Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing specific, although this does take place in Season 4 after Spike’s been chipped and is staying with Giles.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Status: Finished
URL: n/a
Disclaimer: I only wish I was talented enough to create characters as great as Joss Whedon’s, but unfortunately I’m not, so I merely borrow them to play.
Distribution: Near Her Always, Bite Me Please, Willow's Lil Secret and anyone else that asks me nicely.
Summary: Willow’s dreams are influenced by Anya’s fears, chocolate cravings and wackiness ensues. Pure fluff and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Special thanks to Salice who probably didn’t know what she got herself into when she agreed to beta for me.
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The Scoobies sat in Giles’ living room researching the newest demons to hit the Hellmouth running. According to Buffy they were big, gray, scaly, and the overall ick factor was an eleven on a scale of one to ten. The demons were exceedingly strong, and had kicked the slayer’s leather clad butt three nights straight.
The gang had been on red alert ever since the first encounter and everyone was running on adrenaline and large doses of caffeine. Xander had the added advantage of a serious sugar rush when he walked through the front door. He had been sent on a food run and in addition to sandwiches and tubs of potato and pasta salads, he came back with enough sweets to make Willy Wonka jealous.
"Jellies for the G-man," the young man indicated a rather large donut box. "Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream for the Buffster."
The blond squealed in a very unslayer-like manner and dove for the proffered tub of sugary goodness. After giving Xander a hug, she hurried to the kitchen in search of a large spoon.
"Blood for Fangless," the dark haired boy grimaced as he gingerly pulled out two tubs of blood in plastic containers and sat them in front of Spike on the coffee table.
"Did ya get my Wheatabix?" The vampire leaned forward, scarfed up the tubs and peered into the bags sitting next to it.
Xander shuddered, dug the box out and tossed it to the blond. "How can you eat that? It’s like vampire breakfast. Blood soaked cereal. That’s just. . .gross!"
"Hey, don’t insult my food. At least you don’t see me runnin’ around shoving enough of those bloody Twinkies down my throat to turn myself into a walkin’ cream puff," Spike griped. He stalked into the kitchen, running into the slayer as she exited, spoon in hand. With a glare at the bane of his existence, the blond strode past her, in search of a mug for his blood.
No one noticed Willow’s gaze following the vampire. She licked her lips at the way the black jeans hugged his perfectly sculpted, round and firm. . . Woah! What was she thinking? Sleep deprivation. Yeah, that’s it. Lack of sleep, with a side of lackanookie.
The redhead rubbed her thighs together. Oz had been gone a few months now and gosh darnit, she had gotten used to her regular smoochies, snuggles and. . .well, *sex*. Even her mind whispered the word. Willow shook her head at her own timidness. It’s like Xander said. If you’re doing it, you should be able to say it. Heck, she couldn’t even think it.
She was startled out of her reverie by a pillow smacking her in the face. The witch sputtered and glared at the person calling himself her best friend.
"Xander Harris, what was that for?!"
"You were in la la land, Wills. I asked you if you wanted *your* special nummies," the boys eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Nummies? What did ya get me?" Her irritation quickly dissipated when Xander began shaking something in the bottom of the plastic bag at her.
"It’s your favorite," he sing-songed.
"Oh, Xander, just give it to the girl," Anya grumbled. She reached into the bag, pulled out a colorful box, then shrieked at the top of her lungs. The former demon dropped the box back into the bag and ran to hide behind the befuddled watcher.
"What the hell *is* that," she screeched, glaring at her boyfriend.
Everyone in the room now peered curiously at the bag in Xander’s hands. Even Spike leaned over the counter in the kitchen, trying to get a good look see.
"It’s just chocolate," the boy explained to everyone, as bewildered by Anya’s reaction as everyone else.
"It’s evil chocolate then," she spat. She pointed at the bag over Giles’ shoulder, her head darting out from behind his arm. "That’s a sick, sick joke to play on Willow, Xander Harris. Even in my darkest days as a vengeance demon I never stooped so low."
Willow cautiously peered into the bag, then let loose a squeal to rival that of Buffy’s. "Xander, where did you find them?!"
The witch pulled four pastel boxes out of the bag and danced happily from foot to foot. She hugged her best friend and began tearing into the packaging.
"Whot ish it," the slayer asked around a mouthful of ice cream.
"Peanut butter filled crispy chocolate bunnies by Glenda’s. They only have them out at Easter and I haven’t seen them in *years*. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Willow jumped up and kissed Xander’s cheek.
The boy blushed. "Ah, geez, Wills. You act like I gave you the moon. Ow!" He turned and looked at the glaring slayer. Oh, right. They weren’t supposed to mention anything that would remind Willow of Oz. Wolfs, cages, tranquilizer guns, full moons, dog bones. Not a word of it.
"You know how much I love these things. Thank you, Xander!" The boy responded with a goofy grin, glad he’d been able to brighten his oldest friend’s day.
"They. Are. E-vil!" Anya still hid behind Giles, but pointed an accusing finger at the pretty foil wrapped candy Willow had extracted from the package.
"Hate to disappoint, Demon Girl," Spike cut in from the kitchen, "but I’m evil. I know what evil is, and chocolate bunnies ain’t it."
"Bunnies are evil, I tell you. With their twitching noses and tails. And their beady little eyes. Oh! Oh! And how they hop around so fast, they can sneak up on you and do all kinds of evil things while you’re not watching!" The former vengeance demon shuddered her revulsion. "And the Easter Bunny? Hellooo. Evil. He shows up, breaks into your house and leaves you presents and candy, trying to lull all the children into thinking he’s good and pure. Then BAM! He’ll sneak into your house one night and gnaw off your limbs with his oversized teeth!"
Willow looked at the half unwrapped candy in her hand, shrugged and bit the head off. The witch closed her eyes and moaned in delight at a taste long forgotten. She let the chocolate melt over her tongue until she could taste the peanut butter and began to chew.
Spike watched from the kitchen counter, eyes slit, as he took in the pure ecstasy on the redhead’s face. He wondered if that’s how she would look during a good shag. The vampire shifted his stance as her low moans of pleasure gave him an instant erection. . ., er reaction. Bloody hell, he was turning into a ponce, lustin’ after the slayer’s pet witch and all. He turned his back on the sight and headed for his Wheatbix box.
"Wilsh, ow id ou. . .," the slayer began, then decided to swallow her ice cream first. "Sorry. Wills, how did you even know about those things. Not like you celebrate Easter, you know Jewish growing up and all."
"I didn’t celebrate Christmas either, but I still used to go to Xander’s every year and watch A Charlie Brown Christmas with him and Jesse. Xander’s mom always made Easter baskets up every year for all three of us and she used to stick these in all the time. I lived for these every year."
The redhead made another blissful face and popped the rest of the candy into her mouth before letting loose another moan of contentment.
"Oh, bloody hell," could be heard from the kitchen.
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The evening wore on, and as book after book was researched with still no answers, the group grew frustrated and began to crash from their collective sugar high. Willow got tired of staring at the screen of her laptop and shut it down. She picked up a text, yawned, and plopped down on the couch, flipping the cover open.
Spike watched through lowered eyes as the witch switched seats and decided to have a little fun tormenting her. He moved from his place at the kitchen counter and flopped on the sofa next to her, letting his thigh rub against hers. The vampire heard the little hitch in Willow’s breathing and buried his smile in the musty old book he was reading. Affected the chit, did he? This could be more interesting than he thought.
"Got any more of those evil chocolate bunnies, pet," he asked softly.
Willow looked up and had to suppress the urge to back away. He was so close, their faces almost touching. ‘Normal humans did not have cheekbones like that,’ she thought. ‘Did normal humans have such full, kissable lips, or eyes that blue? He was saying something. What was he saying?’
"Wha. . .huh?"
"I asked if you had anymore of those chocolates," he smirked, watching her eyes remain focused on his lips. "I could go for a bite," the vampire snapped his teeth at her, making the redhead jump.
"Spike, stop teasing Willow," Giles corrected wearily. "We all know you can’t bite."
The vampire leaned closer to the startled girl and murmured softly, "Doesn’t mean I can’t nibble, does it witch?"
"Eeep! Uh, you wanted chocolate? Bunny? Evil bunny chocolate," she asked, wide eyes staring up at the grinning master vampire practically on top of her lap.
"Hear chocolate’s an aphrodisiac," Spike whispered, leaning even closer still until Willow began reclining to avoid him.
"Love!" Everyone in the room looked at her sudden and loud proclamation. "Chocolate is a substitute for love. The body creates the same chemical in chocolate when you’re in love. Makes you happy." She struggled with the last box and offered him a foil wrapped bunny, waving it in front of his face. Like some dumb bunny’s going to save her from the Big Bad evil vampire, her mind giggled hysterically. "Bunny?"
"Thanks, pet. Don’t mind if I do." Spike let his cool fingers brush her warm ones as he retrieved the candy.
Willow let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding as the vampire leaned back and proceeded to unwrap the chocolate. She sat upright again and gripped the book in her lap tightly.
"I still say bunnies are evil," Anya muttered, roughly turning a page and making Giles cringe in the process.
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An hour later the rest had gone for the night, Xander and Anya for orgasms and Buffy to patrol. All that were left were Willow, Giles and Spike. The vampire watched from the corner of his eye as the witch’s head fell forward again for about the third time in fifteen minutes. Chit was fightin’ sleep like a baby. Her head jerked up again, but her eyes weren’t even open.
The vampire was surprised when he felt a pressure against his arm and looked down, watching as Willow rested her head on his shoulder and leaned into his body. Spike wrapped an arm around the girl and pulled her more comfortably against his side. He looked up to see the watcher arching a questioning brow at him.
"What," he whispered. "Just ‘cause I don’t want an elbow in my ribs you give me that look. Bugger off!"
He turned his attention away from the watcher and continued to flip through the book on his lap, trying to ignore how good the redhead felt against his body.
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Willow awoke and stretched. Hmmmm, that was the best night’s sleep she’d had since the new demons hit town. She looked up, and Buffy waved a spoon at her, smiling brightly, before turning her attention back to the stake she was carving. . .with the spoon?
The redhead looked over at the watcher. "Giles, why is Buffy carving a stake with a spoon?"
The older man steepled his fingers in front of his face and peered closely at her.
"A better question, my dear, is what you really think chocolate is a substitute for."
"Huh?"
Giles stood and began pacing. "Yes, chocolate is a substitute for love. The chemicals induce a state of happiness, bliss if you would. Bliss can be produced many ways, one of the most prominent being sexual satisfaction. So, what you’re really thinking is that chocolate is a substitute for sex, is it not?"
The watcher stopped in front of Willow and looked down at the blushing girl. "Uh, Giles, did you just channel my mother in some weird way?"
"He’s right," Anya cut in. "Chocolate makes you happy. Sex makes you happy. Orgasms, multiple, of course, make you very happy, don’t they honey?" She affectionately patted Xander’s arm.
"An, what did we say? Private thoughts."
"Don’t deny it, Xander Harris," the former vengeance demon scolded. "You are a happy man because of all the sex we have."
Anya turned her attention back to Willow. "This one time, at band camp. . .oh, well that’s a different story. Anyway, once I brought home a bottle of chocolate syrup and Xander and I. . ."
"An!" Xander clamped a hand over his girlfriend’s mouth, shooting an apologetic glance at his friends.
There was a knock at the front door. Buffy jumped up and bounced excitedly. "I’ll get it! I’ll get it," she called out as she made a mad dash for the entryway.
Willow looked around the room, wondering if a chaos demon hit town when they weren’t looking. Anya and Xander were bickering about the meaning of ‘private thoughts’ and Giles was rambling once again about bliss, chocolate and sex. The mass confusion was interrupted by Buffy’s voice calling her.
"Wills, it’s for you."
The redhead quickly rose to her feet and scurried to the door. She froze in mid scurry when she saw who. . .er, what was waiting for her there. Standing in the doorway was Spike. . .in a bunny suit. It zipped up the front and the head was a hood that pulled up, leaving the person’s face exposed. He was white with a pink belly and long bent ears. He had a basket in one hand filled with Easter grass and other boxes and tubes she couldn’t see clearly from where she stood.
"Happy bloody Easter, pet," he deadpanned, blowing out a stream of smoke. Oh, did she forget to mention the Easter Bunny was smoking?
Willow eased toward the door. "Spike? What are you. . .why are you. . .what the heck is going on?"
"Brought you a prezzie, luv," he grinned, waving his basket wildly. Willow expected the contents to go flying at any given minute.
"A present? For me?" The redhead shot the vampire a dubious look.
"What about me," the slayer pouted. "What do I get?"
"A good swift kick in the arse if you don’t get out of my sight, stupid bint," the bunny grumbled.
Buffy’s lower lip trembled and she ran crying into the living room. "Giles, the Easter Bunny’s being mean to me!"
"This is just. . .weird," Willow muttered.
"It’s your dream, pet," Spike told her as he entered and shut the door behind him with one oversized rabbit’s foot.
"A dream," she asked. Well, that would make sense. . .of this whole thing *not* making sense.
"Sure, pet. What, think I go around lookin’ like a bloody idiot in my downtime away from the soddin’ Scoobies? I’ve got a reputation to protect, ya know. Word of this gets out, I’m one dead bunny. . .er, demon."
Willow moved closer. A dream. She could handle a dream. "So, whatcha got in the basket, Spike?" She peered down, trying to get a better look, but he hid it behind his rather large cotton tail.
"It’s a surprise, Red."
"But you said it was for me," she pouted.
"It is. Come on, luv. I’ll show you." He reached out his white gloved hand and led her through the living room and up the stairs. Her friends didn’t even notice a rather large vampire bunny dragging the witch through the house. Not once did they look up from their research.
"Not much of a watcher if he missed that, is he," the redhead mumbled.
Spike pulled her into Giles’ bedroom and shut the door. He spun her so she was pressed against the wall and lowered his head, trying to kiss her. Unfortunately the ears got in the way.
"Bullocks!" The vampire spun so his back was to the wall and pulled Willow tight against his body to stand between his large white feet. He was successful this time in his attempt to kiss the witch. The redhead was breathless by the time he raised his lips from hers.
"Spike, what are you. . .we can’t. . ."
He leaned close and suckled her earlobe. "It’s just a dream, Red. We can do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want," she asked breathlessly, feeling his gloved hands caressing her back and bottom.
"Whatever you want. Tell Spike what you want, luv." The vampire bunny smirked down at her.
Willow ran her hands up his chest, finding the zipper hidden there, and slowly began to tug it down. "I want an evil bunny," she grinned.
Her smile faded as she continued tugging down the zipper, revealing a pale bare chest. She gulped as she pulled the fastener lower and realized Spike was going commando. "Uh, you. . .you’re not wearing anything under there."
"What do bunnies usually wear under their fur, luv, but skin?" He shrugged the suit off his shoulders, the hood fell back as well and it all tumbled to the floor. A naked vampire stood in front of her. . .except for the white gloves, which he quickly discarded.
Spike stepped out of the costume and picked up the basket. He walked Willow backwards until her legs hit the bed and she sat down hard, bouncing on the mattress. She was at eye level with the basket and finally was able to decipher its contents. Green eyes went wide as she took in the assortment of sex toys, lotions, oils, and. . .oh goddess, chocolate syrup.
Willow didn’t remember undressing, or being undressed, suddenly, she just was. Hmm, dreams are funny that way. Another thing, she was flat on her back with a very hungry looking vampire hovering over her, wearing a wicked grin and wielding an economy size bottle of the syrup. The redhead gasped when the cool liquid was squirted in a cool arc across her chest and neck.
Spike bent forward and ran his tongue over her pale skin, lapping up the chocolate, nibbling at her pulse point. She moaned softly when his thumb brushed her nipple, causing it to peak. The blond trailed his tongue along her neck, up her jaw line and to her mouth, kissing her sensually. Willow suckled at his tongue, tasting the chocolate.
The vampire pulled back and circled each nipple with a ring of syrup then leaned in to close his mouth over one breast, sucking softly as his tongue cleaned her sensitive flesh of the sticky substance. Spike ran his tongue between her breasts, dragging it along her smooth skin, to her other straining nipple. He closed his cool mouth over the taut flesh there as well, watching as Willow’s skin became flushed and listening to her heart race.
Trails of chocolate syrup coated her body, lapped up by the very talented tongue of Spike. By the time he was done drawing chocolate lines across her flushed skin, the redhead was trembling with need.
"Spike, please," she moaned, her hands clutching at his marble cool flesh, aching to feel him inside her.
The vampire reached down and softly brushed his finger through her wet folds, sending an electric shock through the witch. Willow gasped and arched off the bed, wanting more contact, more pressure, more everything. And here was this. . .darn vampire teasing her until she thought she was going to go out of her mind.
Oh, no. She didn’t think so. Willow took the vampire by surprise and rolled him onto his back so she was straddling him, holding his arms above his head.
"Pet, what are you. . ."
"This is my dream buster. Teasing time is over."
Willow rose up and gripped Spike’s hard length and slowly eased down onto it. A shudder wracked her body as his shaft stretched her center tight. The redhead’s hands left the vampire’s and instead she braced herself on his chest, rocking slowly up and down, feeling the friction between their aroused bodies increase.
The witch opened her eyes and stared down at Spike, whose hands had decided to take a little tour of her body once again. He gently squeezed the rounded globes of her bottom, pulling her harder onto him, increasing the pace. Cool fingers traced a path up her back and around her ribs, up to cup pert breasts and tease her still sticky nipples.
Willow gasped at the sensation, and something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Gripping the object, she held it over the vampire’s chest and squeezed, pouring chocolate syrup all over his torso. Spike hissed when the redhead leaned forward to lap at his nipples, sucking the chocolate from his skin.
Their bodies quickened, their movements becoming rapid. Willow’s body undulated wildly, taking the blond deep within her warm center. Her eyes began to glaze over and she gripped his chest, her hands slipping in the chocolate. Spike growled and rolled them both over, beginning to pound into the witch below him. His eyes flickered amber as he leant in to kiss her fiercely.
Willow’s hands squeezed the firm sculpted bottom she had admired just a while ago in her waking reality. She loved feeling the muscles flex under her hands and giggled at the thought that Spike was going to have two chocolate hand-shaped prints on his rear end when all was said and done.
Motions increased, bodies arched, writhed and twisted in pleasure. Their chests rubbed together, sending chocolate syrup oozing everywhere. Willow was gasping, wrapping her legs around Spike, pulling him hard into her. The vampire obliged and increased the power behind his thrusts, rattling the bed frame.
"Spike, oh Goddess," the redhead cried, arching her back as her slick channel began clenching upon the vampire’s thrusting hardness.
"Red!" The blond buried his face in her neck, morphed and sank his fangs into her flesh.
Her body trembled with passion and release as did Spike’s. They shook together and. . .
Willow awoke up with a start. She was flushed and her body felt warm and all fluttery inside. Giles was watching her with concern from across the room in his chair.
"Are you all right, dear," the watcher inquired.
"What?" Willow realized she was being held in strong arms and looked up to see the object of her dreams watching her closely.
"You sounded as if you were having a nightmare," Giles offered.
"Nightmare?" Willow blushed and her glance flitted between the two men in the room.
"Mmm-hmm. Sounded like one heck of a nightmare, pet. Think demon girl’s been a bad influence on you, dreamin’ and mumblin’ of evil bunnies and such," Spike informed her with a smirk. "All those moans and cries. I can still smell the. . .fear," he practically purred in her ear. He inhaled deeply, letting her know he was quite aware it wasn’t fear he was smelling.
"Oh, right. Nightmare. Bad. Umm, demon bunnies. Right. Ick. Eating me. Demon bunnies eating me. . .uh, no! Not eating, but ummm, . . .," the redhead babbled, embarrassed to have been caught having naughty dreams by Spike himself.
Giles broke in before she dug herself any deeper, thank the Goddess. "Spike, it’s late. Why don’t you walk Willow back to the dorms?"
"Sure thing Watcher. Can’t let any nasty bunnies eat the little witch, can we now?" Spike pulled the blushing redhead to her feet and led her to the door.
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Willow and the vampire walked back to her dorm in silence. The redhead was still trying to make heads or tails of her dream. Did she really want Spike? She remembered his words in her dream. "Tell Spike what you want, luv." "I want an evil bunny."
The two approached Stevenson Hall and the blond tossed his cigarette aside.
"So, witch, have sweet dreams tonight?" He smirked and watched her face, waiting for a reaction.
Willow turned to face him and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I did."
"Anyone I know?" He arched a scarred brow, waiting for the blush that never came.
"Yeah, it was." Willow quickly leaned up and kissed him softly before the courage left her. "Thanks Easter Bunny," she winked and quickly ducked inside the dorm.
Spike was left alone in the cool night with his mouth gaping open. "Well bugger all!"
The END