*****
The door opened a crack, the chain snapping into
place. A soft accented voice murmured. "You got the
goods, little girl?" The figure behind the door
watched as the female lifted the white bag in her
hand, the blue and yellow logo on it clear even in the
darkness of the apartment hallway. "Whats the
password?"
"Open up before I stake your sorry ass?" The red head
grinned wickedly through the slit in the doorway.
"Right." The door shut and she heard the chain being
pulled away. "Come in, luv." Spike was grinning as he
opened the door to let her in.
"Been watching too many cheesy spy movies?" Willow
snickered, dropping the blockbuster bag on his coffee
table. There was already a bowl of popcorn waiting,
lightly buttered, just like Willow liked it. After two
weeks of coming over on Friday nights to watch movies
the vampire had *finally* learned to make popcorn
properly.
"So what'd you bring us, pet?" He grabbed the bag off
the table, groaning as he pulled the two movies out.
He raised an eyebrow. "Pet? 'The Craft' and 'Blade'?"
He smirked at her, wondering what had been going
through her head when she visited the movie store.
"Well...'The Craft' because I'm ya know...a witch."
She whispered the last part conspiratorily, winking at
the blonde next to her.
"And 'Blade' because I'm a vampire?" Spike snickered.
"YOU ARE?!?" Willow shrieked, backing away from him
with a look of mock horror on her face. "Oh, goddess,
where is a cross when I need one?"
Spike laughed. The little witch could be amusing
sometimes. Especially when she wasn't around her
'friends', wasn't trying to fit in with them and be
what they wanted her to be. "Shall we get the fun
started, Red?"
Willow grinned, abandonging her look of terror for
one Spike had come to realize was her 'playful' look.
"Sure thing, blondie. Which one you want to watch
first?"
The vampire disappeared into the kitchen, returning
with a wine cooler for Red and a beer for himself. He
thought about it for a second then smirked, "'The
Craft', we'll save the comedy for later."
* * *
"Can you do that?" Spike whispered, watching the
witches in the movie change their hair and eye color.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure." She smiled at him. It still
amazed her how comfortable she felt around the
vampire. He had assured her that he would never hurt
her, even if he got his bite back. And for some
reason, she believed him, knowing fully well that he'd
still kill all her friends in a heartbeat. Just made
the friendship that much more interesting.
"So do it." The vampire turned the volume down on the
movie, turning to meet her gaze with his icy blue
eyes. He wondered what the little red head would look
like with brown hair...or black....or blond.
The witch raised an eyebrow at the blonde. So he
wanted a command performance? He must really trust her
more these days - actually asking her to do a spell in
front of him and all. She pondered his request,
murmuring the words to a simple glamour under her
breath. With a smirk she ran her fingers through her
hair like the girl had done in the movie. It wasn't
necessary, but it added a nice flair.
"Blond is not your color, luv." The vampire fingered
the now platinum locks with amusement. She looked to
pale with that shade, her face seeming almost devoid
of color. Willow grinned, dismissing the glamour with
a thought, red strands again framing her face.
"Was just trying to be like you, bleach-boy." She
snickered, reaching for the remote. He slapped her arm
playfully, returning his attention to what was
happening on the television.
* * *
Willow was quite tipsy by the time Spike left the
couch to pit 'Blade' in the vcr. She looked at her
half empty wine cooler sitting next to the four empty
ones on the table next to her. Strawberry daquiri, her
favorite. She licked her lips, taking another sip and
leaning against Spike's side as he fast forwarded past
the previews.
"Whee." Willow closed her eyes, bouncing her head
along to the opening sequence, her mind feeling
deliciously numb. She heard Spike snicker and opened
her eyes to see the dance club crowd on the screen
getting covered in blood. "You like that?"
Spike leered. "Its an awful turn on, pet. The sight
of someone covered in blood." At the disbelieving look
on her face he added, "Well, to vampires it is
anyway."
"So, you mean all I have to do is pour a bag of blood
on me and you'll be putty in my hands?" Willow's face
scrunched up as she tried to think about the
possibility. She shook her head slowly. That wouldn't
do at all. Too messy. She wanted to be clean when she
and Spike had s-- She blushed. {I can't believe I was
thinking that!}
The vampire shook his head, smiling softly at her
innocent words, murmuring more to himself than her,
"Luv, there are easier ways to make me 'putty in your
hands'." He didn't really think he'd be putty though.
More like clay - hard clay. He stifled a groan as he
thought of what her hands could do to his cold flesh,
shifting oncomfortably when his jeans suddenly got a
bit tighter.
Willow's mind was fuzzy, she couldn't believe she had
been having those thoughts about *Spike*! He was a
-friend-, not someone to have -thoughts- about! Even
if he was damn sexy with that bleached blond hair and
crystal blue eyes. And the accent. Her mind started to
overload slowly as she silently enumerated the
vampire's numerous positive qualities. {Bad girl!} She
turned her attention back to the movie, unconsciously
whispering, "Yum." as she caught sight of the actor
playing the head vampire.
"Pet?" He couldnt believe the shy little hacker was
sitting there lusting after an on-screen vampire when
she had a very willing one sitting right next to her.
"MmMm?" She sighed, not realizing she had spoke
outloud. "Why do they always portray vampires as being
so damn sexy?"
"Well arent we all?" Spike asked.
Willow pondered the question through the haze in her
brain. She hadn't really known too many vampires up
close enough to see whether or not they were
attractive. "I guess...Angel is definitely sexy. So
are you." She laughed. "Even alterna-me was sexy. Very
skanky, but definitely sexy."
"Alterna-you, pet?" He was confused.
"Vampire me, from the other reality?" She sighed in
exasperation at the confused look on his face. Had no
one told him this story? "Bah. I'll tell you some
other time. Just take my word on it. She was a *ho*.
All leather and dominance. Total skank."
"I dunno, pet, sounds sorta sexy to me." He smiled
down at her, picturing her in leather from head to
toe. It definitely sounded sexy.
"No...it was evil." Willow scowled. "Call Buffy,
she'll tell you. No, wait, dont call Buffy. She doesnt
want me hanging out with you." She thought some more.
Xander wouldn't do either, he had been way too
hormonal back then and had thought that she had looked
hot in the leather. Who could she call to back her up
on this? "OH!"
Spike was still having pictures of the red head in
leather when she jumped up and ran to his phone. He
stared after her, watching the way her jeans fit tight
over her backside. When had he started wanting her? He
didn't know and, at that moment, didn't care.
"Angel?" Willow asked when the phone was answered.
She heard Spike gasp in surprise behind her. "No.
Nothing's wrong....Yeah I know what time it
is...its...umm...one?" She heard Spike get off the
couch. "Yes...no...anyway...Remember when Vampire me
came to visit?..No..no Angel...she's not back...stay
on track here...yes I've been drinking - thats beside
the point....I was just telling Spike....No he didn't
kidnap me, hes my friend... damnit Angel, stay with me
for a moment...I was telling Spike how skanky she was
and *he said she sounded sexy. You agree with me that
she was skanky right?....Angel!..." Willow gasped in
shock at the bluntness of her friend's words. She
could feel Spike behind her now, his body pressed
lightly against her back. "You liked all that
leather?...Angel!" She gasped again and could hear
Spike growling softly. She laughed softly into the
phone. "Spike's growling at me...He's jealous?...Why
do you think that...oh?..."
Spike grabbed the phone from her, growling, "G'night,
Peaches." Before placing it none too gently back in
its cradle. He had been barely able to contain himself
as he listened to Willow..his Willow..talk to his sire
about the 'other her', especially when it had become
clear that Angel was telling her -exactly- what he
thought of her in leather.
"Jealous, Spike-y?" Willow cooed. The look in her
friend's eyes was primitive, lusty, as he looked at
her and she instinctively backed away from him. He
moved towards her, his actions those of a predator
stalking its prey and she felt scared for the first
time when her back hit the wall.
"And what if I am, pet?" Spike purred into her ear,
deliberately breathing out and allowing his breath to
tickle her ear. He grinned with pride when she
shivered in obvious pleasure.
"I'd wonder why you hadn't made a move yet..." Any
other words she might have said were lost as his lips
captured hers.
He really did love their movie nights...