She bent down to help him up. "Come on, Spike. Let's go somewhere else."

Spike put his arm around Willow's shoulder. "You know what, Red?" he slurred.

Willow desperately tried not to breath in the smell of tequila. "What's that, Spike?"

"You're always nice to me. And I was never going to let you stay dead, you know. I was going to turn you so that we could be together forever and kill the slayer together."

Willow couldn't help but smile slightly. "That's nice, Spike."

"No, I'm bloody serious, woman! I always wondered what you'd be like as a vampire."

Willow shuddered at the memory of her vampire self and decided not to talk about it. She guided Spike through town to her parents' house. She leaned Spike up against the house. "The folks are away as usual," she explained, "so you should be safe here while you sober up." She unlocked the door and walked inside. "You can sleep it off on the couch. I'll go make you some coffee." Willow walked into the kitchen and put some coffee on. Coming back into the livingroom, she laughed when she saw Spike. He was propped up against the invisible barrier at the door snoring away. "Talk about Kodak moments," she said to herself. She crossed her arms and said, "Come in Spike."

Spike fell into the house with a loud thump that woke him up. "Owww! Hey! What the bloody hell happened? Where am I?" He looked up at Willow. "Oh, you. This your place?" he asked from the floor.

Willow shook her head in exasperation. "Yes, well my parents' place really. But they're never here anyways. You can sleep on the couch if you want. I put some coffee on."

Spike got to his feet and wandered around the room. Finding the liquor cabinet he took inventory.

"Hey!" Willow yelled. "No more alcohol for you." She closed the cabinet doors and faced Spike. "I think you've had enough, mister."

Spike leered at the redhead, visions of physical pleasure dancing in his head. He didn't say a word but could tell that his glare affected her. He heard her heart rate speed up and could almost taste the hint of fear she emitted.

Willow suddenly felt very unsure of her decision to bring Spike here. Was she nuts? He was a vampire! Granted he couldn't hurt her but still. The look he gave her sent chills up her spine and heat to her womb. "I'm?uh?gonna go to the bathroom, why don't you pour us some coffee? It should be done by now." Willow turned and practically sprinted up the stairs.

Spike smiled evilly. "Sure thing, Pet," he said quietly as he took a bottle of Bailey's out of the liquor cabinet and brought it into the kitchen. He poured almost the whole bottle of alcohol into the pot of coffee. "That oughta loosen her up a bit. Bloody tightwad." He replaced the bottle into the cabinet and poured 2 mugs of coffee out. He went into the livingroom and plopped himself on the couch as Willow came down the stairs.

She went into the kitchen to find a mug of coffee waiting for her. She wasn't a big coffee drinker to begin with and had only made it once before. She took a sip and scowled. Opening the refrigerator, she took out the milk and poured some in. Next she added 4 spoonfuls of sugar to sweeten it up. Taking another sip she made a satisfied face and joined Spike in the livingroom. She sat across from him on the love seat. "So, what exactly were you trying to do? Get yourself captured so they can perform more experiments on you?"

Spike smiled. "Nah, just trying to get your attention, Red. See if maybe you'd whisk me away to a secret place so we can have some private time."

Willow rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She took a gulp of her coffee, "Feeling sorry for yourself again?"

Spike watched her finish off her cup of coffee. That was quick, he thought. Sighing he got up and took her mug, "No. Well maybe a little." He came back into the livingroom with a fresh cup for Willow, this time with a bit of milk and sugar in it. He almost fell onto the seat next to her. "It's just, I can't have any fun anymore." He downed the last of his coffee. Can't even scare you guys."

Willow drank half of her coffee in one gulp. She never tasted coffee this good. She giggled at Spike's pouting look.

"What's so funny?" Spike scowled.

Willow continued to laugh. "I?don't?know," she cried.

Spike began to laugh along with her. Visions dancing in his head again. This would definitely be a night to remember.

*-*-*-*

Willow and Spike were both doubled over with laughter as Willow told Spike of the Halloween when everyone turned into their costumes. "And then?" she laughed with tears in her eyes, "Buffy turned into this southern belle?who kept passing out and was soooo annoying!"

Spike fell on the floor in a fit of laughter at the image of the slayer in a circa dress and not being able to fight. When Spike fell off of the couch Willow squealed in laughter. She had never seen anything so funny before in her life. She tried to get up and her head spun, making her sit back down. Looking down at Spike crawling back onto the couch, she wondered why he hadn't sobered up by now. "Spike, why are you still drunk? We drank a whole pot of coffee."

Spike laughed, "Luv, I've got news for you, you're as drunk as I am."

"What? I am not! Caffeine just makes me all silly, apparently," Willow defended.

Spike brought his face inches from Willow's, causing her to gasp suddenly. "You are drunk," he said huskily, adjusting his position on the couch so that their bodies were nearly touching. "Because I spiked the coffee." He leaned in slowly and just as his lips brushed hers he felt the sting of a slap cover his cheek.

Willow was pissed! How dare he get her drunk? And then he tried to kiss her! The nerve! Before she knew what she was doing she smacked him across the face and jumped off the couch, nearly falling to the ground in the process. "You spiked the coffee? How dare you?! Who do you think you are mister?mister?damn vampire! Ooh! You make me so mad sometimes!"

Spike shook his head in disbelief. He was considerably more aware than she thought he was. One of the unfortunate aspects of being a vampire was that any buzz lasted for only a short while. Must be that pesky lack of blood circulation. She had slapped him. The brazen little witch had actually slapped him. Spike felt his demon slip forward a notch. He slowly got off of the couch and made his way over to Willow, who was continuing to back away from him, apparently aware of the mistake she had made. She backed into the wall. Spike had become oblivious to her ramblings and focused on the slight tremble of her bottom lip. She was frightened; that made him happy. He came within inches of her, pressing his body into hers. He inhaled deeply; the scent of her fear mixed with?arousal? He grabbed the back of her head, gripping her red hair in his fingers; he tilted her head so that she faced him eye to eye. "You slapped me," he said through clenched teeth.

Willow was scared. His grip on her hair pulled at her scalp in pain. "I'm?I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Spike. I won't?I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me." She closed her eyes.

Spike felt exhilarated at the power rush. "Look at me!" he ordered. "Now let's see," he said evilly, "What can you do to make it up to me? Hmmm. Oh wait, I know, this." Spike captured Willow's lips in a hard kiss, prying her mouth open as she whimpered. He pushed her up against the wall and gyrated his pelvis into her body. Her mouth was on fire and Spike's demon demanded release. He could feel her struggle slip away and be replaced by passion. He knew she wanted him. He squeezed her ass and lifted her up. Willow wrapped her legs tightly around Spike's waist pulling him in closer. Their tongues dueled and Willow gasped for air. Spike carried them up the stairs and into her bedroom. Laying her on the bed they both began to strip off their clothing. Willow's eyes widened at the sight of his magnificent body. Spike didn't give her much time to take him in; he was on her immediately.

Willow was vaguely aware of what she was doing. She was about to have sex with Spike. Somehow the thought didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.

She whimpered as Spike's cool tongue played with her erect nipple. She cried out when he nibbled on it before claiming her mouth again in a passionate kiss. Willow had never felt such urgency for contact. "Spike, please," she begged, "do it now." She felt Spike thrust his hard staff into her, filling her completely. A mixture of pleasure and pain went through her as he began a steady rhythm, pumping into her quickly. His thumb found her clit as they both neared climax. Willow felt him explode inside of her as he squeezed her clit, sending her over the edge. They called out each other's names and collapsed.

Spike rolled off of Willow, taking her with him as he did so. Willow lay atop him exhausted. "That was some coffee," she said before she fell into a deep sleep.

Spike smiled and dreamed of new visions of his redheaded goddess.

*-*-*-*

Willow glanced back at the sleeping form of Spike before she closed the door of her bedroom. It was 11:30 in the morning and she figured he was in a deep enough sleep by now to steal away without waking him. She gathered her materials and assembled them in her parents' master bathroom. It was the biggest room with a lock on it in the house.

She lit the candles surrounding her and sprinkled a thin layer of thyme and sage just inside the ring of candles. Sitting herself within the enchanted circle, Willow closed her eyes and began to softly chant the familiar spell. She had practiced it three other times since the big screw-up a few months ago and felt that she had gained complete control. It all came down to concentration really. As she said the last magical words of the incantation a quick, soft breeze flew across her, blowing out all of the candles except for the one she held in her hands; the one that promised her control. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"So mote it be," she said softly and blew out the candle.

Willow cleaned up her materials and went downstairs to fix some lunch. Setting herself on the couch she smiled to herself, she could hardly wait until Spike woke up.

*-*-*-*

Spike reached out and grabbed the empty pillow. His eyes flung open in an instant. He had fully expected to find Willow there beside him. How dare she leave him! Putting on his jeans he strode out of the room and followed her scent downstairs. There was some god-awful talk show on the tele, but Willow was no where in sight. Movement caught his eye and he found her searching through the bookshelf, her back to him. He snuck up silently behind her and clamped his hand over her mouth. "You weren't there when I woke up, Luv. I missed you." He swung her around and pushed her up against the bookshelf, capturing her warm lips in a commanding kiss. Spike pressed their bodies together forcefully, demanding contact.

Willow's heart jumped into her throat when Spike grabbed her from behind. She hadn't heard him at all. When he had swung her around to face him, she was about to speak but was cut short by an incredible kiss. She whimpered in surprise and Spike took advantage, thrusting his cool tongue into her mouth. Willow couldn't help but want him. She clawed lustfully at his naked chest, feeling his hard muscles. Her mind reeled from the passion and she forced herself to break contact with him. She didn't want her plans ruined. Sex could wait?a little while anyway. "Spike," she said breathlessly. When he didn't respond she said it louder, "Spike!"

"What?!" he asked, genuinely surprised. He knew she wanted him, he could smell her arousal. "It's a little late for cold feet now, Baby," he chided.

Willow caught her breath. "No, it's not that. BELIEVE ME, it's not that. It's just that it's 6:00 and I'm a little hungry."

Spike smiled. "So am I." He began sucking at her neck, cursing the implant for the thousandth time. He continued his assault on Willow's neckline as his hands traveled up her shirt and found her satin enclosed breasts. He gave her erect nipples a gentle squeeze and she cried out, moving away from him. Spike glared at her playfully, someone wanted to play hard to get? He loved to play games.

Willow walked to the couch, facing Spike all the while. "No, I mean I could really use a good dinner about now. I don't suppose you know how to cook?"

Spike shrugged his shoulders. "Don't really have much use for it now but before I was turned I seem to recall being a bit of a chef." He sauntered across the room and Willow moved behind the couch, keeping the piece of furniture between them. "I'm not going to cook for you, Red. But I can promise?other?delicacies."

Willow stared at Spike intently, "You will cook me the most fabulous dinner of my life." Her eyes lit up and Willow felt something inside her *shift *. She noticed Spike's change in demeanor immediately.

"Right," he answered, "I think I know just the thing for you, Luv." He kissed her on the cheek before walking into the kitchen. He found the food Willow had purchased during the day.

"You know what my favorite dish is?" she called sweetly.

Spike peeked his head out from the kitchen. "What?"

"Well, I love Italian food, but my favorite is penne a la vodka with a loaf of homemade garlic bread smothered in mozzarella and parmesan cheeses."

Spike beamed back at her. "Coming right up!" He ducked back into the kitchen.

Willow let out a small giggle and walked into the kitchen. Looking at Spike, she couldn't help but notice the desire building inside of her. Taking in his lean, muscular torso, an idea suddenly came to her. Revenge was sweet indeed. "Oh, Spike," she sang.

Spike turned around to find Willow holding up a small apron. "Oh no, I'm not wearing that little thing. I'll cook you the best meal of your little life, Red, but I'll stick to my jeans thank you very much." He turned his back to her and shook his head. Silly little chit.

Willow cocked her eyebrow,. "Spike, you love to cook in the nude, wearing only *this * apron." She was truly loving this! She held out the apron to Spike who took it thankfully.

"Was wondering where that bloody thing was. Thanks, Pet." He kissed her full on the lips. Looking at her with a sexy smile he added, "Well? You gonna turn around or stand there and watch?" He began slowly unfastening his pants.

Willow said nothing, just stared at Spike's movements as he freed his semi-hard cock. She let out her breath slowly, not realizing that she was even holding it.

Spike enjoyed the reaction he caused in Willow and shortened the distance between them. Lifting her head, he captured her lips in a soft kiss.

Willow opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. She whimpered as she felt his now hard cock press into her stomach. She found his marble staff with her hands and began gently caressing the length of him. She felt him lift her long skirt and brush his callused fingertips up her thighs. Willow was overwhelmed with desire. She smeared the droplet of pre-cum across the head of Spike's cock and found herself wondering what he tasted like. She began kissing his neck, trailing kisses onto his chest. She suckled and nipped at his nipple and felt his strong hand take gentle hold of her head. She did not resist the gentle pushes as Spike guided her down to his aching cock. Willow hesitated for a moment and then, starting at the base, licked the length of him. She heard a low groan escape Spike, encouraging her to take him into her mouth.

Spike nearly died again when she finally engulfed him into her hot mouth. It took all of his will power not to violently fuck her mouth but he kept his demon in check, for the time being. He knew she had never done this before and he didn't want to make it a violent experience for her.

"Suck me," Spike instructed. He let out a load moan when she complied. "Oh ,Willow?" He closed his eyes, wrapping his fingers into her red hair. He hadn't even noticed that he began a slow rhythm of pumping back and forth while holding her head still. Willow seemed to quicken the pace on her own, scraping the underside of his cock with her teeth, causing Spike to roll his eyes back in sheer pleasure.

"Faster, Willow," he commanded, now holding her head in place with both hands. He wasn't going to last much longer. He allowed his demon to come to the edge and thrust hard into Willow's mouth three times, exploding his seed down her throat on the third pump. He cried out at his release and held Willow in position for a moment until he could retreat the demon inside him. Willow continued to suck him dry, releasing him just as he thought he would go another round. He guided her to a standing position and kissed her passionately pulling the front of her skirt up to her waist. "Now it's your turn, Pet."

Willow moaned when he rubbed her soaking clit but pushed his hand away. "Water," she breathed.

Spike looked at her confused, thinking that she needed a glass of water.

"It's boiling," she added. "My dinner?"

Clarity sprang to Spike's eyes and he turned around to turn down the burner on the stove. Satisfied, he turned to face his lover but she was gone. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Oh well, he'd have to pay her back later.

*-*-*-*

Willow sat back in her chair completely full. "Spike, that was indeed the very bestest dinner I have ever had in my life." She smiled at the vampire sitting across from her. "Thank you."

Spike gave her a sexy smile. "Wait until you see dessert."

They both giggled at his innuendo, the red wine starting to take its affect on them. Willow vowed to stop once she felt a buzz coming on. There would be no repeating of her drunken state last night. They both stood and walked over to the couch. "First," Willow said, "before dessert is served, there will be entertainment. You will dance for me." Her eyes lit up and Willow again felt the familiar *shift * inside of her.

"Of course!" Spike agreed standing before her in his black jeans and black T-shirt. Willow had made him get dressed before sitting down at the table. There was only so much she could take without ruining her plans completely. She watched as Spike put on the radio and began dancing around the room. Willow concentrated once more, "Did I mention that you are a great stripper?"

She laughed as Spike tore off his shirt and threw it at her, gyrating to the music coming over the speakers. Slowly he unfastened his button fly jeans while teasing her with his movements. As soon as he got the jeans off, Willow was on him. She could control herself no longer. Who was she kidding? Here she had this gorgeous hunk of a vampire ready to pleasure her every whim and she was making him dance! They kissed passionately, Willow's legs wrapped around Spike's waist. He squeezed her ass as he held her up.

"Spike," Willow whispered, "fuck me like I've never been fucked. Don't wait any longer. I need you inside me."

Spike laid her on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Willow closed her eyes and thought not for the last time that night, revenge was indeed sweet.