E-mail: tienco@msn.com
Couple: Willow/Xander
Rating: R. Tried to find the smut muse. . .*wanted* to find the smut muse. She just wasn't here. If someone finds her, please send her home.
Distribution: Seduction of Red and the Zeppo, A Witch's Love, Garden of the Jai, Slashwhores (if this is a slashy story. . ) If you have any of my other stories on your site, you are welcome to this. Anyone else, please ask, I'm a pretty coolie chick.
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss Whedon. I want Xander though. And Spike, and Angelus. Perhaps Willow and Faith can come play too.
Feedback: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
Spoilers: Ah, let's just say anything up to now.
Summary: Willow has a night out of fun. . .
Notes: I was bored. I had this idea. I wrote it. :)
Dedictation: To Jinni, cause she's Jinni, and it's Monday, and Mondays are always hell. And because she told me she didn't mind if I put her in my story.
*****
Willow sighed, lying back on the bed. She turned her head, inhaling, smiling at the smell of Xander on the pillow. "Goddess, Xander, I miss you. . .I wish you and Anya would come home."
She curled to the pillow, just enjoying the quiet. It was the summer after her sophomore year of college, and everyone was gone. Buffy and Riley had gone to Iowa for a couple of weeks to see his family, Xander said he and Anya were going to travel the country, since he didn't *really* get to see anything two years before. Besides, he said that Anya liked the idea of having sex in touristy places. Spike was in LA with Angel, helping him with a rash of particularly difficult demons. Cordelia called and told Willow she should make the short drive up, but she didn't feel like seeing anyone she knew.
Except Xander. She wouldn't have minded seeing him.
Tara was long gone. The two had broken up amicably, and the blonde witch would still be in the Scooby Gang when school started in the fall, but Tara knew that Willow wasn't totally with her, that she still liked men, and that her heart was elsewhere.
Again, Xander.
Everything ended up being about Xander - everywhere she turned, she had a memory of him, some snippet of her past shared with him.
It was tearing her apart. When she was with Tara, she was *with* Tara and didn't think about her feelings towards her best friend. However, when the two broke up, and Willow was forced to realize she still had feelings for him, they came crashing back with an intensity that scared her. She didn't tell a soul, scared of what they would say. Buffy would gently scold her, reminding her of what happened their Senior Year in high school. Spike would laugh, and Anya. . .Anya would probably strangle her.
"Nope," Willow said. "No telling of the Xander feelings here. I'm *not* stupid." She sighed, sitting up. "I need something to *do* this summer."
So far, all she'd done was lounge around Xander's apartment, happily accepting the key when he asked her to stay there while he was gone the three hottest months of the year. She promised to keep it in tiptop shape, and did everything in her power to do so.
So what if she slept in his bed in one of his tee shirts every night? She knew he wouldn't mind.
"I need a vacation. Everyone else got one. Xander's apartment will be fine for a week. But where to go?" She sighed, exhaling a loud breath. "Damn. Where could I. . ." A slow smile spread over her face. "I know just the place."
She stretched out on the bed, on her stomach, reaching for the phone. She quickly dialed the number, mentally reminding herself to make sure Xander didn't pay for the long distance call. She called her cousin Jinni in Oxnard. Jinni was always telling Willow to come visit, that they'd perform a spell or two, but the Wicca had never gotten the chance to.
"Now I have my chance," she grinned.
*******
"Come *on*, Willow!"
"No."
"Wills, seriously!"
"*No!*"
Jinni's lips curled into a grin, her emerald eyes dancing. "Still a chicken. Of the two of us, I always *was* the braver one."
Willow turned, green eyes blazing. She narrowed them at her cousin. "I am *not* a chicken! I just don't want to go."
"Come on, please? There's a group of us, you'll have a *great* time, I promise."
"A *strip* club? Jinni, *seriously*!" Willow stood up and started pacing. "What will people think of me?"
"Who cares, girl? You are in Oxnard, California, a *billion* miles away from the hellhole you call home. *No* one you know is here, no one but me. Please? Please, please, go with us? There's this guy there. . .he's the main act on Wednesdays. . .he's *hot*."
Willow glanced up at the woman that had passed off as her sister more times than not growing up. The eyes and the hair were the same shade of green and red, both inheriting them from their grandmother. Other than that, those were the only real similarities. Jinni was much more outgoing and dressed much more dangerous than Willow *ever* would - unless she was a vampire.
"So this guy," she asked slowly, "what does he do? I mean, what's his act?"
Jinni lay back on her bed, sighing. "Oh, goddess, Wills, he's perfect. . .real buff. . .kinda almost looks familiar, but not really. He plays a vampire."
Willow sat up ramrod straight, her eyes flying to her cousin's. "A. . .v. . vampire?" she asked.
"Yea." She sat up on her elbows. "He's got these pointed teeth - damn good job too, whoever designed them - and yellow eyes that almost appear to glow. . .dark hair, beautiful guy."
"Ridges." Willow sat next to Jinni. "Does he have ridges on his forehead? Like, right here?" She ran her fingers between her eyes, along the bridge of her nose.
Jinni shrugged. "His bangs are always in his eyes, never really noticed. He goes around, nipping at the women, flirts with them - *touches* them. . .we *love* that. . .and I think he's even bit one or two of them."
"Oh, goddess, oh, goddess. . ." Willow murmured standing up. She started pacing, then moved to her backpack. She opened it and pulled out a stake. "I'm going with you."
"What the *hell* is that?" Jinni exclaimed, sitting up quickly on the bed. "What the hell is it, and *why* do you have one?"
"There's a hell of a lot you don't know about the world, Jin, and vampires are one of them."
Jinni's mouth dropped open. "You mean they exist?" she whispered softly. "And one of them strips for the Ladies' Club?"
"Apparently so. Come on, let's get changed and go on a vampire hunt."
Jinni shook her head, moving to her closet. "Damn shame he's gotta die. He 's such a *hottie*." She sighed, pulling out a pair of leather pants.
Part 2
Willow giggled, having forgotten about her *mission* for the night. She'd met all of Jinni's friends and adored them all - they were about as wild and crazy as Jinni was. They'd started drinking. Willow didn't drink much, but loosened up a lot more than she was when she first got to the club.
< Besides, > Willow thought, < the men here *are* gorgeous. . . >
They'd been there almost two hours when the lights went low, the stage illuminated by a dark red light. The women started screaming ecstatically, knowing who was next. "What's going on?" Willow leaned over and asked Jinni.
"It's the hottie we have to stake," Jinni nodded, pulling money out of her purse. "But not till after the dance, cause I want to see him shake his ass."
Fear traveled through Willow's body, preparing herself for the fight she knew she was going to get into after the dance. She'd decided, right after his number, she'd go backstage and stake him. She only hoped that she was strong enough to do it on her own.
The announcer's voice came over the PA system. "Ladies. . .you've seen the Cowboy, you've seen the Fireman, and you've seen the Police Officer. However. . .now it's time for the one you've *all* been talking about. . .the man that makes your blood run faster, makes your heart pound louder, makes your body all tingly. . ." The lights went completely out for a moment. When they came back up, there was a man in the middle of the stage, his hands in front of him, his head down, and his back to the crowd. "The Vampire."
A low pounding bass started. Willow and the group of women she was with were against the walkway on the right. Willow was a mere ten feet away from him. She curled her hands into fists, resisting the urge to run up on stage and stake him where he stood.
She ran her eyes up his body, subconsciously licking her lips. He wore boots, the tops covered by tight fitting leather pants. The black leather clung to his muscular calves and thighs like a second skin. "Nice legs," she murmured. Jinni nodded beside her.
A blue silk shirt was tucked into the leather jeans, letting the group of women see the nice perfect ass the vampire had. Willow licked her lips. She moved up, seeing the silk stretched over a wide back. It was obvious this man was in great shape when he was turned. Willow frowned slightly, then shuddered, the clothes reminding her of Angelus. She knew, however, that it wasn't him.
Angel would never work in a strip joint, and Angelus *sure* as hell wouldn't have.
The brown haired vampire dropped to his knees, then turned his head to the left, looking over his shoulder at the women on the left side of the walkway. Willow strained a bit, trying to see his face, but his body was in the way. < And what a *nice* body it is, > she thought.
As graceful as a cat, the man turned to his left, crawling up the walkway, leaning in to nip at the women, causing hollers and catcalls to erupt among them. There were a few that went so far as to kiss him, which made Willow pray that none of them found their death right there. She knew the vampire had to be a childe, and had to be older than the normal run of the mill vampire - none of the ones she'd ever seen could have that much restraint - except for Spike or Angel. Again, she ruled out either of them. Angel wouldn't do it, and Spike wouldn't bother to change his hair color to brown, nor would he have worn clothes so identical to Angelus'.
The vampire crawled down the runway and turned at the end, crawling up the right side. Willow still couldn't see his face, there were too many women, too many outstretched arms with dollar bills in them.
Right before he got to them, Willow shrieked and covered her face. She *knew* he could smell her fear, and it terrified her - he would probably lean over to take a 'nip' and end up leaving her a bloodless shell. No one would ever know until the show was over.
She could feel the vampire on his hands and knees beside her. He reached out, wrapping his hand around her wrist and pulling it away from her face. She turned her head away from him, covering her face with her hair, not wanting to see him, not wanting to see her death. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Come on, Little One, are you scared of *me*? I won't bite. . .not unless you want me to." His husky laughter sent fingers of desire along her body.
He pulled her hand to his face, sliding her first finger into his mouth, teasing her flesh with his tongue. Jinni squealed happily next to her, nudging her playfully.
Three things registered in Willow's mind. He called her 'Little One'. Angel called her 'Little One.' This vampire *had* to know Angel from somewhere. His voice was husky and filled with desire - yet it was *very* familiar. . .she just couldn't place it just yet. The last thing that clicked in her mind was the fact that his mouth was warm. The warmth against her finger *couldn't* be produced by a vampire, only a human.
He pulled her finger out of his mouth, and she whimpered slightly, missing the feeling. "Come on, Little One. Look at me. Let me see the beautiful face I'm sure is red from embarrassment."
Willow blinked, knowing the voice. She turned her head, green eyes wide.
The canines of the human had two perfect points - obviously two very expensive, very well made enamel tips. The eyes were yellow contacts, almost the same color as the very eyes she'd seen more times in her life than she wished she had.
Yellow eyes widened and the man dropped her hand in shock.
"Wills?" he whispered.
"Xander?" she replied.
Part 3
Willow shifted nervously, standing outside Xander's dressing room door. She chuckled slightly; remembering Jinni's reaction when Willow told her it was Xander.
"Xander?" Jinni asked, her mouth dropping open.
Willow nodded her head.
"Xander *Harris*?"
"Yea, Jin," Willow giggled.
"Xander Harris, the same goofy lanky boy that you've been friends with since time started?"
"Yes!" Willow exclaimed. "It's Xander Harris!"
"Goddess, Willow, you need to go back there and snatch that boy up. You told me you kissed him once before, so you need to go back there and lay one on him. I mean, make the man *yours*! He's a hottie! Do it before someone else does!"
"He's got a *girlfriend*!" Willow exclaimed.
"Are you sure?"
Willow thought about it. There was *no* way that Anya would let Xander strip. . .and Xander couldn't, nor wouldn't, hide it from her. Plus, thinking back over the couple of days before he left, Willow realized that the former demon was never around. It was Xander that had said that Anya wanted to have sex around the country. "No, actually, I'm not," she murmured.
With that thought, Willow decided she knew what she was going to do.
She took a deep breath and knocked on his door.
"Come in!" he called out.
Willow pushed the door open and stuck her head in. "Hi," she said quietly.
He looked up from his place on the couch, pausing in his counting of the night's tips. His heart picked up, and he swallowed. "Hi."
"Can I. . .?"
He blinked, glancing down. He hadn't bothered putting clothes on over the tiny black leather G-string after his show. He stood up, a slight blush covering his face. "Yea, let me get. . ." He reached over, grabbing a robe. He pulled it on, covering his body.
Willow walked in and shut the door, leaning against the door.
"How did you get. . .?"
Willow smiled. "I'm impish and cute. The guard guys liked me." She smiled. "They like money too."
Xander chuckled, sitting back down. "So. . ."
"My name is Anne," Willow said suddenly.
Xander blinked, looking up at her. A slow smile spread over his face. It was a game they played often when they were children and wanted to be someone else. They could fabricate whatever lives they wanted to, and it made the both of them feel better. He stood up and walked to her, extending his hand. "Alex," he murmured.
She shook his hand, smiling at him. "You were very handsome out there."
He led her to the couch. "Thank you. The women seem to like it. . .I make good money."
"I don't doubt it." She reached out, fingering the fang. It was sharp enough to break skin and she blushed slightly, imagining how it would feel for him to break her skin.
"Oh, sorry," he murmured. "I took the contacts off right away - they irritate my eyes - but I forget about the fangs. I barely even realize they are there. . ."
She placed a hand on top of his. "No, leave them. I think they are kind of sexy."
He smiled. "You think?"
"Yea," she giggled. "So. . .that was an interesting style out there. Very not. . .Dracula."
"Ahh," Xander said, nodding. "I've met Dracula before. It was overrated. My style is derived more from one of the baddest vampires to ever live - Angelus. I thought of trying to pull off his Childe William the Bloody. . .but can you imagine me with white blonde hair?"
Willow giggled, reaching up to finger his locks. "No," she murmured. "Not at all. I'm glad you stayed brown."
"Yea," he smiled. He ran his fingers down her arm. "So. . .Anne. . .are you seeing anyone?"
"Not right now, no," she said softly. "You? Surely, someone as handsome as you has to have a girlfriend."
"No," he said softly. "She left me before the summer started. That's part of the reason why I came to Oxnard - I don't live here - I didn't want to deal with my friends. Actually, I didn't want to deal with Willow."
Willow's heart plunged and she turned away. "Oh," she said. Tears filled her eyes. "Who's Willow?"
"My best friend," he said softly, pulling away. He placed his hands in his lap. "My best friend and the reason I'm alive today. The reason I keep living."
She turned slightly, stealing a glance at him. He was staring at the wall, not even noticing her subtle observation of him. "Why didn't you want to deal with her?"
"Because I love her, and I know she's past that now. I didn't want to deal with the feelings I feel for her while I was right there in front of her. I needed time away, time to hopefully get over her." He turned, gazing into her bright green eyes. He reached up, running a finger down her cheek. "I don't think I ever will though. She's my soul mate."
Willow laughed slightly, tears spilling on her cheeks. "Alex, I. . ."
"Can I kiss you? Just once?" he asked suddenly.
She smiled. "Perhaps," she murmured. "But I have to warn you. . ." She started moving slowly towards him.
"What?" he asked, moving towards her.
"One kiss will lead to another, and another, and before you know it, you won 't be wearing that little G-String anymore," she promised, smiling.
"I don't think I mind that at all," he whispered, capturing her lips in a kiss.
******
Jinni glanced up from her breakfast and morning paper. Willow shuffled in the kitchen, wearing a robe, yawning. Her hair was sticking out in all directions. She moved to the counter, looking for food.
The seated witch sighed. "So. . .no go?" she asked.
"Huh?" Willow replied, turning to her cousin.
"You and Xander. . .didn't happen?" Jinni frowned slightly, disappointed. Ever since they were children, she thought Xander and Willow belonged together like peanut butter and jelly.
Willow chuckled slightly. "Please tell me you have more food than this?"
Jinni studied her cousin through narrow eyes. "You are changing the subject. Why?"
"Why?" Willow laughed, sitting down at the table. "Because I want to. I don't want to talk about Xander."
"Why?" Jinni asked. "He's a *hottie*! You should talk about him! We have to figure out what will get you two crazy kids together! You *belong* together."
"Good to know we have someone in our camp."
Both women jumped and turned at the new voice. Xander was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a white terry cloth robe. "Morning, Jinni. It's been. . .years."
Jinni sat back with a smirk. "Since you've seen me. I've seen a hellova lot of you in the last several weeks."
Xander chuckled, moving to Willow. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips softly. "Sleep good, baby?"
"Once some insatiable vamp let me go to sleep," Willow giggled, tilting her head up to kiss him deeper.
Jinni clapped her hands together happily. "I am *so* glad you two are finally getting it *right*! It's only taken you 21 years!"
"No, Jinni, not 21. . .only 17. I didn't meet her till we were four," Xander nodded.
"Whatever," Jinni waved her hand at him. "So. . .when do I get to come to Sunnydale and meet this delicious Spike you always tell me about?"
Willow and Xander laughed, knowing that if they set Jinni and Spike up, the blonde vampire would definitely have his hands full. "I dunno, Wills. . .sounds almost like fun."
The redhead grinned, smiling up at Xander. "I think we just might have to do it."
Jinni squealed happily. "Goodie! Now. . .tell me more about the sex! I wanna know *details*!" She leaned towards the happy couple, grilling them about their night.