Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: NC-17 BDSM Topics
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Buffy sat on the sofa, only moving to bring the scotch bottle to her lips. She kept replaying the scene in the basement. Spike and Will, her Will, doing that ... well not That, but the other that.
Will had been enjoying herself. That had been painfully obvious. Spike ... well ... vampire. Duh!
How was she supposed to handle this ... this ... whatever the hell "this" was? A sound at the kitchen door drew her attention from the scotch, but not the thoughts. She glared at the peroxide blond and her best friend.
"What the hell is this, and how the hell am I supposed to handle it? Whatever "it" is."
Spike smirked at her as he sauntered across the room to drop bonelessly into an armchair. Willow followed, one step behind him, curling herself at his feet and resting her head against his thigh. Spike's elegant fingers threaded through her hair.
"Well Slayer, I'd say for you to call it none of your bleedin' business."
"I can't accept that Spike. You were hurting Willow."
"Yeah, I was." There was a pleased smile on the vampire's angled face. "Still don't see where it's any of your business."
"Will's my best friend, I'm making it my business." The tiny blonde looked at her friend, her puzzlement evident. "Will, how can you let him hit you? Don't you remember Pete? There isn't a good reason to let your boyfriend hit you, even if he's evil and gets off on it."
Willow glanced at Spike, silently seeking his permission to speak. She relaxed when she saw his subtle nod.
"Buffy, you don't understand. Spike isn't going to harm me."
"He was hitting you. There were things down there that can do real damage in human hands. Spike isn't human, his are ... "
"He's a vampire, Buffy. A vampire who would do anything to protect me. He will never harm me. And yes, he was hitting me, lightly." The redhead blushed, "Buffy, he was doing it because of me ... "
"You asked for it? Willow, you can't do anything so bad that you should be hit."
If it was possible, Willow's face got even redder.
"Buffy, stop, you don't understand. Spike wasn't hitting me because I'd done something wrong." Willow put on her famous resolve face as the blonde started to interrupt her. "He was hitting me because I like it. I ... " the witch looked around, then down at the floor, "I get off on it."
Buffy's mouth dropped open. Her eyes were wide and shocked. She brought the bottle to her mouth and swallowed. Then she coughed as the burn hit her throat. She grimaced and hit back another slug of whiskey, all the while never looking away from Willow.
"You like ... "
"Yeah, Slayer, she likes, it makes her hot and wet to be spanked. But if you think I'd ever leave a mark that scarred my girl, than you lost more than your life to Glory, she managed to suck your sense as well. The only mark that will ever touch my girl is the one on her throat that means she belongs to me. In every sense of the word."