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Giles opened the door to apartment and tossed his keys on the end-table.
"Hello?" he called. "Spike?"
No response. Odd, it was the middle of the day. It's not
as if Spike can
just pop out to run errands.
"Ahh!"
Giles heard a grunt from his basement. His brows knit
together. What the
hell? He heard a meaty smack, as if flesh was slapping
flesh. He heard a
thump.
"What the hell?" he hissed.
"Is that the best you can do, Spike?" Willow's voice was
breathless. "Come
on, give it to me."
"Auugh!" Giles heard Willow moan and cry out. Another
slap. The sounds of
two bodies tumbling to the floor.
"Oh come on, pet, harder!" Spike grunted. "I know you
can do better than
that! Put your back into it."
His jaw dropped.
"Willow!!" Giles shouted, practically tumbling down the stairs in his haste.
Spike looked over his shoulder at the red-faced, heaving
Watcher. Willow
took advantage of it and socked him in the ribs. He doubled
over.
"Bad form, pet," he wheezed. With great confusion, giles
took in the scene
before him. Spike was shirtless and barefoot, in sweat
pants. Willow was
wearing loose workout pants and a sports bra. Both were
in fighting stance.
Or at least they were before Giles interupted and Willow
sucker-punched
Spike.
"You never said anything about fighting fair," Willow shrugged.
"What exactly is going on here?" Giles asked.
"Oh," Willow chuckled. "Well, I asked Spike to show me
a few fighting
pointers, I figured who better to teach how to defend
myself against
vampires, than a vampire?"
"And she's not bad," Spike grinned. "Buffy better watch
it or she'll be out
of a job."
"Oh, right, perfectly understandable," Giles nodded.
"Giles, what did you think was going on?" Willow laughed.
"Um, nothing," Giles stammered. He scrambled for the steps. "Carry on."
Spike winked at Willow. Giles slammed the basement door.
Willow launched
herself at the blonde vamp, knocking him to the ground.
She straddled his
hips and pinned his chest.
"Think he bought it?" she asked, nipping at his throat.
He moaned, seizing
her mouth. His tongue darted between her lips as his
finger snaked beneath
the binding material of her sports bra.
"I sure hope so," he grinned, caressing her breast. "Otherwise
we're going
to have to find somewhere else to 'work out.'"
THE END