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Willow's studying was interrupted by the sounds of hollering outside
her dorm. "Come on you assholes! Here I am! Come and get me!" Some
guy yelled from outside.
Willow sighed, realizing yet another reason to hate dorm life. She
got up to shut her window in hopes to drown out the idiot outside.
Looking down she saw a bleach-blonde figure staggering around the
common. "Spike?" Willow ran down the stairs and outside.
"Yoohoo! Commandos!" Spike yelled, cupping his mouth to make the
sounds travel, "Here I am, Hostile 17! Ready to kick your ass!"
Willow ran up to Spike and clamped her hand over his mouth in an
attempt to shut him up. The contact made Spike lose his balance and
he grabbed onto Willow as he fell backwards. Willow landed right on
top of Spike, the stench of tequila emanating from the vampire. Spike
gave her a sexy glare, "'ello Red. Where'd you come from?"
Willow wrinkled her nose at the intrusive smell permeating from below
her. She tried to get up but Spike tightened his grip around her
waist. "Spike! Let go!" She struggled against his strong grasp.
Spike giggled, "Mmmm. Could you wiggle a little lower there Red?" He
laughed.
Willow felt a blush come over her as she realized that Spike was
getting a bit more excited about their position than she would have
liked. "Spike!" She brought her knee up into his groin and he called
out in pain, letting her go. "Stupid vampire." She mumbled as she got
up.
"What d'ya do that for witch?" Spike rolled to a kneeling position,
the pleasurable sensations the little witch caused him fleeting
quickly. He got up and staggered towards her.
Willow caught Spike and helped him straighten out. "Spike, you are
wasted."
"Am not." He stood up straight with a serious look on his face, and
then burst out laughing.
Willow rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't be here. The initiative
watches this whole campus."
Spike rolled on the ground in laughter. He looked up at Willow
suddenly sad, "I've no where to go Pet. Demons hate me because they
think I'm in allegiance with humans. I detest humans because, well,
they're human. I don't even like my crypt anymore. And this bloody
chip in my head won't let me feed from a rotten rodent." Spike
giggled at that, "Rotten rodent. Try saying that 10 times fast,
Rotten rodent, rotten rodent, roden rotent…" Spike burst into
laughter again.
Willow sighed heavily. She had to get Spike out of here before a
commando unit came to collect him if they weren't already alerted to
his presence. She bent down to help him up, "Come on Spike. Let's go
somewhere else."
Spike put his arm around Willow's shoulder, "You know what Red?" He
slurred.
Willow desperately tried not to breath in the smell of tequila,
"What's that Spike?"
"You're always nice to me. And I was never going to let you stay dead
you know. I was going to turn you so that we could be together
forever and kill the slayer together."
Willow couldn't help but smile slightly, "That's nice Spike."
"No, I'm bloody serious woman! I always wondered what you'd be like
as a vampire."
Willow shuddered at the memory of her vampire self and decided not to
talk about it. She guided Spike through town to her parents' house.
She leaned him up against the house. "The folks are away as usual,"
she explained, "so you should be safe here while you sober up." She
unlocked the door and walked inside. "You can sleep it off on the
couch. I'll go make you some coffee." Willow walked into the kitchen
and put some coffee on. Coming back into the livingroom, she laughed
when she saw Spike. He was propped up against the invisible barrier
at the door snoring away. "Talk about Kodak moments." She said to
herself. She crossed her arms and said, "Come in Spike."
Spike fell into the house with a loud thump that woke him up. "Owww!
Hey! What the bloody hell happened? Where am I?" He looked up at
Willow, "Oh, you. This your place?" He asked from the floor.
Willow shook her head in exasperation, "Yes, well my parents' place
really. But they're never here anyways. You can sleep on the couch
if
you want. I put some coffee on."
Spike got to his feet and wandered around the room. Finding the
liquor cabinet he took inventory.
"Hey!" Willow yelled, "No more alcohol for you." She closed the
cabinet doors and faced Spike. "I think you've had enough mister."
Spike leered at the redhead, visions of physical pleasure dancing in
his head. He didn't say a word but could tell that his glare affected
her. He heard her heart rate speed up and could almost taste the hint
of fear she emitted.
Willow suddenly felt very unsure of her decision to bring Spike here.
Was she nuts? He was a vampire! Granted he couldn't hurt her but
still. The look he gave her sent chills up her spine and heat to her
womb. "I'm…uh…gonna go to the bathroom, why don't you pour us
some coffee? It should be done by now." Willow turned and practically
sprinted up the stairs.
Spike smiled evilly, "Sure thing Pet." He said quietly as he took a
bottle of Bailey's out of the liquor cabinet and brought it into the
kitchen. He poured almost the whole bottle of alcohol into the pot
of
coffee. "That oughta loosen her up a bit. Bloody tightwad." He
replaced the bottle into the cabinet and poured 2 mugs of coffee out.
He went into the livingroom and plopped himself on the couch as
Willow came down the stairs.
She went into the kitchen to find a mug of coffee waiting for her.
She wasn't a big coffee drinker to begin with and had only made it
once before. She took a sip and scowled. Opening the refrigerator,
she took out the milk and poured some in. Next she added 4 spoonfuls
of sugar to sweeten it up. Taking another sip she made a satisfied
face and joined Spike in the livingroom. She sat across from him on
the love seat, "So, what exactly were you trying to do? Get yourself
captured so they can perform more experiments on you?"
Spike smiled, "Nah, just trying to get your attention Red. See if
maybe you'd whisk me away to a secret place so we can have some
private time."
Willow rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She took a gulp of her coffee,
"Feeling sorry for yourself again?"
Spike watched her finish off her cup of coffee. That was quick, he
thought. Sighing he got up and took her mug, "No. Well maybe a
little." He came back into the livingroom with a fresh cup for
Willow, this time with a bit of milk and sugar in it. He almost fell
onto the seat next to her. "It's just, I can't have any fun anymore."
He downed the last of his coffee. Can't even scare you guys."
Willow drank half of her coffee in one gulp. She never tasted coffee
this good. She giggled at Spike's pouting look.
"What's so funny?" Spike scowled.
Willow continued to laugh, "I…don't…know." She cried.
Spike began to laugh along with her. Visions dancing in his head
again. This would definitely be a night to remember.