Getting Over It

‘The world has gone insane,’ Buffy thought as she watched the scene unfolding before her. It had all started that morning when she had woken to find a very naked Willow, wrapped tightly around her, fast asleep. Of course she did what most people in that situation would, she squealed like a little girl, and gave the redhead a hard shove onto the floor. Willow was so mortified to realize that she had been sleeping with Buffy without a stitch on, that she grabbed her blanket around her and made up a lame excuse about sleepwalking.

Then the blonde slayer arrived at Giles’ apartment, only to discover that her misguided watcher had decided to let Spike loose. Apparently the neutered vamp had somehow received several cuts on his arms and chest, presumably from his restraints, and while Giles was not above letting Spike suffer, he didn’t want vampire blood all over his bathroom. Originally he had only planned to move the captive to the living room, and tie him to a chair, but since it was still daylight out, and Spike had made no efforts to leave, Giles decided to try letting his undead houseguest have a modicum of freedom, in hopes that he would quit whining all the time.

Buffy watched with a scowl as Spike fixed himself a hot cup of blood and grabbed a magazine before stretching out on the couch without bothering to take his boots off. Giles had gone in to have a shower, leaving her with instructions to watch him closely. Secretly she was hoping he would try something, anything, so she would have an excuse to stake him, but he simply lay there reading, ignoring the slayer’s stare. That is until Willow walked in the door, then things got really weird.

“Hello Willow,” Spike said somewhat breathlessly, jumping up, as the redhead stumbled in the door.

“We’re letting him run loose now?” Willow asked, more than a little surprised.

“Yeah, Giles wanted to give it a try. It’s a long story involving blood and what a pain it is to get out of the bathroom grout. You don’t want to know,” the blonde slayer answered, still annoyed with the situation.

“You’re right, I don’t want to know.”

Her whole day had been a disaster. After the ‘incident’ with Buffy, Willow was so shaken, that she lost track of time and was twenty minutes late to her computer science class, at which point her professor yelled at her in front of everyone for ‘interrupting lecture’. At lunch, Buffy stood her up, although after their morning debacle, she was somewhat more content eating alone. That is, until she accidentally dumped her spaghetti down her front, ruining her favorite sweater and skirt. Then, on her way back to the dorm to change, the strap broke on her shoulder bag, and her psychology book fell in a puddle. By the time she arrived at Giles’, she was emotionally exhausted, and doing her best not to cry.

Willow looked at Spike wearily. She still was unsure if anything had happened between them during her blackout, and frankly she didn’t want to know. Right now, all she wanted was to forget this day had ever happened, and get on with the researching. She grabbed a copy of Gerhart’s compendium of witchcraft and demonology, and slumped heavily into the corner chair.

Spike tried to rein his emotions in, he was the big bad, not some poof like his sire. He took several calming breaths, but having no need for air, it wasn’t terribly effective. Finished with his blood, he carried the mug into the kitchen, looking for some excuse to talk to Willow.

“While I’m up, do you want anything, Red?” he asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant.

“What? Um, no I’m good,” she responded, not looking up from her book.

“Are you sure, luv? I could make you a nice spot of tea to help calm your nerves.”

“I’ll take a diet coke,” Buffy called out to Spike, but he simply ignored her.

“I’m fine Spike, really,” Willow said, ignoring Buffy as well.

“Well, how about a soda? Or maybe a brandy? I think the watcher’s got another bottle around here somewhere,” Spike started rummaging around, looking.

“Hey, I said I wanted a diet coke,” Buffy called out a little louder.

“I don’t want anything. I just want to sit and read about demons. So, if you don’t mind,” Willow was starting to get irritated. What was wrong with Spike, that all of a sudden he wanted to play the good host?

“What am I invisible here?! Oh god, I’m not am I?” Buffy squealed.

“Good lord, Buffy. What are you shouting for?” Giles asked, emerging from the bathroom.

“Giles! You can see me right?”

“What? Of course I can see you. What is going on?”

“Spike and Willow were ignoring me,” she whined.

“Willow?” Giles asked, turning to see the pale redhead in the corner. Suddenly his face flushed red with the memory of his rather erotic dreams the previous evening. “I-I-I didn’t hear you come in. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked, shuffling off to the kitchen awkwardly, wanting to put some space between him and the young girl with the lamp like eyes.

“Do I look thirsty or something?” Willow asked no one in particular.

“What is wrong with you two?” Buffy addressed the two men standing in the kitchen, trying to look useful, “Have you both gone insane? Or is this just some weird British thing?” She didn’t know why they were acting so strange around her little hacker buddy, but she sure wanted to find out.

However, the watcher and vampire simply made mumbled excuses and shuffled their feet. Buffy threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. Then, grabbing Giles by the arm dragged him out the door, to get on with her training. Since they were currently without a proper training space, this meant daily trips to the U.C. Sunnydale gym, although Giles promised that soon he would come up with a more private alternative. He told her he felt she needed a place where she could concentrate, but what he meant was that he wanted her to spend less time ogling frat boys, and more on honing her fighting skills.

“We’ll be back in a few hours, Will; can you keep an eye on fangless until we get back?”

“Hey! I’m ‘not’ fangless, I just can’t bite anybody at the moment,” Spike complained, his pride wounded.

“Sure Buffy, no problem,” Willow replied, going back to her reading.

Spike waited a few moments to be sure the pair had actually left before approaching the redhead. She appeared to be engrossed in her book, but the quickening of her heart rate as he approached her, gave her away. He hesitated a moment, unsure how to handle the situation. Spike had always been the aggressor in any situation, but this new turn of events with Willow had thrown him for a loop. Suddenly he found himself in the submissive role, and loving it more than he cared to admit. If anyone ever found out that he had become the willing sex slave of the slayer’s mousy little friend, he would be a laughing stock. But they didn’t know her like he did. There was something dangerous about her. At moments she seemed to have a complete lack of compassion about her that he could only describe as demonic, and while this aspect of her personality did call to his demon within, it was her total package that was driving him insane with desire. The way she would run hot and cold, how she could be the sweetest little girl you ever met one moment, and a completely ruthless vixen the next.

He wanted all of her, not just the fiery sex goddess that had driven him over the edge of sanity with her abusive nymphomaniac routine. He wanted the shy Willow as well, the one who blushed every time he looked at her too intensely. The one who was better with books and computers than with people, and yet was willing to do anything, including giving her own life, to help one of her friends. He had seen how the others treated her, took advantage of her, but she never complained, she was content just to be needed. And now he needed her. He stood three feet away from her, frozen by his own fear of rejection. He watched her pinnguengue run across her rosy lips and thought to himself how he would give up everything for just one kiss.

“What do you want, Spike?” Willow asked somewhat uncomfortably.

“What? Oh, nothing. I was going back to the kitchen, and thought you might like something, a drink maybe?”

‘How long had he been standing there staring at her?’ he wondered, ‘God I’m just like the bloody poof!’ he groaned inwardly.

“I must look thirsty today,” she practically yelled in frustration. She didn’t know what Spike’s game was, but after the day she’d had, she wasn’t in the mood for it, “Fine! I’ll take a diet coke!” She relented in hopes that he woueaveeave her alone.

“I’m sorry, pet, I wasn’t trying to make you mad, I just wanted to make you feel better, looked like you were having a bad day,” he said softly, somewhat taken aback by her sudden mood swing, as he headed back to the kitchen.

Willow sighed heavily before pulling herself to her feet and heading to the kitchen after him. She had really been on edge lately, and had had a spectacularly bad day, but she didn’t mean to take it out on anyone else. Spike wasn’t exactly a friend, and after the incident with him the other day and his rather suggestive references to her new vampire bite, she had been doing her best to avoid him, but that was no excuse for her to be rude. He had been trying to be nice for a change, and it was wrong of her to hurt his feelings like she did. By the time she reached the kitchen, he was already pouring her drink into a glass of ice, seemingly lost in thought. It must be hard on him, she thought, going through such a big change, having to reject your very nature and rely on your worst enemies to care for you. He could use a friend, and that was what Willow did best, she was a friend of the underdog.

“Spike, I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

“Arrrrrrrgh!” Spike yelled, startled out of his thoughts, and flinging the glass of ice cold soda across the both of them. “Jesus, Red! You shouldn’t sneak up on a fellow like that! If I were alive you could’ve given me a heart attack!”

He turned to face her then, her expression frozen with a look of shock, soda dripping from her face, and coating her T-shirt, the cold liquid making her nipples harden in protest. ‘Oops,’ he thought, ‘better do something quick, or she’s just gonna kill me.’ However, ha had no idea what he could do to remedy the situation, so he did the next best thing. Taking advantage of her temporary stunned state, he grabbed her around the waste, pulling her close, and kissed her hard.

For a moment, she remained frozen in shock, as her brain worked hard to catch up. Spike was kissing her? Spike was kissing her! She tried to push him away, but her traitorous body pulled him closer instead as her eyes closed and she felt the wave of sensation washing over her body. His tongue was cool, but not unpleasant as it gently explored her mouth. Turning to press her body up against the refrigerator, he leaned against her, his firm, muscular chest, pressing against her pert breasts. She could feel his arousal against her stomach, and moaned into his mouth, wanting to feel him inside her. This was wrong, and she knew it, but at that moment, none of it mattered. For the first time in a long while, she felt alive and magical, as a searing heat passed though her body, starting with her lips and spreading to her core.

Spike couldn’t believe his luck, she was letting him kiss her! Before she had been adamantly against such an intimate act, wanting only more carnal pleasures, but now…. She tasted so sweet, like ambrosia, and that scent. It was driving him wild, as the fragrance of here arousal wafted up to him, with an intoxicating effect. He was finally going to be able to posses helly,lly, light and dark, innocence and depravity, all for him.

“Willow, are you still here?” Buffy called out, as she came back through the door, and started looking around for her forgotten bag.

“Buffy! Oh god, what are you doing back here?!” Willow asked as she shot out of the kitchen like a bullet, her face flushed and wearing a guilty expression.

“I forgot my bag. What happened to you?”

“What?! Nothing! Nothing happened to me! I, we, I mean, nothing! Why do you ask?!” Willow babbled, her face turning an even darker shade of red.

“Your shirt, it looks like you spilled something on it. Are you ok? You’ve been acting really weird lately,” Buffy asked, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine, well not fine exactly, I mean, I’m not feeling so good, I’m going to go back to the dorm and lay down, do you mind calling Xander and having him come to vamp sit?” she rambled, without pausing to breath. Then, without waiting for a reply, she grabbed her things and rushed out the door.

“Sure, no sweat,” Buffy yelled after her friend’s retreating form before shutting the door again. Then she turned on the blonde vamp, with daggers in her eyes. “Ok, Spike, what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” he ground out bitterly, giving her the look of death as well, “Nothing happened at all.”

‘Stupid slayer always has to spoil everything!’ he thought, as he stormed into the bathroom, and stripped down to have a shower. He let the hot water pour over him, washing away the sticky soda. He needed to find a way to be alone with Red for awhile, someplace nice. He wanted to show her just how special she was, convince her that she belonged with him. His lips still itched with the intensity of their kiss, just thinking about it made his desire bubble up again. The scalding liquid stung his skin where the multitudes of shallow cuts were rapidly healing. Yep, he thought, he had finally found the one.

To be continued…