"So what did you tell Angel?" Willow asked curious when they were in their living-room later that evening.
"I told him that his former behavior was the reason for the whole trouble. You know when he agreed in the spell thing - he
did know
that his demon had a crush on you. If he had claimed the former cheerleader as soon as possible he wouldn't have his yearly
problem
at all."
"Do we have to expect a new attack next year?"
"Nah, I think they have learned their lesson. When Cordelia starts to act a little bit more saucy Angelus gets a happy
too." Spike
grinned
"Why is your demon in love with me, even when I'm not dressed in leather and acting all dominatrix?"
"Perhaps my demon is clever. He knows what's good for him too. You got him completely whipped. But I would love to buy you
a leather
skirt and bustier set anyway."
Willow gave him a shy smile "You don't need to buy it. I've got one from my time in Sunnydale."
Spike was stunned. "I've never saw it. Why didn't you wear it.?"
Willow shrugged "It was a gift from my doppelganger before she left for her dimension. Everyone felt odd when I wore it, so
I
didn't."
"Can I see it?" Spike asked with a husky voice.
"Sure, why not. Wait a minute I'm going to bring it." Willow stood and went to the bedroom.
"Wait!" Spike called. "Please wear it for me, 'kay"
"Hmm, Ok. But don't laugh."
While Willow changed, spike leaned back and closed his eyes - visions of his redheaded goddess in his mind. When she came
back she
was wearing the leather skirt she had worn that Halloween years before, the same boots and a bustier VampWillow must have
had given
her. She had used a little eye makeup and lipstick and had brushed her hair.
Spike didn't laugh. "Hell and Damnation." He whispered "Did you wore those outfit in public?"
Willow was insecure. Before she had left the bedroom she had looked at her mirror image and thought that she didn't looked
that bad,
was even surprised that she fit in the skirt and the bustier without problems. "It was a stupid idea, huh?" she asked with
a small
voice.
"No!" Spike had left his place and was stalking around her. "did Angel saw you wearing this set?"
"No, I was wearing leather pants when I had to go to the bronze. But I was wearing the bustier."
"Can't blame the bloke for trying to claim you several times." Spike growled. "You are every vampires dream." He touched
her shinny
hair, "Those red tresses," her neck "the creamy skin" and gave her tender smack on her behind "and you look good enough to
eat."
"I'm thinking the bustier is a little bit to tight" Willow told him and took a deep breath to show what she meant. Her
rounded
breasts rose and almost jump out of the top.
Spike groaned. "If I had seen you back then I have turned you the same night." He was shacking his head as if to clear it.
"Good
that it not happened. I had missed your beautiful soul."
"Does that means you like it?" Willow teased.
"God, I would love to show you to the whole vampire population. Make them envious." Spike kissed her naked neck. Suddenly
he had an
idea "Pet, would you like to join me on a short visit in a club?"
"What kind of club?"
"One were vampires hang out, too. I would love to show you. Please" Spike begged.
"Show me?" Willow thought that she must have heard wrong.
"Please. Only for one hour. We go in drink something, dance a little, show your assets ..." Spike's voice was a softly
purring.
"...show you claimed me, and let everyone know that you've beat your former sire last night and that you are the big bad
vampire."
Willow continued.
"Yeah." Spike was enthusiastic about the idea.
Willow caressed his game face "Would that make you feel all manly, Darling?"
"Big time!"
"Ok, then let's go."
"Do you mean it?" Spike was amazed.
"Yeah, we will have a lot of business invitations when you will have to play the nice normal guy at my side in the next
years. Now
is my time to play a role in your charade. All I need to know is what kind of role I have to play. Am I a vampiress, or
your slave?"
"Neither nor, your are my witch. I'm pretty sure that I have a higher rank in my society when you have claimed a witch."
"Why?"
"Because nobody else was able to present his own witch as his mate before." Spike answered proudly.
***
When the entered the club Spike has chosen Willow was surprised. She had thought it would be some kind of sado-maso club.
She was
wrong. The music was a wild mix of all she had ever heard and the guests looked different too. Some of them wore suits and
dresses
from European designers and others were wearing leather outfits or Hawaiian shirts and pressed pants. But many of them had
their
game face on like Spike. He had his right arm wrapped around her waist tightly and led her to the bar.
"Spike, long not seen?" The barkeeper who had a astounding similarity with Willi in Sunnydale had joined them.
"Yeah, have been spent some time in Europe. You can pour me and my mate some Tequila." After the first two shots of Tequila
gold
Willow passed. In the meantime almost every vampire in the club had paid them a visit. Except one who had his place on a
separate
table in the back of the club. Willow had caught him ogling when she had searched the powder-room, unsuccessfully, earlier.
He was
one of the suit vampires. When she came back to Spike she told him what she had seen.
"That's the second in command." He told her. "The master never comes into this club. And his cilder don't usually either.
I'm just
going to greet him and than we can leave, 'kay"
"That would be great. I don't want to see another combat, and most of the vampires are looking like I'm a piece of meat."
Willow
covered her mouth with her palm "Oops, that's because to them I'm a piece of meat."
"Yeah," Spike kissed her bare shoulder "but my piece."
***
"Hi, Spike. Back in town?" suit vampire said.
"Yeah, I just thought to say hello and tell you that I don't want to interfere in the master's affairs. That's all." Spike
told him
and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute!" the other vampire demanded. "I've saw your MATE earlier. She is just a looker. So young, and FRESH. Just
like our
master loves them."
Without another word Spike left him.
***
Spike was back in less than five minutes. He dropped some bills on the bar and pulled Willow out as fast as she could
follow. When
they sat in their car and Spike drove them home, making detours, Willow asked "What had happened?"
"He was more than interested in my mate than necessary. Usually they accept the claim of a master vampire old and powerful
as I am.
But he was nosy. I don't like that."
"Spike do you think he will not accept it, will fight with you. I don't like that, not one bit? Spike? .... Spike?"
***
"Spike? .... Spike?" Willow was stroking the face of her sleeping lover and leaned above him while he was laying on the
couch.
"Spike I'm changed. Please don't laugh."
Spike opened his eyes and looked at his mate. She was wearing black leather pant fitting like a second skin and a black
leather
bustier. The same bustier he had seen in his short dream. The fire illuminated her face. She was a vision. The most
beautiful
creature he had ever seen. Every vampire would fight to get her - that's for sure. Her lovely face smiled down at him. "Are
you
tired? It was a hard day, and a stupid idea to dress like this, huh?" Willow asked him. "Perhaps I just wanted to show you
what
you've won earlier."
Spike was shaking his head as if to clear it.
"No, you look wonderful. I would love it for you to when you wear it sometimes." He draw his mate into his lap "but only
for me.
Can't have all the others ogle at you, can we?"
Willow kissed him softly "Like the night gown, only for you."
Spike stood up, Willow in his arms and went to the open bedroom door. "Yeah, only for me. That sounds good." With that
words he
closed the door.
 

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