The Substitute
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,879
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Lesson From Buffy
“Buffy, can I ask you something?” Willow asked, somewhat nervously.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“If you wanted to get someone’s attention, how would you go about it?”
“What do you mean, Will?”
“You know, get someone to notice you…” Buffy turned at this and gave the redhead a long stare.
“Someone like who? Will, you vixen, has some hot chickie stolen your heart?”
“No, not exactly. I just thought that since Tara and I aren’t getting back together, that maybe I should, you know, start dating again.”
“That’s great, Will, you should get back in the saddle, or on the horse, or something like that. Is there a gay version of that saying?”
“No, I think it’s pretty much preference free,” Willow said, rolling her eyes when Buffy turned her back.
“Anyway, how is it you want me to help you? ‘Cause you know, not really the girl on girl expert here.”
“Actually I was wanting your advice about a guy…”
“A guy! Oh my god, Wills! Are you heading back to boys-town?! Because this totally changes everything! I mean I already got you a flannel shirt for your birthday, so that will have to go right back, and does this mean I don’t have to pretend to like Ani Di Franco anymore? Because you know I never really liked her. All her songs are just so whiny.”
“Hey, I like her music! And why did you get me a flannel shirt in the first place? I mean have you ever seen me wear flannel?”
“Well, no, but you are a gay woman.”
“So. Haven’t you ever heard of a lipstick lesbian?”
“A what? Oh really, Will, what does it matter anyway, you’re back to wanting boy toys, or is that being a boy toy? In any case, you like guys again!”
“Well ‘a’ guy, as in ‘one’, and it’s not like serious or anything. I just thought I could use a little distraction in my life, and what’s more distracting than smoochies, right?”
“Right! So how can I help?”
“Well, I thought since I don’t have much experience with guys, maybe you could tell me the secret to getting their attention?”
“Oh, well that’s easy. Clothes!”
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‘Heel, toe, heel, toe. How could I let Buffy talk me into these shoes? I’m going to break an ankle!’ Willow thought in frustration as she focused all her energy on staying up right in the four inch spike heels. She was supposed to look sexy in her new shoes and skin tight leather mini skirt, but she felt more trashy than hot. Her ‘seductive sway’ looked more like a hazardous wobble as she carefully weaved between the various patrons of the Bronze and scanned the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of Spike. She put her arms out to the side to help her balance and instantly regretted it as the motion made her already too short halter-top rise up to the point of being a bit obscene.
One thing was for sure, she was definitely getting attention. With her arms periodically flailing wildly to regain her balance, she was quickly drawing the eyes of everyone around her. She could see the faces of numerous girls laughing at her and her lack of feminine skills, and felt her face flush crimson as she secretly cursed Buffy for bailing on her at the last minute, forcing her to go out on her own. She had almost chickened out and stayed home, but then she remembered something Amy had said about always staying home alone in high school, and decided she didn’t want to be that girl anymore.
Willow scanned the crowd again, and finally caught sight of shocking blonde hair and a familiar leather duster over by the bar. ‘Okay,’ she thought, ‘Be cool. Just walk over there and offer to buy the guy a drink.’ She smoothed down her skirt, took a deep breath and did her best to look alluring as she stumbled her way toward the bar. Spike turned with beer in hand to find a quiet place to sit or possibly rouse up a game of pool or darts, when he saw her coming his way. For a moment he didn’t recognize her with her new ‘come hither and fuck me’ look, not to mention the way she was swaying back and forth, clearly indicating she was drunk. What the hell was going on with that chit lately? He had to admit though; she looked damn good, in a trashy sort of way.
Spike started walking in her direction, determined to find out what the girl was up to, when Willow in her best attempt to look seductive, maintained eye contact just a little too long, not seeing the man sitting at the table just to her right until she tripped over his foot and went down like a ton of bricks. It was like some kind of nightmare, as the redhead felt her ankle give out with a sharp stab of pain, falling directly on the unsuspecting man, knocking his chair over backwards. When it was all over, Willow found herself with her face in a stranger’s crotch, and her ass up in the air, giving everyone around a free peak at her smiley face panties. She lifted her face slightly to apologize to the person she had just accosted, only to see him leering back at her as he laughed drunkenly and stared down her top.
“Let me give you a hand there, Red,” a familiar voice said from above her.
To be continued…
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“If you wanted to get someone’s attention, how would you go about it?”
“What do you mean, Will?”
“You know, get someone to notice you…” Buffy turned at this and gave the redhead a long stare.
“Someone like who? Will, you vixen, has some hot chickie stolen your heart?”
“No, not exactly. I just thought that since Tara and I aren’t getting back together, that maybe I should, you know, start dating again.”
“That’s great, Will, you should get back in the saddle, or on the horse, or something like that. Is there a gay version of that saying?”
“No, I think it’s pretty much preference free,” Willow said, rolling her eyes when Buffy turned her back.
“Anyway, how is it you want me to help you? ‘Cause you know, not really the girl on girl expert here.”
“Actually I was wanting your advice about a guy…”
“A guy! Oh my god, Wills! Are you heading back to boys-town?! Because this totally changes everything! I mean I already got you a flannel shirt for your birthday, so that will have to go right back, and does this mean I don’t have to pretend to like Ani Di Franco anymore? Because you know I never really liked her. All her songs are just so whiny.”
“Hey, I like her music! And why did you get me a flannel shirt in the first place? I mean have you ever seen me wear flannel?”
“Well, no, but you are a gay woman.”
“So. Haven’t you ever heard of a lipstick lesbian?”
“A what? Oh really, Will, what does it matter anyway, you’re back to wanting boy toys, or is that being a boy toy? In any case, you like guys again!”
“Well ‘a’ guy, as in ‘one’, and it’s not like serious or anything. I just thought I could use a little distraction in my life, and what’s more distracting than smoochies, right?”
“Right! So how can I help?”
“Well, I thought since I don’t have much experience with guys, maybe you could tell me the secret to getting their attention?”
“Oh, well that’s easy. Clothes!”
@@@@@@@@@@
‘Heel, toe, heel, toe. How could I let Buffy talk me into these shoes? I’m going to break an ankle!’ Willow thought in frustration as she focused all her energy on staying up right in the four inch spike heels. She was supposed to look sexy in her new shoes and skin tight leather mini skirt, but she felt more trashy than hot. Her ‘seductive sway’ looked more like a hazardous wobble as she carefully weaved between the various patrons of the Bronze and scanned the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of Spike. She put her arms out to the side to help her balance and instantly regretted it as the motion made her already too short halter-top rise up to the point of being a bit obscene.
One thing was for sure, she was definitely getting attention. With her arms periodically flailing wildly to regain her balance, she was quickly drawing the eyes of everyone around her. She could see the faces of numerous girls laughing at her and her lack of feminine skills, and felt her face flush crimson as she secretly cursed Buffy for bailing on her at the last minute, forcing her to go out on her own. She had almost chickened out and stayed home, but then she remembered something Amy had said about always staying home alone in high school, and decided she didn’t want to be that girl anymore.
Willow scanned the crowd again, and finally caught sight of shocking blonde hair and a familiar leather duster over by the bar. ‘Okay,’ she thought, ‘Be cool. Just walk over there and offer to buy the guy a drink.’ She smoothed down her skirt, took a deep breath and did her best to look alluring as she stumbled her way toward the bar. Spike turned with beer in hand to find a quiet place to sit or possibly rouse up a game of pool or darts, when he saw her coming his way. For a moment he didn’t recognize her with her new ‘come hither and fuck me’ look, not to mention the way she was swaying back and forth, clearly indicating she was drunk. What the hell was going on with that chit lately? He had to admit though; she looked damn good, in a trashy sort of way.
Spike started walking in her direction, determined to find out what the girl was up to, when Willow in her best attempt to look seductive, maintained eye contact just a little too long, not seeing the man sitting at the table just to her right until she tripped over his foot and went down like a ton of bricks. It was like some kind of nightmare, as the redhead felt her ankle give out with a sharp stab of pain, falling directly on the unsuspecting man, knocking his chair over backwards. When it was all over, Willow found herself with her face in a stranger’s crotch, and her ass up in the air, giving everyone around a free peak at her smiley face panties. She lifted her face slightly to apologize to the person she had just accosted, only to see him leering back at her as he laughed drunkenly and stared down her top.
“Let me give you a hand there, Red,” a familiar voice said from above her.
To be continued…