Rating: PC13
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: Spike donates to a good cause.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis.
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 and Rapture. 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 whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: Amanda, beta and grasshopper extraordinaire
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Willow leaned against the booth talking to Buffy. The students of UC Sunnydale were putting on an old-fashioned carnival to help raise money to fund an after-school program for the youths of Sunnydale and Buffy was taking her turn in the kissing booth. Willow had agreed to keep her company and the two were talking and laughing as they watched the crowd of college students and townspeople enjoy the carnival, when they were interrupted.
"Well, well, well," Spike stopped beside Willow and looked Buffy over appraisingly as he blew out a cloud of smoke. "Slayer selling her wares?"
"Shut up, Spike," Buffy said.
"It's a kissing booth," Willow protested, "and it's for a very good cause."
"Oh, please," Spike rolled his eyes, "save me from good causes." He took another drag off of the cigarette, then pointed the fingers that held the cigarette at the booth and sneered, "Besides, I wouldn't waste a quid on the Slayer. Still have Buffy taste in my mouth as it is."
"You're a pig, Spike!"
"That's not nice," Willow slapped his arm.
"I see the rest of the male population of Sunnydale is of the same opinion," Spike ignored her as he did a slow circle, ending up facing the booth again. "They're lining up, gonna have ta beat 'em off with a stick," he twisted his lips, then took another hit off of the cigarette as he pointed out the complete lack of a line at the kissing booth.
"Hope this 'good cause' ain't relying on you," he snarked. "Red, here could probably bring in more 'n you."
"Bite me," Buffy said. "Oh, that's right, you can't!"
"Hey!" Willow said. That hadn't sounded like much of a compliment. "And, and, hey, again! What's that supposed to mean?"
"Means I'd rather kiss you than the Slayer any day," Spike replied.
"Well, good, 'cause I wouldn't kiss you even if you did pay me!" Buffy retorted.
"You would?" Willow asked.
"Bloody hell!" Spike agreed with a shudder. "So, what do you say, Red?"
"Huh?"
"Do your part to raise money for a good cause?" he smirked.
"I, um, I already did my part," Willow hedged. "I baked cookies and, uh, helped with the ring toss earlier," she said.
"Right," Spike smirked. "Cookies and the ring toss," he rolled his eyes as he took a last drag off of the cigarette, then dropped it to the ground, crushing it out beneath his boot as he exhaled.
Just then a group of guys from one of the campus fraternities approached the booth and Buffy's attention was drawn away from Spike and Willow as she dealt with them.
"What's it cost," Spike asked, "to get a kiss around here?"
"Uh, five dollars," Willow said.
"Five dollars, eh?" Spike mused. "I'll give you ten," he offered.
"For what?" Willow asked.
"For a kiss, whadda ya think?"
"I'm not kissing you!" Willow said.
"Why not?" Spike asked, offended.
"Because I don't want to! There's a reason I didn't sign up for the kissing booth," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to kiss strange guys!"
"I'm not strange," Spike denied. Willow just looked at him. "I mean, I'm not a stranger," he clarified. "Fifteen," he said.
"No!"
"'Fraid?"
"Of what?"
"That you won't be any good?" he sneered, then saw the hurt look on Willow's face. "Already told you, rather kiss you than the Slayer," Spike said. "Or are you afraid you'll like it?" he smirked at her and Willow felt her insides flutter.
"No," she denied, though both were actually true.
"Fifty," he said.
"What?!"
"I'll donate fifty bucks," he pulled out a clean, crisp fifty-dollar bill he'd lifted from the Watcher earlier, "to your 'good cause', for one little kiss from you."
"Why are you doing this?" Willow asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Knew you wouldn't have the guts," Spike shoved the bill back into his pocket and started to turn away.
"Hey! I've got guts! I've got lots of...guts," Willow yelled at him.
"Yeah?" he turned back. "Prove it," he looked at her challengingly.
"F-fine," Willow straightened her shoulders. "Fifty bucks," she held out her hand. "Hand it over," she waggled her fingers.
"Impatient, Red?" Spike leered at her as he pulled the fifty out and dangled it in front of her face. Willow reached out and grabbed it. As he let go of the money, Spike wrapped his other arm around Willow's back and pulled her against him.
He lowered his head and claimed her lips. Willow crushed the fifty in her fingers as Spike's lips covered hers, urging them apart. His tongue entered her mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming. Willow's knees buckled and Spike caught her, pressing her back against the booth.
He tilted his head and deepened the kiss as his hands moved over Willow's back, pulling her against him. Willow moaned and let her hands land on Spike's waist. Spike lifted his head and looked down at her.
"Knew you'd be better than the Slayer," he said, then turned and walked away.
Willow took a few moments to catch her breath, then stepped around to the front of the booth.
"Where'd you go?" Buffy asked.
Wide-eyed, silent and breathless, Willow placed the fifty on the counter.
"Spike made a donation," she squeaked.
End