Author: Spikedluv
Rating: NC17
Series
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be), mentions Buffy/Giles
Spoilers: Minimal, through Pangs, season 4.
Summary: ‘Something Blue’ never happened, Willow finds another way to get over Oz.
Notes: Fourth in what’s turning out to be a series of short, fluffy, smutty stories. No actual Spike-lovin’s in this one, sigh, it’s all Buffy & Willow. (Just talking, you perverts!) * * indicate emphasis.
Feedback: Yes, please! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
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?
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After Willow got dressed she stood by the window watching for Buffy’s arrival. She saw Mrs. Summers’ SUV roaring down the road and the vehicle rocked as Buffy pull up to the curb and slammed on the brakes. The blond jumped out of the truck and raced up the sidewalk with her renowned Slayer speed. Moments later Willow’s stomach plummeted as she heard footsteps running down the hall and the key in the lock.
The door opened and Buffy stood there looking at Willow with wild eyes. Willow was nervously wringing her hands, her palms sweaty. Buffy stepped into the room and shut the door. She opened her mouth to ask Willow how she knew about her kissing Giles, but instead took a good look at her nervous friend and said, "Wow, you look great!"
"Really?" Willow smoothed her hands over the skirt nervously. She had paired the borrowed brown suede skirt with a white, sheer, button-up shirt with long sleeves that came to her waist and showed some cleavage and hints of the white lace bra beneath. She wore a pair of ankle high, low-heeled brown boots on her feet.
"Yeah, Spike’ll love it," Buffy teased and Willow blushed.
"Buffy," Willow protested. "Listen, you won’t...," she began worriedly.
"I’m not going to stake Spike," Buffy interrupted her friend to reassure her. "If I was, I’d have done it last night when he had his hands all over you."
"Y-you saw that?" Willow stammered, blushing an even deeper shade of red.
"I’m *blond*, not blind," Buffy laughed at her friend’s discomfort.
"Oh," Willow whimpered.
"Now," Buffy began and Willow cringed, knowing Buffy would pull every little detail out of her, but Buffy had other things on her mind, "I don’t know what you think you saw last night between me and Giles..,"
"I saw you *kissing* him!" Willow exclaimed, glad they weren’t talking about her and Spike...yet.
"That was a, um, Merry Christmas and, uh, thanks for letting us have the party at your apartment, er, peck on the cheek," Buffy insisted.
"That was no peck on the cheek!" Willow denied. "That wasn’t even a peck on the lips," she gave Buffy her famous Willow-tone, "that was full-fledged tongue in mouth!" Seeing Buffy blush made Willow continue to tease her friend, "You had him trapped in the corner with your tongue shoved in his mouth..."
"Do you think I hurt him?" Buffy asked suddenly.
"What?" Willow was confused.
"Did he look like I was hurting him, or, or, like he didn’t like it?" Buffy asked, unsure of herself.
"Uh, no," Willow said. "His hands squeezing your butt made me think, definite likeage," she assured her friend.
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. So spill," Willow sat down on her bed and crossed her arms.
"It really *was* just supposed to be a ‘Merry Christmas and thanks for letting us have the party at your apartment peck on the cheek’," Buffy admitted as she plopped down on her bed across from Willow.
"But?" Willow prompted.
"But, I went to hug him, you know, just a Slayer-hugging-her-Watcher hug, and turned to kiss his cheek and suddenly his lips were where his cheek had been and I kissed his lips and then I *kissed* his lips," she looked like she wanted to cry. "I don’t think he liked it."
"He *definitely* liked it," Willow said again.
"Oh, god!" Buffy supported her elbows on her knees and dropped her head into her hands. "What am I going to *do*? I can never see him again. He thinks I’m a slut. He’s completely grossed out. He..."
"Buffy!" Willow interrupted her friend. "Why are you saying those things?"
Buffy looked up at Willow with tears in her eyes, "I think I’m in love with him."
"Oh, Buffy, don’t cry!" Willow jumped up and sat next to Buffy with her arm around the sobbing girl’s shoulders. "Y-y-you think you’re in love w-with G-g-giles?" she asked as Buffy’s words finally registered.
Buffy just nodded as she continued to cry.
"How? When? How?" Willow stuttered.
"I’ve been having...naughty thoughts about him for a while, but it was *really* just supposed to be a thank you peck on the cheek," she looked up at Willow, her eyes begging her to believe her. "I swear. But then I hugged him and..."
"And?"
"My nipples got hard," Buffy admitted.
"Y-your...G-giles made y-your...?"
"Uh huh," Buffy nodded her head. "And then his lips were right *there* and I...I attacked him."
"I didn’t see him complaining," Willow assured her friend.
"How could he?! Like you said, I had him trapped, and I *did* shove my tongue in his mouth," she was practically screaming and Willow couldn’t stifle a grin. "What’s so funny?" she whined.
"I can’t believe you’re wigging over this! He so obviously *wasn’t* grossed out, and I’d even venture to say, he liked it. Now, just calm down and think about it. What did Giles do when you kissed him?"
"Nothing! He froze," Buffy insisted as she grabbed a tissue off of the bed stand.
"That’s not true. Now, think."
"Well, when I first hugged him he, um, he hugged me too," Buffy’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she tried to remember exactly what happened the night before in Giles’ kitchen.
"Mmm hmm."
"Then there was the mistake peck on the lips. He, um, he froze then. But, so did I, ‘cause it *was* just supposed to be a peck on the cheek, and it was kind of, uh, unexpected. Then I, I, oh, god," she closed her eyes. "I kissed him again, and I...you know!"
"Slipped him the tongue?" Willow suggested.
"Wills!"
"Well?" she laughed. "Did you, or did you not, slip him the tongue?"
"Yes! Alright? Yes," Buffy fell back on the bed and covered her face.
"And then?"
"He froze - in shock and disgust!" Buffy’s voice was muffled behind her hand.
"He did not! How’d his hands get on your butt if he froze?"
"Well, I guess he sort of...ran his hands down my back and kind of...squeezed a little," Buffy admitted.
"See? Then what?"
"Then I ran like a rabbit! What if he thinks *I* didn’t like it?" she sat up suddenly.
"We’ll just show him that you did!" Willow said, the wheels already turning. "What’s he doing today?"
"Nothing. At least, I don’t think he had plans."
"What do you and your mom have planned for after dinner?"
"Nap. Why?" Buffy asked warily.
"Why don’t we go visit Giles? It wouldn’t be nice to leave him alone on Christmas. We could take left-overs!"
"You just wanna go see Spike!" Buffy accused.
"Well," Willow hedged, "I did get all dressed up." She smiled a very un-Willow-like smile that scared Buffy down to her toes.
"Speaking of which, spill!" Buffy commanded, grasping at the change in topic like a life line.
"Buff..."
"Nope," Buffy held up her hand to forestall any further argument. "It’s your turn."
Willow haltingly gave Buffy the bare-bones facts about her and Spike’s...thing.
"Very good," Buffy said when she was done, "if you’re giving a history report, or something, but I want *details*, girl!"
"H-how much detail?" Willow stammered.
"How much detail is there?" Buffy countered.
"Well, we *could* be here a long time," Willow blushed.
Buffy patted her chest and smiled evilly, "Do tell! And I mean, do tell all!"
Willow started again.
A half-hour later, after Buffy had hung her head out the window in the cool air and stopped in the bathroom to splash water on her face, they were in the SUV headed to the Summers’ residence for dinner.
"Buffy," Willow got her friend’s attention, "what happened with Riley?"
"I broke up with Riley," Buffy admitted.
"Oh, Buffy, I’m sorry! When?"
"Don’t be sorry, Wills. I’m not. Remember that first night Riley wasn’t there to go on patrol and Giles went with me? If I recall," Buffy’s voice took on a teasing note, "Xander and Anya weren’t around that night either, and Giles left Willow to vamp-sit. And Willow was a naughty little girl. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to look at that table the same way again. And to think, we all ate off of it last night..."
"Alright, I remember! Go on!" Willow blushed.
"Anyway, it just wasn’t working. He was too..normal," Buffy concluded.
"But, I thought normal was what you wanted."
"So did I. Turns out I was running from what I really wanted."
"Giles?"
"Yeah," Buffy agreed. "I don’t know what I’m going to do if he doesn’t feel the same way."
"Why didn’t you say anything?" Willow asked. "About Riley, I mean, not Giles."
"‘Cause you had other stuff going on...Oz, exams...and I really wasn’t that upset, except I hated hurting his feelings. Besides, you just got done listening to me cry over Angel for three months. I didn’t want to bother you again."
"You don’t bother me, Buffy," Willow assured her. "You’re my best friend."
"What about Xander?"
"He’s my best *male* bud."
"And what does that make Spike?" Buffy paused. "Oh, yeah, your ‘orgasm friend’!" she quoted Anya and Willow blushed.
"You’re one to talk," Willow countered, "you want to make Giles *your* orgasm friend. And if you’re not nice to me I won’t help you make plans for tonight."
Both girls were quiet the rest of the ride to Buffy’s house as they thought about the coming night.
End