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Angel of the Morning Part Nineteen

It’s been a while since I’ve updated my Spike/Willow Season 6 AU “Angel of the Morning”, and so I’m posting this shorter than usual update now rather than incorporate it into the final chapter. I think it works as a stand-alone scene. This is at least ‘R’ for sex. Maybe even NC-17, I’m always a bit hazy about where to draw the line, but the scene is almost enitrely sexual in nature. 1,230 words. I hope it doesn’t suck.

Previous parts here:
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten

Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen / Part Seventeen / Part Eighteen

Angel of the Morning

Part Nineteen

It was hard to keep a rhythm going with only one working hand, and the wrong hand at that. Okay, I was using my mouth too but, hey, it’s hard for me to keep from talking for long. The other things that some girls might have used, well, mine aren’t really big enough to be much help. Although Spike loves looking at them, and I guess they were a help that way.

“Doesn’t seem right somehow,” Spike muttered.

I raised my head. “Sorry, but hey, right handed, and that’s kinda out of action at the moment.” I dipped my head again and went back to work.

“Not what I meant, love. Doing fine, you are. Feels bloody fantastic. Just, doesn’t seem right for me not to be doing anything for you. And, you’re hurt and all. You’re sure you want to do this, pet?”

“Are you sure you want me to talk?” I challenged him. “I can’t do it and talk at the same time, remember?” I stuck out my tongue, and licked with just the very tip, and Spike groaned but in a good way. “I want to do it, Spike. I’m getting a big kick out of this. I feel like a real sex kitten. Okay, sex kitten with a bandaged paw, but hey, still sex kitten.” I licked him again. “You can do things for me when I get the all clear about the yeast infection, ‘kay? For now just relax and enjoy it. And I’m stopping talking now.”

I put my mouth back to other uses and left it to Spike to do the talking.

“You’re so good to me, pet,” he said. “So good for me. Dunno what I would have done without you. Best thing that ever happened to me was when you bumped into me and Clem that morning, y’know? Changed my whole life.”

I made a little “mmm” noise, ‘cause I wanted to encourage him to keep talking, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing for long enough to say anything with real words. It seemed to work out.

“Best thing that ever happened to me, love,” Spike repeated. “You were like an angel from heaven, bringing me into the light. My Angel of the Morning.”

I’d never been called anything like an angel before. If I’d ever thought of anyone calling me an angel, which I hadn’t, I certainly would never have thought of it being when I was doing what I was doing. I gave a little laugh, or what would have been a laugh if I hadn’t had my mouth full, and then I couldn’t resist the temptation any more and pulled my head back so that I could speak. “Hope you mean the kind of angel who’s not bloody stupid and whose hair doesn’t go straight up?” I licked him and ducked my head forward again.

“Bloody hell!” Spike protested. “Not the bleeding time to bring him up, love. You’ll put me right off.”

I pulled back briefly. “Sure?” I teased, and quickly returned to what I was doing, a little faster this time.

Spike made a few incoherent sounds and then managed to get his voice back. “Keep doing that, love,” he urged. “God, that feels so good. Still think it’s a shame I can’t do anything in return. Uhhh, yes. Bloody hell. Fuck, that’s goo – ood. Uhhh – uhhh – gonna come in a – uhhh – m-minute, love.”

I speeded up – well, as much as I could – and Spike completely lost the power of coherent speech. His hands were on my head, his fingers lightly running through my hair, but he didn’t try to control my movements, just let me do my own thing. I felt him throb, heard him grunt, and I took him out of my mouth and worked furiously with my hand.

He spurted jets of come onto me. The first jet hit my chin, and then I directed him a bit lower and the second spurt went onto my boobies, and that was where I wanted it. The third wasn’t really much of a spurt, more of a trickle, and it went mainly on my hand. I stuck my tongue out, and gave him one more lick just under the tip, and that inspired him to one more spurt with more power behind it that went into my mouth.

I wasn’t wild about the taste, but I didn’t hate it either, and making him feel so good really was a big thrill to me. Come to think of it – no pun intended – Spike’s did taste nicer than Oz’s ever had. It was more drippy, and less sticky too, and it ran off my chin almost straight away. It was running off my boobies too, and I wanted to make use of it there, and so I acted quickly before it was all gone.

“Remember when I had that attack of the gigglies when we went into the Magick Box?” I asked.

“Huhh – huhh – uh – give us a sec to recover, love, can’t hardly think after that,” Spike complained. His knees were trembling. He sucked in a big breath, and then managed to speak. “Yeah, I do. Something naughty, was it?”

“Well, I was thinking that I’d visualized this big dramatic entrance for us, and then there was all the opening of doors and getting in each other’s way, and it was an anti-climax, and then I remembered what ‘climax’ was another word for, and I had a vision of that sort of anti-climax,” I explained. I held him to the drips that were running down my boobies. “Slllluuurrrp!” I went, moving him along the drip kinda like the hose of a vacuum cleaner. “Slluurrp! Slluurrrrp!”

Spike roared with laughter. He really did, first time I’d ever heard anyone do that for real. “Slluurpp!” he joined in, taking over the moving of his cock and rubbing it up from my nipple to my chin. “You’re mental, you know that, love? Bloody brilliant. Never had any idea sex could be funny.” He bent down and kissed me. “Fucking fantastic and funny too.”

“Yep, that’s me,” I said.

“Damn right that’s you,” he agreed, and he kissed me. A lot. Eventually he took a rest from the kissage, and I caught up on my breathing, and then he kissed me once more on the tip of my nose. “Love you to pieces, Willow,” he told me. “Want to take care of you, cherish you, be worthy of you.”

“You are,” I told him.

“Dunno if I am,” he said. “Still just an evil soulless vampire here. Trying to be good, but it’s not natural, deep down inside. Couldn’t do it without you.”

“Well, hey, I’m no angel either,” I said. “I did some bad stuff to Tara. Hey, I did bad stuff to everybody. I was just so selfish, only thinking about what I wanted, never thought about what she wanted or needed, or about what was right. With you – I think more. I have to be strong for you, and that way I know you’ll be strong for me. We can lean on each other.”

“Bloody right, pet,” Spike said. He put his hands on my hips and helped me to rise from my knees. “We’d best get cleaned up before we go back to the others. Want to lean on me in the shower?”


The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only and all rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the writers of the original episodes, and the TV and production companies responsible for the original television shows. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ©2002 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer trademark is used without express permission from Fox.

Tags: angel_of_the_morning, fic
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