*************FALLEN ANGELS********

Part 11             Training

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Willow grunted as she was thrown yet again to the floor.  This was the
third morning of her "training" sessions with Spike and it was about the
fifteenth time he'd made her fall flat on her back, turning away in
disgust and throwing his hands up in the air.  She didn't even bother
getting up to listen to his rant this time, preferring to concentrate on
what part of her body wasn't aching from his lessons.  She doubted
very much that this was payback for his beating. It had only been five
days since that night and Spike seemed to have recovered and forgotten
all about it.  She had attempted to apologise to him again, the day
after when he had come to collect her, walking slowly and stiffly, but
he had shot her down with a death stare and nothing else was ever
said.  No, he just seemed to be enjoying seeing her flat on her back
and at his mercy. She sighed, pushing the tangles of red hair from her
sweaty face.
 

"Bloody hell love, they aren't going to come up to you going 'oh I say
Miss I'm going to attack you now...thinking of going for your arms and
then kicking your legs out from under you'," Spike twisted his face as
he stalked back towards her prostrate form.  He reached down and
grabbed her arm, hauling her back up onto her feet.  "You have to
think...to fucking react..."
 

He released his grip and stormed away again, muttering to himself.
Willow pulled a face at his back tugging on the clothes she was wearing,
tight Adidas leggings and matching top.  Angelus had bought her three
pairs of them, red, blue and black and a pair of sneakers for her
sessions.  They didn't help at all. Spike was still royally whipping
her ass and she was quite certain he was enjoying it.  Again she
pulled a face at his back.
 

"I saw that," he spat, spinning round to glare at her.  He stood for a
moment, his jaw clenching in frustration.  He knew she could do it.
He'd taught her the basics, enough to fight dirty and get out of a bad
situation.  But every time he'd rush her, trying to get her to defend
herself, she'd simply collapse in on herself.  "You are fucking
hopeless."
 

He turned away from her again.  Willow stared stakes at his back,
anger coursing through her. "I'm hopeless?  Well excuse me for being
intimated by a vampire," she practically screamed.  "By someone who
could easily kill me."
 

"Kill you?" he asked quietly, a cold edge working its way into his
voice, causing Willow to back away from him.  Suddenly he spun, his
demon at the fore and rushed her, sending them both crashing to the
floor.  His hands held her arms and she was pinned beneath him.
Grinning, his fangs clearly visible, he licked his lips.  "Now that'd
be fun...but why kill you when I could easily rape you?  Huh?  Like
that boy...would you have just let him invade your body, take you
against your will..."
 

He kept growling the various lewd details at her, building her anger at
what Mitchell had attempted to do, anger at being pinned beneath him.
Frustration and rage built in her and she slammed her forehead against
his.
 

"Aaaaahhhhhh," he screamed releasing one arm to cup his head and pulled
up off her, pulling her with him.  In the new position her legs had
gained their freedom between his and she bought her knee up to his
groin.  Again he yelled out, a half strangled curse this time, and
fell forward onto her chest.  Releasing her arm his free hand reached
down to cradle his aching balls.  Willow twisted, using her hands and
one of her legs to push him off.  He stretched out on the floor next
to her and laughed lightly before his face twisted in pain.  "Oh, well
done love."
 

"You tricked me," she hissed adrenaline forcing her up onto her feet.
Her expression of anger morphed into one of concern as she looked down
at his pain-wracked face.  "Are you okay?"
 

"Yeah, love...I'm just thinking that ceiling really could do with
another coat of paint," Spike commented blandly.  This time it was
Willow who turned away in disgust, or at least tried to.
 

"Ow," she hissed, clutching at her thigh. Spike was back on his feet in
an instance, his hand steadying her.
 

"What is it?" he asked, critically running his eyes over her.  She
snatched her arm from him, overbalanced and put some weight on her hurt
leg, collapsing back down to the floor.
 

"I'm fine...I don't need your help," she stated wincing and cradling her
thigh.  Spike rolled his eyes and knelt in front of her, pulling her
hands away, his fingers running across her muscle.
 

"You're not fine," he stated reaching up to push back against her
shoulder, trying to urge her to lay back.  Her hands flew out and hit
him, one catching his jaw the other slapping his hand away.  Spike
grunted and grabbed his jaw, slowly turning to look at her.  "Very
nice love, but if you want to walk on this leg today you're going to let
me help you."
 

She glared at him before gasping in pain.
 

"Come on," he challenged her.
 

"Fine, what do you want me to do?"
 

"Lay back down for me," Spike muttered, his fingers working against the
knots forming in her thigh muscle. He manipulated her leg, bending the
knee forcing her thigh back onto her chest and the calf to rest along
the thigh.  Smirking he leaned over her, his chest pressing against
her bent leg.  He glanced down at her face, smiling at the look of
defiance and pain in her eyes.  "Push back against me, a good constant
pressure.  Focus on using this muscle," his fingers ran along the
inside of her thigh, the most painful part.  "It'll hurt at first..."
 

Willow didn't listen to his explanation of why or what she had done to
the leg, she merely concentrated on the pain and the feel of his
fingers, massaging the aching muscle.  She fixed her eyes on his,
amazed at the brilliant colour. She had never realized they were so
bright.  As he turned his attention back to her leg she let her eyes
take him in, looking at him closely.  His body was lean and muscular
and moved with a stealthy grace, while his skin was pale and smooth.
But his face was probably the most fascinating feature, high, sharp
cheekbones, and the brilliant blue eyes, soft plump lips that curled
into a wicked grin.  She could see what Angelus saw in him and
understood why he always left her at nights to go straight to Spike,
share his bed and actually spend his sleeping hours wrapped in his
arms.  She tried shifting under him, uncomfortable that Angelus'
preferred lover was lying so intimately over her.
 

"Lay still, pet, you'll only end up hurting yourself even more," Spike
muttered, continuing to work on the loosening muscle.  He glanced up,
surprised to find her eyes glassy with tears, he frowned. She shouldn't
be in pain now.
 

Willow closed her eyes and turned her head away from him.  As his
fingers continued to stroke her thigh, occasionally brushing against her
stomach, she wondered if this was how he touched Angelus.  If Angelus
preferred his touch over hers, his kisses, his cool flesh compared to
her warmth. He must. He always left her after the sex...to go to
Spike...to sleep with Spike. She felt Spike's fingers, cool against her
warm skin. His touch soft but demanding as he worked on massaging her
muscle. She looked at his face, saw his gaze fixed intently on what he
was doing. She wondered if his intensity was what continued to attract
Angelus.
 

"Stop it," Willow uttered, more to herself than Spike.
 

"What?" Spike asked, glancing up at her face.
 

"I have to go and get ready for school," she offered, trying to shift
unsuccessfully from under his weight.  Spike smirked at her, pushing
his weight down hard against her leg for a brief moment before releasing
her and helping her stand up.  Cautiously she put some weight on her
leg.  Although it still hurt slightly, it was nowhere as bad as it had
been.  She pulled her hands away from his and dropped her head down to
look at her shoes.  "Thank you."
 

She brushed past him and started to make her way upstairs to her rooms
to get ready for school. As he watched her retreating figure Spike shook
his head in general confusion regarding women.
 

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