GOING ONCE (10/?)
 

"Up and at 'em Lazy Bones."
 

Spike growled, moving his head against the couch cushion. "Go away."
 

Willow smiled at his tone, putting her package on the table and standing over
him, "Wakey wakey sleepy head."
 

"Sod off," Spike said, trying to ignore the too perky voice and sleep.
 

"That's not very nice," Willow said in amusement. She let her eyes run over
his body, noticing the way his blue jeans fit tightly against his ass. Soft
material molding the curves. She reluctantly moved her eyes up his back,
seeing the pale flesh that showed from where his T-shirt had bunched up. She
wished that he'd just stop wearing a shirt at all. It was such a waste to
cover such a beautiful site. She clucked her tongue, a smile on her face as
she continued, "Spikey...you need to get up. It's after five."
 

"I'm sleeping. This is just a nightmare," he muttered, keeping his eyes
closed as he tried to go back to sleep.
 

Willow moved from the couch and went into the kitchen. She set about heating
up his blood, knowing that the scent would soon have him sitting up. She
glanced back into the living room, seeing that he was still laying there.
Frowning, she studied him before smiling. She filled a glass with water and
went back into the living room. "Spikey...one last chance. You need to wake
up."
 

"Fuck off," he said, snarling as he kept his arm over his face.
 

"You were warned," she said, emptying the glass over his head.
 

"Bloody hell!" he cursed as he sat up. His hair was dripping as he glared at
her, his eyes yellow as they swept over her smirking face and impish
expression. "You little bitch."
 

"I asked nicely," she taunted as she went to the kitchen. She got his heated
blood and poured it into the mug. Walking back into the room, she handed it
to him with a smile. "Here. Drink. Then maybe you'll be in a better mood."
 

"You silly little bint," he cursed, taking the mug and drinking it down while
glaring at her. "What is so damn important?"
 

"The auction," she said in an overly bright voice. "I know what you need to
work on next."
 

"You woke me up for that silly auction?" he grumbled, glancing at the clock.
He couldn't believe it was after five. He had been up most of the afternoon,
watching talk shows and soap operas. He had finally laid back down at three,
hoping to catch a nap before she came back. He hadn't been able to get any
sleep when she had been in the house, able to hear every noise she made. At
times, he had even imagined he could hear her breathing. He was getting more
and more pathetic and what was worse was that he didn't give a damn. He had
been at her place for four days so far. He was angling for her to finally
give in and just ask him to move in. He'd take the spare room until he could
share her bed. He didn't figure it would be much longer until she would
realize she belonged to him anyway.
 

"Silly auction?" she repeated, staring at him with surprise. "That silly
auction is the reason you've been nagging me for days! I thought you wanted
to win."
 

"I do," he said, groaning. He'd almost blown it. "Sorry, some evil little
girl poured water on me and woke me from a sound sleep so I'm a little slow
at the moment."
 

"I'm not evil nor am I a little girl," she corrected in a haughty tone. "Now,
are you ready?"
 

"For what?" he asked, almost smiling at the look of happiness in her green
eyes.
 

"I was lunching with Anya and Buffy today and they gave me the idea," she
explained turning before he could see the evil smile that she knew had to be
gracing her face. "You need to work out, tone up your muscles. Get in better
shape. I mean, all that blood is starting to make you flabby."
 

"What?" he roared, getting to his feet and glaring at her. "Me? Flabby?"
 

"Not yet but you will be if you don't work out," she said, trying to sound
concerned instead of amused. "Anyway, I bought you this."
 

He looked at her hands and his expression hardened. "No way. No fucking way!"
 

"What?" she smiled innocently. "I just figured you wouldn't want to go to the
gym and work out. You know, all those mirros and things."
 

"I will not do it," he said, sitting down and pouting as he looked at the
blank television.
 

"But, you want to win," she reminded. "I mean, you've been so good at trying
to answer questions like a human and the new clothes. Riley and Xander are
both working out. You wouldn't want to lose to them, would you?"
 

"I can go chase some demons. Beat a few things to death. That's enough work
out for me," he said, his lower lip thrusting out.
 

Willow licked her lips as her eyes were drawn to his lips. She tore her eyes
away as she unwrapped the video. "Come on and get ready to sweat, Deadboy. Do
vampires sweat? I mean, Angel cried once but is sweating the same thing? And
do you sweat blood? Eewww...maybe this is a bad idea...."
 

"I don't sweat, luv," he said with a smirk. "And Wimpyass may cry, but I sure
as fuck don't."
 

"I think it's sweet that he can cry," she said with a dreamy look as she
noticed him glowering. "Are you ready to start?"
 

"Put that damn tape in," he said, jealous of Angel for a brief moment before
he remembered that the wanker was in LA and he was here with Willow. Smiling
at that, he pulled his wet T-shirt over his head and kicked his boots off.
Standing in just the blue jeans he had bought the night before, he watched
her push the tape into the VCR. He cringed as a too hyper curly haired middle
age man was soon seen bouncing around to some fast rock n roll song. He had
to smile as Willow turned and froze, her eyes widening when she saw him half
clothed. He nodded at the telly, "Why this one?"
 

"Oh, I love oldies. Besides, Richard Simmons is the best," she said, licking
her lips and trying to look away from him but not succeeding.
 

"You're wearing that?" he asked, moving the table out of the way so that
there was more space in front of the television. He glared at the peppy
sounding twit that was instructing people to get with it and bounce. He'd
show him bouncing, Spike decided then changed his mind when he realized that
little pansy ass would probably appreciate a bounce. He shuddered, looking
back at Willow. "I am not sweating alone, pet, so get that cute ass over here
and start 'bouncing'."
 

"But..but...I'm not in the auction," she said. "This is for you."
 

"I don't like doing it alone, luv," he said, his voice dropping into a
sensual whisper. "C'mon. You know you want to...Just say yes..."
 

"Yes," she whispered, each word he spoke like a gentle caress against her
skin. She felt her mouth dry as her heart began to race.
 

"You'll never tell me no," he whispered, his eyes still holding hers. He
broke the spell when he glanced at the telly again, counting to ten as he
willed his erection down. He couldn't very well jump around with his cock
straining against his jeans. "He wants us to bounce."
 

Willow jumped at his words, looking at the TV and laughing nervously. She
kicked off her tennis shoes and took off her sweater, leaving her in her
T-shirt and jeans. She walked closer to him, her eyes on the jumping man on
the screen. "I guess we should bounce then."
 

"You know of course that I owe you for this one," he said in a warning tone
as he reluctantly began to bounce in imitation of the twit on screen.
 

"Nope. We're even," she said, keeping her eyes off of Spike and following
Richard Simmons instructions on what to do when Great Balls of Fire came over
the speakers. "I owed you for that little macho display last night."
 

"I wasn't the one screaming out yes in a very orgasmic tone and parading
around half naked in front of a bunch of strangers. All those dirty men
looking at you with their thoughts clearly displayed on those smirking
faces," he said, his anger obvious.
 

"This is to get you ready for the auction," she said, trying to sound sincere.
 

He snorted, moving his body in a jumping motion without any of the enthusiasm
Richard Simmons was begging for. "Yeah, right. This is pure torture, pet.
Definite revenge."
 

"A lot of people like him," she said. "They say he works."
 

"I'm not flabby," Spike hissed, glancing down at his washboard stomach. He
didn't see a single ounce of fat anywhere. Damn girl needed her eyes examined.
 

"Let's just finish this tape," she said, deciding that ignoring him would be
the best bet. She glanced at him, faltering as she found herself watching
him. She quickly looked back at the television, hearing his knowing chuckle
as her face began to flame. "Just shut up and bounce!"
 

"Oh, yeah, I owe you, Red," he promised in a silky voice as he watched her
breasts sway to the music. Groaning as he hardened once again, he watched the
gentle swell of her ass bounce. This was going to be one hell of a long
night, he decided.
 

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