Distribution: Susi, Feen. and anyone who wants it, lemme know. Pweease?
Spoilers: None
Pairing: B/Oz (implied), W/S
Rating: That’d have to be a big PG (for drinking)
Summary: Spike and Willow get drunk off wine coolers before Buffy’s wedding, afterwards they spending an entertaining evening at Caritas.
Feedback: I’ll beg, I’ll plead-- just tell me what you think!
DISCLAIMER: Lady in Red is by Chris Deburgh, I touch myself is by the Divynils, and Joss owns my pretty pets.
Notes: To everyone who wants more of Picture, I’m working on it. It seems to have disappeared off my hard drive so I wrote this to cheer all of you who my fic made sad. But you’ll have more Picture soon. Oh-- and this is to Susi. Thanks for the feedback and encouragement, dear!
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Spike watched through glazed and hooded eyes as the redheaded witch stumbled towards the bathroom. When she emerged she had two wine coolers clutched tightly to her chest. Eyes narrowed in concentration, she managed to weave her way through the sea of empty bottles covering the hotel room floor. Spike giggled drunkenly, rolling onto his back.
“Who’d a thunk it?” Spike laughed, “The big bad plastered off this rot. The witch’s brew, no less.”
“Spike, scoot over. You’re in my spot,” Willow whined, giving up and just sitting on the blond.
“Luv, I can’t more if you’re sitting on top of me. I can’t breathe, either.”
“You have to ask nicely, or I won’t move. And vampires don’t breathe, silly. I wonder what time it is?” Willow turned to look at the clock, and stood up so fast she lost her footing. “Oh hell!”
“Are you alright, pet?” Spike was crouched above Willow instantly, probing her small body for injuries. Satisfied when he found none, Spike sat down Indian-style.
“Yes... No... I don’t know. It’s two hours till my best friend’s wedding and I’m drunk. I did mention that she’s marrying the man I love didn’t I?” Willow’s eyes began to water and she crawled into Spike’s arms.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing. They’re going to have some bloody ugly kids. That’s something isn’t it?”
“Thank the Goddess for small mercies,” Willow hiccupped from Spike’s arms.
~~~*~~~
An hour passed and Willow somehow managed to return Spike to his own room, basically carrying him the last half of the way.
“God, Spike. Lose a little weight why don’t you! And it’s not like Angel could have bought a modest three-bedroom, or an apartment. Noooo, Mr. Poufy vampire has to buy a hotel so he can wander up and down the loooong halls looking all broody. That bastard.” Willow mumbled to herself as she deposited the incoherent vampire in his room. More loudly she said, “Spike, I’m going to get ready. For a vampire you sure don’t handle your liquor very well, and I expect you to be sobered up and ready in one hour. If you’re not ready I’ll go down there alone, if I have to!”
~~~*~~~
“Spi-ike! I’m comin’ in!” Willow peered around the door, smiling
and seemingly sober. She was still buzzed but she thought she could
pass for sober. *No, ocifer, I ain’t been drinkin’ nuffin’ tonight,
sir.* she giggled. When she saw Spike her breath caught in her throat.
Spike was draped in an armchair, a towel around his neck.
He wore nothing but his trademark black jeans. A lit cigarette in
one hand, he stared darkly at a point near the window. Gorgeous was
not a word even close to describing him... His blue eyes, his chiseled
cheekbones, his sensual lips... and his well defined chest.
“Wow,” Willow vocalized, her eyes huge and luminous in her face.
“Cor, pet. Wow is right,” Spike looked up, his bad mood dissipating. “You look stunning.”
Willow blushed, picking her jaw up off the floor, and smiled widely at the blond. Her red satin dress fell just past her knees, and perfectly matched the color of her hair-- which she chose to leave down.
Spike was in awe. His liquor addled brain couldn’t remember seeing anything so absolutely beautiful as this creature before him. Her eyes, her voice, her smell... her fire. Spike shook his head quickly, shaking off the impure thoughts about his friend, Willow.
*That’s right, you wanker. She’s your friend. Don’t go and screw this up or you’ll never forgive yourself!* Spike scowled again.
“Um... are you ready?” Willow’s voice was husky as she caught his eye.
*They’re so blue and... gorgeous. He’s so nummy I could just eat him all up. Like a nummy vampire treat. Bad Willow! Bad thoughts, oh goddess think of... think of Mom! Mom and Dad playing... strip poker! With Giles!* All bad thoughts left Willow’s mind at the thought of Giles and her parents.
“Well I should probably put on a shirt. Unless you... want me to go like this?” Spike winked at Willow and stood, the ripple of his abs not going unnoticed by the redhead.
Willow just blushed and lowered her gaze, watching from beneath
her lashes as Spike put on a blue button up shirt and gelled his hair.
They headed out the door in silence, both unprepared for the
wedding. Buffy and Oz were getting hitched, and neither the witch
or the vampire had come to terms with this completely.
Spike admitted to himself that his feelings for the petite slayer were fading rapidly, but they were not gone. It still stung to see her marrying the wolf. He didn’t expect her to think of him before doing this, but he had thought she would consider Willow’s feelings. Buffy had come up to L.A. a month before to visit her father, and apparently met up with Oz while he was touring. Somehow they had fallen in love, and called the gang to come up to L.A. Spike didn’t think it would last.
His thoughts turning to the redhead by his side he smiled.
Willow was charming and intelligent, clever and witty. Their relationship
had moved on from acquaintances to friends in the time since Buffy had
gone to LA. Nightly, they patrolled the streets of Sunnydale discussing
everything from his love for Nintendo to her Sex Pistols fetish.
He knew she still cared for Oz, but apparently she still wasn’t over him
completely. The night before he had been on his way outside to have
a smoke when he had passed her room. He could hear her crying out,
and had longed to comfort her.
Broken from his reverie by Willow’s hand clutching his, Spike
looked down at Willow.
“I have to go see Buffy,” Willow whispered. “I’m her maid of honor. Thank you Spike... for everything.”
Spike smiled softly at the redhead’s retreating form before going to seat himself.
~~~*~~~
The wedding was held in the lobby of the hotel, with the reception at Caritas. All throughout the ceremony Spike had watched Red put on a brave face, and cursed Buffy and Oz for doing this to her. He never once took his eyes off her during the ceremony. He just couldn’t get over her beauty.
~~~*~~~
“I want to dedicate this song,” Spike stood upon the stage at
Caritas, hammered once again. “To Red. You’re beautiful. I
just wanted you to know that.”
Willow smiled up at Spike’s form from her seat on the floor.
She’d had one too many drinks, and was seeing two Spikes. *Not that
two Spike’s would be bad. Just naughty. * Willow giggled.
“Oh I’ve never seen you lookin’ so luffly
as you did tonight...
Never seen you shine so bright... Mmmmhmmmm....
Never seen so many man ask you if you
wanted to dance,
lookin’ for a little romance, Given
half the chance...
I have never seen that dress you’re
wearing, or the highlights in your hair...
That catch your eyes, I have been blind...
Lady in red... is dancing with me...
cheek to cheek...”
Spike’s deep voice struck a chord in Willow, and her eyes teared as he stepped off the stage to take her hand. Pulling her up, he put his arms around her and abandoned the song to dance with her. Into her ear he whispered, “There’s nobody here... It’s just you and me. It’s where I wanna be.”
Willow abruptly cut herself off from the mushy feelings she was having. Pulling back she took Spike by the shoulders. Looking at all three Spike’s with a serious expression she spoke.
“Spike, you are drunk. D-r-u... oh to hell with spelling, so am I. You have no idea what you’re saying.”
“But, Red--” Willow cut him off with a look, before hopping up onto the stage.
***
Willow and Spike were almost the only people left tonight, save for Xander, Anya, and Angel. For the last three hours they had been observing Spike and Willow on their drinking binge, looking on in pity. After the binge had come the singing.
First, Spike had sung Lady in Red, resulting in some kind of altercation between him and Willow. Since then Willow had been singing oldies, like Kiss and the Beatles. Very, very badly. With Spike as back-up.
They were going to be *really* sorry tomorrow.
***
Lorne smiled down at the pretty redhead standing--well, swaying--before him. “What can I do you for, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I would like to request a song. It’s very important.” Willow slurred, her eyes struggling to focus on the demon before her. She whispered in his ear rather loudly, then sat down rather quickly in a stool.
“You got it, sugar.”
Willow ambled up to the stage and cleared her throat. When the music began to play looked at Spike.
“This is for you, Spike.” Willow hiccupped and then started to sing, rather off-key.
“I love myself, I want you to love me...
When I feel down, I want you above me.
I search myself, i want you to find
me.
I forget myself, i want you to remind
me.
I don’t want anybody else, when I think
about you i touch myself.
I don’t want anybody else--”
Willow was cut off by Spike, who leapt up onto the stage. As she looked up at him, she noticed he had a very peculiar look on his face.
“I thought you said...” Spike’s voice was uncertain, and his eyes were full of all kinds of mixed up emotions.
“I thought about it, as well as a drunk person can drink--I mean think. And I changed my mind. I’m inebriated, so you don’t have to do anything about it now. But ... maybe in the morning--well, maybe after the hangover, we could... talk it over. Sober.” Willow looked up at him with a dopey smile on her face.
“Of course, luv. Can I at least steal a kiss?”
With those words Spike found himself in heaven. Willow’s lips pressed softly to his, and his arms went around her. They stood on the stage in the middle of the room, amid the claps and hoots of their friends, kissing until daylight threatened Spike’s safe return to the Hyperion.
The END