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Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow, Spike, Girl Scout cookies.
Spoilers: Up through "Something Blue"
Timeframe: mid-season 4.
Warnings: None
Distribution: Near Her Always, Rapture, WillSpikeFic, Willow_Vampires, and spike-n-willow-fic mailing lists. Anyone else just get in touch and I'll give you permission to archive the fic at your site.
Beta Reader Thanks: Thanks to Kaz for the beta :-)
Disclaimer: These characters and their universe are owned by Mutant Enemy, Inc. and Fox Television. I make no claim to anything but my own writing.
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Spike glared at Willow from across the chair where he was tied up. He shifted uncomfortably, as if trying to clear his head of some nasty thought, then glared some more. "This is all your fault, witch. You and that bloody 'Will Be Done' spell. When I get this chip out... "
Willow looked up from the magazine she was reading. "You've said that before about a hundred times. Now, if you're not going to stop complaining, then please just be quiet. I'm trying to read. "
"Fine. Like I'd want to talk to you anyway."
"Yeah, well the rest of us don't feel like talking to you, either, Spike."
"Don't like it, there's the door. No one's forcing you to stay here."
"I promised Giles I'd watch you until he gets back. Grouch."
"You'd be grouchy too, if you couldn't eat properly, were tied up most of the time, and had god awful Slayer taste in your mouth!"
Willow's mouth opened then closed, in surprise, and she fought back at bit of anger at both herself and Spike. "Look, I said I was sorry, okay, and I am. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of that to happen. My spells don't always work the best."
Spike snorted. "Here's a thought - don't do magick, then."
"Is it really *that* bad?" Willow asked softly.
"Well, considering she's my mortal enemy, and I can't stand her, yeah, it's bad."
"I wish there was something I could -" she broke off her thought and headed to the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later with a box of - Girl Scout Cookies?
"You tried that before, remember? Cookies aren't going to help."
Willow opened up the box and took out a cookie. "That was only one, and these have a much stronger flavor." She walked over to the chair, broke the cookie in half and leaned in front of him. "Open up." She popped the half cookie in Spike's mouth, then the other half in her own, and watched as he chewed the confection, his scowly expression turning more pleasant.
"What was that? I could actually taste it."
"Thin Mints," Willow answered. "They're my favorite kind. Spike, you've *never* had a Girl Scout cookie?" she asked incredulously.
"No," he said with a small smile. "Dru just ate the Girl Scouts. Never bothered with the cookies."
"Okaaay." Willow took a long breath, trying to drive the slightly sickening thought from her mind. "Want another one?"
"Sure, pet."
Willow fed him another cookie, then took the box and sat back down to finish the article she'd been reading. She allowed herself one more as she read, then closed the box. "What?" she asked when she realized Spike was looking at her.
"That didn't work." he stated. "I can still taste the Slayer."
Willow shook her head. The big baby. "You're exaggerating."
"Am not." His lips held a slight pout, but the tone of his voice was steady.
Willow now felt worse. It was entirely possible the spell hadn't fully worn off yet, and the magick she'd used was powerful. "If I could help in any way, I would."
Spike looked at her intently, an eyebrow raised. "Well, there is one way."
"What?"
"Get rid of the Buffy taste the same way it got there. Kiss me," he suggested casually.
"K-kiss you?" Willow gulped. "You're crazy. I'm *not* kissing you."
Spike shrugged as best he could. "Suit yourself."
Willow crossed her arms as she looked at Spike from the couch. "And don't try to guilt trip me, either, Mr. Evil Vampire."
"Even if it is your fault." he muttered.
"Fine," she sighed with exasperation. "If I kiss you, will you stop being *such a pain*?"
Spike smiled broadly, a little wickedly. "About this, yes."
Willow regarded him warily. "Just a kiss?"
"Just a kiss." he confirmed.
"Okay." she stood up and wiped her hands on her jeans nervously. "But no tongues, and only for a few seconds."
Willow was surprised when he silently agreed to that without any argument.
"C'mere and sit on my lap, love."
She balanced herself across Spike's upper thighs, put a hand on the side of his face, tilted her head, and brushed her lips against his.
Willow wasn't aware of the moment her eyes slipped closed, but she was
aware of
Spike's cool and surprisingly soft lips on hers, the pleasant taste
of mint and chocolate, the movement of his mouth as he deepened the kiss,
and her hand sliding from his neck down to his chest as she answered him.
God, what was she doing?
"That's enough." Spike said gruffly as they broke apart.
Willow slid off of him quickly, a little embarrassed. "Yeah. Yeah it is. Did it work, though?"
"Yep. Oh, and Red - just so you know - you taste great. Like those cookies."
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