Title: Watcher, Slayer, Vampire, Witch 2/3
Author: Katy Hart
Disclaimer: Joss and company own them; I’m just
borrowing for fun.
Spike had had enough. He wasn’t going to stand around and watch the two of them paw at each other any more. It was enough to make him sick. He’d convinced the Slayer to unchain him while she was babbling on about dresses and bridesmaids or some such. Then ole Rupes had taken him aside and asked him to be his best man. Poor bloke had no friends in Sunnydale so he had to resort to him, William the Bloody, cause he was a fellow Brit. How bleedin’ sad was that? The compulsion to kiss Red had just grown stronger; it felt like he would die if he couldn’t taste her.
So he’d found his blanket and slipped out the door barely making it to the nearest manhole. He’d use the sewers, the dorms had sewer access, and he’d go to her dorm to find her. It was strange, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed right that he should be with the witch. He’d go from having a dark princess to having a fiery goddess. He smiled at the thought as he found the right grate.
There were not too many students around when Spike stealthily made his way out of the basement. He walked the halls as if he owned them, people getting out of his way as he passed. He found her room and was surprised to find it unlocked. He was even more surprised to find his invite still valid. No worries about Spike, he had a chip.
Obviously she wasn’t here. While he was waiting he could poke around. He saw a bag sticking out from under the bed and pulled it out. Opening it he could smell that the contents reeked of magic. Little Red had done a spell recently. He wondered if he would be able to taste it in her blood. Not that he could now. But as he’d told her, he would if he could.
Just as he was putting the bag back under the bed, he heard the door rattle. With vampire quickness, he was by her side as she entered the room. Closing and locking the door behind her, Spike pulled Willow close to him, making her drop her bag. Before she could scream, he had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other behind her head, bending his. Then he claimed her lips, softly at first, but with an ever increasing passion. He could taste the magic, potent and fresh. She was frightened at first and he could taste that too. She relaxed in his arms and opened her mouth to him.
Willow had been scared when two strong arms grabbed her. Before her mind could register what was happening, she was being kissed. She closed her eyes as cool lips teased her, a cool tongue whispering across her mouth. She struggled, but soon gave in, groaning as the tongue slipped into her mouth, dueling with hers. As she broke off to gasp for breath, she opened her eyes to see…Spike!
She’d always wondered how he felt about her especially when he’d tried to bite her. He tasted of smoke and whiskey and she wasn’t turned off by it like she thought she would be. But it wasn’t something she wanted to taste on a regular basis. Wait, she wanted to kiss him again? Well she had always thought her was good looking. She’d been fascinated by his marble white skin, the cocky exterior she knew hid a passionate, loving interior. It had felt good to be kissed by him. Then she realized that while she had been kissing Spike, she hadn’t given thought to her pain. She hadn’t thought once about missing Oz. Wait, was this connected to the spell, shouldn’t she fear him, shouldn’t she be afraid of him? Sure he had the chip, but that didn’t mean anything.
But this was Spike, her instinct warned. What would Buffy say? She scoffed at the thought. She was tired of worrying about what others thought. Tired of being logical, reliable, Willow. She thought of her vampire alter-ego; she’d gone for what she wanted. Maybe it was time to throw caution to the wind and do what felt right. Who cared if it was a spell, she deserved some happiness, even if it would wear off later. Right now that happiness was found in kissing Spike. She leaned forward, and closing her eyes, kissed him.
His undead heart skipped as she kissed him. Her passion burned him. As they continued to kiss, he roamed her body with his hands. He groaned as hers trailed over his chest. He steered them to her bed as he nibbled her neck. As she fell to the mattress, her hair spilled around her head; a flaming halo. His passion rose seeing her there.
Willow couldn’t believe how right this felt, how cherished Spike made her feel. She barely registered falling onto the bed. Her pulse raced and she tried to catch her breath. As she slowly opened her eyes again she looked up at the pale vampire above her. His sapphire blue eyes blazed with desire. She raised her arms in a gesture of welcome, smiling seductively at him.
“You sure Red?” he whispered.
“Willow, call me Willow. I want this, Spike. Love me?”
“Think I might Willow.”
He sank onto the bed next to her and kissed her again.
Buffy wandered through downtown, her mind on what had happened, her heart soaring. She never knew sex could be so….Wow! They’d gone back downstairs to find Spike missing. She’d vaguely remembered unchaining him so he could help with the planning and Giles asking him something. So here she was, away from the man she loved, searching for the chipped vampire.
She stopped when something caught her eye. The lingerie was beautiful. She could see herself in any or all of them. Or out of them, if Giles were to have any say in the matter. She sighed wistfully until a voice broke her out her trance.
“Hey, Buffy. What’s up?”
“Riley, look, aren’t they beautiful?”
“Um, yeah,” he squirmed.
He liked her and all, but looking at sexy nightwear through a store window was not his ideal place to ask her out.
“So, um, why are you staring at those?” He stumbled over the last word, not wanting to say lingerie.
“Oh, I was imagining wearing them for my fiancée. Do you think he’d like any of them?”
“Fiancée? You’re getting married?”
“Yes, isn’t it wonderful?”
“So who is he?”
“Who?”
“The groom? What’s the name of the groom?”
“Giles,” she breathed
“The guy who helped you in high school?”
“Yeah, He’s perfect and not as old as my last boyfriend, so big plus there. I want you to be there, for the wedding. I like you as a friend, Riley. I know we’ve been dancing around, but I don’t think of you that way. Could you be there for me as a friend?”
“Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you want, Buffy.”
She turned back to admire the items in the window. Riley was wigged. She sure had it bad for this Giles guy. He guessed he’d read all the signals wrong. He backed away, saying goodbye. She ignored him as she continued to look at the lingerie. Maybe he’d talk to the professor about a transfer to a different class, that way he could stay away from her and let her be happy. Whoever he was, this Giles was a lucky fellow.
Later that night
Willow and Spike walked through the streets, hand in hand. They kept stopping to kiss, Spike unable to resist the compulsion. It seemed to have grown stronger. Willow was energized by how bold she’d been; she would have to try it more often. Her heart still ached, but she felt that, with Spike, it would eventually disappear. Oz would always hold a place in her heart, but she was willing to give it again to Spike.
They seemed to wander aimlessly, but were headed in the direction of Spike’s crypt. Oblivious to the dangers of the night, they continued. Three vampires jumped out and attacked. Willow screamed as one tore her out of Spike’s arms. He growled and immediately put on his ‘game’ face.
“That was the wrong thing to do mate.”
He punched the one near him, pummeling his face. Suddenly he realized the chip wasn’t firing. He could hit demons. He nearly danced with joy, but remembered Willow. He reached into his duster pocket for the stake he’d started carrying. He staked his opponent and turned to face the two that held Red.
Just as he was about to pounce, a bright white light flashed. He covered his eyes and saw his life pass before his eyes. As quick as it came, the light was gone. He saw the two vamps were as confused at he was that Willow was no longer there.
“What you do with ‘er,” he yelled.
“Dunno, she just disappeared, what’s it to you?”
“She’s mine, you wanker,” he roared as he dusted them both.
He paced. Whoever did this was going to be in a world of hurt. They would have to deal with William the Bloody. Now to figure out where she’d gone. Watcher! He’d figure out what’d happened. Spike took off in a run. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing the Watcher and his Slayer playing kissey face, but he’d endure anything to get Red back.