The Wild ThingBy Purplefeen
Chapter 11 : Getting Away
Willow’s POV
Third time’s the charm, right? I hope so. I'm getting writer's cramp.
“What’d you write, Red?”
“Dear Buffy, my mom called. It seems my Aunt Phyllis is really sick and she wants me to go up and see her. My cousin can’t get away, I told you Diane just had a baby, right? I’m going to be gone about a week probably, see you when I get home. Spike is driving me up there, she’s in Monterey and he knows somebody in Salinas he wants to see. TTFN, Willow and Spike”
Is that all right? She won’t get suspicious, I hope.
“TTFN?”
“It’s a Winnie the Pooh thing. The three of us discussed it one time and with all the weird things that happen on the Hellmouth, we decided that if something ever happened and we had to do something that might look suspicious and we didn’t want the other two to be worried, we’d leave a note with a Pooh reference. That way we’d know it was really from us and not some baddie come to steal us away. No Pooh, we’re in trouble, get it?”
“No.”
“It’s just – “
“Red, I don’t care. Let’s get out of here. Bob’ll be waitin’. Midnight was the last of his three days, he gets antsy fast, you know that. We’re not there, he may decide we’ve welched out on the deal. Besides, you haven't been naked for almost an hour and I'm goin' through withdrawals.”
“Okay.” Everything has an up-side.
How do I get myself into these things? Five days as the love puppet of an air spirit? No one would believe me if I tried to tell them the truth.
“Cheer up, Red, it’ll be over before you know it.”
What if I don’t want it to be over? Four days so far with Spike and it’s killing me not to be touching him. How am I going to let him go after five more? He’s wonderful. He’s sweet – and gentle – he,he and sometimes not so sweet and gentle, mmmm…
“What’s so funny, Red?”
“Nothing.”
But keep touching me like that Spike. Everything’s easier when you’re holding me.
“Don’t worry, Red, I won’t ever let you go.”
Did I say that out loud?
Chapter 12 : The List
Bob’s POV
Humans are so gullible. I can talk them into almost anything. Redhead drove a hard bargain though. She’s a smart one. Playing with her is going to be fun. Vampires aren’t so easily persuaded, at least master vampires aren’t, but this one has a sense of adventure. I like him. He reminds me a little of Harry but I don’t know why.
Five days alone with my redhead and my vampire. To do anything I want, no restrictions, no pushing me out of their minds, no fighting my suggestions. Anything. Including a few love potions. Not that they’ll need them, but they’re so much fun.
Turns out the redhead is a witch. What fun, I almost don’t miss Harry.
I’ve never been to Big Sur. Hope it has good Chinese food.
Almost packed. It’s a good thing the vampire drives such a boat. I’m not a light packer. Not for this. Let’s see: 3 pairs of handcuffs, twelve dozen Hershey bars, seventeen silk scarves, a flogger, leather gloves, chaps, red cowboy boots, a blindfold, assorted feathers, heavy cream, twine, a 32-inch pearl necklace, dildos, Tonka trucks, vibrators, half dollars, two glass beakers, a camp stove, a number 2 paintbrush and several colors of acrylic paint, six satin pillows, one hundred forty-three pink roses, eighteen dozen daisies, candles, matches, a parachute, ‘Erotic Poetry of Eighteenth Century Masters’, twelve bottles of tequila, seventy-six lemons, salt, four yards of white lace, black silk stockings, four inch stiletto pumps, Pixie Sticks, double-stuffed Oreos, a fountain pen, duct tape, barrettes, and a bottle of ‘Heavenly’ from Victoria’s Secret.
I think we’re ready, guys. Let’s go.
Chapter 13 : Hershey Bars and Tonka Trucks
Bob’s POV
Don’t get me wrong. I love these two kids, I really do. But we weren’t on the road ten minutes and the vampire was complaining that he’s hungry and the redhead was bored. Not a problem.
I had the girl feed him chocolate bars to keep him quiet while he drove. I let her play with the Tonka trucks. But only if she used them on Spike’s body and only on Spike’s body.
They laughed at first. Thought it was cute, her running little metal vehicles up and down his leg. He even spit out the chocolate he was laughing so hard.
He’s not laughing now. Neither is she. She hasn’t stopped moving the trucks either. Up his leg, across his back, down his arm. He even took off his shirt - with no provocation from me whatsoever. Now he’s panting – neat trick for someone who doesn’t breathe, and she’s panting, and taking off her shirt (Hello lovelies, welcome to my party! Note to self: no shirt for her whenever possible.)
She’s sweating and he can’t keep his eyes on the road. Pit stop. Behind this gas station will do, its closed; I don’t think she’s ready for sex in public places yet, but give me time.
I’d rush them but I’m enjoying watching him lose his cool. He’s so hot for her that if he lets go of the steering wheel before he calms himself, he thinks he may hurt her from the force. He will. I did that, thank you very much. Vampire needs to learn a little self-restraint.
There’s my redhead. I knew she was made of fire the first time I saw her. Her pants are gone, so’s the bra. Climb on top of him, straddle him. Unzip. Lower. Look at those eyes. She’s so close she can’t keep her eyes open. But she wants to. She likes looking at him when he’s inside her.
That fire, its all her. I’m not making her do a thing. Chocolate bars, Tonka trucks, that’s the extent of my involvement here. At least with her.
Him, I’m driving crazy. Not like that. He wants her. The desire is his. The intensity is his. I’m jiggling him just enough to make him think that if he makes a move, if he takes the control away from her even a fraction, he’ll lose it. He thinks he won’t be able to control himself and he’ll do physical damage to her.
Idiot doesn’t realize how much control its taking him to let her make all the moves. And he said he felt nothing for her before I got here. Yeah, right! Then why does he care? Hurt her a little and I’ve got to let her rest. I’m not a monster and he knows it. If there wasn’t a passion inside of him for her, he’d be wanting to hurt her. He’s a vampire, its what they do. Not this one, not to this girl. These two had something burning before I ever got to town whether they had touched each other or not.
That’s it girl, treat him right. That vamp is going to make you very happy.
She’s so close, I can feel it. I can feel her passion, it has actual physical presence in this car. Like a sauna when you can feel the moisture and the heat. That’s what she feels like. Her body is shuttering, the air is vibrating with it. Her eyes never leave his. Dark green boring into pale blue. Her body is shaking and so is his, he’s moaning and grunting, she’s screaming his name. And their eyes never leave each other.
The vampire strokes her back, calming her. Helping to get her body back under control. She leans her forehead into his, the sweat from her dripping onto his face.
Shuttering breaths from both of them.
And their eyes never once leave each other.
This is going to be an interesting five days.
Chapter 14: Candles, Roses, Tequila and a Blindfold
Willow’s POV
This is nice. Who knew vampires lived so well.
“Are you sure no one’s going to be coming home, Spike?”
“Don’t worry, pet. David and Jenny go to Venice this time of year. They’ve been doing it for almost three centuries; I don’t think they’re likely to change now. The place is ours.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Red, I come up here all the time. Where do you Scoobies think I go when I disappear for days at a time?”
“I don’t know. Xander said once –“
I have to go set up the candles.
Huh?
“Bob! Stop doing that! Just ask me to do stuff, don’t jiggle in my head! Annoying little air spirit.”
“Here, Red, catch!”
What? Oh! Catch the skull. Got it.
“Thanks, Spike.”
“Serves you right, Bob. Keep getting inside my head like that and Spike and I will play catch with your home and then where will you be? Puking your little guts up, that’s where. Better yet, we’ll find a dog and let him have this nice big bone.”
“You and the vampire promised to do as I said for five days. If you’re unhappy, I’ll go back to Sunnydale.”
“No! No, I’m good. Doing what you say, see? Just, please, ask me next time, I want to make you happy, I really do.”
‘Cause making you happy gets me a happy.
“Very well Willow. I’ll ask the human way. How boring, but if you insist.”
“Thank you, Bob.”
See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?
“Vampire, you put away the perishables. And I want as many of those flowers in the refrigerator as possible, we have five days after all, I want them fresh. Find a bedroom you like and put three-dozen roses on the bed for now. The rest go in vases.”
“Willow, the candles if you would be so kind. One here, another here-“
Where’d he go?
“Bob, slow down. Human remember, need to use legs.”
“Mortals, can’t live with them, can’t fuck without them. Fine.”
“Bob!”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Nothing. Where next?”
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Finally the house is set up. Everything where Bob wants it to be. Little pain in the ass.
This bath feels so good. Warm water, candles, rose petals. Bob sure knows his stuff.
“Luv?”
“Yeah, Spike, come in.”
Ooh, tequila.
“Bob insisted, pet. Said you needed a pick-me-up.”
Love that smirk. And how does he do that with his eyebrow?
“Thanks.”
Lick. Shake. Lick. Gulp. Feel the burn. Sour!
“Aah.”
“Like it in there, Red?”
Lick. Shake. Lick. Gulp. Feel the burn. Sour!
“Mmmm.”
Lick. Shake. Lick. Gulp. Feel the burn. Didn’t I have a lemon?
“Want some company?”
Since you’re already getting naked, don’t mind at all.
“Scootch up.”
He, he.
“Master vampires say ‘scootch’?”
Lick. Gulp. Shake. Lick. Wait, that wasn’t right…
“This one does. Mmm, you’re right this does feel good.”
”Spike, that’s my chest.”
“And it feels damn good.”
“Mmm, you’re right, it does.”
A girl could get used to this.
“What’s that? Bob! Don’t do that! No more floaty things, you were going to ask, remember?”
“Red, he wants me to put this on you. Lift up a sec.”
A blindfold? In the bathtub? O-kay.
“There ya go, pet. Lean back again. It’s nice having a warm body against my chest, didn’t realize how cold I was all the time til I got you in my arms.”
Keep doing that. That feels good. Hot water, so hot. Cool hands feel good. Lower, lower, right there. Oh yes. Let me turn around.
“Don’t move. Just relax. I’ll get you there. Want more?”
“Yes.”
Harder, faster, more, more, harder, harder, make it hurt, more, faster.
“Yes! Spike! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Spike!”
Really, really used to this…
Chapter 15: Oreos, a Camp Stove, a Beaker, Some Tequila, Perfume, Candlelight, and Poetry
“Willow.”
“Yes, Bob?”
“Are you awake?”
“No, Bob.”
“Then why are you talking to me?”
“Because I’m talking in my sleep, Bob.”
“No really, are you awake?”
“I am now.”
“Good, I want you to do something for me. Well, it’s really for Blondie but it’s my idea.”
“What?”
“Um, Willow, don’t you want to get dressed?”
“Why? Are you going to see something you haven’t already seen? You’ve been inside my you-know-where for heaven’s sake. Did I say thank you for that?”
“No.”
“Good. I’m not going to. What do you want me to do?”
“Cut a piece of the twine about twenty-four inches long.”
”Okay. Now what?”
“Put knots in it about every four inches.”
“Like this?”
“Just like that.”
“What’s Spike going to use it for?”
“He’s not going to use, you are.”
“I thought you said it was for Spike.”
”It is.”
“Bob, you crack me up.”
“You say that now. Wait until you see what the pearl necklace is for.”
“I think I have an idea. Bob, I’m gettin’ kinda hungry, human remember? Can I break open the Oreos?”
“Sure, sweet pea, help yourself.”
”Thanks.”
“While you’re doing that-“
“Uh-oh, I knew it was too good to last. Yes, Bob?”
“Could you fire up the camp stove? I want you to make a potion for me.”
“Um, Bob, my magic doesn’t always work for the forces of good. Are you sure you want me to-“
“Don’t worry Willow, you’re in my more than competent hands.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.”
“I’ll have you know I haven’t had a potion go wrong in over three-hundred fifty-three years. The ones Harry does wrong don’t count.”
“Why not?”
“Because he doesn’t do what I tell him. Or he does do what I tell him, but I give him the wrong ingredients on purpose.”
“Bob!”
“It’s all right. Hold it down on the righteous indignation. They were just stupid things like diet potions and sleep aids for the cat.”
“Okay, stove is a go. What first?”
“Eight ounces of tequila.”
“Tequila check. Next?”
“It has to boil.”
“Sheesh, I know that. I wasn’t just magicked yesterday ya’ know. I’ve got to get the next thing ready, don’t I?”
“Okay. Shred up a piece of fabric torn from a pair of your underwear.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
“Fine, fine. One shredded up piece of my underwear. Next?”
“Two drops of the perfume I had you get.”
“One, two. Two drops of perfume. Shouldn’t there be thunder and lightening?”
“What?”
“One, two. Two drops – you never watched ‘Sesame Street’ did you?”
“Apparently not.”
“Never mind. Next?”
“I want you to wear that perfume every moment of every day that we’re here. It’s very important for this potion. Now, light a candle.”
“Okay, lit.”
“Drop some candlelight into the mix.”
“Drop some – how do I do that?”
“Just do it.”
“Right. Candlelight, gotcha. Hey, it turned pink. Cool.”
“See? Next, I want you to hold the beaker up to your mouth and say ’yes’.”
“You want me to *what*? I know, I know, don’t ask, just do it. Yes.”
“Good girl. Go get that book of poetry I brought.”
“Where is it?”
“I think the vampire stuffed it in with the dildos.”
“Found it.”
“Open it up. Inside the back cover is a loose piece of paper. Burn it and put the ashes in.”
“Can I read –“
“No. Just burn it.”
“Yeah, yeah, take away all my fun. Okay, ashes of a piece of paper I wasn’t allowed to look at. Mixed in. Next?”
“Go cut a lock of Blondie’s hair.”
“I am not sneaking up on a sleeping vampire with a pair of scissors, I don’t care what we’ve been doing all day. No.”
“He’ll sleep through it. He’s dead to the world.”
“So not funny.”
“Just trust me. You promised.”
“Me and my big mouth. Okay, one lock of undead and not just because it’s been bleached to death blonde hair coming right up.”
“You got it?”
“Yes, hair added. He’s sleeping like a baby. Next? Wait, that’s – tequila, perfume, undies, yes, candlelight, paper I wasn’t allowed to read, hair – that’s seven. One more. Why hair for the mind – it couldn’t have been for the taste.”
“Very good. Tequila for the liquid base, perfume for sense of smell, undies for touch, yes for sound, candlelight for sight, poem for spirit, hair for mind. I used the hair because I had to use something of his to satisfy his mind that this potion is for him and him only, and that hair, well, that hair is uniquely his and not just because of the DNA.”
“You got that right. What are we using for taste?”
“Usually I use chocolate.”
“Good idea. Like chocolate.”
“But this is for a vampire. I need you to cut your finger.”
“Of course. Couldn’t be anything normal. I could understand blood for the spirit ingredient, maybe, but for *my* first love potion the blood is for *taste*. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you haven’t been doing this nearly as long as I have. Mix them up and bring them to a boil.”
“Boiling.”
“Get the empty tequila bottle from last night.”
“Where – oh, yeah, here it is. Pour it in?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Do you want him to drink it when he wakes up?”
“No, I want you to go put it under the front seat of the car.”
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.”
“Why?”
“Because that love potion was specifically designed for Spike with you as the objective. I want you to hold onto that. Put it away somewhere when you get home. There may come a time when you or one of your friends needs to make Spike see reason. You know – just in case.”
“Um? Yeah, Bob, I know. I think about that all the time. I mean, he used to try to kill us, but now –“
“And in case that ever changes, you’ll have this. Even if you aren’t around anymore. Get a little of that potion down his throat and he’ll remember all of this. Everything you two have shared the last few days, it’ll all come flooding back. Just in case.”
“Just in case.”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks, Bob.”
“Hey, Bob. What was on the piece of paper?”
“A poem.”
“Why did we have to use that one?”
“It was an original composition, signed by the author.”
“Who wrote it?”
“It was signed ‘William’.”
“You destroyed poetry from when Spike was human? You tell him, I’m not gonna tell him. It was at least a hundred and twenty years old. He’s gonna kill you.”
“It was dated the day before yesterday.”
“Oh.”
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