Notes: Set in a *very* AU world.
Notes2: Extremely fluffy. And, if you know me, you know that I usually don’t write fluff so if it’s not perfect, don’t kill me.
Dedicated: To the lovely Inell, happy anniversary, hun! I hope you enjoy this :)
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“I don’t get it.”
“Oh, big surprise there.”
Buffy shot Spike a venomous glare as she pouted slightly, “Bite me, Blondie.”
“Wouldn’t want to, Slayer. Your blood might be rancid.”
Buffy’s retort was cut off by Willow walking into the room, a box full of decorations in her hands, “Will you two stop bickering and help me out here? Box full of heavy stuff. Two supernatural beings with a lot more strength then me. Getting my point here?”
“Got it,” Faith snatched the box from Willow’s arms before placing the bag she was holding in her other hand on the table. She threw the box at Buffy who reacted instantly by catching it. Faith smirked as Buffy glared at her, “You wanted to help, didn’t you?”
“I still don’t get it,” Buffy declared as she dropped the box onto the floor and pulled out a roll of streamers. “I mean, I thought anniversaries were supposed to be for relationships and stuff, not a store opening.”
“It’s for business,” Willow replied absently as she looked around for confetti, “Besides, we owe Giles something nice what with all the stuff we umm, borrow from here.”
“You mean steal?” Faith asked bluntly, blatantly ignoring the look Willow shot her.
“Well, if you have to be that forward, yeah. Anyway, Anya loved the idea. Good for business apparently. She insisted it was the perfect plan.”
Spike snorted before crossing his arms and sitting down on the couch, “Demon girl actually gonna reduce prices?”
“Well, not exactly,” Willow said with a small smile, “She’s actually raising them.”
“How is that a sale then?” Buffy asked as she climbed up the stairs and began to dust the top shelves.
“It’s not,” Faith stated before slapping her hand against the side of the book case.
Buffy and Willow jumped at the sudden noise, both shooting questioning looks at the Slayer.
Faith simply smiled innocently and pointed at the side, “Sticker.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and continued dusting, not really paying attention to *what* she was dusting, which is exactly why 5 seconds later, she screeched and jumped off the stairs, landing on the ground and swiping at the air around her. “Something’s on me. Something’s on me!”
Spike looked at her in amusement for a few moments before bursting into laughter. Willow hurriedly rushed over and grabbed the beanie baby from Buffy’s shoulder, “This the big scary thing you’re scared of?”
“Where did that come from?”
“What do you mean?”
Buffy grabbed the beanie baby from Willow’s hands and waved it around, “Why the heck would Giles keep a beanie baby up by his ‘you can’t read this’ book section, huh?” Her eyes narrowed on Faith.
“What?” Faith held her hands up, “It’s decoration.”
“Decoration?” Buffy asked incredulously, “For a sale slash anniversary slash Anya’s major scheme for business?”
“That’s a lot of slash-ing, B,” Faith raised an eyebrow, “You trying to tell me something?”
Buffy rolled her eyes in aggravation before whipping the beanie baby at Faith and turning on her heel, snatching a ‘on sale’ poster from one of the boxes. She dragged a small ladder from the counter, purposely making a lot of noise before stepping onto it and putting up the sign.
Willow turned away from Buffy and Faith, a small smile on her face until she saw Spike, lounging on the couch. “Err, Spike, you came to help so you know, that would usually involve standing up and well, helping.”
“I am,” he said with wide-eyed innocence.
She gave him a ‘give me a break’ look, “How exactly?”
“I’m making sure this couch is comfortable should the future customers decide to sit on it.”
Suppressing a giggle, Willow gave Spike a pointed look before crossing her arms.
Spike raised his hands in defeat and got off the couch, mumbling, “Bloody bints, slave drivers, all of you.”
“Yes, Spike,” Willow said in a monotone, “I am here to whip you into submission.”
Spike raised an eyebrow, “Got some guilty secrets you need to reveal there?”
“Shut up, Spike,” Willow shook her head and turned away, blushing slightly. She busied herself with sorting out the rest of the decorations before she heard the whine.
“I’m hungry.”
Without looking up, Willow replied, “You’re always hungry, Faith.”
“Yeah, okay, true. Seriously though, we got anything to eat around here?”
“Well, there’s blood,” Spike offered.
Faith shot him a look before shaking her head, “No thanks.” She looked at Willow, “Well?”
“Umm,” Willow put her hands on her hips as she bit her lip, “I think we’ve only got candy. Gummi bears and some life savers, the tropical kind that you like. Oh, umm, check in the fridge, there might be some ice cream too.”
“Yikes, you guys really have the sweet tooth, don’t ya?” Faith commented as she walked to the mini fridge, her smile widening as she saw the ice cream. “Oh, yes, rocky road, my favorite.” She scooted onto the stool by the counter and turned on the radio, smiling at the song that came on. “Obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?”
“You know, it figures that she’d like that song,” Spike said as he began to put up streamers, his back turned to Faith who was giving him the finger. Grinning, Spike replied, “Yeah, we all know you want to. Sorry, sweets, but I’m just not interested.”
Buffy looked around the room, her eyes questioning before walking to the center, near Willow as she asked, “Do we have to dress up for this? Cuz that’s what Anya said and I really don’t want to be in a costume. I mean, it’s bad enough we have to decorate this whole thing without their help but dressing up and selling things, no.”
“Oh, come on, Buff,” Willow smiled, “It’ll be fun. It’ll be like Halloween but not.”
Spike laughed at her words, “Only you could make that make sense.”
The redhead gave him another smile before turning around, missing Spike’s genuine smile as she faced Faith, “You’re dressing up, right?”
“Heck yeah, I love that whole come as you aren’t deal. What are you wearing?”
“Oh, I actually have mine with me.”
“Mine’s in the car.”
“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
“Alright, but later, okay? I gotta finish up this ice cream.”
“Okay, now I feel left out,” Buffy pouted and leaned against the counter, stealing Faith’s spoon and shoving a scoop of ice cream into her mouth. She gasped from the cold and mumbled, “The only costume I have is that Red Riding Hood costume which is way overdone and the Victorian dress thing. Which, I will not wear. I don’t plan to be all helpless again.”
“Oh, will you get over it?” Faith rolled her eyes, “It was like years ago and hey, Ethan’s under government control.”
“But, wouldn’t I be a little, you know, overdressed?”
“Don’t worry, Slayer,” Spike reassured, “Gaudy really does become you.”
“Shut up,” Buffy shot him another glare and sighed before looking up at the clock, “Oh, crap, I gotta go pick up Dawn!”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I got it,” Faith said as she backed away, keys in hand, “I need to talk to the brat anyway.”
“What’d she do now?”
“Nothing,” Faith smiled, “She told me to pick her up last night. I’m guessing girl talk time.” She waved bye to the two girls, “I’ll be back in a few.” She pointed at Spike, “Until next time, bleach head.”
Spike’s brow furrowed, “Bleach head? That’s different.”
“Now, I wonder why she would call you *that*?” Buffy asked sarcastically as she watched Faith walk out the door.
“Maybe cuz he’s so insensitive?” Willow offered.
“Oh, yeah, that would make sense. The bleach probably ate through his skull and began to eliminate certain aspects of his glowing personality.”
“Hey now, the he is standing right here and bloody hell, I’m not insensitive.”
“Please be kidding,” Buffy looked at him pointedly.
“Compared to some of the other vamps out there, I’m not.”
“Are you actually arguing with us to prove that you *are* sensitive?” Willow asked in surprise.
“No,” Spike said hurriedly, “Of course not,” he stood up straighter.
“What was that word you always used to call Angel, umm, oh yeah, *poof*!” Buffy said with a smile before grabbing the phone and walking into the training room, “I’m gonna call Giles, see if he likes the results so far.”
“Okay,” Willow nodded before turning back to Spike, an amused look on her face. She said teasingly, “Poof.”
Spike raised his eyebrow and took a step closer, “I’m not a poof.”
“Oh, right, you’re just insensitive.”
“You’re pushing it, Red.”
She smiled and held up her hands, “Oh, great big poof-y vampire’s threatening me. So scared.”
Spike moved quickly, grabbing her wrists and pulling her body closer, enjoying the sudden intake of breath and wild look in her eyes.
Willow stared at him, unmoving. Her eyes widened as his mouth got closer and closer to hers before his head moved towards the right and he whispered huskily in her ear, “Too easy.” He let go of her and leaned against the table, arms crossed as he smirked.
Willow took in another breath before looking up at Spike, her eyes sparking with challenge. She walked up to him and put her arms on both sides of him, trapping him against the table as she leaned in close, only a few centimeters away from his face before she stood on her tippy-toes and nipped at his lower lip. Before he could react, she backed away and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, yeah, definitely too easy.”
Spike’s control quickly slipped away when she nipped at his lip and when she backed away, the smirk on her face and the confidence and playfulness in her being drew him towards her. His body seemed to be moving on it’s own accord as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a searing kiss, not caring about anything else except capturing the goddess in front of him.
Willow gasped as his lips descended upon hers, her mind shutting down. Her nerves were on high, feeling, touching, and savoring all that was Spike. She kissed him back passionately, giving as good as she got. That was, until she heard the clatter of a phone hitting the ground. Still wrapped in Spike’s arms, she turned around to face an openmouthed and pale Buffy.
“What?” Buffy managed, “What the-?”
The End