Pairing: W/S
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Willow is tired of everyone thinking she is predictable and geeky, so she going to try something a little daring.
Spoilers: Season 4, after Oz leaves
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.
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Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
Special Thanks: Kitura and Colleen for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.
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‘I still can’t believe Percy called me a geek,’ Willow pouted, ‘and the worst part is, he’s right too. I am a geek. I never do anything bad. I always brush my teeth after every meal, and never skip class. I’m boring and predictable. Well not any more!’ Willow had made her mind up. Before her twentieth birthday next week, she was going to do something wild, something dangerous, something shocking. Her resolve face firmly in place, she headed out from her dorm room, to put her plan into action, stopping on the way out to brush her teeth first. There was no sense in getting cavities, right?
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“What do you want Red?” Spike asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
“I, ummm, I want to talk to you,” she replied softly, looking at her shoes.
“Well make it quick, ‘Passions,’ is on in five.”
“Look Spike, I need your help with something...and...ummm...I can pay you.”
“How much?” he asked, his curiosity peeked.
“Ummm, twenty dollars?”
“No.”
“But you don’t even know what it is yet,” she said somewhat outraged.
“Don’t matter. If I have to do it for you, it’s gonna cost at least a hundred.”
“I can only go as high as fifty. Will you please do it for that much?” There was a note of desperation in her voice that intrigued him somewhat.
“Fine, fifty. Now what is it you want me to do?”
Suddenly Willow felt her face getting hot, and knew that it probably matched her hair. She began mumbling and shifting her feet uncomfortably, still unable to look at him. Spike was surprised by her blushing, and thought it was unfortunate she didn’t do it more often. She was really quite beautiful. Dog boy had been a fool to leave her.
“Tick tock, Red, you’ve got less than a minute.”
“Okay, look, when I was with Oz, I never did anything, ummm, you know, ummm, different, and well I’m going to be twenty next week, and before my birthday I wanted to try something…ummm…”
“Different?” he supplied.
“Yeah, different…ummm…with you.”
Spike arched a brow at her words. ‘So,’ he thought, ‘little red has a wild side after all. This could be fun.’
“And when you say different, you mean what exactly?” he didn’t need to ask, he could already imagine any number of naughty little things she might want to do to him, but watching her turn six shades of red was the most fun he’d had in a long while.
“Oh, you know, stuff, ummm… sex…stuff.” The minute the word sex came out of her mouth, she began backing toward the stairs out of Xander’s basement. She expected Spike to come unglued at her proposition, but his hand gently caught her arm, stopping her retreat.
“Just give me the time and place, and I’ll be there.”
“Right,” she said somewhat relieved that he had agreed, and at the same time mortified that she would now have to go through with it. “Meet me at my parents’ house, day after tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure thing, pet, I’ll be there after sunset, but don’t forget my money. Now, if you don’t mind, my program is on,” he told her dismissively.
“Right, no problem. I’ll see you then,” she said, running up the stairs, but stopped halfway, “One more thing Spike…”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Nobody can know about this, and I mean nobody. If you tell anyone, I’ll do a spell that will make your naughty bits shrivel up and fall off.” As she said this, Spike’s hands subconsciously moved in front of his crotch in a protective manner.
“Bloody hell, Red, don’t even joke about that!”
“I wasn’t joking.”
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Spike rang the bell to Willow’s house, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while he waited for her to answer. He was nervous, and trying hard to hide it. The truth was, while he may have tortured and killed plenty of girls over the years, he had only ever had sex with two; Drusilla and Harmony, and he wished he could take back his time with Harm. Now here he was, waiting to spend the evening being the willing sex toy of the slayer’s best-friend. This situation spelled potential disaster in so many ways. However, when he thought of the gorgeous redhead, standing in the moron’s basement, blushing a deep scarlet, he knew he would’ve done anything she asked, regardless of the money.
Still, getting paid wasn’t so bad either. Both chubs, and the watcher, helped buy his blood, but he was on his own with smokes and whiskey. Fifty bucks would certainly be helpful. He had been standing on the porch for awhile, and was beginning to think the chit had lost her nerve. Spike turned in disappointment to head back out, when he heard the latch click on the door and turned back to see Willow, dressed in a terrycloth bathrobe, looking a bit pale.
“Evening, Red, you look, uh, warm.”
“Warm? Oh, right, the robe,” she said fingering her collar absently, “Come in Spike.”
She moved aside, allowing him entrance, closing the door behind him. After taking his duster, and hanging it up in the hall closet, (probably the first time it had seen a hanger since the ‘70s), the pair simply stood, looking at each other sheepishly, unsure how to proceed. Spike became annoyed with himself, he was the big bad after all, he shouldn’t feel so awkward around a nineteen year old girl. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something smooth and sexy to get things rolling, but his tongue felt overly thick, and his mouth dry.
“So, you got my money, pet?” he finally managed to get out, and then mentally kicked himself for being so uncouth.
“The money, of course,” she replied, fishing a wad of bills out of her robe pocket and handing it over to him. Then, summoning up all her courage, she began the speech she had spent an hour practicing in the mirror while she was getting ready, “Look Spike, this is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, so if we’re going to go through with this, there needs to be some ground rules.”
“I’m listening.”
“Okay, first, like I said before, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Agreed. Hell, it’s not like I want the slayer staking my ass anyway.”
“Right. Okay second, I think it would be easier if we didn’t do much talking, because I’m nervous enough as it is.”
“Alright. Is that it?”
“One more thing, I want you to wear a blindfold, at least until I’m all ready anyway.”
“A blindfold?”
“Yeah, I promise not to do anything that will hurt you, I just want everything to be, ummm, a surprise?”
“It’s your show, luv, lead the way.”
Willow smiled, relieved that things were going according to plan so far, and turned, heading upstairs, with Spike in tow. Once they reached the landing, she led him to her bedroom, where he immediately noticed the windows had been completely blacked out. Apparently she planned on keeping him there for awhile. She indicated for him to sit on the bed and handed him a scarf for a blindfold. Then, asking him to undress, and put the blindfold on, she left the room to finish getting ready herself. She couldn’t be there while he undressed, she was too nervous. She figured it would be easier to just see him all at once; besides, she had some finishing touches to do on herself anyway.
The trembling redhead returned several minutes later, supplies in hand. She knocked on the door and verified that his eyes were indeed covered before she reentered the room. Once she did however, she forgot all about the blindfold, or anything else for that matter, as she stared in awe at the sight before her. He was standing motionless in the center of the room, as she had instructed him, looking very much like a marble statue. His flesh was surprisingly pale and smooth looking. She reached a hand out and gently ran her fingers along his stomach, causing his muscles to flex slightly. His skin was softer than she had expected. ‘He must moisturize,’ she thought absently, then realizing how ridiculous that was, she giggled slightly.
“What’s so funny?” Spike asked with irritation, he hadn’t come there to be mocked.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she responded, startled out of her reverie, “Okay, I’m going to be putting something on you now, so try to hold still. I promise it won’t hurt.”
Spike nodded, still feeling a bit insecure about her laughing, but he complied with her wishes. He stood as still as possible, waiting to see what was coming next. Then it started on his chest, a cool sensation, coupled with a strange chemical smell. If he didn’t know better, he would guess she was drawing on him. He didn’t confirm this idea with her because of rule number two, but he hoped the stuff would wash off at least.
At one point she paused for a moment to switch some music on, something rhythmic and tribal, but not overwhelming. She returned to her task, having moved down his torso to his hips, and Spike felt his cock surge slightly as her warm breath caressed his skin. By the time she had finished with her gentle touching across his entire body, he was thoroughly aroused, and ready to get down to business.
Willow smiled in appreciation and the slightest bit of fear, taking in the size of his manhood. He was much larger than Oz, and she hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much, but part of her wanted it to hurt a little. She instructed him to close his eyes then, removing his blindfold. As she leaned in to do his face, his cock brushed against the naked flesh of her stomach, causing him to gasp slightly. His hands snaked out automatically to pull her closer, but she brushed him off, hurrying to finish her work. Finally, she moved away from him altogether, and Spike had to fight the urge not to peek at what she was doing. Willow shut off the lights, and marveled at her creation.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
It took a moment to adjust to what he was seeing. Standing before him, glowing blue under black lights was Willow, decorated in tiger stripes. Looking down at his own body, he saw that he was a tiger now as well, orange stripes covering his naked form. There was very little natural light in the room, with the windows blacked out, so it was hard to make out anything but their stripes, even with his superior vision. He wasn’t sure what he had pictured this evening being, but it certainly wasn’t this. However, he was pulled out of his state of wonder by the sound of Willow once again laughing at him.
“Now, what’s so funny?” he asked harshly, his ego bruised.
“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just that your hair is glowing,” she smiled then, revealing a row of glowing white teeth.
“Oh,” he replied, his temper cooling, “Well, this is your game, pet, what’s next?”
“Well, this is the part where I’m hoping your baser instincts will take over.”
Her meaning was clear, and he didn’t waste any time. Moving toward her, he grabbed her roughly, pulling her in for a fierce kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, but eventually she yielded to him, as he knew she would. He pulled her down to the floor, pinning her body with his own, as his mouth explored her flesh, careful to avoid the glowing areas. Willow moaned with delight, as his cool tongue found her hot center.
Spike felt like an animal, toying with its prey. He slowly teased her sensitive mound, his tongue circling and teeth nipping at her clit. He drove her to the verge of oblivion over and over, never quite satisfying her need, bringing her to near insanity. When he backed off for the fourth time, she let out a loud growl, and pounced on him.
“There’s my kitty,” he said with a smirk as he allowed her to pin him.
Again they kissed roughly, but this time it was Willow that was in control. If he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, she would take it. As if possessed by the spirit of the tiger she was impersonating, she raked her claws harshly down his chest, causing small welts to rise in their wake. Spike, encouraged by the direction she was going, rolled the pair of them over, wanting to reassert himself. The result was something like a glow in the dark wrestling match, as blue and orange stripes tangled for dominance.
The sound of the music, their bodies rolling together on the floor, it was already the most erotic moment of the young redhead’s life. She grabbed Spike by the hair, pulling his head back to reveal the tender flesh of his throat. Then, without warning, she bit into him, hard, drawing his cool blood into her hot mouth. Spike, overcome by the feeling, roared, his demon visage slipping into place. He grabbed her firmly around the middle, and flipped her onto all fours. Then, with one hand on her hip, he drove his full length into her, abruptly ending the period of foreplay.
Willow cried out with a mixture of shock, ecstasy, and a little pain, as he drove into her again, forcing her to adjust to his girth all at once. Her heat enveloped him as he pounded into her tight opening, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he reveled at the sensation. A slight sheen of sweat now covered her body, and he absently ran his hand down her back, blurring her blue lines together, as he worked the both of them toward their release.
Willow was the first to go over, as Spike slammed into her womanhood, brushing against her swollen clit with each stroke. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her cry out, her muscles clenching down on his cock like a vise. The feel of her core clamping down hard on his shaft was too much for him. He roared again, as he was driven over the edge, his cock surging as he shot his release into her.
When it was all over, the two of them curled into a ball together on the floor, their blue and orange stripes blending together for an odd effect. Spike held her tightly, drawn to her warmth, as he gently sprinkled soft kisses along her shoulders and down the back of her neck. Then paused a moment in confusion.
“Tell me, luv, how did you do the stripes on your back?”
“Believe me, it wasn’t easy,” she giggled.
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“What is he doing here?” Buffy asked acidly, regarding Spike’s arrival with Anya and Xander.
“I had to invite him,” Anya responded defensively, “He was there when we were talking about the party. It would have been rude not to ask him. I read about it in the etiquette book Xander gave me.”
“Oh sure, now she worries about being rude,” Buffy muttered under her breath.
“Nice to see you too, slayer.”
“Listen, Spike, I don’t know why you even wanted to come, but this is Willow’s big day. If you do anything to spoil it for her, I swear I’ll dust you.”
“Tough talk,” he mumbled to himself, brushing past her and heading for the Watcher’s makeshift bar. Pouring himself a large brandy, he went looking for the birthday girl. They hadn’t spoken since their night together, and he was a little concerned that she wouldn’t want to see him. He had tried to come up with a reasonable excuse to track her down before this, but he’d chickened out every time. So, when Anya invited him to her party, of course he jumped at the opportunity. Giles’ apartment being rather small, Spike had no trouble tracking her down to the kitchen, where she was messing with hors devours trays.
Willow heard a sound behind her, and turned to see clear blue eyes staring back at her. She hoped he would come, but hadn’t really expected him to. She had picked up the phone to call the blonde vamp a dozen times since she had last seen him, but every time she tried, Anya or Xander would answer and she would end up making some lame excuse as to why she called, never actually talking to Spike. Now, here he was, standing before her, and she found herself unable to speak at all.
“Hello Willow,” he said softly, shocking her by the use of her real name, “Many Happy Returns.”
As he wished her happy birthday, he handed her a small package that was badly wrapped. She took it from him, again surprised by the gesture.
“Thank you,” she said, a slight smile playing across her lips
“Open it, pet,” he instructed.
She pulled back the brightly colored paper, and had to try hard not to laugh, as she looked down at the box of finger paints within.
End.