She didn't know what it was about her and vampires.
They just seemed to love her. They tended to prefer the one arm around
the neck, other one around the waist pose, she'd noticed. First Angelus.
Now Spike.
'Figures two of the most attractive male bodies
I come into close contact with are there because they want to kill me...'
Willow thought sourly as the vampire's head drifted down towards her neck.
'Two guys,' Willow thought, picturing her loving
boyfriend and her continually horny best friend who currently couldn't
keep his lips off of her, 'and I'm going to die a bloody virgin!' She was
shocked at that thought. That seemed so... so... well, unimportant in the
grand scheme of things. So what if she hadn't had sex yet? She was going
to die. Had she ever considered her dying thoughts, she wouldn't have imagined
them as being on the status of her non-sex life.
Her mouth didn't seem to be on the same wavelength
as her brain. "I can't believe I'm going to die a virgin!" her mouth exclaimed,
despite her mind's stern reprisals that those weren't the words that she
wanted to leave the world on. Her hand flung upwards, slapping against
her gaping mouth.
Spike blinked. And grinned. And then, he chuckled.
"Is that so?"
Realizing that the vampire might just take her
inadvertent slip the wrong way, Willow quickly came up with an argument.
"I didn't just say that," she informed him primly.
"Really?" Spike inquired, enjoying the unexpected
spectacle his planned meal was giving him. 'Or maybe a bit more than a
meal,' he thought, noting how pleasant Willow felt in his arms.
"Um... no? I said... I'd die for some virgin oil?"
"Not quite, pet."
Willow squirmed.
"I believe you were expressing you concern about
dying a virgin," Spike informed her, his voice utterly serious.
"You must have misunderstood," Willow snapped,
suddenly annoyed that a gorgeous male vampire was going to make fun of
her lack of a sex life and _then_ kill her. "Now if you're quite finished
mocking me, would you mind getting this over with? I'm getting cold out
here." 'Oooh! Daring, Willow!' her mind applauded sarcastically. Willow
told it to shut up -- it hadn't done her much good so far, and she doubted
that it was about to come in handy this late in the game.
"You know, vampires have been known to help people
with those pesky virginity problems..." Spike said suggestively, his arm
around her waist suddenly feeling a whole lot less threatening and a whole
lot more suggestive.
Willow's eyes widened at the implication of that
little tidbit. "Don't vampires like... you know... kind of... you know..."
Willow said, flushing at the meaning behind all those 'you knows'. And
the fact that she was discussing it with one of Buffy's worst enemies.
Who was about to dine on her.
Her muzzled mind squealed in protest. Annoyed
by it's distracting whine, Willow told it to shut up once again.
"Vampires like _many_ different aspects of ...
you know..." Spike answered, deliberately repeating Willow's vague terms.
Before hearing those two words coming from his lips, Willow had never realized
quite how sexy they could be.
"Oh..." Willow drawled out, scrambling to come
up with a plan of action. "Do you... want to?" she squeaked, wondering
where in the world her totally out of character lines were coming from.
'Maybe my inner sex obsessed maniac has been released by my impending death
stress.'
Spike turned Willow around in his arms and raked
his eyes over her body consideringly. "I bloody well like what I see, pet.
Of course _I'm_ willing."
Willow paused. "Really? Weren't you hungry, though?"
"That can wait."
"Oh. Okay!" Willow chirped.
Spike grinned again. This was going to be an interesting
night.