The Wild ThingBy Purplefeen
Chapter 6 : Eight for Me
Willow’s POV
I hope Buffy doesn’t come back soon. Yes, right there.
“You like that, baby?”
Oh goddess, yes. Now I know what everyone’s been so crazy about.
“You want more of that?”
Un-fucking-believable. Oh, ow, yeah, hurts so good, right there.
“Red, hold on, just gonna flip ya a little.”
OH. MY. GODDESS.
“Knew you’d like it that way, luv.”
How does he DO that? He’s been going at this for – what’s time? I’m counting orgasms, not minutes. At least eight of mine and three of his. And that’s after the – no don’t think about them…
“Stay with me, Red. Come on, you can make it. One more time. If I can, you can.”
And oh, can he. First in the vestibule of - something – I wasn’t really paying attention. Then in the shower. I can’t believe I had sex in the girls’ shower in Stephenson Hall! Oh, bad Willow. Now in mine and Buffy’s room.
“Move your leg over here pet.”
Mmm, I didn’t know I went that far in. He’s going to be popping out the top soon. Wouldn’t that be nice? Oh, right there. YES! OH YES!
“Look at me, luv. Open your eyes.”
Love to.
“Look at me. It’s Spike. Don’t forget who you’re with. That little spirit thing might have us under some spell, but when this is done, I want you to remember it. I want you to remember how you felt and who made you feel it. You got that Red?”
“Mmm Spike, I’ll never forget. Never ever, ever forget.”
“You okay, pet, your eyes look a little funny. You getting’ enough oxygen?”
“Stop laughing at me. Oh yeah, I’m fine. Very fine.”
“That you are, Red. That you are.”
“You want me to get up, Spike? Now? I don’t think I can move yet.”
“We’ve got to get out of here, luv. Slayer’s going to be back eventually, and I don’t fancy being a big pile of dust by morning.”
Oh. Okay.
“Where do you want to go?” I’ll follow you anywhere. Gotta love this spell.
“My crypt, I guess, those birds should be gone by now.”
Chapter 7 : A Little Respite
Bob’s POV
Just the way I like it. A blonde, a brunette *and* a redhead. Oh, to be have a real, working body and all five senses, just for one night.
Back to business. Where’s that little redhead? I promised myself I’d have her yet. She’s resisted me so far. I hit her first thing at that party the other night, but no. Nothing, not one little nibble. I would have got her earlier tonight if I hadn’t been distracted by those three lovelies I saw going at it through the window. Even a saint couldn’t have resisted that and I’m no saint.
Where did she go? I jiggled her a couple of times while she was walking around earlier but no dice. I saw the gears going in her head though, she was thinking about it. I want that one all to myself.
Just her, a few toys, and me, jiggling around in her brain – and other places.
I hope that vampire made out all right. He was rather nice, letting me camp out in his skull. I know he liked my presents, all twelve of them. Who wouldn’t? Hope he didn’t strain something. Some vampires I’ve met, five - six women tops, then they had to start drinking them just to keep up their strength. But he looked virile enough. I don’t know, maybe twelve was too many. Harry’ll kill me if somebody dies because I sent her to a vampire. Maybe I’d better not tell him about Spike. Yes, I think that’s best.
Oh, the library. That’s a likely place for my redhead. She looked liked she’d enjoy a good book. The Kama Sutra, The Story of O. Note to self: plant a book list in her head.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Sigh. Nothing. All this erotic mysticism must be getting to me. Think I’ll go back and crash in the skull for a while. See how my vampire’s doing. Probably taking a nap.
Now where was it? I’ve traveled all over the world and I’ve never seen a place with more cemeteries. Here it is.
Hmm, impressive, sounds like he’s back at it. Wonder how many he’s got left? Looks like just the one. Wonder which poor girl had to wait?
HELLO, GORGEOUS! We have a winner!
Chapter 8 : Mi Casa Es Su Casa
Spike’s POV
All that time I wasted. I’ve known Red for two whole years now. Why didn’t I have the sense to shag her before?
“Mmm, Spike. Oh, that’s nice. I can feel every little – “
“Hey.”
“Not little as in you little. You big. You *very* big.”
“That’s better.”
“Little as in it feels like you’re touching every nerve, one at a time. Slower is definitely better.”
“Like that, do ya luv? Like to feel me inside you? Sliding inside, deep inside? Touching you? Caressing you? Close your eyes. Feel me inside. Don’t think about anything. Use your senses. Listen to my voice. And the wind. Listen to your heartbeat. Feel your skin. Feel it tingle. Feel the sweat slipping down your breast. Feel my tongue tasting the sweat slipping down your breast. Feel my hands. Can you feel that? One little touch and something in your skin reacts to me and your tits get tight and your beautiful little nipple puckers right up. Do you feel it? Feel my weight on you. Trying to get closer to you. Wanting to be with you, in you, have you surrounding me. Feel your tight little quim capturing me, grabbing me, milking me. That’s it, pet. You feel it? Reach for it. Let it take you over. I want you to fall.”
And there she goes. Knew I still had it. Hey, what happened? Red?
“Red? You with me, Red? Wake up. Willow?”
“She passed out.”
WHAT!?
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Bob. Your houseguest. The girl, she passed out. Alas, humans do that sometimes. They can only take so much you know. How long have you been at the poor thing?”
“I don’t know. Couple hours I guess. Maybe your right. Let her sleep a while.”
Hope I’ve got some blood in the frig, I could use a pick-me-up myself.
“Where ya been? I went looking for you. Tracked you as far as the campus. That’s where I ran into Red. Thanks by the way.”
“You’re welcome. I thought you’d like the buxom dozen.”
“Not for them. For Red.”
“You’re thanking me for her? One – over the twelve I *sent* you? She was a mistake. *You* weren’t supposed to get her.”
“Wanted her for yourself, did you? And what did you think you were going to do with her. Get her an inflatable date and pretend to make it talk?”
“I have my own ways thank you very much. I am an *air* spirit. Use your imagination I’m too much of a gentleman to elaborate. I will admit, however, that I had planned to utilize a few toys.”
“Why Bob, you old lech. I’m impressed. But forget it, she’s mine.”
“I see.”
What do you mean, you see?
“You see *what* exactly?”
“Vampire, you’re as plain as day. You can’t hide anything from me. How long have you been after the girl?”
That’s how much you know, you poofter.
“Haven’t been after her.”
“What?”
“Knew her. Worked with her. Never made a move on her, never even thought about it.”
“Hm.”
“All right, I thought about it. But didn’t. Never would have either if you hadn’t put that spell on me.”
“I didn’t put a spell on you, Vampire.”
“What?!”
“Don’t do spells, that’s Harry’s job. I’m a memory spirit, all I do is remember. I do, however, have a certain natural flair when it comes to seduction and the satisfaction of physical pleasure. I don’t do spells, I just give people ideas. And a few jiggles in the right places.”
“Jiggles, huh?”
“That’s what I call them. Harry calls them something completely different that he assures me could have me incarcerated if I had human form.”
“I’d have to agree with Harry. So, how long you been giving people ideas?”
“Couple of centuries now. You were exceptionally impressive yourself. How long have you been cultivating *your* unique talents?”
Not bad, Spike. I think I’ve just been complimented by a master.
“Thanks. Not nearly as long as you. You should meet Angelus. You too should have a lot in common.”
“Angelus? The vampire with a soul?”
“You know him? Should have figured.”
“I’ve never met him, but I was the one that developed his curse. Had to do it on the spur of the moment too. Those Romany were threatening to bury my skull in a volcano if I didn’t come up with a more than fitting punishment.”
Well, I’ll be blowed. The guy that fucked Angelus and he’s a guest in my crypt.
“Bob, make yourself at home, stay as long as you like. Mi casa es su casa. Can I get you a drink? Can I get you a girl? Anything you want, you ask your old buddy Spike and it’s yours.”
“Can I have a turn with the redhead?”
“Anything but that.”
Chapter 9 : Willow, Meet Bob
Willow’s POV
Mmm, Spike, oh yeah, keep doing *that*. Mmm, that feels so good. How you just touch me inside and no where else. How do you do that?
Wait a minute! How *does* he do that? Spike?
“Spike?”
What? Where?
“Spike?”
Oh, wait. Dreaming. Must have been a dream. No Spike. Just an empty crypt. Wonder where he went. Should I wait here? Should I leave? Maybe he doesn’t want me here now that we’re done and this is his hit-Willow-over-the-head-with-a-big-ole-hint way of getting me to leave. I should leave. I mean, I’m in Spike’s crypt. I’m *naked* and I’m in Spike’s crypt.
OH. MY. GODDESS. I’M. NAKED. AND. I’M. IN. SPIKE’S. CRYPT.
Buffy’s gonna kill me. Xander’s gonna - - ! I don’t even want to think what Xander’s gonna. It wasn’t my fault! It was that love spell. A non-Willow produced love spell I might add. Yeah, I better add that.
Still, Xander’s gonna stake Spike! It wasn’t his fault either, though. Gotta remember to stress that to Xan. Nobody’s fault.
What was that?
“Spike?”
“You down there, Spike?”
I didn’t know Spike’s crypt had a basement. Wonder what’s down here?
“Spike?”
Cool. A glowy skull thing. Wonder how he gets it to do that? I don’t see a place to put batteries or anything.
“Red?”
“Down here.”
Oh, good. Stud Muffin’s back. Wonder if I can get him back into bed one more time before he figures out the spell wore off.
“Red! Willow?!”
Okay, slightly deaf stud muffin.
“I’M DOWN HERE!”
“Oh. Hi. Um, how you feelin’?”
He’s so cute when he’s bashful. Of course this is the first time I’ve ever seen him bashful.
“I’m good, Spike. How are you feeling?”
Ahem. Meant to sound a little more confident than that. After all, we just, you know. Lots a times.
“More than good.”
Oooh, Spike hugs, I could get to like this. A lot. Forgot how good those hands feel. It’s been what – two hours, a girl can forget a thing like that in two hours. NOT!
“Got ya some breakfast. You like bagels?”
“I love bagels.”
Wasn’t that sweet? See, Buffy’s mean to him all the time and he’s so sweet. Yes, I know I have select memory. Shut up, orgasms with multiples of ten do that to me.
“They aren’t real bagels, but they’re not bad. Sorry I don’t have a toaster, but I got some cream cheese.”
“What do you mean they’re not *real* bagels.”
“Oh luv, I’ve got to take you to New York for real bagels some time.”
Take me to New York?
“You hit the commercial bakeries about four a.m. and they’ve got the back doors open and tons of fresh bagels being loaded onto delivery trucks. Fresh warm bagels right before the sun comes up, there’s nothing better.”
Take me to New York?
“Outside of New York, its almost impossible to find real bagels, but these will have to do us for now. You like cream cheese?”
Take me to New York?
“Yes.”
“Here ya go, pet. Have a seat.”
Take me – STOP! Seat. Okay, sit. Where? Oh, up there.
“You got class today, Red?”
Hm? Oh, Red! That’s me. He,he.
“Class, yes, I have class. But then I had class yesterday and nobody was there but me so – maybe I don’t.”
Good bagel. But - Quiet. Too quiet. Just me an’ Spike sitting in his crypt eating bagels. Yeah, this feels - I don’t know. How does this feel? Is this supposed to be one of those comfortable silences between lovers? Oh, goddess, I just said ‘lovers’ to Spike. No I didn’t. I thought it. Good. Didn’t say, just thought.
“So, um, looks like the spell kind of wore off.”
“It did? You mean you don’t want to? Hold on, pet, give us a minute.”
He’s leaving? Where’s he going? Downstairs? What’s he going downstairs for? What’s that? Why is he bringing me a skull? Is that a *real* human skull? Willow, this is a crypt, of course it’s a real human skull. No wait, its that one that lit up and you couldn’t find where the batteries went. Good, its fake.
“Say hello to Bob. Oy, Bob, wake up.”
“Um, Spike? Why are you talking to a fake skull?”
“Not fake. It’s real. See the light? Hey, Bob, wake up!”
“Sure it is, what do you think you’re – “
“Vampire, I was trying to get some well-deserved respite.”
Who was that?
“Bob, you’re an air spirit, you don’t need to relax.”
“Vampire, I’m tired. I’ve been very busy keeping the redhead entertained while you were out.”
“Red?!”
“Don’t look at me! Who was that? Why is that thing glowing like that? Nobody kept me busy. I was asleep until a few seconds ago.”
“Bob?”
“What can I say? She was dreaming. I gave her some very nice dreams. Now I was hoping she’d return the favor. I’m still covered in her scent. And let me tell you something, vampire, I was having some very nice dreams about it too before you woke me up.”
“Spike? What is he talking about? What am *I* talking about? I’m talking to a skull. Spike, why are we talking to a skull, and exactly what kind of dreams did he give - !!”
Oh, oh, oh, oh, don’t go there. Don’t go there. Brain, stop right now don’t go there!
“Spike?”
“Now you’re getting’ it, Red. Meet Bob. He’s staying with me. At least he is when he’s not out causing trouble. The kind of trouble that leads to parties in the cemetery and lack of attendance in your classes. Remember me telling you about Bob before we started rippin’ each others clothes off?”
“Vaguely.”
“Here he is. Bob, say hello to Willow.”
“Enchante, mademoiselle.”
“Uh, hello.”
Chapter 10 : Let’s Make A Deal
Spike’s POV
Maybe if I don’t say anything she won’t notice I’m not saying anything.
Why is she trying to convince Bob to leave everyone alone? Wasn’t she having a good time. Fuck that, I *know* she was having a good time. Come on, Bob, don’t let me down. Stick to your guns.
There you go. See Red, he never gets out. Bloody wanker keeps him locked up. Just wants a little fun, after all. You can’t deny him a little fun, little fella stuck in a skull in the basement all day.
NO! Bob, no deals, don’t make any deals. Red’s a smart one.
Whew.
Good girl, Red, don’t listen to him. He can’t be trusted I can tell. ‘Takes one to know one’ and all that.
Three days? That’s all I get? Only three more days with Red?
Oh wait. Sunnydale gets three more days? Me and Red get - ?
That’s bloody brilliant, Bob! Yes! Make a deal, Red. Come on. Please. Please? Red?
Whaddaya mean ya gotta check with Buffy?! No, Bob, don’t go for it, Buffy’ll talk her out of it.
Bob, BUDDY, please no. No Buffy. Willow’s a big girl, she can make her own decisions. That’s right. It’s now or never, Red.
Red?
Red?
You’re killin’ me Red.
Bob, do something, don’t sit there with that smug expression on my skull. Why’s she bein’ so quiet? Make her decide.
Come on, Red. You’ll like it, I promise. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on –
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And I didn’t have to say a word. Spike, ol’ boy, some times it pays to keep your mouth shut.
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