Title: Charms
Author: SpiderQueen
Email: spiderqueen@ivebeenframed.com
Rating: PG-16 (implied sex, but nothing graphic at all)
Classification: Willow/Spike
Spoilers: Implied 4th season...Spoilers up to and including The Initiative
Distribution: Just ask me first. I'd love to know where it's going. Don't even ask me...just tell me..."Hey, I'm putting your story on my site."
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow, Spike, or anyone else used in this story. They belong to Joss. I never owned them and I never will own them. I am simply borrowing them for a moment so I can have my fun. I'll give them back as soon as I finish and I'm not making any sort of crazy profit on this story...just for fun.
Feedback: Yes! I love feedback. Any kind at all. Gimme, gimme.
Author's Note: I toyed with the idea of making this one NC-17, but I decided against it. Writing NC-17 isn't my cup of tea and I'd rather not write something that underage BtVS fans can't read. No fair for them since the previous stories in this series aren't adult.
Another Note: The lyrics used in this fic are taken from the song "Charms" performed by The Philosopher Kings. It was written by Jon Levine and Gerald Eaton, two members of the band. If you've never heard this song and you're interested in it, then let me know. I'll send you a wav or a MP3 of it. I have a live version and an album version. Either one will blow you away.

"Buffy! Stop!" Willow screamed, trying to pull her best friend off Spike.

Finally, Willow's pleas got through to Buffy and she pulled away from beating Spike long enough to ask Willow why she should stop.

"Just stop!" Willow screamed, nearly in tears. "Just stop." She repeated more quietly when she saw that Buffy had indeed stood up and stopped hitting Spike.

"What is it Will?" Buffy asked, apparently concerned. "You didn't want him kissing you like that, did you? I mean, he's *Spike*."

Willow dropped her head. "I know." She whispered, tears sliding down her face.

Buffy put her hands on her hips. "Besides, he's probably just using you."

Willow clenched her jaw in anger at Buffy's words. She looked up to her friend with cold, fury-filled eyes. "How dare you! You don't know the first thing about him. And apparently, you don't know the first thing about me either. Why don't you just back off? Go find Riley and leave me alone like you always did before you were afraid of me being alone with Spike." Willow spat out her words and turned away from Buffy to find Spike.

She helped the stunned vampire off the floor and slid her small hand into his. "Let's go." She said, not looking at Buffy.

"Willow, this is a spell doing this, isn't it? You've really got to stop doing those spells. Badness happens." Buffy said, putting her hand on Willow's arm to stop the witch from leaving.

"No, Buffy. It's not a spell. It's me." Willow answered.

Giles appeared in the open doorway, surveying the situation. He saw Willow shrug off Buffy's hand and walk past him, down the sidewalk, with Spike in tow. Buffy started to follow, but Giles pulled her back and shook his head. "Let them be, Buffy."

"But?"

"No." Giles answered firmly, shutting the door.

Willow unlocked the front door and stepped inside, followed by Spike. He smiled. "Feels rather funny coming through the front door. Last time I paid you a visit, I had to crawl through the window."

Willow laughed, lightening up after her fight with Buffy. "Yeah, well, I figured that the front door was easier than the window to get into."

Spike gently pushed Willow up against the wall next to the door. "You're a fiery little thing aren't you. Telling off the Slayer like that. You know, nothing turns me on more than a confident woman."

Willow giggled, sliding her arms around Spike's midsection. "Oh, yeah?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah. It's sexy."

"Are you saying I'm sexy?"

"Do you have to even ask me that?"

Willow pouted. "Well, I'd kinda like to hear you say it."

"Ok. You're incredibly sexy Miss Rosenburg."

"Really?" Willow asked.

Spike threw his head back and groaned. "Yes. I said it didn't I?" He slowly started grinding his growing erection onto her thigh. "Want me to show you exactly how sexy you are?" He grinned.

Willow gasped at his motions, then started to moan as his lips came into contact with her neck. "Spike. Stairs. Bedroom. Now."

"You mean I have to stop?" Spike mumbled into her neck.

"Just long enough to climb up the steps, silly."

Spike quickly swept Willow into his arms and bounded up the steps. She squealed in delight. "There! There!" Willow shouted, pointing at her bedroom door when Spike had finished climbing the stairs.

He entered the room and gently laid Willow onto the bed. Straddling her, he claimed her mouth and growled with pleasure when she slipped her tongue out to meet his own.

Spike slowly pulled away from Willow's grasp and moved down to kneel at her feet. "Spike." Willow tried to sit up and reach for the vampire to pull him back to her.

"No." He gently, but firmly pushed her back down. Slowly, he started to remove her shoes and socks. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his fingers removing her clothing. "I want to?" Spike started to say, then silenced himself.

"What? You want to what?" Willow asked, her voice thick with desire.

"Worship you." Spike said. "Slowly." He slid his hands up her legs, bunching the long skirt she was wearing. "He found the waist of the skirt and started to pull it down little by little. Willow moaned and wiggled, trying to aid him, but her impatience only made the vampire go slower.

When he threw the skirt to the side, he then tugged her shirt off her leisurely. He dropped it to the floor and started kissing Willow's stomach. She giggled at his touch and smiled down at his bent head. Willow took his head in her hands and lifted his eyes to hers. "Spike, can we-you know-with music. I've always wanted?. It just sounds so romantic."

"Anything, luv." Spike rolled off of Willow, allowing her to slide off the bed and scuttle over to the cd player. He smiled at her as she pushed play and walked back over to him.

"Take off your clothes mister." Willow demanded.

"I thought you'd never ask." Spike said, shrugging off his duster and yanking his t-shirt off as well.

"Don't I get to worship you?" Willow asked. She kneeled on the bed next to Spike and ran her fingers across his chest.

"This time is about you." He answered, grasping her hand and flipping her onto her back. Willow giggled as Spike struggled with his zipper.

Suddenly, he was all over her. Lavishing her body with kisses and licks. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once. All Willow to could was lie back and let him do what he did, so very well. She gasped as when he finally entered her, throwing her head back in passion.

Distantly Willow heard the music playing, the percussion in rhythm with her own fast, beating heart and the silky vocals calling to her.


Sleep, my love
Dream warm and hard and true
In pieces, in colors
In a cloud of awkward blue
Hold, my hand
I feel the things you tell no man
Move through you, so easy
It's a knife that cuts me through
And you bring me your charms
In the cool of your soft little hands
In the heat of your legs and
Your arms
You bring me your charms
In, my arms
In the circle of my arms
You're my baby, my lover
That is warm and hard and true
When you bring me your charms
In the cover of our evening sheets
In the twist of our legs and our arms
You bring me your charms


Willow and Spike both collapsed onto the soft bed. Willow was panting, as was Spike, even though he didn't have any reason to. He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. She nuzzled her face into Spike's cold chest. The vampire felt like her flesh would burn into his, she was so hot. However, he didn't push her away, he relished the burning sensation and pushed every inch of his body against hers, purring in contentment.

"That was..." Willow sighed.

"Yeah, I know." Spike finished, trying to compose himself. The song ended and started to repeat itself. Willow pulled away from Spike and began to rise. He pulled her back to him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To turn the cd player off. It's set on repeat."

"Willow, leave it. I like this song. It's nice."

Willow smiled. "I like it when you do that."

"Do what?" Spike crushed her body to his.

"Call me by my real name." Willow mumbled into his chest.

Spike leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Willow. Willow. Willow."

"Buffy's gonna have a cow." She giggled, rubbing up against Spike's chest.

Spike grinned. "Buffy can have anything she wants to, just as long as I can have you, luv."