The Blizzard
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Adult ++
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6
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part three
The Blizzard 3/6
Author: My Reality Girl
Pairing: W/S (is there any other?)
Rating: Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was - just borrowing
Feedback: I live for it - feedback to myrealitygirl@yahoo.com,
Thanks to:SPIKESBUFFYBOT1,"jenni" (if you wanna see you name here send me feedback-please!!! - as you can see I’m not above begging and it’s not pretty!)
Summary: When the pair are sent out in to the snow - who knew things would get so hot. ;)
Authors notes :<> indicate thoughts, * *indicates song lyrics.
Note: Tried something new, what do you think?
Part 3 - Willow
Willow awoke early the next morning, her mind a little fuzzy about why she was in bed fully clothed.
< SHIT >
She remembered.
Spike - hands of Spike - kitchen - hands in naughty places. Okay, in NICE naughty places.
< I’m going to be seeing him in a few hours . How the hell am I supposed to react around him?, Kiss him ‘Hello’? Leer suggestively in his general direction? Pretend nothing happened ? On the other hand, maybe I’ll just jump his hard, tight little body as soon as I clap eyes on him! >
Willow flopped back on the bed, a small moan of frustration escaping her lips.
< Maybe he’ll act as if nothing happened - it’s not like we had the full - er -well it’s not like HE had got a happy >
Willow felt a small smile tug at her lips as the memory of her own happy surfaced, thinking back to the previous evening.
When he had first kissed her she had been surprised, but what had happened in the kitchen had almost knocked her socks off.
< Didn’t lose your socks though did you?, lost your shirt instead, and my bra. That’s a point - where the hell is that? >
When Spike had crept up behind her in the kitchen, she thought she was going to melt - she hadn’t realised just how sexy that accent of his was, but once he was whispering in her ear her insides all but turned to mush.
Willow frowned, a crease forming on her forehead as she nibbled on her lip, her face a picture of pure concentration.
< Why didn’t he have a happy? Maybe he did, later - but he didn’t want to have one with ME!, Maybe after what happened in the kitchen he didn’t want to, that’s it! I must have repulsed him. >
Willow covered her face with her hands, embarrassment and humiliation waging a battle in her stomach.
Stumbling from the bed she wandered into the bathroom - praying to whichever god took care of horny fools.
< What the hell am I going to say to him, why didn’t I have the strength to resist him? >
She moaned again, leaning her head against the cool tile of the shower stall.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, her head jerked up - she remembered.
< Strength, That’s what Spike said - I’d need my strength WHEN we made love - not shag or screw or any of those other gross names he usually used. Oh goddess! When? >
Stepping under the spray of the shower, as the warm water flowed over her skin, her mind was racing at a mile a minute - trying to pinpoint the moment when things changed between them both.
She knew that she’d always liked Spike, Even when he was evil he was always kinda fun to have around.
You never knew what his warped brain would think up next.
Willow understood that the only reason he was with them now was because of the chip - but that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave, go to another town.
Hell, he could always go stay with Angel in L.A, It wasn’t like he hadn’t been offered the chance of a job, place to stay, random violence and all the cows blood he could handle.
Spike had turned it down flat - telling Angel that he WANTED to stay in Sunnydale.
< What keeps him here? >
Climbing from the shower she grabbed a towel, wrapping herself in the fluffiness she padded through to her room, her mind still fixed on the blonde vamp - he had somehow become a friend, at least he wasn’t trying to kill them any more.
Willow smiled remembering the first time she had seen him.
He had lured Buffy outside out at the Bronze, he had watched her fight and stake a vamp, then calmly informed her he was going kill her.
[ “What happens Saturday?” ]
[ “I kill you” ]
He had been so cool, cold and calculating - standing there in his black jeans, black T, red shirt and of course his ever present leather duster.
< WOW >
He would have killed Buffy too, on parent teacher night, if Mrs Summers hadn’t hit him with an axe.
It was odd to think that he and Joyce were buddies now too - Spike would often go round to Buffy’s house to watch ‘Passions’, Giles didn’t mind as long as he didn’t have to have the ‘mind numbing rubbish’ on in his apartment.
In truth, Spike didn’t have to watch TV at his place anymore, little over a month ago, Spike had found his own place.
Which made it even odder, he was there just as much, it seemed as before.
< He has his own place now, gets paid in blood and cigarettes, why does he continue to hang out on research night? It’s not like he does much more than annoy everyone, well everyone except me >
Willow mused, opening her wardrobe pulling out jeans and a jade green jumper, thinking back to the scene she had witnessed a couple of weeks earlier.
She has been asked by Giles’s if she would pick up a book for him from the ‘Magic Shop’.
The shop had had many owners - one of whom Spike had murdered and another whose life had been taken by Dru.
It was now owned by Mr Bogety - a nice old guy, who Willow hoped would be able to do what the previous owners hadn’t.
Retire to Florida and live out his days watching fat grandchildren playing on the beach.
As Willow entered Giles’s apartment complex she could hear raised voices - raised British voices.
Smiling slightly she shook her head.
< They’re at it again, wonder what Spike’s done this time? >
Pushing open the front door, she spotted Spike and Giles almost nose to nose, shouting at each other.
The English insults making her grin, she understood most of them but they still made her grin, the two accents - so different and yet so similar hurling abuse in their native tongue.
< That’s why they do it I bet >
“Why the bloody hell are you here Spike?, I thought once you’d got your own flat I’d have a bit of peace and quiet for a Sodding change!” Giles shouted.
Spike shrugged his shoulder’s “Me telly’s on the blink init? - Wanna watch ‘Passions’ and Joyce is out. Do you really think I’d spend more time here than I poxy well have to?”
“I’ll tape it, just piss off - I want some peace and Willow will be here soon - There’s research to do!”
“Bollocks - watching telly, now go make me a cup a’ char, cheers mate” Spike told him flopping down on to the sofa, remote control in one hand cigarette in the other.
Willow couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing.
Giles whipped round, rolling his eyes he sighed “This time I know I locked the bloody door” ,stomping off into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
Spike’s head popped up over the back of the sofa “Hi ya pet, what’s so bleeding funny?” He grinned.
“You two, you just love arguing don’t you” She chuckled.
Spike looked towards the kitchen, making sure Giles’s had his back turned. Seeing that he had he nodded quickly, then pressed a finger to his lips - their secret.
Willow nodded, and was rewarded with a wink.
Coming back to the present, she smiled at the memory - then suddenly sat up straight, realising why Spike still hung out with them all.
< He’s lonely! >
Willow knew she was right, Spike couldn’t hang out with demons anymore - he wasn’t one of them and since he’d been helping the Slayer, he now wasn’t trusted.
Also he couldn’t hang out with ‘normal people’, as Angel had once said .
[ “I may walk like a man, but I’m not one.” ]
Willow finished getting ready, running the brush through her hair, she hoped Spike would be there that night - they needed to talk, and soon.
Willow needed to know if Spike felt anything for her. She couldn’t be with him if the only reason he was there was because he lonelonely.
Willow also had to figure out her own feelings, she had always liked Spike, but why now did she LIKE LIKE Spike?
Pulling on her boots she set off for Giles’s place, Knowing that Spike wouldn’t be there yet - maybe she should stop by his new apartment?, have the first meeting away from prying eyes - not totiontion a certain Slayers Mr Pointy.
TBC
Author: My Reality Girl
Pairing: W/S (is there any other?)
Rating: Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was - just borrowing
Feedback: I live for it - feedback to myrealitygirl@yahoo.com,
Thanks to:SPIKESBUFFYBOT1,"jenni" (if you wanna see you name here send me feedback-please!!! - as you can see I’m not above begging and it’s not pretty!)
Summary: When the pair are sent out in to the snow - who knew things would get so hot. ;)
Authors notes :<> indicate thoughts, * *indicates song lyrics.
Note: Tried something new, what do you think?
Part 3 - Willow
Willow awoke early the next morning, her mind a little fuzzy about why she was in bed fully clothed.
< SHIT >
She remembered.
Spike - hands of Spike - kitchen - hands in naughty places. Okay, in NICE naughty places.
< I’m going to be seeing him in a few hours . How the hell am I supposed to react around him?, Kiss him ‘Hello’? Leer suggestively in his general direction? Pretend nothing happened ? On the other hand, maybe I’ll just jump his hard, tight little body as soon as I clap eyes on him! >
Willow flopped back on the bed, a small moan of frustration escaping her lips.
< Maybe he’ll act as if nothing happened - it’s not like we had the full - er -well it’s not like HE had got a happy >
Willow felt a small smile tug at her lips as the memory of her own happy surfaced, thinking back to the previous evening.
When he had first kissed her she had been surprised, but what had happened in the kitchen had almost knocked her socks off.
< Didn’t lose your socks though did you?, lost your shirt instead, and my bra. That’s a point - where the hell is that? >
When Spike had crept up behind her in the kitchen, she thought she was going to melt - she hadn’t realised just how sexy that accent of his was, but once he was whispering in her ear her insides all but turned to mush.
Willow frowned, a crease forming on her forehead as she nibbled on her lip, her face a picture of pure concentration.
< Why didn’t he have a happy? Maybe he did, later - but he didn’t want to have one with ME!, Maybe after what happened in the kitchen he didn’t want to, that’s it! I must have repulsed him. >
Willow covered her face with her hands, embarrassment and humiliation waging a battle in her stomach.
Stumbling from the bed she wandered into the bathroom - praying to whichever god took care of horny fools.
< What the hell am I going to say to him, why didn’t I have the strength to resist him? >
She moaned again, leaning her head against the cool tile of the shower stall.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, her head jerked up - she remembered.
< Strength, That’s what Spike said - I’d need my strength WHEN we made love - not shag or screw or any of those other gross names he usually used. Oh goddess! When? >
Stepping under the spray of the shower, as the warm water flowed over her skin, her mind was racing at a mile a minute - trying to pinpoint the moment when things changed between them both.
She knew that she’d always liked Spike, Even when he was evil he was always kinda fun to have around.
You never knew what his warped brain would think up next.
Willow understood that the only reason he was with them now was because of the chip - but that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave, go to another town.
Hell, he could always go stay with Angel in L.A, It wasn’t like he hadn’t been offered the chance of a job, place to stay, random violence and all the cows blood he could handle.
Spike had turned it down flat - telling Angel that he WANTED to stay in Sunnydale.
< What keeps him here? >
Climbing from the shower she grabbed a towel, wrapping herself in the fluffiness she padded through to her room, her mind still fixed on the blonde vamp - he had somehow become a friend, at least he wasn’t trying to kill them any more.
Willow smiled remembering the first time she had seen him.
He had lured Buffy outside out at the Bronze, he had watched her fight and stake a vamp, then calmly informed her he was going kill her.
[ “What happens Saturday?” ]
[ “I kill you” ]
He had been so cool, cold and calculating - standing there in his black jeans, black T, red shirt and of course his ever present leather duster.
< WOW >
He would have killed Buffy too, on parent teacher night, if Mrs Summers hadn’t hit him with an axe.
It was odd to think that he and Joyce were buddies now too - Spike would often go round to Buffy’s house to watch ‘Passions’, Giles didn’t mind as long as he didn’t have to have the ‘mind numbing rubbish’ on in his apartment.
In truth, Spike didn’t have to watch TV at his place anymore, little over a month ago, Spike had found his own place.
Which made it even odder, he was there just as much, it seemed as before.
< He has his own place now, gets paid in blood and cigarettes, why does he continue to hang out on research night? It’s not like he does much more than annoy everyone, well everyone except me >
Willow mused, opening her wardrobe pulling out jeans and a jade green jumper, thinking back to the scene she had witnessed a couple of weeks earlier.
She has been asked by Giles’s if she would pick up a book for him from the ‘Magic Shop’.
The shop had had many owners - one of whom Spike had murdered and another whose life had been taken by Dru.
It was now owned by Mr Bogety - a nice old guy, who Willow hoped would be able to do what the previous owners hadn’t.
Retire to Florida and live out his days watching fat grandchildren playing on the beach.
As Willow entered Giles’s apartment complex she could hear raised voices - raised British voices.
Smiling slightly she shook her head.
< They’re at it again, wonder what Spike’s done this time? >
Pushing open the front door, she spotted Spike and Giles almost nose to nose, shouting at each other.
The English insults making her grin, she understood most of them but they still made her grin, the two accents - so different and yet so similar hurling abuse in their native tongue.
< That’s why they do it I bet >
“Why the bloody hell are you here Spike?, I thought once you’d got your own flat I’d have a bit of peace and quiet for a Sodding change!” Giles shouted.
Spike shrugged his shoulder’s “Me telly’s on the blink init? - Wanna watch ‘Passions’ and Joyce is out. Do you really think I’d spend more time here than I poxy well have to?”
“I’ll tape it, just piss off - I want some peace and Willow will be here soon - There’s research to do!”
“Bollocks - watching telly, now go make me a cup a’ char, cheers mate” Spike told him flopping down on to the sofa, remote control in one hand cigarette in the other.
Willow couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing.
Giles whipped round, rolling his eyes he sighed “This time I know I locked the bloody door” ,stomping off into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
Spike’s head popped up over the back of the sofa “Hi ya pet, what’s so bleeding funny?” He grinned.
“You two, you just love arguing don’t you” She chuckled.
Spike looked towards the kitchen, making sure Giles’s had his back turned. Seeing that he had he nodded quickly, then pressed a finger to his lips - their secret.
Willow nodded, and was rewarded with a wink.
Coming back to the present, she smiled at the memory - then suddenly sat up straight, realising why Spike still hung out with them all.
< He’s lonely! >
Willow knew she was right, Spike couldn’t hang out with demons anymore - he wasn’t one of them and since he’d been helping the Slayer, he now wasn’t trusted.
Also he couldn’t hang out with ‘normal people’, as Angel had once said .
[ “I may walk like a man, but I’m not one.” ]
Willow finished getting ready, running the brush through her hair, she hoped Spike would be there that night - they needed to talk, and soon.
Willow needed to know if Spike felt anything for her. She couldn’t be with him if the only reason he was there was because he lonelonely.
Willow also had to figure out her own feelings, she had always liked Spike, but why now did she LIKE LIKE Spike?
Pulling on her boots she set off for Giles’s place, Knowing that Spike wouldn’t be there yet - maybe she should stop by his new apartment?, have the first meeting away from prying eyes - not totiontion a certain Slayers Mr Pointy.
TBC