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Summary: A rewritten version of "The Initiative", what if Willow didn't clock Spike in the head with a lamp? What if things took a turn towards the romantic. Oh yeah, and Riley and the rest of the Initiative idiots won't be interupting things in my version.
Pairings: Willow/Spike
Category: I'm gonna have to say PWP
Spoilers: Set during season four, this is a rewritten version of "The Initiative".
Rating: NC-17
Author's comments: You are going to recognize a lot from "The Initiative" episode, so I'm gonna tell you now that I borrowed a lot from the original version, but gave it a twist of my own. My first PWP...hope it doesn't suck too bad.
Feedback: Come on, you know I want it...please don't make me beg ;)
AN: Keep in mind, not beta'd.
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Willow sat on her bed in the dorm room she shared with Buffy, listening to music on her stereo. She had thought that maybe a little music would cheer her up, but just her luck, all they seemed to be playing tonight were sad love songs. She sniffled a little, hugging her knees to her chest. I'm not going to cry, she told herself with resolve. Nope, not gonna cry. I'm gonna be strong, and I'm not gonna think about Oz. Even as she was giving herself this pep talk, her lower lip began to quiver slightly. She still couldn't believe he was gone.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing Willow to jump slightly. She rolled her eyes, assuming that it was Buffy coming to scold her about leaving that stupid party that she had been dragged to. She had tried to get into the partying mood, really she had, but when she heard that old song of the Dingoes being played, she just fell apart. In a way, it had been a godsend really. At least it had gotten her away from Riley and his barrage of questions about how to win Buffy. In her opinion, she was the *last* person Riley should be asking for romantic advice. Mentally preparing herself for the long lecture she was sure she was about to receive, Willow sat up straight and wiped away a stray tear that had managed to seep its way out of her eye. "Come in," she called, smoothing her hair.
The door opened slowly, and Willow gasped in surprise in horror. Oh no! How could she have been so stupid? The number one rule when you lived in Sunnydale was to never just haphazardly invite someone in to your home because you never knew when it was a vampire. Smooth move, Willow, she thought to herself as she stared at Spike, who was standing in the doorway. Stepping inside and giving the room a quick inspection, he nodded his approval, and then kicked the door shut behind him, stalking slowly towards Willow with a wicked grin.
Willow could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Ohgod, ohgod, she thought to herself, on the verge of hyperventilation. I'm *so* going to die! "Spike. Wh-what do you want? A spell? I can do that..." she began, trying to sound accommodating. Then she sprung into action, bolting for the door, but Spike caught her by her throat and threw her back, easily putting a stop to her escape. "Ouch!" Willow muttered, landing hard on the floor with a dull thud.
Walking over to stand before her, towering over her with a smug smile, Spike looked down on her thoughtfully. "I'll give you a choice," he said pleasantly, deciding to go against his better judgment. "Now, I'm going to kill you," he began in a genial tone. "No choice in that. But..." he said with a smile, watching in amusement as Willow began to back up until her back hit the wall. "I could let you stay dead..." he went on walking over to her and sliding down the wall, bringing his face in closer to hers and reaching out to stroke her cheek gently. All the time, he spoke to her in a soft, intimate tone. Really was a beauty, this one. All piss and vinegar and flaming red hair to match. "...Or bring you back. To be like me," he finished with a grin, his face morphing into its vampire visage. He grinned at her around his fangs. Oh, he could just taste her blood now.
"I'll scream," Willow threatened, trying to sound brave even as she cowered there, trembling with fear. She raised her chin, giving him her best defiant glare.
"Bonus," Spike said in a pleased tone, warming up to the idea quickly. He loved a screamer.
Willow opened her mouth and released a bloodcurdling scream, but it was useless, drowned out by the sound of her stereo as Spike turned it up full blast. Taking advantage of the fact that his attention was momentarily diverted, Willow wrenched away from him, crawling as quickly as she could towards the door.
Growling angrily, Spike muttered a curse under his breath and grabbed her around the waist, tackling her hard. They struggled a bit, but Spike had the upper hand. He fell forward onto her, knees first, and tried in vain to pin her hands up above her head. Willow tried desperately to bat him away, but she was simply no match for Spike. Trying again and this time succeeding, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, smiling down on her evilly, basking in his power.
This is it, Willow thought to herself, squeezing her eyes closed tightly and waiting to feel his fangs pierce her skin. Killed by a vampire that I *invited* in my dorm room. She could feel him move on top of her, feel when he threw his head back and lunged at her neck. She held her breath, waiting for his fangs to plunge into her neck, but instead she heard him scream out in pain and fall off of her onto the floor. Opening her eyes and sitting up quickly, she found him rolling around on the floor, clutching his head in agony and screaming bloody murder. Somehow managing to forget for the moment that he had just been about to kill her, Willow crawled over to him and rolled him over, a look of concern on her face.
"Spike? What is it?" she asked, looking down on him with wide green eyes. "Are you okay?" He just shook his head, tears forming in his clear blue eyes as he looked up at her helplessly. The pounding music pouring from her stereo was giving her a headache so she picked up a nearby shoe that had been hiding under her bed and threw it with perfect aim, affectively shutting off the stereo. "Can you move?" she asked him, helping him sit upright on the floor.
"I-I think so," he said in a small voice. Willow felt her heart flutter in sorrow at seeing him so distraught. Throwing his arm around her neck, she helped him to his feet and over to the bed, sitting down beside him.
"Spike, tell me what's wrong," she said urgently. "What happened?"
Spike stared down at the floor, so shamed that he was unable to meet her gaze. "I can't bite you," he said quietly.
"What? Of course you can," Willow said dismissively. "You're a vampire...it's kind of what you do."
"I *know* that, Red, thank you. I'm quite aware of what we vampires do, but I *can't*." Willow opened her mouth to protest, but a glare from him silenced her. "Don't even say it," he warned her, his voice cracking a little with emotion. "And why do you think that is, eh? Because I decided all of a sudden that I want to be a bloody vegan?" He sniffled a little as his tears threatened to fall. "I'm pathetic is what I am," he said angrily.
Willow sat beside him, caught between feeling sympathy for him because he was so sad and wanting to hit him in the head with a lamp for trying to kill her. At that thought, she reached up and touched her neck as if to assure herself that he indeed hadn't been able to bite her.
"I don't understand," Spike continued glumly. "This sort of thing has never happened to me before..."
"Maybe you were just nervous," Willow piped up, her kind nature taking over, filling her with the urge to try to cheer him up.
"I felt alright when we started," he said in a sullen voice, considering what she was saying. "Let's try again." Catching Willow off guard, he lunged for her again, his fangs ready and waiting. Once again, however, he reared back in pain before he could bite her, clutching his head and howling loudly. "Ahhhh!" he screamed. Gritting his teeth and pushing past the pained, he lunged yet again, and yet again he screamed in pain. Staggering backwards, he fell onto the bed, rolling around and clutching his head. "Damn it!" he cursed, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.
"You're probably just trying too hard," Willow said in a comforting tone, wincing at the scene before her. Man, that must really hurt, she thought to herself. "Doesn't this happen to every vampire?" she asked innocently.
"Not to me, it doesn't!" Spike cried in frustration. He groaned loudly, burying his face in his hands in defeat.
Willow stared down at her lap, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she realized what the problem must be. "It's me, isn't it?" she said in a small voice.
Spike looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"You came looking for Buffy, then settled," Willow said, fighting back tears. "You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be around." That had to be it. The thought of biting her must be so horrible for him that his mind just wouldn't let him do it...it actually *hurt* him to even try. Her lower lip quivered a little as she wrung her hands, trying not to let herself be hurt.
"Don't be ridiculous," Spike said, trying to comfort her despite his earlier intentions of killing her. "Why, I'd bit you in a heartbeat."
"Really?" Willow mumbled, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"Thought about it," Spike confirmed.
"When?" Willow wanted to know, not totally convinced that he was telling the truth. She wondered if he was just saying it to make her feel better about herself.
Spike sighed patiently. "Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath..." He nodded at her, nudging her a little with his elbow.
Willow blushed slightly, and Spike couldn't help but notice how pretty she was when she got all flustered. Wait a minute...wait one bloody minute! What was he thinking? This was *Red* he was thinking about, as in the Slayer's little tagalong. He couldn't think of a quicker way to get himself staked than to let his dick get the best of him. Still, the Slayer wasn't here, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her...or more importantly, him.
"I never would have guessed," Willow said with a sweet smile, obviously flattered by Spike's words. "You play the bloodlust kind of cool."
"I hate being obvious," he confided in her. "All fangy and 'grrr'." He shrugged his shoulders casually. "Takes all the mystery out."
"But if you could, you'd..." she trailed off, leaving her question hanging in the air.
"If I could, yeah," Spike said, a hint of regret in his voice. Both sat silently for a moment, side by side, pondering the big 'if'.
Not wanting the conversation to end, though she couldn't fathom why, Willow patted him on the back awkwardly. "You know, this doesn't make you any less terrifying," she said, giving him a small, reassuring smile.
Spike snorted loudly. "Don't patronize me," he said sullenly, staring down at his feet. He clasped his hands together, fighting back the tears. Great, he thought to himself. Crying in front of Red...really manly, you ponce. He didn't know why, but it bothered him to think that she might think badly of him, and for this to have happened, in front of all people, made him want to wither up and die. "I'm only a hundred and twenty-six, you know," he said glumly.
"You're being too hard on yourself," Willow insisted. "Why don't we both just wait half an hour and try again?" Suddenly, the meaning of her words hit her and she shifted uncomfortably. "Or...not."
"Don't worry 'bout it, Red," he said with a sigh. "I mean, it's not like I except you to be all gung-ho on the whole idea of me biting you or anything."
"This is kind of awkward, isn't it?" she said, biting her lower lip.
"Yeah, just a bit," he admitted, still staring at his scuffed up boots.
"Well, why should that be?" she asked, taking a deep breath. "I mean, we've known each other a while now, right? There's no reason that being in each others' company should make us feel all weird and awkward." Oh, Willow, what are you *doing*? she asked herself.
"You've got a point there," Spike said thoughtfully. "You know, I remember the first time I ever saw you. You were at the Bronze one night with the Slayer and the whelp, dancing and having fun. I thought to myself, now there's a girl with something special."
"Oh, no way!" Willow said bashfully, giving him a playful swat. "Now you are just making things up."
"I most certainly am not!" Spike exclaimed in indignation. "I'm tellin' the gods honest truth. Cross me heart and hope to...dust."
"Actually, I have to admit that when I first saw you, I had kind of a swoon moment," Willow admitted, blushing a little.
"Really?" Spike said with interest, raising an eyebrow. "I made you swoon."
Willow nodded with a smile. "I don't know what it was about you, but I remember thinking to myself, now that is one attractive vampire."
"Go on," Spike said dismissively, dropping his head in embarrassment.
"No, I mean it!" Willow insisted. "Of course, then you tried to kill all of us, which kind of made me less swoony and more terrified."
"You mean it? You were actually terrified?" Spike asked, looking up at her hopefully.
"Oh, definitely," Willow insisted. "You were *very* scary."
"You know, Red, you are something else," Spike said with a smile. "You really are something special. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"No."
"Well, that's because blokes around here are too stupid to recognize a real woman when they see one," he told her.
"Spike? Can I ask you a question?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Sure, pet. What is it?"
"Why are you being so...you know...sweet to me?"
Spike groaned silently to himself. Sweet? Being called sweet would normally be like a stake through the heart, but he guessed that he *was* being kind of sweet to her. He couldn't help himself. There was just something about the little redheaded spitfire that he was attracted to. "Well, you know...you've been so nice to me, trying to cheer me up and all-" He stopped abruptly in mid-sentence when she leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a timid kiss, catching him by surprise. He wasn't the only one caught by surprise by the kiss, however. Even as she was pressing her lips to his, Willow's mind was screaming at her, demanding to know what the hell she thought she was doing. Choosing to ignore common sense, she reached up hesitantly and ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair, deepening the kiss. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue entrance into her mouth, and he groaned in need when he felt how hot and wet her mouth was. He was willing to bet that she could do incredible things with that mouth.
Spike pushed her gently back onto the bed, taking things slow to avoid scaring her off. Breaking away from their kiss, he began to pepper kisses, whisper soft, along her jaw line and down to her neck. He felt her stiffen a little when his lips first brushed the creamy skin of her neck, but she relaxed a little as he began to kiss and nibble at her flesh with blunt teeth, a kind of unspoken reassurance to her that he wasn't out for blood. She moaned softly underneath him, pushing his leather duster off of his shoulders and down his arms, managing to remove it completely with his help and tossing it aside. She ran her short, blunt fingernails down his back over the material of his t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of his hard body pressing against hers. She shivered a little when she felt his cool, gentle hand slip underneath the fabric of her shirt, skimming over her flat stomach and up to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Gently, he pinched the hard little peaks, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her as she arched against him. Pushing him away gently, she gave him a reassuring smile before lifting her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. He followed suit, stripping off his own t-shirt before letting her pull him back down on top of her, her lips demanding his attention.
Spike felt her smile against his lips before she flipped them over, coming to rest on top of her, straddling his thighs, while never breaking their kiss. It was her turn to sprinkle kisses across his face and neck, but she didn't stop there. She continued down his chest, her explorations slow and cautious but enthusiastic nonetheless, and when she laved her tongue over one of his nipples, his eyes rolled back in his head from pleasure. "Cor, Red, you don't know what you're doing to me," he groaned softly.
"Mmmm, I think I have a pretty good idea," she said with a small smile, sliding further down his body and reaching for his belt buckle. Spike's eyes widened as he realized her intentions, and if his heart still beat, it would have burst through his chest. Willow's slim, nimble fingers made short work of Spike's belt buckle, button, and zipper, and she began to ease his jeans down his legs. He raised his hips to help her along, smiling a little when he heard her gasp as she realized that he was wearing no underwear. Skimming his pants down and tossing them aside, she crept back up his body, her breath warm and tantalizing against his throbbing member. Slowly, she touched her tongue to his tip, licking the precum from his slit before swirling her tongue around the head and taking him into her mouth completely. He hissed in pleasure, grasping the bedclothes tightly as she began to bob her head up and down, taking in more and more of him with every down stroke as her tiny little hand grasped him and stroked him firmly. Willow didn't have much experience in this area, but she was determined to do her best to bring him pleasure and was pleasantly surprised to feel him tense up in a relatively short amount of time. She knew he was close, and so on a whim, she bit down gently, sending him over the edge with a loud moan. She wrinkled her nose a little when she tasted his semen inside of her mouth but swallowed it down anyway, wishing to please him.
"Cor, luv, you're amazing," he panted, pulling her up his body so that he could kiss her. He mouth plundered hers, his tongue seeking out and exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. He ran his fingers through her soft, silky hair, breathing in the smell of apple shampoo and the faint scent of cinnamon. She was absolutely intoxicating, overwhelming his every sense with her essence. "My turn," he said to her with a sly smile, breaking away from their kiss and shifting her even further up his body until she was straddling his head.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked, her brows knitted together.
"Vampire, remember? Don't need to breathe," he assured her, reaching up to grip her hips and lowering her down onto his mouth. Willow gasped loudly, her eyes flying open wide when she felt his tongue tease her folds open, worming its way into the core of her femininity. She gripped the headboard of her bed tightly as he began to lick her up and down, savoring the taste of her sweetness, losing himself in her musky scent. He used his hands to guide her, encouraging her to rock back and forth to bring herself further pleasure. She widened her legs more so that she was spread open wide, giving him full access to everything she had to offer. Stiffening his tongue, he thrust it into her tight, grasping channel, listening to her moan in pleasure as began to rock harder against his face. Shifting slightly underneath her so that his nose was rubbing her clit, he gave her the tongue lashing of her life. When he felt her legs tighten around his head, he knew that she was almost there. Doubling his efforts, he soon found himself drenched in her juices as he felt her tremble on top of him, her vaginal muscles spasming wildly in orgasm.
Unable to wait any longer to feel him inside of her, she squirmed her way down his body, her tiny hand wrapping around his shaft, positioning him at her entrance, and before he knew it, sheathing him completely in her tight, wet channel. "Oh god," she gasped, loving the feel of his length inside of her. "Oh, wow, Spike."
He was aware that she was speaking to him, but he couldn't quite make out what she was saying through the roar of lust coursing through his body. He couldn't believe how easily he had slid inside of her, hot wet she was for him. She was so tight and so bloody, bloody hot that she almost scorched him, but he didn't care. "Cor, Red, you are sooo tight," he moaned, grabbing her hips to force her to sit still. "You're gonna have to give me a sec or this is gonna be over before it starts." Drawing in deep unneeded breaths of air, Spike forced himself to regain control, then nodded slightly. "Okay."
Willow began to rock back and forth on top of him, squeezing her vaginal muscles every time she raised and lowered herself onto his cock. He looked up at her from under hooded lids, loving the way her hair caught the light, the way her lips curved into a sexy smile, the way that she was taking control. Who would have thought that shy, demure little Willow could be such a wildcat in bed? And, oh, the way she was moving that hot little body on top of him, torturing him with slow, agonizing strokes...she was going to drive him insane. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he rolled them swiftly so that he was now on top of her, nestled comfortably in between her luscious thighs. Hooking her legs so that they were both draped over either of his shoulders, he began to thrust quicker and harder, making her keen in pleasure.
"Of fuck yes!" she hissed, causing Spike to raise an eyebrow. Naughty, naughty little Red, he thought to himself with a smirk, thrusting deeper with every stroke. His smirk quickly faded, however, as he felt himself grow closer and closer to the edge. Wanting to come with her, he reached between them, applying pressure to the small, swollen nubbin between her legs, causing her to shriek in pleasure as she came hard around him, her vaginal muscles clamping down and milking him of every last drop of semen as he too climaxed. Collapsing on top of her and rolling off to the side, Spike pulled her with him, cradling her head in the crook of his shoulder. Willow's chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath, swiping at the sweat-dampened strands of hair that had fallen into her face. Reaching over gently, Spike tucked the few loose strands behind her ear, kissing her softly of the forehead.
"Spike-"
"Willow-"
They laughed nervously, haven spoken up at the same time. "You go first," he insisted.
"I was just going to say how amazing that was," she gushed. "I mean, wow. It was just...incredible. At least I thought so," she said uncertainly. "What were you going to say?"
"I was just making sure everything was alright," he said uncomfortably. "I mean, I didn't know how you were gonna feel about all of this when it was over. I don't want you to hate me, Red."
"Spike! I don't hate you!" she exclaimed. "Why would I hate you?" He shrugged uncomfortably, not quite meeting her eyes. "Look, I don't regret it if that is what you're thinking, although if we could not tell Buffy about this just yet, that would probably be a good thing."
"So you're not mad?" Spike asked in relief. "I was just afraid that after it was all over with you would get freaked out and wonder what the hell you were thinking. That of course would be followed by a full confession to the Slayer, after which she would promptly stake me."
Willow laughed at his babbling. "There will be no staking, don't worry," she reassured him. "My only concern is...will I see you again?" She looked away from him, knowing that she wouldn't be able to ask him what she wanted to know if she had to look him in the eye. "I mean, was this like a one time only thing?"
"Do you want it to be?" he asked nervously. He reached out, hooking his index finger under her chin and turning her head until she was forced to look at him. "Because I don't want it to be."
"Me either," she said, throwing her arms around him tightly. Suddenly she stiffened, hearing Buffy's voice ringing out down the hall. "Oh my god, that's Buffy! She's coming," she said frantically, throwing back the covers and scrambling for her clothes. "You have to go!"
"Bloody hell!" Spike hissed, nearly tripping over himself as he hopped on one leg, trying to pull his pants on. Pulling his shirt over his head quickly and grabbing his boots, he stopped long enough to give Willow a quick kiss before heading for the window.
"Wait," she called out, stopping him before he could climb out. "When will I see you again?"
"The Slayer patrols about this time every night, right?" he asked. Willow nodded quickly. "Right then. I'll come see you tomorrow night then, same time, same place." With that, he bailed through the window just as Buffy was opening the door. Willow winced quietly when she heard him crash into the bushes below.
"What was that?" Buffy asked, walking over to the window and peering out. Willow crossed her fingers and said a quick prayer, hoping that he had managed to get himself out of sight in time. "Huh. Must have been a cat or something," Buffy said, shrugging her shoulders. "So, Will, how was your night?" she asked.
"Oh not much," Willow lied smoothly. "You know, just sitting around, listening to music."
"Sounds like fun," Buffy said dryly. Taking a real look around the wrecked room for the first time, Buffy wrinkled her brow in bewilderment. "Hey, Will?"
"Huh?"
"What in the world did you do to this room?"
THE END