Sanguine Revival 27/? (Spike/Joyce, Willow/Tara this chapter, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 27/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Joyce, Willow/Tara
SUMMARY: This chapter:- Joyce and Spike discuss her options some more; Willow and Tara share a private moment.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Het. FemmeSlash. Bloodplay.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 3865 words



Spike is driving the DeSoto over to Joyce's gallery. He'd left Dawn tied to his bed, exhausted and recovering after their little games. There is a smile on his face at the thought.

Now to see Joyce, and find out where she was in her thoughts on joining them. He slides out of the car and heads on into the gallery.

Sitting in her office, Joyce is staring off into space. She's been distracted all day, and she knows her employees have been looking at her funny, but she's been unable to make herself focus. And now here she is again, totally unaware of what's going on around her. Spike notices Joyce's distracted and unfocused gaze. He can't resist. He glides in, silently, and rests his hands on her shoulders from behind. "Hello luv."

Shrieking, Joyce jumps out of her chair. She spins around and presses one hand over her pounding heart. "Spike!"

Spike chuckles. "Bit of wool-gathering?"

"What?" She stares at him blankly before shaking her head. "Yes. I... I've been thinking." Spike nods, his expression turning from amused to sympathetic.

"Come to any conclusions, luv?"

"I... maybe... think...I..." She stumbles uncharacteristically over her words. Spike moves in closer, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in to hug her, stroking her hair.

Relaxing into his hold, Joyce takes a deep breath to calm herself. She rests her head on his shoulder as her arms come up to return the hug. "I know it's tough, luv. But I'm here for you, luv." Spike keeps stroking her hair.

"I know." She sighs. Staying where she is, she broaches the question that will change her life. "What... what exactly would be involved in... in... making me like you." Spike has to be careful to school his expression and his voice. She's so close, he can tell.

"Well pet, the basics of the change are that the vampire in question has to drain your blood, almost to the point of death, then feed you some of theirs."

Swallowing deeply, Joyce nods slightly, taking another deep breath. "Does it...hurt?"

"Yes. It also feels good at the same time." An idea occurs to him, a wicked one. "You want to see what it's like, being bitten?"

Her head flies up to stare at him. "I...what?"

"Well you're worried about how it will feel. I *can* bite a willing victim, luv."

"You can?"

"Yeah."

Surprise gives way to mild suspicion as Joyce stares at him, her expression turning speculative. "You can." She says again. Raising an eyebrow at him knowingly she smiles a little, "Been biting many willing victims lately?"

"Maybe one or two, yeah." Spike grins and chuckles softly.

"Naughty." She scolds lightly.

Spike grins more wickedly. "You want to smack my bum then?"

"I have a feeling that's Darla's job." She laughs, "Or Angel's?"

Spike laughs. "Not telling, luv."

"No?"

Spike leans in a little more, kissing her neck. "You really wanting to know?" She shivers as her breath catches.

For all their flirting its never really been anything more than words and Joyce is very aware that an attractive man now has his mouth against the sensitive skin of her throat. "I..." Spike can feel the shift in her perceptions, the very lightest touch of arousal. He decides to push it a bit more, sliding his hands down from her back to rest on her hips. He leaves his mouth very close to her neck as he whispers.

"You picturing me with my bum getting smacked, bent over someone's knee?"

"Spike!" She gasps, sounding mildly shocked at the suggestion. It doesn't stop her shivering again at the feel of his cool breath feathering over her neck.

"You know you can make me stop this anytime luv." Spike kisses her neck again. "But I get the impression you're liking it."

"I...I shouldn't..."

"No, you shouldn't make me stop. You'll love it." Spike's hands slowly slide up from her hips, along her sides, cupping the outer curves of her breasts.

She gasps again, "No. I, I mean I shouldn't. You're with..." She shudders a little, "... Angel."

Spike chuckles again, softly. "Pet, vampires are very randy creatures. Even if I were with Angel... which I'm not admitting to," he says with a grin. "It wouldn't mean I couldn't play with someone else."

"But he..."

"He what?" Spike kisses her neck again. His hands cup her breasts more firmly, his thumbs working in little circles over her nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra.

"Wouldn't he..." She moans quietly at his touch. "Be angry?"

"Mmmm. Not really. Especially if you decide to become one of us. You'd be family."

"Family." Her eyes widen, "You mean you all?"

"Yes.” Spike nods. “We do."

She bites her lip, "And would I?"

"Mmm, I think you'd discover you want to." Spike's thumbs keep up their slow teasing.

"I would?" Her nipples are hard and tingling now and she arches her back slightly. "What... what else would I want to do?"

"Mmm. Lots of things, luv. It's really very freeing. A whole different perspective on life."

"And Dawn?" She asks, a worried frown creasing her forehead. "I wouldn't view her any differently would I?"

"No luv, I shouldn't think so. I was still protective of my mum when I was turned."

"And Buffy?"

"Well you know she'll be upset. That's a given.”

"Well yes. But how will I view her?"

"Mmm. Well there's never any guarantees. But your personality is a strong one, luv. I think you'd still feel the same, or close to it." Spike kisses her neck again.

Automatically, she tilts her head as she sways closer. "That's, a relief."

Spike plants a series of small kisses up her neck, moving towards her pulse point. "So, did you want to try it?"

"Try what?" She asks, distracted.

"A bite." Spike kisses her neck again, more firmly.

"Oh." She nibbles her lip. "Um, okay."

Spike kisses her neck again. "I'll take it slow. You can have me stop anytime." His face ripples as his demon visage emerges, and he just touches the tips of fangs to the skin of her throat. She shivers hard at the feel of them.

"Oh.. Okay." She whispers. Spike's hands stay where they are, thumbs still teasing her hard nipples through the fabric. He can scent the arousal on her. His fangs lightly scrape the skin, breaking it, and he laps little blood droplets, letting the pleasure chemical ooze into her bloodstream as he does. He wants her to enjoy this as much as she can.

Eyes fluttering beneath closed lids, Joyce sways in his arms, heat rushing through her body as she gasps. Spike slides one arm around her waist to pull her close and steady her against him. He presses the fangs lightly and delicately through the skin of her neck, not taking the large vein but rather the flesh nearby, pumping her with pleasure chemicals, taking only a few shallow sips of her blood.

"Oh God!" Joyce exclaims in a trembling whisper. Spike slides out his fangs, licking the wounds closed, still holding her against him. He's slightly drunk on her blood, on the taste of her arousal.

He just keeps her tight against him, letting her feel his own response, his hardness pressing against her thigh. "You like that, luv?" he asks, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"I..." She gasps, chest heaving. "I...Yes."

Spike lets his fingers keep teasing her breast. "So see, it doesn't hurt, not really."

"N...no." She agrees, her heart beat slowing down slightly from the rush of the bite.

"Would it...?"

"Would it what?" Spike can't stop touching her. She's always been special to him, and he drinks in this closeness and the heady scent of her arousal.

"Would it be like that if I..." She hesitates slightly. "For the people I bit I mean."

Spike smiles and nods. "Yes. You can make it very good for them, and with work on control, you don't have to kill them. You can take just a bit, like I did with you right then."

"I see. Good." Joyce is relieved that she won't have to kill.

"I'll help teach you, luv, if you decide to join us, and so will Darla. We're both Seducers, we actually prefer to give them a good time and let them go. That way they're around for more later." He nuzzles lightly on her neck. "You'd let me again, wouldn't you?"

"Yes." She agrees with a slight moan.

"That's the way your prey will feel. They'll want it again. There are people who get addicted to it, who'll do anything to get bitten."

"Anything?"

"Yes." Spike keeps nuzzling her neck, liking the taste and scent of her skin.

She shivers against him. "Have...Have you and Darla been talking about me then?"

"A little. She knows how I feel about you. You're family to me, luv. You and the bit, you're the only ones always been decent to me."

"You've done so much for us, even before the trip to LA. But even if you hadn't..." Joyce frowns, distracted from his actions slightly by thoughts of Buffy, Giles and Riley and the way each have treated Spike. Spike slides his hand off her breast. Both arms are now wrapped around her waist, just holding her close.

"You were good to me even when I was evil, no chip. Made me cocoa, listened to my troubles. I hadn't done anything. You just opened the door and let me in."

She shrugs a little, "You listened to mine too. And its not like anyone had told me you were a vampire, or anything about what the supposed truth about them."

"Even when you knew, you din't change how you treated me.” Spike smiles, then kisses along her neck up to her jaw line. “Like when I watched over you and Niblet in my crypt, and we watched Passions together."

"Well I already knew you by then." She tilts her head automatically.

Spike pulls back, cupping her cheek, looking into her eyes. "So did Buffy, and the others. But they saw a monster, and you saw a person."

"Because that's who I got to know." She says softly.

Spike nods. "You have no idea how special you are, luv. No one's let you know. I'd be proud if you'd join my family. I already feel like part of yours."

Blushing like a schoolgirl rather than the mother of one, Joyce drops her eyes. "You are. And... I'd love to join. If you, they, would have me."

"We would." Spike stroked Joyce's heated cheek.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Darla offered it, and we don't offer that sort of thing lightly."

"You don't?"

"No, pet. Childer are chosen very carefully. You have to be something special to enter our family like this."

"Oh." Joyce is lost for words at that.

There is a little cough from behind them. "Umm, sorry." The two of them turn to see Willow standing in the doorway, blushing a deep red.

"Willow!" Joyce jumps, moving away slightly as her hands fly up to her burning cheeks. Spike just smiles, letting go of Joyce but showing no embarrassment. Willow squirms a little.

"Umm, was just coming to tell you. We worked out a spell, and we know that Giles and Riley are both still alive. We can't find them, they're shielded, but at least we know they're still alive."

"Oh." Smoothing her hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture, Joyce nods, "Well, that's good I suppose."

"Yeah, well, ummmm...” Willow squirms and coughs again. “I guess I should be going, sorry."

"Of, course." Joyce nods and smiles, her face still flushed as he avoids Willow's eyes. "I'm sure you have studying and such to do."

"Yeah. Studying." Willow turns and leaves, not quite fleeing but obviously eager to be somewhere else.

Spike chuckles softly. "Sorry, luv, din't mean for you to be embarrassed." Joyce nods and smiles weakly. "I'll leave you to think about it, right? If you really want to, let me know. I'll arrange it." He moves close again, stroking her cheek. "But I hope you decide to join us."

Her smile strengthens and she nods again. "I will. I'll let you know soon."

"Glad to hear it." Spike steps back. "I'd better head back to the Mansion, make sure Niblet has done her homework."

"I'm sure she won't have." Joyce says wryly. "She's probably been pestering Mr. Pryce."

"Could be.” Spike laughs, well aware of how she might really have been treating the Watcher, if she hadn’t been tied up. “I'll set her right though."

"Make sure you do. I know how easy you can be on her."

Spike ducks his head a bit. "Yes Ma'am." He flashes a brilliant grin as he turns to go. "See you soon, luv."

"Soon." Joyce echoes with a fond smile.

As he leaves, Joyce lifts her hand to press two fingers against her neck where he bit her. She shivers again before shaking herself and forcing herself to get back to work.

******

Willow opens the door to their room. She takes in a breath. The room smells like home, all incense and fragrant oils and books and Tara. "Hi, honey, I'm home." She giggles.

Looking up from her book, Tara smiles and laughs. "Hi." Willow bounces over to the bed, settling in behind Tara, wrapping arms around her waist.

Leaning back slightly, Tara sighs softly. She rests one hand lightly on one of Willow's hands. "Did you see Mrs. Summers?"

Willow giggles again. "Yeah. She and Spike were, umm..." She blushes.

"Were what?" Tara turns to look at Willow. Her eyes widen when she takes in Willow's blush, "They were what?"

"Well, umm, he had his arm around her and he was stroking her cheek. It looked very, umm...intimate."

"Really?"

"Yes. Buffy's mom turned red and stepped back when she realized I was in the room. Spike didn't seem embarrassed though."

"Does he ever?" Tara giggles. She's a little shocked though that Spike would be in some kind of clinch with Buffy's mom. Sure, he flirts with her, but then he flirts with Willow too, and Tara herself.

Willow has to laugh. "No, not really. Anyhow I'm back for the night. I'm glad that spell worked, you were really clever coming up with it."

"Oh," Tara blushes and shrugs, "Well, it was nothing really, I was just flicking through a book..."

"Don't do that. You're so smart, so talented." Willow kisses Tara's neck. "So beautiful."

Unable to help blushing harder, Tara leans into Willow, her hand coming up to stroke her hair. "So you keep telling me."

"That's because you are." Willow kisses along her neck, her jaw, nibbling at her earlobe.

Gasping, Tara shivers at the kisses to her sensitive throat. "So are you." She whispers, really meaning 'Not as much as you.'

"Tara," Willow whispers hoarsely. "I really, really need to be touching you right now."

"Okay." Tara answers breathily. "Don't let me stop you." Willow giggles breathlessly, pulling back a little to start stripping off her shirt, then unbuttoning the front of Tara's dress. Tara tries to help, their fingers getting tangled over the many tiny buttons.

After a lot of giggling and fumbling, they manage to get their clothes off, and Willow presses Tara back against the sheets. She goes willingly, one hand moving to cup Willow's jaw, pulling her close for a passionate kiss. Willow moans and presses into the kiss, her hands tangling in Tara's long hair.

"I love you so much," she whispers.

"I love you too." Wrapping her legs over Willow's thighs, Tara pulls the slighter girl closer. Willow gasps.

"You're so strong sometimes." She kisses down onto Tara's shoulder.

Tangling her hands in Willow's hair Tara urges Willow downwards over the curve of her breast. Willow takes Tara's urging, kissing and licking over the soft skin, finally reaching her nipple. She swirls her tongue around and slowly teases it to a hard peak.
"Oh." Tara moans quietly, arching her back.

Willow lifts her head briefly. "I love hearing you moan. It's one of my favorite sounds ever." She moves over to the other breast, not wanting to ignore it.

"Really?" Tara asks breathily, another soft moan underlying her words.

"Yes, really." Willow takes her time with Tara's nipple. Nothing's ever rushed with them, as if they intend to milk every moment for the most sweetness they can get from it.

Skimming her free hand over Willow's arm, Tara strokes her shoulder and back. "I'm glad." She murmurs.

Gentle tingles of pleasure radiate outwards from her hard nipples, goose pimples following in their wake. Willow lifts up a bit, looking down Tara's body, taking in every curve. "You're so beautiful." Tara blushes again, her eyes falling half closed. She still doesn't quite believe Willow's words despite feeling her eyes heatedly caressing her flesh. Willow slides down Tara's body now, kissing her belly, teasing her tongue in and out of her belly button. Her hands are stroking along the outside of Tara's thighs.

Moaning, Tara shifts beneath her, her body arching to press against Willow's tongue. She trails her fingers over the smooth skin of Willow's neck, the curve of her ear. Willow moans herself at Tara's soft touch. Her mouth moves further down, teasing over the soft curve of Tara's mound, the soft baby hairs tickling her skin. Tara's legs fall open without thought. "Oh yes," She whispers. Willow's hands move to her inner thighs, stroking the little spots she knows by now are especially sensitive. Her tongue trails down to lick along the very outer edges of Tara's delicate folds.

With a gasp, Tara's hips rise ever so slightly off the mattress, urging the other girl on.
Willow's tongue presses in slowly, savoring the feel and touch of Tara's sex, finally pushing through and seeking her clit. She flicks her tongue slowly back and forth over the love button.

"Willow!" Tara groans her name, wriggling her hips. "Please." Willow can't help but chuckle inside. There's something a little heady in hearing Tara plead like that. She sucks Tara's clit between her lips and flicks harder and faster on it.

"Oh yes!" Tara moans, her fingers threading through Willow's hair once more. "More!" Willow groans and flicks harder, moving one hand up to press her finger against Tara's sex, slowly sinking into her wetness.

Whimpering at the small penetration, Tara pushes against it, feeling the finger slide deeper inside. Willow slides her finger slowly in and out, curling it, feeling carefully for Tara's g-spot. Her tongue flicks harder on Tara's swelling clit.

"Ohhhmmm." Tara gasps and mewls, squirming. Willow find the little spot she's searching for and adds a second finger, pressing in and hitting the spot over and over.

Each press against that sensitive spot causes Tara's hips to buck upwards, half-pressing into and half-moving away from the intense stimulation. She starting to moan louder now, pleasure tightening her stomach. The fingers of her left hand are twisted in the sheet at her side; the fingers of her right kneading at Willow's scalp.

Willow's completely into the rhythm now, feeling Tara's movements, her tightening. She knows this, knows just how to make Tara crazy with her tongue and her fingers.

"Willow." Tara starts to chant her name, almost like a spell, or a prayer. Willow moans again, hearing her name like that. She loves making Tara sound like this. Loves bringing her pleasure. It's more intoxicating than any spell.

As she spirals closer to climax, Tara's voice doesn't get higher, it gets lower and rougher. As her husky cries fill the air, magic rises around them, a slight vibration of sound and air and touch. It is only like this, her body writhing in pleasure that Tara's magic, her power, seems to be tangible. It is only when she lets go of her innate control and inhibitions that it flows out of her freely, wild.

Willow's own magick responds, the air fairly crackling with the current between them. She keeps moving, licking, thrusting. It's like some deep sacred ritual, a completion between them.

With a near scream, Tare comes. Her orgasm rips through her body as a magical wind whips around the room, scattering papers and rattling ornaments on their shelves. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Willow!" Willow feels the explosion through her too. She slides her tongue down to lap at Tara, to taste her juices, her fingers still thrusting as she lets Tara ride out her orgasm.

She waits for her to stop spasming, and slides back up her body, cuddling her close. "That's my girl."

********

Hands shaking, Joyce picks up the phone to dial Spike's number. She's got half an eye out the window in case Buffy comes home, and she fumbles the number a couple of times before she finally gets through.

"Hello luv," Spike answers. He's sitting in a chair in the study, Dawn sitting at a desk doing her homework. Not willingly sitting at the desk, he'd cuffed her ankles to it.

"H..Hello Spike."

Spike hears the shaky tone in her voice. "Are you awright? Do I need to come there?"

"No, no, I'm fine." Joyce laughs weakly.

"Awright then.” Spike lets out a little sigh of relief. “What's up, luv?"

"I was just ringing to let you know." Joyce stops, and checks through the window again. "I've made my decision."

"And what's that, luv?" He asks, feeling a little shiver of tension. He can hear her taking a deep, calming breath.

Her voice comes through quiet, but sure. "I'll do it."

"I'm so happy, pet. I'll set it up with Darla. In the meantime, don't you worry about a thing." Spike's voice is gentle, reassuring.

"Oh, ok." The shakiness has returned to her voice. "What should I...? I mean, is there anything I need to do?"

"No pet. Nothing you need to do. Don't worry, I'll be there with you."

"Thank you Spike."

"No worries, luv. You're family, you know that."

"Yes, I know." She says softly.

"I'll talk to you soon, luv. You just relax." Spike's voice continues, soft and soothing. "I'll take care of everything." She thanks him again before asking about Dawn. "She's doing her homework as we speak." He looks over at Dawn with a wicked grin, tapping a ruler against his hand in response to her questioning glance. She gets back to work with a whimper and a squirm against the chair.

"She's not troubling you is she?"

"No, she's being a very good girl right now."

"I'm glad to hear it. You know you can tell her off if she plays up don't you?"

Spike chuckles softly. "I'm being very firm with her, luv."

"Good."

"Now don't worry. I'll call you soon."

"Ok. I'll try not to."

"Night luv."

"Goodnight Spike."

Spike hangs up the phone. He moves over to look over Dawn's shoulder. "Doing well, pet. I'll be back in about half and hour to check. Best be good or I'll have to 'encourage' you." He heads off down the hall to call Darla in private and give her the good news.