Willow looked at herself critically in the full
length mirror in her parent's room. "This has got to be the dumbest thing
I've ever done," Willow sighed. "I look like an idiot. He's going to laugh."
She smoothed her hands over her leather pants before her hands fluttered
up to her red silk shirt. The top buttons were undone, far, _far_, too
many were undone in Willow's opinion. Her shirt gaped open enough to reveal
a hint of her black lace bra. '_Black lace!_'
Cordelia had helped Willow pick out the outfit.
Willow had briefly considered inviting Buffy on their shopping spree, but
the Slayer was still a touch uneasy with the entire Willow and Spike and
smoochies situation. Willow shuddered to contemplate the blonde's reaction
to a Willow, Spike and seduction scenario. Not to mention, if she made
an utter fool of herself, the fewer people who knew, the better.
The Demon's Mating Habit Book had been thoroughly
examined by both Willow and Cordelia as they considered her outfit. They
had meshed the information gathered from the book with what they had observed
about vampires first-hand. The overall effect was to terrify Willow. It
wasn't that she didn't trust Spike... she wasn't quite sure that she trusted
herself. He was a 127 year old vampire and she was a high-school girl.
He had experience. She had... done some reading. He had certain... needs.
She still blushed when she thought about kissing him.
Willow cast a nervous glance at the face of her
watch and squeaked. Too late to back out of this. Too late to change. 'Oh
my. I think I'm really going to do this.' Willow momentarily wished that
she was a drinker.
She was downstairs when Spike rang the bell. Willow
smoothed at her hair, winced, and belatedly tried to fluff it back up.
It was supposed to be a wild and unruly and, Willow squirmed at the thought,
'just been fucked' hairdo. Willow took a deep breath and flung open the
door. 'Oh, this had better be Spike or I'm never showing my face again!'
It was Spike. His eyes widened and he blinked
at her in silent amazement. Willow didn't give him time to find words.
She grabbed the shirt, 'ooh, nice!' and pulled him towards her. It was
an awkward movement, but Willow managed to kick the door shut as she drew
Spike towards her. It threw her off balance, and consequently, Spike, and
with a yelp from Willow, they were falling. He twisted and Willow found
herself sprawled on top of the vampire as they hit the ground.
'What now? Damn you, brain! Work!' Willow's mind
frantically scrabbled through the contents of the Demon Mating Habits book.
'Kissing? Biting? Oh, Goddess - I've got to bite him. Now? When? Eep!'
Summoning all her waning courage, Willow lunged forward - and collided
with Spike. Tears sprang to her eyes.
"Willow!" Spike's cool hands settled against her
flaming cheeks. "What the hell are you doing?"
'I'm so bad at this that he doesn't even _know_?'
Willow sniffled and shut her eyes. She drew upon what dignity she had left
and awkwardly shifted off of Spike's still body. Tears were burning at
her eyes, and Willow roughly wiped at them with the back of her hand. "I
was trying to seduce you," she informed him as coolly as possible. Her
hands jumped to her shirt, fumbling the top several buttons shut. "But
never mind." A breath and she turned to him with a cheery, nothing-wrong-here
smile. "Drink?"
He held out a bouquet of rather squashed looking
flowers.
"Huh?" Willow managed.
Spike's grin was lazy and at ease. "I was planning
on seducing you," he told her. "But you go right ahead, luv."
"Oh... I... I think I'm going to go lock myself
in my room, now. Uh, nice seeing you again," Willow concluded lamely before
making a dash towards the stairs. 'I bet nothing like this ever happens
to Cordelia or Buffy. Maybe I'll just give up on the idea of sex altogether.
That'll probably be safer for all concerned.'
"Willow!" Spike growled, and she was caught up
and swung around in his arms. "I'm not making fun, pet. I've never been
so serious in my life." His head bent, lip catching hers.
'Okay, wow. This is better,' Willow thought before she firmly told her mind to shut the heck up and enjoy.
***
Willow snuggled closer to Spike with a contented
sigh, luxuriating in the feel of his cool body pressed against her warm
one. "That's the last time I base a plan of action on _that_ book," Willow
murmured.
"And what book would that be, pet?" Spike asked
lazily, his voice dangerously close to sounding like a contented purr.
His fingers lightly ran over the soft flesh of her hip until Willow shuddered
and ground closer against him.
He could feel her cheeks warming as she answered.
"The Demons Mating Habit book," she murmured, her voice colouring with
slight
embarrassment.
Spike rumbled in amusement. "Oh? And exactly what
words of wisdom did that book have to offer?" he asked, grinning at the
thought of Willow bent over some ancient text, diligently taking notes
about what kind of practices vampires were into. His next thought came
fast on the heels of the first: he wondered if she'd found anything...
interesting. His grin widened.
"Nuh uh," Willow said. "I'm not trusting another
word that book said. I don't think I'd ever been embarrassed quite so much
in my life."
His fingers caught at a loose strand of Willow's
hair, smoothing it back from her face. "I love _you_, Willow. I don't need
some bloody book to make me happy."
Willow lifted her head to look at Spike. She grinned
and flushed. "Good. Because I really wasn't looking forward to trying to
buy the whip and restraints it suggested."
Spike choked.
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