Title: Unlikely Lovers: Baby Likes to Play
Chapter#: (1/1)
Author Name: Spike's Slayer Vixen
Author Email: sara_pridmore@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to take credit for them, I don't
own any of the BTVS or Ats characters.
Summary: A rewritten version of "The Initiative", what if Willow
didn't clock Spike in the head with a lamp? What if things took a
turn towards the romantic. Oh yeah, and Riley and the rest of the
Initiative idiots won't be interupting things in my version.
Pairings: Willow/Spike
Category: I'm gonna have to say PWP
Spoilers: Set during season four, this is a rewritten version of "The
Initiative".
Rating: NC-17
Author's comments: You are going to recognize a lot from "The
Initiative" episode, so I'm gonna tell you now that I borrowed a lot
from the original version, but gave it a twist of my own. My first
PWP...hope it doesn't suck too bad.
Feedback: Come on, you know I want it...please don't make me beg ;)
AN: Keep in mind, not beta'd.
Willow sat on her bed in the dorm room she shared with Buffy,
listening to music on her stereo. She had thought that maybe a little
music would cheer her up, but just her luck, all they seemed to be
playing tonight were sad love songs. She sniffled a little, hugging
her knees to her chest. I'm not going to cry, she told herself with
resolve. Nope, not gonna cry. I'm gonna be strong, and I'm not gonna
think about Oz. Even as she was giving herself this pep talk, her
lower lip began to quiver slightly. She still couldn't believe he was
gone.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing Willow to jump
slightly. She rolled her eyes, assuming that it was Buffy coming to
scold her about leaving that stupid party that she had been dragged
to. She had tried to get into the partying mood, really she had, but
when she heard that old song of the Dingoes being played, she just
fell apart. In a way, it had been a godsend really. At least it had
gotten her away from Riley and his barrage of questions about how to
win Buffy. In her opinion, she was the *last* person Riley should be
asking for romantic advice. Mentally preparing herself for the long
lecture she was sure she was about to receive, Willow sat up straight
and wiped away a stray tear that had managed to seep its way out of
her eye. "Come in," she called, smoothing her hair.
The door opened slowly, and Willow gasped in surprise in horror. Oh
no! How could she have been so stupid? The number one rule when you
lived in Sunnydale was to never just haphazardly invite someone in to
your home because you never knew when it was a vampire. Smooth move,
Willow, she thought to herself as she stared at Spike, who was
standing in the doorway. Stepping inside and giving the room a quick
inspection, he nodded his approval, and then kicked the door shut
behind him, stalking slowly towards Willow with a wicked grin.
Willow could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Ohgod, ohgod, she
thought to herself, on the verge of hyperventilation. I'm *so* going
to die! "Spike. Wh-what do you want? A spell? I can do that..." she
began, trying to sound accommodating. Then she sprung into action,
bolting for the door, but Spike caught her by her throat and threw
her back, easily putting a stop to her escape. "Ouch!" Willow
muttered, landing hard on the floor with a dull thud.
Walking over to stand before her, towering over her with a smug
smile, Spike looked down on her thoughtfully. "I'll give you a
choice," he said pleasantly, deciding to go against his better
judgment. "Now, I'm going to kill you," he began in a genial
tone. "No choice in that. But..." he said with a smile, watching in
amusement as Willow began to back up until her back hit the wall. "I
could let you stay dead..." he went on walking over to her and
sliding down the wall, bringing his face in closer to hers and
reaching out to stroke her cheek gently. All the time, he spoke to
her in a soft, intimate tone. Really was a beauty, this one. All piss
and vinegar and flaming red hair to match. "...Or bring you back. To
be like me," he finished with a grin, his face morphing into its
vampire visage. He grinned at her around his fangs. Oh, he could just
taste her blood now.
"I'll scream," Willow threatened, trying to sound brave even as she
cowered there, trembling with fear. She raised her chin, giving him
her best defiant glare.
"Bonus," Spike said in a pleased tone, warming up to the idea
quickly. He loved a screamer.
Willow opened her mouth and released a bloodcurdling scream, but it
was useless, drowned out by the sound of her stereo as Spike turned
it up full blast. Taking advantage of the fact that his attention was
momentarily diverted, Willow wrenched away from him, crawling as
quickly as she could towards the door.
Growling angrily, Spike muttered a curse under his breath and grabbed
her around the waist, tackling her hard. They struggled a bit, but
Spike had the upper hand. He fell forward onto her, knees first, and
tried in vain to pin her hands up above her head. Willow tried
desperately to bat him away, but she was simply no match for Spike.
Trying again and this time succeeding, he grabbed her wrists and
pinned them above her head, smiling down on her evilly, basking in
his power.
This is it, Willow thought to herself, squeezing her eyes closed
tightly and waiting to feel his fangs pierce her skin. Killed by a
vampire that I *invited* in my dorm room. She could feel him move on
top of her, feel when he threw his head back and lunged at her neck.
She held her breath, waiting for his fangs to plunge into her neck,
but instead she heard him scream out in pain and fall off of her onto
the floor. Opening her and sitting up quickly, she found him rolling
around on the floor, clutching his head in agony and screaming bloody
murder. Somehow managing to forget for the moment that he had just
been about to kill her, Willow crawled over to him and rolled him
over, a look of concern on her face.
"Spike? What is it?" she asked, looking down on him with wide green
eyes. "Are you okay?" He just shook his head, tears forming in his
clear blue eyes as he looked up at her helplessly. The pounding music
pouring from her stereo was giving her a headache so she picked up a
nearby shoe that had been hiding under her bed and threw it with
perfect aim, affectively shutting off the stereo. "Can you move?" she
asked him, helping him sit upright on the floor.
"I-I think so," he said in a small voice. Willow felt her heart
flutter in sorrow at seeing him so distraught. Throwing his arm
around her neck, she helped him to his feet and over to the bed,
sitting down beside him.
"Spike, tell me what's wrong," she said urgently. "What happened?"
Spike stared down at the floor, so shamed that he was unable to meet
her gaze. "I can't bite you," he said quietly.
"What? Of course you can," Willow said dismissively. "You're a
vampire...it's kind of what you do."
"I *know* that, Red, thank you. I'm quite aware of what we vampires
do, but I *can't*." Willow opened her mouth to protest, but a glare
from him silenced her. "Don't even say it," he warned her, his voice
cracking a little with emotion. "And why do you think that is, eh?
Because I decided all of a sudden that I want to be a bloody vegan?"
He sniffled a little as his tears threatened to fall. "I'm pathetic
is what I am," he said angrily.
Willow sat beside him, caught between feeling sympathy for him
because he was so sad and wanting to hit him in the head with a lamp
for trying to kill her. At that thought, she reached up and touched
her neck as if to assure herself that he indeed hadn't been able to
bite her.
"I don't understand," Spike continued glumly. "This sort of thing has
never happened to me before..."
"Maybe you were just nervous," Willow piped up, her kind nature
taking over, filling her with the urge to try to cheer him up.
"I felt alright when we started," he said in a sullen voice,
considering what she was saying. "Let's try again." Catching Willow
off guard, he lunged for her again, his fangs ready and waiting. Once
again, however, he reared back in pain before he could bite her,
clutching his head and howling loudly. "Ahhhh!" he screamed. Gritting
his teeth and pushing past the pained, he lunged yet again, and yet
again he screamed in pain. Staggering backwards, he fell onto the
bed, rolling around and clutching his head. "Damn it!" he cursed,
tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.
"You're probably just trying too hard," Willow said in a comforting
tone, wincing at the scene before her. Man, that must really hurt,
she thought to herself. "Doesn't this happen to every vampire?" she
asked innocently.
"Not to me, it doesn't!" Spike cried in frustration. He groaned
loudly, burying his face in his hands in defeat.
Willow stared down at her lap, a sinking feeling in the pit of her
stomach as she realized what the problem must be. "It's me, isn't
it?" she said in a small voice.
Spike looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"You came looking for Buffy, then settled," Willow said, fighting
back tears. "You didn't want to bite me, I just happened to be
around." That had to be it. The thought of biting her must be so
horrible for him that his mind just wouldn't let him do it...it
actually *hurt* him to even try. Her lower lip quivered a little as
she wrung her hands, trying not to let herself be hurt.
"Don't be ridiculous," Spike said, trying to comfort her despite his
earlier intentions of killing her. "Why, I'd bit you in a heartbeat."
"Really?" Willow mumbled, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"Thought about it," Spike confirmed.
"When?" Willow wanted to know, not totally convinced that he was
telling the truth. She wondered if he was just saying it to make her
feel better about herself.
Spike sighed patiently. "Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy
pink number with the lilac underneath..." He nodded at her, nudging
her a little with his elbow.
Willow blushed slightly, and Spike couldn't help but notice how
pretty she was when she got all flustered. Wait a minute...wait one
bloody minute! What was he thinking? This was *Red* he was thinking
about, as in the Slayer's little tagalong. He couldn't think of a
quicker way to get himself staked than to let his dick get the best
of him. Still, the Slayer wasn't here, and what she didn't know
wouldn't hurt her...or more importantly, him.
"I never would have guessed," Willow said with a sweet smile,
obviously flattered by Spike's words. "You play the bloodlust kind of
cool."
"I hate being obvious," he confided in her. "All fangy and 'grrr'."
He shrugged his shoulders casually. "Takes all the mystery out."
"But if you could, you'd..." she trailed off, leaving her question
hanging in the air.
"If I could, yeah," Spike said, a hint of regret in his voice. Both
sat silently for a moment, side by side, pondering the big 'if'.
Not wanting the conversation to end, though she couldn't fathom why,
Willow patted him on the back awkwardly. "You know, this doesn't make
you any less terrifying," she said, giving him a small, reassuring
smile.
Spike snorted loudly. "Don't patronize me," he said sullenly, staring
down at his feet. He clasped his hands together, fighting back the
tears. Great, he thought to himself. Crying in front of Red...really
manly, you ponce. He didn't know why, but it bothered him to think
that she might think badly of him, and for this to have happened, in
front of all people, made him want to wither up and die. "I'm only a
hundred and twenty-six, you know," he said glumly.
"You're being too hard on yourself," Willow insisted. "Why don't we
both just wait half an hour and try again?" Suddenly, the meaning of
her words hit her and she shifted uncomfortably. "Or...not."
"Don't worry 'bout it, Red," he said with a sigh. "I mean, it's not
like I except you to be all gung-ho on the whole idea of me biting
you or anything."
"This is kind of awkward, isn't it?" she said, biting her lower lip.
"Yeah, just a bit," he admitted, still staring at his scuffed up
boots.
"Well, why should that be?" she asked, taking a deep breath. "I mean,
we've known each other a while now, right? There's no reason that
being in each others' company should make us feel all weird and
awkward." Oh, Willow, what are you *doing*? she asked herself.
"You've got a point there," Spike said thoughtfully. "You know, I
remember the first time I ever saw you. You were at the Bronze one
night with the Slayer and the whelp, dancing and having fun. I
thought to myself, now there's a girl with something special."
"Oh, no way!" Willow said bashfully, giving him a playful swat. "Now
you are just making things up."
"I most certainly am not!" Spike exclaimed in indignation. "I'm
tellin' the gods honest truth. Cross me heart and hope to...dust."
"Actually, I have to admit that when I first saw you, I had kind of a
swoon moment," Willow admitted, blushing a little.
"Really?" Spike said with interest, raising an eyebrow. "I made you
swoon."
Willow nodded with a smile. "I don't know what it was about you, but
I remember thinking to myself, now that is one attractive vampire."
"Go on," Spike said dismissively, dropping his head in embarrassment.
"No, I mean it!" Willow insisted. "Of course, then you tried to kill
all of us, which kind of made me less swoony and more terrified."
"You mean it? You were actually terrified?" Spike asked, looking up
at her hopefully.
"Oh, definitely," Willow insisted. "You were *very* scary."
"You know, Red, you are something else," Spike said with a
smile. "You really are something special. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"No."
"Well, that's because blokes around here are too stupid to recognize
a real woman when they see one," he told her.
"Spike? Can I ask you a question?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Sure, pet. What is it?"
"Why are you being so...you know...sweet to me?"
Spike groaned silently to himself. Sweet? Being called sweet would
normally be like a stake through the heart, but he guessed that he
*was* being kind of sweet to her. He couldn't help himself. There was
just something about the little redheaded spitfire that he was
attracted to. "Well, you know...you've been so nice to me, trying to
cheer me up and all-" He stopped abruptly in mid-sentence when she
leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a timid kiss, catching him
by surprise. He wasn't the only one caught by surprise by the kiss,
however. Even as she was pressing her lips to his, Willow's mind was
screaming at her, demanding to know what the hell she thought she was
doing. Choosing to ignore common sense, she reached up hesitantly and
ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair, deepening the kiss. She
parted her lips, allowing his tongue entrance into her mouth, and he
groaned in need when he felt how hot and wet her mouth was. He was
willing to bet that she could do incredible things with that mouth.
Spike pushed her gently back onto the bed, taking things slow to
avoid scaring her off. Breaking away from their kiss, he began to
pepper kisses, whisper soft, along her jaw line and down to her neck.
He felt her stiffen a little when his lips first brushed the creamy
skin of her neck, but she relaxed a little as he began to kiss and
nibble at her flesh with blunt teeth, a kind of unspoken reassurance
to her that he wasn't out for blood. She moaned softly underneath
him, pushing his leather duster off of his shoulders and down his
arms, managing to remove it completely with his help and tossing it
aside. She ran her short, blunt fingernails down his back over the
material of his t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of his hard body
pressing against hers. She shivered a little when she felt his cool,
gentle hand slip underneath the fabric of her shirt, skimming over
her flat stomach and up to cup her breasts through the thin material
of her bra. Gently, he pinched the hard little peaks, eliciting gasps
of pleasure from her as she arched against him. Pushing him away
gently, she gave him a reassuring smile before lifting her shirt up
over her head and tossing it aside. He followed suit, stripping off
his own t-shirt before letting her pull him back down on top of her,
her lips demanding his attention.
Spike felt her smile against his lips before she flipped them over,
coming to rest on top of her, straddling his thighs, while never
breaking their kiss. It was her turn to sprinkle kisses across his
face and neck, but she didn't stop there. She continued down his
chest, her explorations slow and cautious but enthusiastic
nonetheless, and when she laved her tongue over one of his nipples,
his eyes rolled back in his head from pleasure. "Cor, Red, you don't
know what you're doing to me," he groaned softly.
"Mmmm, I think I have a pretty good idea," she said with a small
smile, sliding further down his body and reaching for his belt
buckle. Spike's eyes widened as he realized her intentions, and if
his heart still beat, it would have burst through his chest. Willow's
slim, nimble fingers made short work of Spike's belt buckle, button,
and zipper, and she began to ease his jeans down his legs. He raised
his hips to help her along, smiling a little when he heard her gasp
as she realized that he was wearing no underwear. Skimming his pants
down and tossing them aside, she crept back up his body, her breath
warm and tantalizing against his throbbing member. Slowly, she
touched her tongue to his tip, licking the precum from his slit
before swirling her tongue around the head and taking him into her
mouth completely. He hissed in pleasure, grasping the bedclothes
tightly as she began to bob her head up and down, taking in more and
more of him with every down stroke as her tiny little hand grasped
him and stroked him firmly. Willow didn't have much experience in
this area, but she was determined to do her best to bring him
pleasure and was pleasantly surprised to feel him tense up in a
relatively short amount of time. She knew he was close, and so on a
whim, she bit down gently, sending him over the edge with a loud
moan. She wrinkled her nose a little when she tasted his semen inside
of her mouth but swallowed it down anyway, wishing to please him.
"Cor, luv, you're amazing," he panted, pulling her up his body so
that he could kiss her. He mouth plundered hers, his tongue seeking
out and exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. He ran his
fingers through her soft, silky hair, breathing in the smell of apple
shampoo and the faint scent of cinnamon. She was absolutely
intoxicating, overwhelming his every sense with her essence. "My
turn," he said to her with a sly smile, breaking away from their kiss
and shifting her even further up his body until she was straddling
his head.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked, her brows knitted together.
"Vampire, remember? Don't need to breathe," he assured her, reaching
up to grip her hips and lowering her down onto his mouth. Willow
gasped loudly, her eyes flying open wide when she felt his tongue
tease her folds open, worming its way into the core of her
femininity. She gripped the headboard of her bed tightly as he began
to lick her up and down, savoring the taste of her sweetness, losing
himself in her musky scent. He used his hands to guide her,
encouraging her to rock back and forth to bring herself further
pleasure. She widened her legs more so that she was spread open wide,
giving him full access to everything she had to offer. Stiffening his
tongue, he thrust it into her tight, grasping channel, listening to
her moan in pleasure as began to rock harder against his face.
Shifting slightly underneath her so that his nose was rubbing her
clit, he gave her the tongue lashing of her life. When he felt her
legs tighten around his head, he knew that she was almost there.
Doubling his efforts, he soon found himself drenched in her juices as
he felt her tremble on top of him, her vaginal muscles spasming
wildly in orgasm.
Unable to wait any longer to feel him inside of her, she squirmed her
way down his body, her tiny hand wrapping around his shaft,
positioning him at her entrance, and before he knew it, sheathing him
completely in her tight, wet channel. "Oh god," she gasped, loving
the feel of his length inside of her. "Oh, wow, Spike."
He was aware that she was speaking to him, but he couldn't quite make
out what she was saying through the roar of lust coursing through his
body. He couldn't believe how easily he had slid inside of her, hot
wet she was for him. She was so tight and so bloody, bloody hot that
she almost scorched him, but he didn't care. "Cor, Red, you are sooo
tight," he moaned, grabbing her hips to force her to sit
still. "You're gonna have to give me a sec or this is gonna be over
before it starts." Drawing in deep unneeded breaths of air, Spike
forced himself to regain control, then nodded slightly. "Okay."
Willow began to rock back and forth on top of him, squeezing her
vaginal muscles every time she raised and lowered herself onto his
cock. He looked up at her from under hooded lids, loving the way her
hair caught the light, the way her lips curved into a sexy smile, the
way that she was taking control. Who would have thought that shy,
demure little Willow could be such a wildcat in bed? And, oh, the way
she was moving that hot little body on top of him, torturing him with
slow, agonizing strokes...she was going to drive him insane. Deciding
to take matters into his own hands, he rolled them swiftly so that he
was now on top of her, nestled comfortably in between her luscious
thighs. Hooking her legs so that they were both draped over either of
his shoulders, he began to thrust quicker and harder, making her keen
in pleasure.
"Of fuck yes!" she hissed, causing Spike to raise an eyebrow.
Naughty, naughty little Red, he thought to himself with a smirk,
thrusting deeper with every stroke. His smirk quickly faded, however,
as he felt himself grow closer and closer to the edge. Wanting to
come with her, he reached between them, applying pressure to the
small, swollen nubbin between her legs, causing her to shriek in
pleasure as she came hard around him, her vaginal muscles clamping
down and milking him of every last drop of semen as he too climaxed.
Collapsing on top of her and rolling off to the side, Spike pulled
her with him, cradling her head in the crook of his shoulder.
Willow's chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath, swiping at
the sweat-dampened strands of hair that had fallen into her face.
Reaching over gently, Spike tucked the few loose strands behind her
ear, kissing her softly of the forehead.
"Spike-"
"Willow-"
They laughed nervously, haven spoken up at the same time. "You go
first," he insisted.
"I was just going to say how amazing that was," she gushed. "I mean,
wow. It was just...incredible. At least I thought so," she said
uncertainly. "What were you going to say?"
"I was just making sure everything was alright," he said
uncomfortably. "I mean, I didn't know how you were gonna feel about
all of this when it was over. I don't want you to hate me, Red."
"Spike! I don't hate you!" she exclaimed. "Why would I hate you?" He
shrugged uncomfortably, not quite meeting her eyes. "Look, I don't
regret it if that is what you're thinking, although if we could not
tell Buffy about this just yet, that would probably be a good thing."
"So you're not mad?" Spike asked in relief. "I was just afraid that
after it was all over with you would get freaked out and wonder what
the hell you were thinking. That of course would be followed by a
full confession to the Slayer, after which she would promptly stake
me."
Willow laughed at his babbling. "There will be no staking, don't
worry," she reassured him. "My only concern is...will I see you
again?" She looked away from him, knowing that she wouldn't be able
to ask him what she wanted to know if she had to look him in the
eye. "I mean, was this like a one time only thing?"
"Do you want it to be?" he asked nervously. He reached out, hooking
his index finger under her chin and turning her head until she was
forced to look at him. "Because I don't want it to be."
"Me either," she said, throwing her arms around him tightly. Suddenly
she stiffened, hearing Buffy's voice ringing out down the hall. "Oh
my god, that's Buffy! She's coming," she said frantically, throwing
back the covers and scrambling for her clothes. "You have to go!"
"Bloody hell!" Spike hissed, nearly tripping over himself as he
hopped on one leg, trying to pull his pants on. Pulling his shirt
over his head quickly and grabbing his boots, he stopped long enough
to give Willow a quick kiss before heading for the window.
"Wait," she called out, stopping him before he could climb out. "When
will I see you again?"
"The Slayer patrols about this time every night, right?" he asked.
Willow nodded quickly. "Right then. I'll come see you tomorrow night
then, same time, same place." With that, he bailed through the window
just as Buffy was opening the door. Willow winced quietly when she
heard him crash into the bushes below.
"What was that?" Buffy asked, walking over to the window and peering
out. Willow crossed her fingers and said a quick prayer, hoping that
he had managed to get himself out of sight in time. "Huh. Must have
been a cat or something," Buffy said, shrugging her shoulders. "So,
Will, how was your night?" she asked.
"Oh not much," Willow lied smoothly. "You know, just sitting around,
listening to music."
"Sounds like fun," Buffy said dryly. Taking a real look around the
wrecked room for the first time, Buffy wrinkled her brow in
bewilderment. "Hey, Will?"
