The Wild ThingBy Purplefeen
Chapter 16 : Silk Scarves
Spike’s POV
A game! Airy little fairy announces that *we* are going to play a soddin’ game and then disappears into the bedroom with Red for an hour and a half. What the hell are they doin’ in there? Little pervert’s prob’ly watchin’ her take a bath again. Why can’t I watch too? I thought we were all in this together?
“Vampire!”
“What?!”
“Get your mind off your whining, I’ve been calling you.”
“I’m listenin’ now. What do you want?”
“Come on. Willow’s ready for you.”
“Bout time.”
“Be nice, vampire or I’ll change the rules on you.”
“What rules?”
“You’ll see. Come on.”
“Right.”
Follow the bouncing orange light. I’m a master vampire for cripe’s sake. Nobody had better ever find out about this.
“Vampire, before go in, here are the rules:
1. You may only take off one scarf at a time. I’ll show you which one.
2. You may *not* touch her with any part of your body.
3. You *may* touch her with anything else you can find in this house.
4. The point of this game is to seduce her with your words. I’ve read your poetry, you suck. Your prose is laughable at best.”
Bloody little demon, readin’ my poems! Everybody’s a critic! Who does this wanker think he is!
“Calm down, Blondie. You’re not hopeless. You just need practice putting your thoughts and desires into a form not only amenable, but alluring to the ear. I’m giving you a chance to practice in front of a *captive* audience. It’s up to you to keep her *captivated*. You up to it?”
“Blasted little- Yeah.”
Willow’s POV
I’m not supposed to *say* anything. I’m just supposed to *listen* and *feel*. That’s what Bob said. Listen and feel. What am I listening for?
I *feel* stupid. I’m standing in the middle of the bedroom, nice bedroom by the way, aqua and turquoise, Spike’s friends’ have good taste. So, I’m standing here in the pretty bedroom, naked, wrapped in silk scarves. How many? Ankle, knee, thigh, girly parts, waist, boobies, neck, wrist, mouth and eyes. Ten, I guess. That’s ten right? Ankle, knee, thigh, girly, yeah ten. And I’m listening.
Doo, dee, doo, dum. Listening here. Listening for what? I think Bob left. How long is he going to make me stand here? I feel like an idiot. Put I promised. The sacrifices I have to make sometimes. Geez.
Well, not really. Let’s face it, fucking Spike is no chore. Pretty damn wonderful actually. But still.
And that Bob. Weird little thing, but what a head for what gets a girl off. He could have made a fortune if he’d been human. Or at least humanoid. You’d think he would write books. He ought to get that Harry guy to write some of this shit down. Best seller lists. Millionaire City. Shame.
Well, shame for everybody else. Lucky me, I get the full-on, no-holds barred, full-barreled Bob action. Think you could have fit any more clichés into that mix, Willow?
Yeah, I probably could have, but I don’t remember what I said anymore.
Where is he?
I think the tequila’s startin’ to kick in. My skin feels kinda tingly in a good way. And I don’t feel quite so stupid anymore. Spike better get his mighty fine ass in here right quick or I’m gonna start without ‘im.
What’s that? Something about rules? Is he talking to me? I hope not, cause if he is, he better speak up. What’s that? *Captive* audience? I guess that would be me.
Guess the fun is about to start…
Chapter 17 : Feathers, Lace, A Flogger and a Vibrating Dildo
Willow’s POV
He’s here. I can feel him.
Why isn’t he saying anything? Maybe he’s not allowed to talk either.
He’s just walking around.
Look at the strange girl in the middle of the room with scarves tied around her.
I feel like a sideshow attraction. I don’t like this game.
Spike, please, don’t leave me just standing here.
Say something.
Touch me.
Please?
Where - ? Behind me.
Okay, that’s better. Untying me neck? Why the neck first? Bob, HELLO! he’s a vampire. Don’t leave me exposed and vulnerable here. I’ve been enjoying this week but I don’t want to die because of it!
Where’d he go?
Okay, I’ll just stand here – naked, wearing these scarves, with my neck exposed.
There’s some line from a movie – something about standing here naked wearing nothing but a cock ring. Not that that has anything to do with my current situation, but it just popped into my head. Oh yeah, Christian Slater. I wouldn’t mind having Christian Slater here right now. Well, not RIGHT now, ‘cause, still naked and vulnerable but you know what I mean.
Where *is* he?
There he is.
Mmm, that feels nice. Feather, I think. Soft. Tickles a little.
“Like that, Red?”
“Mm- hmm.”
“I want to touch you.”
Well?
“But I’m not allowed.”
Oh.
“There are rules.”
I figured. Feather feels *so* good.
“Your skin looks so soft. You skin *is* so soft. Even if I can’t touch you now, I’ve been
touching you. Touching you everywhere.”
Can I just melt into the floor now?
Breath. Cool breath on my neck. Giving me chills. And not just the scary movie kind. After all, he is a vampire.
“Perfect. The line of your neck. Graceful. Breathtaking. Perfect. And I should know.”
So not funny right now. And no sharp pointy things around the neck.
But your breath is nice. And the soft feathery thing.
No, new soft thing. Rose, maybe?
Tugging? Oh, another scarf. Great, let’s just make me feel even more stupid. First the neck, now the boobies. All covered up like a mummy, except for the vampire erogenous zone and my breasts! I’m like a - like a – like a topless mummy, that’s what I’m like. Bob, you’re gonna get it for this.
What’s he doing?
Say something!
Move!
Breathe!
Anything!
Please, please touch me. Can’t you see how uncomfortable I am here? I’m not big with the self-esteem, I need constant reassurance, and I’m standing here – exposing myself – opening myself up to you.
Please don’t leave me here.
Please want me.
Footsteps. He’s gone again.
And back. What’s that?
Coarse. Like a scarf, but rough.
Feels good. Across my skin. Across my shoulders. Across my breasts. Skimming my nipples. Sooooo good.
More. This is just teasing. Want more. Need more.
Yeah, like that. Mmmm.
“I find myself perplexed. What is desire? The impulse to make someone else complete?”
Mmm, poetry.
“The body and the soul know how to play. In that dark world where gods have lost their way.”
Breath again. And whispers. Talking, whispering, poetry – against my skin.
“All is order and elegance, pleasure, peace and opulence.”
Is this *one* poem? Or * pieces* ? Pieces, I think.
“They are firm and you are tender;
Full and Round, though you are slender:
Bold your breasts, while you are shy
– since so near your heart they lie.”
That was kinda nice. A poem to my boobies, hehe.
Another tug. My ankle? From breasts to ankle? Bob, you’re weird.
Mmm, more feather. No, not feather. Smells like leather. Soft, light leather?
Tickles. But in a nice way.
Yeah, untie me some more. Free the knee. I’m a poet, and I didn’t know it.
Mmmm. That rough stuff (scarf, what? Lace!) feels good against my legs.
More leather smell. WHAT IS THAT!?
Ow! Kinda stings there, Spike. But just a little. Mmm, that’s better.
Flogger! I was wondering what he’d do with that. Feels really good in a pleasure/pain kinda way.
Oh, REALLY good.
“You want a turn, Red? I’ll let you do me another time.”
Please, please.
“If it should please you, for your own best reasons,
To take and flog me with a rawhide whip,
I might, who knows?, surprisingly accept
This earnest affection.”
S&M poetry? Who knew? Cool.
Feels good though. S&M poetry while being smacked, in all the best ways, with a flogger. Sometimes I surprise even me.
Another scarf. Waist. Feels so good, don’t stop.
Leather - just barely touching me. Being whipped, but not. It’s hitting me, but not hurting. Teasing, exciting.
More scarves going. Thigh. Wrist.
Spike, let me see you.
More touching. Feels so nice. Just being caressed all over. Feathers, roses, leather, lace.
ICE CUBE?
Cold, cold, cold, cold! Neck, shoulders, arms, back up the arm, chest, mmmmm nipples, feels so good.
That sucker must be meltin’ away to nothing cause I’m burning up.
Who knew ice could get you hot?
Bzzzzzzzz.
What’s that? Oh. Hehe.
Now *that’s* good. Oh yeah, right there. Tip of my nipple. Mmm, other one. All around, oh yeah. Goddess, he’s good at this.
Finally. Was tired of that scarf across my mouth.
Soft. Soft breath. Soft lips.
“Vampire!”
“Fuck off, Bob, just one kiss.”
One kiss. SO soft.
“Let me see you, Spike. Please?”
“No talking, Willow. You know the rules.”
Yeah, yeah, Bob, ya little shit.
More feather. Right down my spine. I could die happy right now.
Not that I *want* to die right now. Gotta watch what you think when there’s a vampire in the room. Even one as yummy as Spike. What a way to go…
Soft touches. Across my stomach, thighs. I’ll never look at another feather without thinking of this moment.
Another tug. Hips, girly parts - you know, *that*.
“I’m going to untie you, but I’m not allowed to touch you. Not allowed to lick you. Not allowed to spread you open and run my tongue along your hot, wet pussy.”
And lions and tigers and bears, oh my.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t taste you. I want to taste you. I crave you.”
Oh my.
“Open your legs a little wider.”
Okay.
“Feel that?”
Oh yeah. That’s a nice little breath-y breeze down there. Oh yeah.
“I can’t touch you, can’t lick you, can’t bury my face in your delicious little quim. Can’t suck that lovely little clit that’s getting nice and swollen for me even as I sit here. But I can still taste you.”
How?
“Drip into my mouth, luv. Cum for me. You feel my breath. I’m waiting for you baby. Cum for me. Let me taste you.”
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh.
Happy now?
“Oh yeah, Red. Very happy.”
I think I’m gonna fall down.
Chapter 18 : Ice Cream Interlude
Spike’s POV
“You should be sleeping while Bob’s getting his z’s.”
“I know. But I got a craving.”
“You can have ice cream later, luv.”
“I’ll sleep later. Want Tin Roof Sundae now. Must cave to the ice cream gods.”
“Ice cream gods?”
“You’ve never heard of them?”
She’s adorable.
“Come on, Spike. Everybody knows the ice cream gods. Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry, Mint Chocolate Chip – there’s thirty-three all together. They live on Mount Baskin-Robbins.”
“Oh *those* ice cream gods. Always been partial to Strawberry myself.”
{{This is the unlife. Sitting on the floor, on a thick oriental carpet at four in the morning, eating ice cream with a beautiful girl.}}
“Penny for your thoughts, Spike.”
“They’re worth a quarter.”
“Okay, a quarter for your thoughts.”
“Give ‘em to ya for free.”
{{Should I tell her the truth, or would I sound like a sap? I’m a master vampire, one fourth of the Scourge of Europe and this human is sitting here looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes, waiting for me to tell her my thoughts. Go figure.}}
“Your eyes.”
“My eyes? You were *not* thinking about my eyes, Spike.”
“Yes I was. I’ve been all over the world, seen over a centuries worth of humans and demons from every dimension. But you have the most beautiful eyes in the history of my existence. Everything about you comes out through your eyes. Honesty, innocence and passion, intelligence and wonder, purity and wisdom, acceptance of all you’ve seen - and hope for something better – it all comes to the surface, I can see all of it through your eyes.”
{{She really is *so* beautiful. Why didn’t I ever see it before?}}
“Are you sure you don’t have a soul?”
“Yeah right. I think that’s something I would’ve noticed, pet.”
“It’s just that – “
“Just that what?”
“Just that you seem to see things other people don’t see. Buffy said something about it once. About not being able to fool you. How you can look right into her.”
“It’s not like she’s all that deep, Red.”
“You know what I mean. How do you do that? How do you see people the way you do? I’d love to be able to see through *your eyes*.”
“My eyes have seen more horrors than you could ever imagine. Even caused some of them.”
“I know. But – “
“Don’t get shy on me now, Red. Not a whole lot we can hide from each other any more.”
“It’s just – You talk about what you see in my eyes. But I can see a lot in yours too. You’re dead, but you have more passion for life than anyone I’ve ever met. After Jesse died, Giles taught us about vampires and how they just kill everything in their path. And then we met Angel and he wasn’t like that. But he had a soul. And then you and Drusilla came and even though you were trying to kill us, we could still see that you two really cared about each other. You *loved* her. It went against everything the Watcher’s Diaries said about vamps. But you were trying to kill us so we didn’t stop to think about it very much. But now –“
“Now what?”
“Now I don’t know what to think. You don’t have a soul, but you do. You have more soul than most of the humans I know.”
“I’m unique, luv. Never could stand to be like anyone else. What those books said is true. Most vamps, hell, all vamps, excepting yours truly and the poof of course, will kill you as soon as look at you. Don’t start hesitating with your stake because you think it might have feelings. It doesn’t.”
“Then why do you?”
“Don’t know. Most vamps, what they were as a human, its gone when they wake up as a vamp. Even Angel, he’s nothing like Liam. But me, William’s still in here somewhere. Still has a say in what goes on, even if he’s not the deciding vote. Maybe it was Dru, I’m the only childe she ever made. Her not being right in the head, maybe it had something to do with how she made me, I don’t know. But other vamps, they aren’t like me. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I guess.”
“No guesswork involved. Come on, Bob’s only gonna be asleep for a little while, and as soon as he gets up its back to work.”
{{Great. What did I say? She looks like I just ran over her puppy.}}
“Okay, let me clean up here.”
“Leave it.”
“No, somebody has to do it. Um, would you mind if I slept in the other bedroom? By myself?”
{{Shit.}}
“Whatever you want, pet. Good night.”
“Night, Spike.”
{{Double Shit.}}
Chapter 19 : No Brooding Allowed
Bob’s POV
{{One little nap and the world goes to hell.
Blondie’s moping. I would say ‘brooding’ but the vampire gets very testy when I use that word for some reason.
My redhead’s been crying but she won’t say why.
I think some of Harry’s damned chivalry has rubbed off on me. I have this horrible desire to tell her everything will be all right and then kick someone’s ass. Shame I have no body.
I know who’s fault it is, of course. Wasn’t me, I was snuggled cozily in my nice warm skull. It was *him*.
Vampires! Always getting into trouble. Why couldn’t she have picked some nice boring college student from Iowa?
Oh well. What to do? I could just jiggle up some nice juicy salacious thoughts}}.
:: sigh :: {{But no. Damn Harry. In future I’ll thank him to keep his old-fashioned notions to himself and not force them upon others.
Okay fine. I’ll do the Knight in Shining Armor bit. But I won’t like it.}}
“Willow?”
“Yes, Bob.”
{{She sounds pitiful. I’ll have to try to channel Harry and be the sweet sensitive type.}}
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh please. That routine doesn’t even work on humans.”
“Fine. It’s Spike.”
“That I knew. Can you be more specific?”
“He said something that hurt my feelings.”
“Again, no new territory. One more time.”
“He said that what we’ve been doing –“
{{I hate these damned pauses. Do I say something? Do I wait?
Oh, hell.}}
“What did he say? Come on, tell Uncle Bob.”
{{Well, I got her to smile. That’s a start, I guess.}}
“He said what we’ve been doing – he said it was ‘work’.”
“WHAT?!”
“My reaction exactly. See, you get it! Stupid, mean vampire.”
“Wait here.”
“Bob, NO!”
“What? I’m going to give that halfwit a piece of my mind.”
“No, you can’t. Bob, if you jiggle him it won’t change anything. He’ll only be saying what you’ve told him to.”
{{She has a point. But still.}}
“Bob, I want to go back. I think our little experiment failed. I know we have two and a half days left, but –“
“It’s daylight. Give him until tonight, Willow. I won’t jiggle him, I promise.”
{{That inconsiderate baboon is ruining all my fun.}}
“Get some sleep, Willow. It’ll be all right.”
“Bob, no jiggling, you promised.”
“Wizard’s honor.”
“Bob, you’re not a wizard.”
{{Picky little thing, isn’t she?}}
“There is no such thing as air spirit’s honor. Wizard’s honor is the best I can do.”
“Just give me your word. I trust you.”
{{Damn. She trusts me. Just peachy. Now what do I do?}}
“I give you my word.”
{{Now where’s that oafish vampire?}}
Chapter 20 : The Inconsiderate Baboon Gets A Clue
Bob’s POV
“Bob, you’ve got to talk to her. I think she’s mad at me.”
“You *think* she’s mad? You’re not certain?”
“Well, she didn’t sleep with me. And I don’t think she slept at all. I heard her crying. I think she’s upset.”
“Two points for the tactless clod.”
“Tactless clod? Bob, do you know something about this?”
“Yes.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Tell me, you amorphous monster. If you had form, I’d be wringing your neck by now. What’s wrong with Red?”
“I promised not to tell.”
“Bloody hell.”
“She didn’t say I couldn’t hint.”
“That’s more like it. Us gents have to stick together. Come on, hint away.”
“What was the last thing you were doing together?”
“Eating ice cream?”
{{This is going to take a while.}}
“Anything else?”
“We were eating ice cream. We were talking.”
“Give the man a cigar. What did you talk about?”
“I don’t know. Stuff.”
{{Oh lord.}} :: sigh ::
“What stuff, vampire?”
“Ice cream stuff. Ice cream gods? What else? Her eyes, I said she had pretty eyes. She’s mad because I said she has pretty eyes?!”
“No, you moron. What else did you say?”
“Talked about me bein’ unique, not like other vamps.”
“And then?”
“Then I told her to get some sleep.”
“And then?”
“Then what? Then nothing. That was all. Said to get some sleep cause when you woke up it was back to work.”
{{Ding, ding, ding!}}
“What? Bob, stop bouncin’ like that, you’re makin’ me dizzy.”
“Stupid vampires. Repeat what you just said, but slowly. One word at a time.”
“What?”
“JUST DO IT!”
“Fine! Get. Some. Sleep. Cause. When. You. Wake. Up. Its. Back. To. Wor – OH BLOODY HELL!”
{{By jove, I think he’s got it.}}
“What am I going to do?”
“Don’t ask me. I promised not to help you. I gave my word.”
“You aren’t serious? You’re not even tangible. Why should you keep your word, what she gonna do to you if you don’t? Help me here.”
“She said she trusts me.”
“Shit. I hate it when she does that. Said the same thing to me when I first started helping the damn Scoobies. It’s a killer, her trust. Been the downfall of many, I’m sure.”
“For once, vampire, you and I agree completely.”
“Bob, I want a night off.”
“You want a what?”
“A night off. You go flit off somewhere and leave me with Red. On my own.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet. But what ever it is, its gonna bring her back to me. I’m not losing her.”
“Thata boy.”
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