Rating: PG
Distribution: Anywhere! Just ask!
Disclaimer: *takes deep breath* I do not own any of the BtVS characters, although I wish I did, then I could take them home, feed them ice cream, buy them cute little clothes, and teach them how to do my homework. Joss owns them. Oh, and I do not own the song "Kiss Me." Sixpence None the Richer does, along with Squint records. I do not have enough money to pay for the law suit, so PLEASE DON'T SUE!!
Summery: Willow's dancing has an unexpected audience
Spoilers: Any of the episodes, though not a lot from the show is mentioned
Authors Notes: Spike is in town, and no one knows yet.This is probably in the future. Buffy and Angel are not together.
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Willow's room was well-lit as midnight approached, weaving a picture of the young hacker at her trusty laptop through the curtains. Spike crouched on her balcony, staring through the curtains as she typed away, or laughed at something said in chat. Staring at the computer's screen, the blonde vampire could make out that the chat was not a demonology chat, but merely a chatroom for young people.
<Ah, so she does take breaks from the real life once in a while> Spike thought, smirking at the thought. He continued watching her, as she turned on the radio. He was unaware of himself being watched until he felt cold hands grip around his neck. He tried to spin out of the grip, but was held in place.
Angel was mad. What business did Spike have watching Willow? That was HIS job. Angel hissed, "Spike.... why are you here? And please don't tell me just taking a walk, for I might have to do something to make sure you don't ever walk anymore." He accentuated every word at the end with a squeeze he had on Spike's neck. He let go of Spike, letting the blonde take a look at who had caught him.
"Look who the cat drug in." was Spike's only response as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Not answering Angel's question, he settled against the window pane, staring in as Willow had a giggle fit of something said in chat. Spike smiled, recalling the last time he heard her giggle like that. Angel's eyes hardened as he watched the corners of Spike's mouth turn up, although Angel had to fight down a smile at Willow's giggling.
Both vampires gazed at Willow as she began squealing with delight as the song "Kiss Me" came on the radio. She hopped off the bed, and put on a pair of shoes. Angel opened his mouth again, to address Spike's presence, when he immediately shut it, as Willow began sway to the music, unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her.
"Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."
At this point, Spike's and Angel's eyes were widened as they watched Willow start moving her hips to the beat of the music. Her hands began to twist around as her feet began moving her around the carpeted room.
"Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me."
Willow began an enchantress' dance as her whole body began to lose the look of a scared teen, and grew into a confident woman. Spike glanced over at Angel, who had completely forgotten about the other vampire, and just stood, watching Willow.
Smirking, Spike realized that if he were to escape Angel's anger, now was the time. He was about to move his foot when he caught a glance of the dancing Willow, and was hooked as much as Angel.
"Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map."
Willow's robe slipped a little, revealing a black T-shirt night gown, but in Angel's mind it was a small black dress, probably spandex. Spike just envisioned her wearing a tiny black leather top and pants. Each would remember that part differently, as their eyes were transfixed to the dancing enchantress, who was capturing their hearts as well as their eye gazes.
"Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me."
As the song began to end, Willow's movements began to slow down, letting the old Willow show through again.
Angel glanced over at Spike, who was having a hard time forming words with his mouth, still looking at Willow. His eyes broken from the trance, Angel grabbed Spike by the throat, and took a leap down from the balcony, with Spike. "Spike, if you ever tell anyone what we saw, I will make sure that you are tortured before I stake you myself."
Spike, now back to the real world, smirked, and said, "Aw, Angel, why the serious tone? Could it be you have feelings for Willow?" Spike knew that his own self did, but was not about to let that on to Angel.
If Angel could have blushed, he would have, as he stuttered out, "Why, um, no she's just a friend." Spike's brain began working overtime as he began to devise a plot to have Willow by his side for eternity.
Not wanting to let on that he was thinking about Willow, Spike questioned Angel, "And how IS your girlfriend Buffy doing?" Watching as Angel's eyes turned red with anger, he knew he had hit a nerve.
"Buffy and I are not together anymore. We both knew that it wouldn't work. And Spike, if I ever see you near here again, I will kill you, with or without a reason." Spike nodded, and began a brisk walk down the street, knowing that he would be back.
Sighing, though he
did not need to, Angel's form turned up to Willow's window again. Though
his eyes were free from the enchanting dance Willow had done, his heart
wasn't. And wouldn't be for a long time.
The End