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Part 2 - Idle Fancy

Willow peered out into the darkness from the safety of the
french doors in her
childhood bedroom.  She just couldn't shake the feeling
that someone  was watching
her.  She had been feeling that way for days now.  She'd
catch the barest  glimpse out of
the corner of her eye of  a shadowy figure who would
disappear back into the night.
She often felt like eyes were on her as she went about her
daily routine.  She shook her
head. What would Giles say? An idle fancy.    Why would
anyone be watching her anyway?
  It was Saturday night and her parents were gone to some
conference as usual.
The Scoobies were all taking a much needed break.  They'd
just fought a Kloq demon
recently and were in need of some peace and quiet. She'd
turned down an invitation to
go to the Bronze tonight in favor of her own company.
Willow laid down on her bed and turned up her stereo.  She
was listening to one
of those soothing collection c.d.s of nature sounds and
classical music. She closed her
eyes, letting the scent of her vanilla incense waft over
her.  She had just taken a warm
bath in the tub.  She'd  soaked in there for nearly an hour
and gave herself a facial while
in the tub.  Willow had even scented her bath with vanilla
bath salts and eucalyptus
beads.  She had put on a flowing purple skirt which came to
her ankles and a matching
shirt.  They were comfortable as well as complimenting to
her features.
Willow and Buffy were sharing a dorm room now and she
rarely had
opportunity to rest and relax by herself.  She loved Buffy
but sometimes it was fun to be
on her own too. She wasn't used to sharing a room with
anyone, never had to at home.
In fact, she often had the whole house to herself.  Like
tonight.  She and Buffy were
getting together tomorrow to go shopping at the mall.
Willow was looking forward to
buying a beaded skirt she'd had her eye on.
Willow heard a 'thud' outside her door. It sounded like
two feet hitting the floor
of the balcony.  Willow put a pillow over her face to
stifle a groan.  She really wanted to
be alone right now.  It was probably Xander, he probably
wanted to have an all-night
vid fest again.
Willow threw open the door.  "Xander, are you out there?"
"No, luv, it's someone much more interesting."
"Spike."  She focused in the darkness and then blinked,
in case her eyes were
malfunctioning. He walked into the glow of the security
light.  He was dressed in his
trademark leather duster, black shirt, and jeans.  "Spike?"
She quavered under his
intense scrutiny.  "W-w-what do you want?" She hope she
sounded calm.
  He grinned wickedly.  "Now, that's an interesting
question. Miss me, pet?"
Willow reigned in her fear and the treacherous burst of
happiness   she felt at his
appearance and held her ground.  Her mind was racing,
recalling the last time they'd
seen each other, when he'd. . .  This couldn't be
happening.  "What do you want,
Spike?"
He cocked his head to the side, seeming inordinately
pleased for some reason. "I
must say, I was surprised to find out you live with the
Slayer."  He leaned against the
wall. "Thought you'd want to stay here. Not like your
parents are home often, Willow."
How did he know her name? And why was he so curious about
her living arrangements?
She bit her lips before he spoke."W-well, I wanted to have
the whole college
experience."
"Hmmm."  He walked over to the invisible barrier between
them and ran his
hand along it. "From what I hear, you're a straight 'A'
student.  The apple of your
professors' eyes."
Willow flinched but didn't back away.  He'd been talking
to her professors? What
kind of game was he playing? "What do you want, Spike?" She
said through gritted teeth.
"You."
"Me?"  Eep!  He meant to kill her last year and he was
back to finish the job.
He gave her a winning smile.  "Invite me in, pet."
She stared at him.  "Um, gonna have to say no to that.  I
have this thing about
being alive.  I kinda like it." Did he think she was an
idiot?
And then an idiot did appear.  Harmony. "Hi, Willow." The
blond said and gave
her a small wave.  Harmony looked at Spike who moved away
from the door to stare at
the newcomer."I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Willow.
 Is that your boyfriend?"
The empty headed ex cheerleader didn't know she was in
trouble. Willow
reacted instinctively.  "Get in here, Harmony.  Now!"
Harmony calmly walked in the door, seemingly oblivious to
the urgency in
Willow's tone. She embraced Willow in small hug and then
let her demonic features
slide over her face.  "You wouldn't believe how much I've
changed since high school,
Willow." She grabbed Willow by the waist and pushed her out
the door and into
Spike's arms.
Spike chuckled as he watched his beautiful redhead's
astonished expression.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this,
Willow." He leaned down and
gave her a plundering kiss, putting all of his passion and
longing into it.  When he was
done, he pulled away to run one lean finger down her
trembling cheek.  He locked eyes
with her deliberately and said in a husky voice. "Mine."
Willow could only gape at him.
                             *******
Willow sat in the front seat of the Desoto, wedged in
between the two blond
vampires.  Spike had his arm draped over the back of the
seat. She hadn't been able to
get away from the two of them while on her balcony.  Willow
thought that she  must be
an idiot too, why would Harmony just be waltzing across her
balcony anyway?  If only
she could be meaner, then she wouldn't caught in traps like
this.  She hadn't even been
able to use a spell on them either.  Spike had simply
draped her over his shoulder
before he vaulted to the ground and placed her inside the
car.
"So, uh, is H-Harmony you're new girlfriend?" Willow
asked in halting tone, the
silence was killing her.  Not literally of course.
"Not bloody likely!" Spike said and then chuckled. "She's
just a minion."
Harmony rolled her eyes.  "You don't have to be rude about
it."
Spike glared at the girl.  "As soon as I get Red inside I
want you to go.  I don't
care what you do.  Feed or shag or whine.  Makes no
difference to me, but don't do it at
the mansion."
Harmony pouted.  "But Willow and I went to high school
together.  We have a
lot to catch up on."
"Shut up, you stupid bint." He pulled Willow closer.
"Sorry you had to hear
that, luv."
"Will Drusilla be there?"  Willow asked, wondering if she
was about to be dinner
for the insane vampiress.  Spike had a habit of bringing
her 'take-out'.
"No, she's dust now.  Spike staked her because he's always
mooning about-"
"No on asked you, gel.  So shut your effin' gob before I
do it for you. .
.permanently!"
Willow faltered at his tone and the anger in his face as
he glared at the other
vampire over her head.  A furious Spike was a bad, bad
thing.  "It'll be okay, Harmony.
We'll catch up later."She said, seeking to soothe the
tension in the air.  Much later.  What
did she want to catch up on anyway?  Willow still hated her
for all the years of put-downs
and snide remarks the Cordettes had heaped on her.
When they reached the mansion, Spike opened his door and
held out his hand
for Willow.  She took it automatically, his grip was firm
but not bruising.  It gave her a
silent message --  don't even think about trying to run. He
tucked her arm through his.
Harmony flounced out of the car.  "I guess I'll come back
tomorrow night, Spikey."
Spike threw his cigarette to the ground.  "I told you not
to call me that, you
dosey mare."  She burst into tears before she headed off
into the night.  Spike shrugged.
  "I just know you're gonna love this place, pet."  He
said as he escorted Willow
inside the Crawford St. mansion.
                             *******
Willow was astonished by what she saw in the dining room.
The table was at
least 8 feet long.  Two ornate candelabras provided light
for the meal that was laid out
on the table.  Spike escorted to a chair near the end of
the table and held it out for her as
she sat down.  He sat at the end of the table.  He pulled
the two silver covers off their
plates to reveal shrimp stir fry.  "My favorite." Willow
murmured.
"I know." Spike said as he watched her reaction with glee.
Spike uncorked a bottle of white wine which had been
chilling in a bucket of ice
and poured them each a glass.  They began to eat in
silence, Willow was surprisingly
hungry.  She sensed was not in imminent danger.   He must
want something from her.
Willow plucked at her linen dinner napkin, not
understanding everything that
was going on.  Were she and Spike on some kind of date?
"Spike?  You aren't, uh,
planning to," she placed a hand to her vulnerable throat, "
have me for dessert?"
Spike grinned like the cat who ate the canary as he leaned
back indolently in his
chair and slid his eyes over every inch of her body.   "You
caught me.  I do intend to
have you for dessert, pet.  Do you remember the last time I
had you, pet?"
"I remember." Willow flushed as she began to feel
traitorously warm.  She
remembered last time all too well.  The things he had done
to her body. . .Goddess.    She
realized afterwards that while she loved the werewolf, she
didn't desire him. They had
broken up and were still good friends, though Oz was on the
road with his band.  She
had stopped things with Xander as well, she only had a
childish crush him anyway.
The two had gone back to being friends once more.  Xander
and Cordelia had broken
up anyway though because she'd gone to L.A. to pursue her
dreams of becoming an
actress.
A minion appeared and placed all of their dishes on a
wheeled cart which he
took away. There was nothing on it now except the table
cloth and the candelabras.
Spike whispered something into the other vampire's ear and
he nodded at his sire's
instructions.  Then, he came back with a silver tray filled
with various sauces and held a
small pillow in the crook of his arm.
The minion stood at attention next to Spike's chair.  He
was an unlikely servant,
dressed in acid washed  blue jeans and a "Motley Crue"
t-shirt. Must be an 80's
vampire.   "You can go, Frank.  Remember what I said. .
.stay away from the mansion
tonight."
"Are we alone?"
Spike listened for the tell-tale sound of the door
closing. "Completely."  He took
her hand a brushed a kiss over the back of it.
Willow shivered.  Just from that small contact. She looked
at the various sauces --
chocolate, butterscotch, carmel, raspberry, and honey --
which were lined up on the
table.  "What is that for?"
He got up to stand behind her chair."You gave me a
wonderful idea, luv.  We
were going to have a taste test of all of these poured over
ice cream for dessert.  And
I'm still in the mood for a tasting but," He nipped her
earlobe and whispered.  "I want
to have you for dessert too."
Willow felt wetness begin to pool between her thighs.  He
pulled out her chair
and turned her to face him.  With gentle eyes he looked
down on her upturned face.
"I've dreamt about you for months, pet. "  He caressed her
face as he spoke to her. "You
are so beautiful. I know that last time, I pressured you
into-"
"I wanted you too, Spike." She said as she covered his
hand with one of her own.
It was the first time she was able to admit.  She hadn't
told anyone that she'd been with
him.  Though, Angel had known from Spike's scent on her
skin.  He attempted to speak
with her about it but she had forestalled him.  To his
credit, the other vampire never
mentioned it again.
"You did?"  Spike's face lit up in a genuine smile.
She leaned up on her tip toes and gave him a sweet kiss on
the mouth.  "Still do."
It was enough for now.  She wanted him.  He'd gather the
rest of what he wanted
from her later.  Spike was selfish, he craved all of her. .
.heart, mind, body, and soul.
"Now, I think I need some dessert.  I'm feeling a bit
peckish."His voice was husky with
desire.
Willow trembled as his deft hands made short work of the
buttons on her blouse.
He slid it off to reveal a lacy green bra.   He undid her
it expertly and pulled the straps
down her arms. His hands shook a little as he slid them
down to the waist band of her
skirt.  He pulled it off, taking time to admire her smooth
abdomen and the scrap of
green lace between her thighs.  Spike kneeled at her feet
and removed her sandals with
care.  With hungry eyes he stared up at her. His hands
skimmed her thighs as he made
his way to the sides of her panties.  He hooked his thumbs
in them and pulled them
from her quaking body.  She now lay bare to his gaze.
Willow felt her stomach clench, it had been nearly a year
since she'd been with
him.  No one had touched her since. He put his arms around
her waist and sat her
down on the table.  "Lean back." He said hoarsely.  She did
so and he placed the pillow
under her head.
He took the bottle of chocolate sauce and anointed one
nipple.  On the other, he
smeared butterscotch.  He ran a line of caramel between her
breasts.  On one hipbone he
slathered the raspberry sauce and the other he placed
honey.  When he was finished he
stopped to look at her and survey the results of his
handiwork.  His mouth was
watering.
Willow was quivering with excitement.  The various sauces
on her body were
cool, the area between her thighs was warm and moist, and
she was blushing with her
own boldness.  She, Willow Rosenberg, was lying on a table
waiting to be 'devoured' by
a vampire.
Spike moved to her right side and slid his hand under the
nape of her neck.  He
kissed her deeply.  "You look good enough to eat, pet."  He
licked his lips.  "In fact. . ."
he trailed off as he bent over her chocolate covered
nipple.  He lapped at it with cat-like
strokes.  When it was gone and her nipple was turgid, Spike
seemed to mentally
evaluate the taste.  "Mmm.  Never had chocolate covered
Willow before."
He turned his attention to the thin line of caramel
between her breasts.  His
tongue made short work of it, licking a cool path up her
body. When he was finished he
winked at her.  "Caramel Willow is good too.  How am I
going to decide what I like
best?"
Willow moaned.  "Should I be calling you 'master' again?"
He grinned.  "We'll play those kinds of games later, pet.
'Spike' will do for
now."  He gazed at her body once more.  "Now, where was I?"
 He moved to her other
side and began to lick the butterscotch away.  He never
took her nipple in his mouth, he
merely licked the sauce away. Willow's hands clenched the
side of the table. He
stopped.  "Maybe I'm doing something wrong."  He flicked
his tongue over her nipple
as he held her gaze.  "I know.  You're supposed to suck on
butterscotch candies, aren't
you?"  He sucked her nipple into his mouth and Willow cried
out. His hand played
with her other nipple and he leaned across her body to pay
homage to it to.
When he was finished, he began on her raspberry covered
hipbone.  He licked it
clean and then began to nibble on it. He caught her eyes
again.  "Willow's raspberry
sauce tastes good too."  He licked his lips.  "I shouldn't
be surprised though, I liked the
cherry I had last time."Willow shuddered at the rush of
wetness between her thighs.
  Willow's legs were shaking now, she wanted him inside.
He put his hands
between her legs and held them open.  She wanted him to
touch her THERE but he
didn't.  He just traced an imaginary line with his tongue
across her abdomen, merely
brushing the copper curls between her thighs.
He began to feast on the honey.  It was thicker than the
other sauces, his tongue
had work harder.  Willow began to imagine that tongue
inside her, lapping at her juices
as it slid over her folds.  When the last of it was gone,
he stood between her legs.  "I like
honeyed Willow best."
Willow was trembling with need now. "Please, Spike."
He sat down on the chair at the head of the table and
pulled her sex to his mouth
by hooking his arms under her legs.  Willow groaned as his
tongue plunged into her
aching quim.  She was teetering on the edge of orgasm,
ready to explode and he had
just begun to touch her.
He pulled back to look  at her once more, her juices on
his face.  "I definitely like
honeyed Willow best." He began to lap at her once more.
Then he took the swollen nub
into his mouth and sucked.   Willow came screaming his
name.
His face changed and he sank his fangs into her thigh,
savoring the piquant taste
of her blood mixed with her juices. He only took a few
mouthfuls, he was painfully
erect.  "Red." He whispered.
Willow had recovered. She slid off the table and to her
knees between his thighs.
With gentle hands, she eased him out of his jeans.  She
grinned up at him wickedly as
she licked a tiny pearl drop from the end.  "I remember how
much I like the taste of
this."  It was his turn to groan.  She sucked him into his
mouth.  It didn't take him long
to give into the persuasiveness of her mouth.  He came with
a roar.
 

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