Willow woke up somewhere that wasn't her bed.
She knew that as her hand was resting on smooth, cool skin stretched over
a firm chest. Her hand inched lower, over a flat, muscled stomach. Lower,
over a hard --
A hard...?
Her eyes still closed, Willow's lips compressed
tightly. Was it? It couldn't be... could it? Just to make certain, because
she was a very thorough young woman, Willow cautiously patted at it.
Yes, it did appear to be an it.
A hard it.
'Say it already, Willow! It's a part of his anatomy
that you got very well acquainted with last night! I think you can think
it! It's a co -- um, it. A pe -- it. It's an it. _Spike's_ it. Spike, Buffy's
evil, soulless, vampire enemy who was planning on dinning on me.'
Spike was rumbling, and Willow belatedly realized
that she was still patting at the... it. She immediately stopped, and Spike's
rumble changed. Less purr-y, more growl-y. Taking the hint, Willow's hand
started moving again. Back to the purr-y rumbling.
Willow's eyes flittered open, and she looked down
to find her shoulder resting against his chest. Her eyes moved upwards
to look into hooded blue eyes. Her eyes jumped back down to shoulder and
chest. _Naked_ shoulder and chest, connected to equally naked other body
parts. One of which she was... touching? Playing with? Whatever it was
that she was doing.
Which was something that she shouldn't be doing.
Because she was a good girl. A good girl who was cheating on her boyfriend
with her best friend and had just had sex, repeatedly, with a vampire.
Okay, maybe it was an off week for good.
"Um... hi?" Willow offered uncertainly. 'What
exactly do you say to an evil vampire after you've had sex with him? What
do you say to _anybody_ that you've just had sex with? Think, Wills!'
"Ah, my name is Willow, by the way. In case you
wondered... Or not." '_Good_ one, Willow!'
His lips quirked. "I know."
Oo! Sexy British rumbly voice... Willow blinked.
'Bad girl!'
"Oh. Oh well." She cleared her throat uneasily.
"I'm guessing that you're a bit more aware of the etiquette involved in
these types of situations... so, um, what exactly are we supposed to do
now?"
'Wait, you idiot! Now might involve Spike snacking
on you!' her mind squealed, having finally weaseled itself loose from the
grip Willow had had on it. It took one look around, and shrieked in horrified
protest. 'See! This is what you get for ignoring me!'
'Sex?'
'No! Trouble! Big trouble! Big... oh. Well. Will
you look at _that_?'
"This," Spike said. And then he rolled. Over her.
Hoo boy. She remembered _this_. And he was touching. And kissing. And nipping.
'Well? Aren't you going to say anything?'
Her mind hesitated. 'In a while. And if I recall
correctly, quite a long while, at that.'