Willow put the shirt on, her flesh heating as she remembered how Cordelia's
hands had felt on her. She took the stockings that Cordelia had insisted she
buy and slid them up her legs. They went to her upper thighs, staying in
place with lacey elastic. She slid the skirt on, noticing that the material
of her leather skirt stopped above her stockings. There was a strip of white
flesh showing between the stockings and the skirt. She tugged on the skirt,
cursing as she realized it was as long as it was going to get. She brushed
her hair out, watching as it fell around her face in a cloud of red. She
couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts were pushed up and out by
the shirt and her legs looked a mile long. She knew she couldn't bend over or
the material would ride up and show her ass to everyone. She slipped the high
heels on, wetness pooling between her thighs as she remembered Cordelia's
hands on her. She sprayed some perfume on, the sensual smell adding to the
overall eroticism of her moment. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the
living room to join the others.
 

Spike smelled her scent as soon as she walked out of their room. He looked
up, his welcoming smile fading as his cock instantly hardened. His hand
clenched around the cup he was holding. Distantly, he heard the sound of
breaking glass but ignored it, his blue eyes on Willow. He stood, not aware
of the large bulge straining against his denim pants. "Willow"
 

Willow gulped, the husky sound of his voice sending tremors through her. She
felt eyes on and knew that Cordelia and Angel were staring. "Spike. Sorry it
took me so long."
 

Cordelia let out her breath, trying to ignore the wetness between her thighs.
She had known Willow was pretty, but wow...this even surprised her. The girl
was oozing sex. She felt Angel shift beside her and knew he was as affected
as she and Spike seemed to be. "Gawd, you look wow..."
 

Willow smiled at Cordelia, licking her lips as she glanced down. "You dont
think it's a bit much?"
 

Spike's eyes narrowed as he realized she intended to leave dressed like that.
"Go change."
 

Willow's eyes flashed with annoyance, "What?"
 

"I will not allow you to go out dressed like that" he said, crossing his arms
and glaring at her. She was his. He didn't want her showing off for other
men. He was the only man she was suppose to want to please. Didn't she
realize that?
 

"You won't ALLOW it?" Willow said, irritation running through her. "Who the
fuck do you think you are? I have a father, sort of. Don't need another one."
 

"Don't push me, luv" Spike said, his voice low as he glared at her. "Go
change. Something long sleeved....some pants. That sounds good."
 

"Spike" Angel warned, seeing the tension developing between the two. He saw
Spike flip him off, the blonde's eyes still on Willow. He shrugged, sighing
as he looked at Cordelia. "Ready for the fireworks?"
 

Cordelia just shook her head, "Why do men never learn?"
 

"Long sleeves and pants?" Willow said, glancing down. She thought she looked
damned good. Who the hell did Spike think he was? "Hell no. I'm wearing this."
 

Spike's eyes flashed yellow at her refusal. "There is no way in hell that you
are leaving this house wearing that. Your breasts and ass are hanging out.
Look like a whore."
 

"A whore?" Willow said, facing off across from him. She was as angry as she
had ever been in her life. "So, you won't let me leave wearing this?"
 

"No" he said, smiling smugly.
 

"Fine. I'll just take it off" Willow said, her green eyes catching his. She
could feel the heat in the air, her breathing ragged. She brought her hand up
and untied the strings holding the shirt in place. She let it drop, her bare
breasts coming into view. Her nipples were hard pebbles, goosebumps from the
cool air covering her white flesh. She saw his nostrils flare at her act and
smiled smugly. She brought her hand up to her skirt, her eyes challenging
him.
 

Cordelia licked her lips, her hand clutching Angel's, her fingernails digging
into his palm. She felt as if she were watching a face off. She saw Spike's
hand against his thigh, his fingers digging into the denim as Willow
unfastened the skirt, letting it drop. She enhaled sharply as Willow stood
before them in thigh high stockings and a small scrap of black lace barely
covering her red curls.
 

"Can I go now?" Willow asked, not believing she had just stripped not only in
front of Spike but in front of Cordelia and Angel as well. Damn, why did she
let Spike goad her so much. She started to walk to the door, skrieking as
Spike's hands went around her arm in a vice grip and pulled her into his hard
body. His mouth caught hers in a rough, passionate kiss as his hands cupped
her ass and drew her into his hard erection. She whimpered as she moved
against him, needing him to be closer. Her breasts pushed against the silk of
his shirt, his large cold hands roughly kneading her ass cheeks as he moved
against her, rubbing the wet lace of her panties with his denim encased
erection. She somehow knew that they probably wouldn't make it to the club
that night as she wrapped her leg around his allowing her better access to
his erection.

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