Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Buffy and Willow play ‘what about him?’.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis. WARNING: Silly ficlet! I heard the song ‘Ice Cream’ by Sarah McLachlan and came up with this...silly ficlet.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: The Seduction of Spike, Soulmates, Willow’s Lil’ Secret, Shades of Gray, The BatPack Archives, Wacky Witch Willow, Rapture, and Shippers United. If anyone else wants it, please take it; just let me know.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? ‘Ice Cream’ was written and performed by Sarah McLachlan. The story is mine, though.
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Ice Cream
Written By: Sarah McLachlan
Performed By: Sarah McLachlan
Your love is better than ice cream
Better than anything else that I’ve tried
And your love is better than ice cream
Everyone else here knows how to fight
And it’s a long way down
It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down
To the place where we started from
Your love is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that I’ve tried
And oh love is better than chocolate
Everyone here knows how to cry
And it’s a long way down
It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down
To the place that we started from
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"What about him?" Buffy asked. She and Willow were sitting on a bench
on the UC Sunnydale campus, killing time before their next class.
"What about him?" Willow asked, as she turned from her contemplation
of the white, fluffy clouds drifting across the blue sky.
"Would you do him?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Willow laughed. "Buffy! What are you talking about?"
"Do you think he’s cute?" Buffy asked, and Willow turned to consider the dark-haired student that Buffy was ogling.
"Yeah," she shrugged, "I guess he’s cute."
"So, would you do him?" Buffy asked with a big grin.
Willow laughed. "No." She turned her head and caught sight of a student from her Chem class. He was very quiet, but he had the softest brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen. Well, not *the* most beautiful. "I’d do him," she inclined her head and Buffy turned to look.
"Ooh," she agreed with a nod. "He is cute!"
"Come on," Willow stood up and grabbed her book bag. "We’re going to be late."
***
"What about him?" Buffy asked. She and Willow were at the ice cream shop, sneaking in a treat before heading over to Giles’ for research.
"What about who?" Willow asked, looking around.
"Him," Buffy pointed, and Willow examined the guy at the counter.
"You mean the one standing up there with his girlfriend?" Willow asked.
"Yeah. Is he better than ice cream?"
"I don’t know," Willow tilted her head in concentration. "I guess he’s better than vanilla ice cream. Maybe even strawberry. But not better than black raspberry with hot fudge sauce."
"Okay," Buffy pointed her spoon at Willow, "you’ve been giving this *way* too much thought."
Willow grinned. "You know me, research girl!"
"Oh, gawd!" Buffy rolled her eyes.
***
When they got to Giles’ apartment, Spike was sprawled out on the couch, Giles was in the kitchen making tea, and Xander and Anya were sitting at the counter on the stools. Willow dropped her book bag on the table, took her jacket off, and hung it on the back of the chair.
Spike looked over the back of the couch at Willow, but didn’t say anything. Everyone else called out their hellos. Buffy joined Xander and Anya at the counter, and Willow walked over to Spike.
"How was your day, Spike?" she asked.
"Bloody boring," Spike replied. "Yours."
"Okay," Willow shrugged.
"What did you do all day. ‘Sides class," Spike asked.
"Played ‘what about him’ with Buffy," she grinned.
"Oh yeah?" Spike’s eyes narrowed. "See anything you liked?"
"Mmm hmm," Willow dropped onto his lap and planted a kiss on his lips. "You."
"What about me?" Spike asked.
"You’re better than chocolate."
End