Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: Nothing really, but anything through season 5 is fair game
Summary: Spike gives Willow a foot rub. Fluff. In fact, fluffy fluff.
Notes: Another fic which is the result of all the driving I did yesterday. This one came to me as my sister and I drove to the beach and I actually managed to get a little bit of it written as we took in the sun. * * 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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"Oh, goddess, Spike! That feels *wonderful*," Buffy heard Willow moan from the training room as she walked into the Magic Box.
"No, don’t stop! Harder. Ye-es, just like that," she sounded breathless.
"What in hell’s going on back there?" Buffy asked Anya who was behind the register.
"Spike’s giving Willow a foot rub," Anya said without looking up from the money she was counting.
"Oh, goddess, Spike, it feels like you’re going to break me in two!" Willow half cried, half moaned.
"Like hell he’s giving her a foot rub!" Buffy swore and stormed toward the back of the shop.
"What in hell’s going on back here?" Buffy demanded as she burst through the door to the training room. Willow, who had been reclining on the couch with her feet in Spike’s lap as he rubbed them, jumped about a foot off of the couch and grabbed her chest.
"Geez, Buffy, what are you trying to do, scare me to death? I mean, I know we live on the Hellmouth and all, but my heart can only take so much!"
"What’s going on?" Buffy asked, her voice a tad less hysterical.
"Spike was giving me a foot rub, what did you...Buffy, what did you *think* was going on?"
"She thought you were having sex with Spike," Anya poked her head in the door. "I *told* her he was giving you a foot rub, but she thought it sounded like sex. Must be she can’t tell the difference since she hasn’t had any in so long," Anya pulled her head back out of the room.
"Thanks, Anya," Buffy called after her.
"You’re welcome," Anya called back.
"You thought I was having sex with Spike?" Willow asked Buffy.
"Well, yes," Buffy admitted. "It did sound...suspiciously like sex.."
"And you thought you’d come busting in here and do what?" Willow swung her bare feet to the floor and slowly stood.
Spike recognized her tone and kept his mouth shut. Buffy wasn’t so wise.
"Stop you!" she exclaimed.
"*Stop* me?" Willow asked, placing tiny fists on her hips.
Spike’s demon laughed with glee, although the demon would deny feeling glee, at the Slayer’s fate. Idiot girl didn’t realize who she was dealing with.
"Yes! It’s, it’s *Spike*!" she spat. "It’s icky."
"Number one, Buffy," Willow spoke deliberately, "if I chose to have sex with Spike I would expect you to respect my decision. I’m not a child and I’m not stupid. Number two, ah, ah, ah!" she held up her hand to forestall Buffy’s attempt to speak. "Number two, if I *were* having sex with Spike I imagine I’d be very...irritated...at the interruption. Wouldn’t you?" she finished reasonably.
"But, Wills...,"
"Buffy," Willow warned. "Didn’t you stop by to help research that Kazchonkla demon? Close the door behind you," she hinted.
Buffy gave Willow a repentant look and shot Spike a dirty one when his demon couldn’t resist a big grin at her discomfort over leaving them alone, then reluctantly turned and left the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
***
Willow stood frozen in place. She couldn’t *believe* Buffy. But the real problem was that she *had* thought about having sex with Spike, imagined him touching her. She’d managed to never do so in his presence, though, afraid that his vampiric abilities might include mind reading, or absorption by osmosis at the very least.
Her problem? She was thinking about it now and if she turned around, he’d know. He told her he could always tell what she was thinking by her eyes. He’d also said that she had an expressive face. There was absolutely *no way* that she was turning around.
"Willow?" she jumped as the sound of his voice interrupted her jumbled thoughts. "You okay?"
"Uh huh," she squeaked.
"What’s wrong?" he persisted.
"Um, just embarrassed," she hedged, her voice still high.
Spike frowned. She didn’t smell embarrassed. In fact, she smelled...aroused, and a little bit scared.
"Red."
"Mmm hmm?"
"Come here."
"Can’t."
"Why not?"
"Legs won’t move."
Before she realized what had happened Spike was standing behind her. He put one arm behind her back and the other behind her thighs and lifted her into his arms.
"Spike," she whimpered as her arms went around his neck.
"Red..."
Before she could stop herself, her fingers slid into his hair and she crushed her lips to his. Spike froze. What in bloody hell was she doing? Didn’t the witch know that he wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes off, throw her on the floor and pound into her? The Slayer would bloody well stake him for sure.
Willow suddenly pulled away and looked into his eyes before trying to squirm out of his arms.
"I’m sorry," she was breathing hard. "Please let me down."
"Red...," Spike tried to get her attention as she twisted and turned in his arms trying to escape. "Willow, stop!" he shook her.
She stopped struggling.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Oh, goddess, I’m so embarrassed," she tried to hide her face. "I shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t like it," she groaned. "Please put me down," she tried again to get away.
"Alright," he spoke calmly, "stop before you fall."
Willow had twisted her body so that her back was pressed against his chest. Spike lowered his arm and let one leg slip from his hand. Willow’s foot touched the ground and he simultaneously slid that hand up the inside of her thigh to press his fingers against her center and closed his other hand over her breast, squeezing it.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned as her fingers clutched at his arms for support. "Wh-what are you *doing*?" her voice rose as his thumb pressed on her clit and his fingers pinched her nipple.
"Why’d you think I didn’t like it?" he asked, his voice husky, his breath tickling her neck before he licked it.
"Aahh," she moaned breathlessly as his fingers played over her body. "Because...because you didn’t kiss me *back*!"
"I did like it," he told her between licks, "you just surprised me, is all."
"I-I surprised you?" Willow asked as she pressed herself into his hands.
"Mmm hmm," he sucked on her neck.
"B-but I’m the predictable one. Reliable, responsible, practical, logical Willow. That’s me."
"You always surprise me, luv," he assured her as he bit her neck with blunt teeth.
"Really?"
"Mmm. Do you like this?"
"Ye-es," she hissed. "Except, maybe, with less clothes?" she suggested hesitantly.
"Bloody good idea, Red," he slipped his hand beneath her shirt, shoving her bra up and closing his fingers over her bare flesh, squeezing and kneading as he dropped her leg and moved his other hand to the task of unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.
"Just being practical," she moaned as he pinched her nipple.
"You read my mind, baby," he groaned as he shoved his hand inside her jeans and ran his fingers through her damp curls before slipping one between her slick folds.
"Goddess, Spike!" she cried as he entered her. "And I was worried you’d read mine!"
***
When Xander walked into the Magic Box Buffy was sitting at the research table doggedly looking through the demonology text in front of her. Anya was still behind the counter closing out the register from the day’s sales.
"Xander!" Anya called and ran around the counter to hug him.
"Hi, hon," he gave her a hug and a kiss before greeting Buffy. "And how’s the Buffster?" he sat down at the table across from her as Anya returned to her money.
"Fine," Buffy answered shortly without looking up from the book.
"What’s that noise?" Xander asked when he heard a thump and a moan from the training room.
"Spike’s giving Willow a foot rub," Buffy said without looking up.
"That doesn’t sound...,"
"Foot rub!" Buffy repeated.
"It’s a euphemism," Anya stage whispered from behind the counter. "They’re really having sex."
"No, it’s a foot rub," Buffy insisted.
"She’s in denial," Anya nodded knowingly.
"Well, I wanna be there, too!" Xander cried. "Willow and Spike? No, that’s..."
"Goddess, Spike, ye-es!" he heard Willow’s muffled moan.
"Okay, I just got a really scary visual," Xander covered his eyes and ears with both hands until he realized that no more sounds were coming from the back room. Moments later Willow appeared in the doorway. She...glided...to the front of the room and leaned against the counter.
"How are your, um, feet?" Anya asked with a big smile.
"My feet are *great*!" Willow enthused. Her body felt all rubbery and pliant. Like she’d melted at Spike’s touch. "Never better, in fact. Spike’s so good with...feet."
"Oh, god!" Xander groaned. "I *so* don’t want to hear this."
"Shut up, I do," Anya said.
Spike came out of the training room with an unlit cigarette in his mouth as he fished through his pockets for his lighter.
"Hi, Spike," Willow said dreamily.
"Red," he smirked and winked at her.
"Don’t *do* that," she protested. "You *know* that makes my...feet...go all wonky."
"What did he do?" Anya asked, reaching out to touch Willow’s shoulder.
"He smirked...and winked at me," Willow replied breathlessly.
"I wouldn’t do that, demon girl," Spike warned as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Do what?" Anya froze.
"Touch her. She’s still feeling kind of...horny." Willow giggled. Anya reached out a finger to poke her in the arm. Willow threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh, god!" Xander covered his eyes and ears again. Buffy stared determinedly at the book.
"Don’t say that!" Willow admonished Spike. "And quit poking me," she slapped at Anya’s hand as she continued to laugh.
Spike just smiled. Unlife was looking up. He’d just shagged the hot little redhead, it looked like he’d get another chance at her and the Slayer hadn’t staked him. Yep, unlife was just grand.
Willow stopped laughing and then pouted.
"What’s the matter, luv?" Spike asked.
"I’m hungry, Spike. I must have worked up an appetite," she smiled slyly.
Xander started humming. Buffy was having a hard time breathing.
"Let’s go get something to eat, then, pet," Spike said as he walked toward her.
"I don’t think I can walk, Spike. Will you be my vamp horsy and let me ride you?" she asked innocently. At least Spike thought it was innocently. After what happened in the training room he couldn’t be totally sure. Either way, his, um, little spike, stood up at attention at her words.
"That’s it!" Buffy stood from the table. "I’m going on patrol. I need to kill something," she grabbed her jacket and stormed toward the front of the shop.
"I’ll go with you!" Xander cried and followed her.
"What about me?" Anya asked.
"You can get something to eat with us," Willow offered as Spike obediently turned his back to her and allowed Willow to jump up on him.
"Are you going to talk about sex?" Anya asked hopefully.
"Don’t know," Willow answered. "But I’ll *definitely* be thinking about it."
"Okay, I’ll go with you. I’ll drive," she continued as she bent over to retrieve her purse. "That way Spike only has to be your, um, vamp horsy to the car."
The three of them walked to the front door. Spike, with Willow on his back, stood on the sidewalk and waited as Anya locked up.
"You’ll still be my vamp horsy later, though, won’t ya, Spike?" Willow whispered in his ear just before she closed her teeth on his neck.
"Bloody hell, Red!" he tightened his fingers on her bum. "I’d let you ride me any time, baby."
End