Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill. Anyone that has permission, take. Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: PG 13 (language and smoochies)
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Feedback is appreciated
Note: Something very silly! Be warned! It is silly and fluffy…did I
mention silly? As for plot, what's a plot?
Takes place after Season 7 of BTVS and Season 4 of ATS
Dedicated to anyone that knows where I got the inspiration for this little fic. Giggle. If you, it means you understand my muse and my mind! That might not be a good thing though....LOL....
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Willow leaned down and scratched the puppy behind his ears, an amused smile on her face as he licked her arm. She laughed, "Stop licking me, you silly thing!"
"Are you finished yet?" Spike asked as he glared at the redhead witch.
Willow looked at Spike, a bit surprised at the tone in his voice. She would never understand him, she decided. It had been nearly seven months since they had moved to LA to help Angel, seven months since they had become best friends, seven months that she had been fighting the urge to kiss him senseless, her mind rarely stopping at just kissing. Knowing that now was not the time to think of those thoughts, reminding herself that she really didn't need to think about Spike naked when he was standing by the sofa glaring at her. Thinking back to his questions, she shook her head as she said, "I'm playing. Why don't you go watch some television or something if you're so bored."
"I'm not leaving you here alone with that pup," Spike looked at her as if she were crazy for even suggesting the idea. "Aren't you tired of playing with the brat?"
Willow rolled her eyes, knowing it was useless to argue in Connor's defense. He was a brat, but he was kind of fun to play with. She knew he had a crush on her, something that Spike never failed to point out whenever she started spending time with the surly teen. It actually felt rather nice to know that someone had a crush on her. She'd never been crush worthy before. Connor would eventually tire of her and move his attentions elsewhere, so she knew it wouldn't do any harm to be friends with the teen. Poor boy needed some friends. He'd been through a lot in his very short life, and she knew that he got lonely sometimes even if he wouldn't admit it. Besides, his crush on Faith had only lasted a few months so she didn't figure it would be long before he was interested in someone else. Her crush on Xander hadn't stopped them from becoming good friends, so why should she treat Connor any differently just because he kinda liked her? Spike just couldn't understand it, always telling her that she was encouraging the boy and that she needed to stop playing with him. Connor knew that she wasn't interested in him, so Spike was just being stupid, as usual. She looked at Spike and said, "No, I'm not," before sticking her tongue out at him.
"Red, leave the damn pup alone," Spike snarled watching as the redhead began to tickle the dog. "Bloody bastard will hump your leg as soon as he gets the chance!"
"He's not going to hump my leg," Willow rolled her eyes as Spike continued to complain. She stood up and turned to face Spike completely, "why don't you find someone else to bother for awhile? You've been nagging me for hours."
"You're ignoring me," he said with a frown.
"Spike, I'm not ignoring you," Willow said softly, wondering what his problem was. "I was talking to Connor when you came downstairs. Did you need something?"
"That brat is a poofster, just like his Da," Spike growled as he ran his hand through his bleached hair. "Whiny pansy assed brooding little bastard, follows you around constantly."
"Spike, what's wrong?" Willow asked with a frown as she studied the vampire that had become her best friend. He wouldn't look at her, his attention on the dog that was staring at him as he rubbed against Willow's legs his tongue licking her skin as he stared at the vampire.
"Nothing's wrong," Spike said in disgust. "Play with the brat, if you want. I don't care. I don't give a fucking damn what you do," he said as he searched his pockets for a cigarette.
"No smoking in the hotel," Willow reminded as she watched him curiously. She looked down at the puppy and said a few words, watching as Connor came back to his normal form. He stood up, stretching as he regained his human form. Chocolate brown eyes looked at her with admiration and amusement.
"I prefer him as a puppy," Spike snarled as he glared at the pretty boy that was looking at his witch as if she were dessert and he was starving. Why had he come to LA? He hated Peaches and his whiny little brat boy. His eyes fell on Willow and he had his answer. He'd follow his witch anywhere. Damn it all to hell, he needed a smoke or a drink or maybe just a nice long shag with his Red.
Willow ignored Spike, knowing there was no point in trying to talk to him when he was in one of his sulky moods, and instead looked at Connor, giving him an amused smile as she asked, "What do you say, Connor?"
"I'm sorry for ever doubting the power of magic, Willow," the boy said with a slight smirk at the blond vampire. He knew how much it annoyed the man when he and Willow played, so he made sure to insult the power of magic at least once a week. Today, she'd surprised him, though, and turned him into a puppy. Usually, she just sent him flying around the room, or to some location in another city, or some other fun activity. He loved watching her play. He'd never put much faith in the whole magic thing until he'd met Willow. She was so powerful, so strong, that it never failed to amaze him how wrong he had been. He'd used the puppy thing to his advantage, though, doing his best to cause the vampire irritation. Deciding to keep pushing this time, he gave her a smile as he asked, "Can we play some more?"
"That does it," Spike said, screaming out, "Peaches! Tell Red to quit playing with your boy!"
"You don't have to scream, childe," Angel said as he left his office and leaned against his doorway. His amused eyes looked from a snarling Spike to a confused Willow to a smirking Connor. That boy of his would never learn. He knew the youth had a crush on Willow, any idiot could see that, but he also knew that his son took extreme pleasure in annoying Spike. Okay, so maybe he did get that enjoyment from his father, but Angel knew that his son was pushing the limits of Spike's control at the moment. Any fool could see that his grandchilde wanted Willow. Hell, there was even a bet running amongst them all about how long it would be before Spike admitted his feelings. Connor was pushing the vampire deliberately. Angel felt his lips curl into a smile as he looked at Spike, deciding to enjoy the moment for a bit, "Why shouldn't Willow play with my boy?"
"Because," Spike faltered, not really having a good excuse. He suddenly smiled as he said, "because your kid might get hurt! Yeah, he could get all confused and fucked up. You know, with all those silly romantic ideas he has about my witch and all, couldn't be very good for his emotional well being and all that shit."
Angel arched a brow at Spike's explanation, having caught the my witch comments and wondering when the blond had started watching Oprah, but deciding not to press that matter, "Connor is an adult. I have faith that he can handle whatever 'emotional problems' might be caused by talking to Willow."
"Thanks, Dad," Connor shot his father a grin and a wink, liking the idea of being considered an adult.
"How touching," Spike groaned, his eyes flashing as he saw the boy touch his Red's shoulder. He pointed, glaring as he said, "Peaches, tell him he can't touch her!"
"Excuse me, I am right here you know," Willow spoke up finally, knowing if this continued for long she'd get a terrible headache, "Spike, go away. You're acting like a child! Quit pouting and go get something to eat. Maybe you'll calm down!"
"I don't pout," he denied vehemently, "and I already ate, Witch! Of course, you'd have known that if you'd have stopped playing with the brat long enough to talk to me!"
Oh yeah, his boy was in love. Angel smiled as he crossed his arms, dark eyes pinning Spike as he asked, "Do you want Willow to play with you, Spike?"
Willow looked at Angel, her eyes widening as a slight blush crossed her face at his words. He had said them in a way that changed their context, that twisted them into something that was not the innocent games she was playing with Connor as she taught him about magic and the many uses that it had. No, Angel had turned them into something that had her flashing to beds and naked Spike and…golly, it was warm in this room. She hissed, "Angel, stop it!"
Spike had frozen at his grandsire's words, images of the many games he'd love to play with his witch flashing in his head. Each one caused him to harden just a bit more until he could feel his erection pressing against the denim of his jeans. He'd kill them both, he decided. Father and son, both spending their waking hours tormenting him, finding amusement in torturing him. Damn Angelus and his demon spawn. He couldn't even deny Angel's words, knowing the truth in them. He was jealous. Jealous of that silly little boy that got to spend hours playing with his Red while he was ignored. Oh, sure, he knew Red wasn't interested in the pup, but that didn't change the fact that she had fun with the whelp. He didn't quite know when he had fallen for his witch. They'd left Sunnydale behind, making a new start with his grandsire, becoming best friends. That had been bad enough, knowing that Willow was the first real friend that he'd ever had. Then, one day, he'd found her laughing and playing with Connor, creating colored bubbles in the lobby, and he'd known. He loved her, wanted her, needed her. That had been a few months before, and he still didn't know what the bloody hell to do about it.
Willow looked away from Angel's amused face, her eyes catching Spike's. What she saw there made her gasp softly. Blue eyes stormy with desire and lust and love? Spike loved her? How? When? Why hadn't she realized it before? Oh, goodness, this was a surprise. She'd fallen for him even before they'd left Sunnydale, had been half in love with him since that night years ago when he'd held her on the bed in that dirty factory and ran his tongue over her neck. Okay, so maybe she'd wanted him since then, but the love had followed in the months after when he had come back to Sunnydale and received the implant and had been the only one willing to listen to her talk about Oz and he would help her on patrol and…..why hadn't she seen it? She licked her lips as she gathered her courage and asked softly, "Is he right, Spike? Do you want to play with me?"
"Bloody hell," Spike groaned as he saw the look in her eyes, moving forward and claiming her lips in a possessive kiss, answering her question the best way that he could.
"Bout damn time! I didn't think Fang would ever make his move," Faith said as she entered the hotel, her dark eyes taking in the scene in the lobby. She moved to Angel, giving her lover a brief kiss before turning her attention to the redhead and blond that were devouring each other in front of them. She laughed as Spike lifted his hand flipped her off.
Connor sighed as he watched Willow and Spike kiss. He'd known that she would never see him as anything other than a friend, and he was glad that she was his friend. He didn't know if Blondie deserved her, but he did know that the vampire loved her. That was good enough for him. He moved towards his Dad and smiled, "You know, this means I win. I had this week in the pot."
"Hence your sudden need to bad mouth the power of magic, not to add the licking," Angel said dryly, rolling his eyes.
Connor smiled as he shrugged, "Hey, there were no rules. And it did get them together finally, so I'd say job well done."
"Licking?" Faith suddenly spoke up, giving the teen a look, "you were licking Willow?"
Connor laughed as he slung his arm around the slayer's neck and said, "Let's go to the kitchen to give the lovebirds some privacy and I'll tell you a story about a puppy and a stupid jealous vampire, Ma."
"I hate that kid," Spike said as he finally released Willow's mouth, his hand caressing her cheek as she smiled at him.
"At the moment, I love him," Willow said with a giggle as Spike's eyes narrowed. "If it hadn't been for him, you'd have never kissed me and I'd have never been brave enough to ask you to play with me."
He smirked, "So, you want to play with me, huh? What about the brat?"
"Spikey, you know you're the only brat that I want to '*play* with," she whispered as she leaned up and ran her tongue against his lips. "I love you, you jealous vampire."
"And I love you, my wicked little witch," he said before swinging her into his arms and heading up the stairs, his mouth catching her laughter as he took her to his room to play.
THE END