Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch
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Chapter 6
Title: Revenge is Best Served with a Side of Witch
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike, and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
A/N: Previous chapters can be found on my site: http://magical-worlds.us/claudia6913/index.html
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Chapter 6
Willow woke slowly; the sun streaming through her windows and bathing her face with light. Looking around, it took her a moment to figure out why she was here at her old house instead of in her dorm room with Buffy.
'Spike and Angel are here, that's why,' she thought. Her face broke out in a wide smile at the thought of her vampiric houseguests. Then she remembered the kisses from each of them. Sighing, Willow laid her head back on the pillow. She didn’t know what to make of that, from either of them. They had been so nervous, unsure, but she had wanted them to kiss her. And they had; and they’d been wonderful.
Angel’s kiss was soft and hesitant, almost like he was afraid to break her. His lips were sweet and softer still. His body had barely touched hers, but she could feel him close to her. Her skin had tingled. He was taller then her, wider then her, but he could never break her, of that she was sure.
Spike’s kiss on the other hand had been powerful, strong, almost demanding. It was odd the differences between the two vampires. Spike had even run his tongue along her lips. She had wanted more, but he had pulled away too quickly. Moreover, where Angel was large and strong, Spike was compact and sleek, like a large cat. She could picture him stalking her. A small shiver of excitement wound its way down her back.
She knew she shouldn't have these...these thoughts for both of them. It would be bad enough if it was just one of them, but to want them both? That was wrong on a level Willow wasn't even sure she knew about.
Plus, Angel! How could she want Angel? He was Buffy's soulmate, her one true love and here Willow was kissing him behind her back. What kind of friend was she? But, no, Angel had kissed her. He'd been the one to press his lips to hers, not her to him. He’d been the one to initiate it.
Willow groaned and buried her head in her pillow. Buffy would hate her for life, she was sure of it. There was no redeeming herself now. Then, there was Spike! She could just imagine the horror on her friends’ faces if they found out. They would cry out that Spike was evil or something like that. But, they didn't know him, couldn't know him like she did.
It had taken her playing twister with Spike to find out that while, yes, he was a demon, he could still be kind and gentle if he wanted to be. And he was funny, made her laugh at his stories. Though they tended to have some very cringe-worthy parts, he at least warned her before he got to them so she could tell him to skip them if she wanted him to. Not that she would ever do that. She liked him, demon and all. Vampire or not.
Dragging herself out of bed finally, Willow made her way to her closet and slipped on her robe. She needed a shower and then food. Shopping was also necessary for today if she were to not only feed herself, but the bottomless pit that was Spike as well. She giggled, remembering how happy he'd been to see she had hot chocolate. She put that on the list too.
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Spike was awake the moment her heartbeat sped up. He lay there, thinking about the dream he'd just had. She, of course had been in it. A vixen, all curves and pouty lips; a vampire as well, fangs and blood. It was enough to have him rethinking everything.
Did he want to turn Willow, ever? He wanted her - yes, forever - definitely. But to make her a vampire? He wasn't so sure. True, he could tell that she would make a lovely and deadly mate, but she wouldn't be the same. She wouldn't be the one with the shy smiles and deep crimson blushes that he had grown to like so much in the past several days.
No, he didn't want her to lose her humanity. He'd just have to find another way around her mortality.
Listening, Spike smiled as she heard her leave her room and head towards where he knew the bathroom to be. Carefully, he slipped on his pants on, going shirtless due to his activities the previous night. He'd have to do laundry, or get some new clothes.
Padding down the stairs barefoot, Spike saw Angel lying on the couch, arm thrown over his head, leg hooked on the back of the couch, and the blanket barely covering him. He contemplated tossing the covers more completely over Angel, but decided not to. He knew Angel would be embarrassed, or thought he would be, if he were caught in that state by Willow.
Scenting the air, Spike could tell that Angel had been involved in other activities, besides sleeping. He could smell him on the air. Powerful, spicy, and familiar. Years and years ago, that sight alone would have made Spike's borrowed blood boil with lust, but now - now he wasn't sure how he felt about Angel. Moreover, he wasn't sure how Angel felt about him.
Spike had recently skewered Angel with hot pokers. Not exactly something one forgets. He had been watching his back lately, waiting for Angel to strike. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for Angel to break him out of the Watcher’s house and suggest that Willow try to remove his chip. There was something there that Spike couldn’t see, some hidden agenda, but he would find out…eventually.
Making his way to the kitchen, Spike decided to be nice and have breakfast waiting for Willow when she got out of the shower. It was the least he could do, especially since she not only gave him a wonderful dream last night to wank off to, but was also for trying to remove his chip. Oh, and had gotten him out of Giles’ tub.
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The shower had been exactly what Willow needed. She stood in front of the mirror, blow-drying her hair, before she dressed quickly and took one last cursory glance in the mirror. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she had dressed up a bit for her guests. Nothing special, just a pair of tight jeans and a nice flow-y peasant shirt. She had lied to herself about the makeup, saying it was because she was going out to the store. Never mind the fact that the billion other times she’d gone out to the store, she’d not worn makeup.
Finally, Willow descended the steps in time to watch the muscles of Angel’s chest ripple before his shirt covered them up. She stopped; watching the play of his fingers as they deftly buttoned each tiny button.
“Morning, Angel,” Willow said, regaining control of herself. ‘Buffy’s, he’s Buffy’s,’ Willow chanted to herself. She smiled as she came down the stairs.
“Good morning. Sleep well?” Angel asked. His eyes darted down to her lips, wanting to taste them again. He watched entranced as Willow closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, causing her chest to stretch the material of her blouse.
“That smells really good,” Willow said, walking in the direction of the scent of food cooking.
Both Angel and Willow walked in on Spike cooking. They looked at each other in shock before turning and watching the scene before them. Spike, who was still shirtless and barefoot, was standing in front of the stove, frying bacon. Willow didn’t realize they even had bacon, let alone waffles. This was definitely a treat and Willow beamed up at Angel as she ran to sit down at the small island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Mornin’ Pet. Hungry?” Spike asked, having heard a small giggle escape her. He turned and his smile dropped when he spotted Angel.
“Goin’ fly fishing, Peaches?”
“What?”
“Hanging your gob open like that, trying to catch flies?” Spike asked. Willow laughed outright and Spike was sure that if Angel could blush, he would have. However, Spike wasn’t sure what that look in Angel’s eyes had meant.
“Right, so what’s on the agenda today? It wouldn’t happen to be ‘Remove Spike’s Chip Day’ would it?” Spike asked, setting a plate out for Willow and himself. The microwave beeped and he took out the two mugs of blood, handing one to Angel.
Willow forked two waffles onto her plate along with three pieces of bacon. It seemed like forever since the last time she had eaten.
“No, but soon. I promise,” Willow said, pouring some maple syrup all over her plate. “I have to go shopping today. I’ve made a grocery list, an herb list, and a general list, but do you guys need anything?”
“I could use some clothes. Got some back at the crypt, but I don’t want you going out there. I’ll grab them tonight,” Spike said, dunking his waffle in his mug of blood. Willow chose not to look and Angel looked horrified. Smiling, Spike took a big bite.
“What about you Angel, do you need anything?” Willow asked.
“What? Oh, uh, no. I can get more clothes later.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m going out now anyways.”
“No, really, it’s ok. I can make a trip tonight. Besides, I don’t want you paying for my clothes.”
“She wouldn’t,” Spike piped up. “You can pay for them mate, know you’ve got the dosh.”
“She doesn’t know-“
“Can I?!” Willow asked, cutting Angel off. She was practically bouncing in her seat.
“But you don’t know what size I wear,” Angel said, glaring at Spike before turning to Willow. Spike would pay for this.
“Nor me, Pet,” Spike said, grinning at Angel’s death glare. He was not going to pass up this opportunity to spend Angel’s money.
“So…just give me your sizes! I love shopping for guys!”
Both Angel and Spike blinked at Willow. This type of excitement was reserved for Angel’s new secretary, Cordelia…not Willow. This was just, well, not like her, and both the vampires knew it.
“What?” Willow asked when she noticed she was being stared at as if she had a second head growing out of her neck.
“Luv, while I appreciate the enthusiasm for spending Peaches money, because I’d be like that too, you aren’t one for shopping,” Spike said, smiling. Willow was infectious. Her happiness filtered through him and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bouncy himself.
“Yeah, well, I hate shopping for myself, but I love shopping for others.”
“Fine,” Angel said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. It was still odd to him, to carry around a wallet, but he’d started doing it when he had gotten credit card bills from Neiman Marcus. Seemed Cordelia had been rifling through his desk when he wasn’t there and had treated herself to a bonus. He took out a card and handed it to Willow.
“Thanks!” Willow said, beaming and placing a small kiss on Angel’s cheek.
“Oi! Don’t I get one of those? I didn’t hand you money, but I did bloody well cook breakfast,” Spike said indignantly. There was no way Angel would get a kiss and he wouldn’t.
Willow smiled, blushed, then got up and walked slowly over to Spike. As soon as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, Spike turned his head, kissing her on the lips. She pulled away quickly with a startled gasp. He just smiled and winked.
“Go on with you, the sooner you go, the sooner you come back. Then, maybe we can talk about my sodding chip and getting those bastards that put it in there.”
Willow nodded and grabbed the list. She waved goodbye and walked out of the house.
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike, and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
A/N: Previous chapters can be found on my site: http://magical-worlds.us/claudia6913/index.html
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Chapter 6
Willow woke slowly; the sun streaming through her windows and bathing her face with light. Looking around, it took her a moment to figure out why she was here at her old house instead of in her dorm room with Buffy.
'Spike and Angel are here, that's why,' she thought. Her face broke out in a wide smile at the thought of her vampiric houseguests. Then she remembered the kisses from each of them. Sighing, Willow laid her head back on the pillow. She didn’t know what to make of that, from either of them. They had been so nervous, unsure, but she had wanted them to kiss her. And they had; and they’d been wonderful.
Angel’s kiss was soft and hesitant, almost like he was afraid to break her. His lips were sweet and softer still. His body had barely touched hers, but she could feel him close to her. Her skin had tingled. He was taller then her, wider then her, but he could never break her, of that she was sure.
Spike’s kiss on the other hand had been powerful, strong, almost demanding. It was odd the differences between the two vampires. Spike had even run his tongue along her lips. She had wanted more, but he had pulled away too quickly. Moreover, where Angel was large and strong, Spike was compact and sleek, like a large cat. She could picture him stalking her. A small shiver of excitement wound its way down her back.
She knew she shouldn't have these...these thoughts for both of them. It would be bad enough if it was just one of them, but to want them both? That was wrong on a level Willow wasn't even sure she knew about.
Plus, Angel! How could she want Angel? He was Buffy's soulmate, her one true love and here Willow was kissing him behind her back. What kind of friend was she? But, no, Angel had kissed her. He'd been the one to press his lips to hers, not her to him. He’d been the one to initiate it.
Willow groaned and buried her head in her pillow. Buffy would hate her for life, she was sure of it. There was no redeeming herself now. Then, there was Spike! She could just imagine the horror on her friends’ faces if they found out. They would cry out that Spike was evil or something like that. But, they didn't know him, couldn't know him like she did.
It had taken her playing twister with Spike to find out that while, yes, he was a demon, he could still be kind and gentle if he wanted to be. And he was funny, made her laugh at his stories. Though they tended to have some very cringe-worthy parts, he at least warned her before he got to them so she could tell him to skip them if she wanted him to. Not that she would ever do that. She liked him, demon and all. Vampire or not.
Dragging herself out of bed finally, Willow made her way to her closet and slipped on her robe. She needed a shower and then food. Shopping was also necessary for today if she were to not only feed herself, but the bottomless pit that was Spike as well. She giggled, remembering how happy he'd been to see she had hot chocolate. She put that on the list too.
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Spike was awake the moment her heartbeat sped up. He lay there, thinking about the dream he'd just had. She, of course had been in it. A vixen, all curves and pouty lips; a vampire as well, fangs and blood. It was enough to have him rethinking everything.
Did he want to turn Willow, ever? He wanted her - yes, forever - definitely. But to make her a vampire? He wasn't so sure. True, he could tell that she would make a lovely and deadly mate, but she wouldn't be the same. She wouldn't be the one with the shy smiles and deep crimson blushes that he had grown to like so much in the past several days.
No, he didn't want her to lose her humanity. He'd just have to find another way around her mortality.
Listening, Spike smiled as she heard her leave her room and head towards where he knew the bathroom to be. Carefully, he slipped on his pants on, going shirtless due to his activities the previous night. He'd have to do laundry, or get some new clothes.
Padding down the stairs barefoot, Spike saw Angel lying on the couch, arm thrown over his head, leg hooked on the back of the couch, and the blanket barely covering him. He contemplated tossing the covers more completely over Angel, but decided not to. He knew Angel would be embarrassed, or thought he would be, if he were caught in that state by Willow.
Scenting the air, Spike could tell that Angel had been involved in other activities, besides sleeping. He could smell him on the air. Powerful, spicy, and familiar. Years and years ago, that sight alone would have made Spike's borrowed blood boil with lust, but now - now he wasn't sure how he felt about Angel. Moreover, he wasn't sure how Angel felt about him.
Spike had recently skewered Angel with hot pokers. Not exactly something one forgets. He had been watching his back lately, waiting for Angel to strike. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for Angel to break him out of the Watcher’s house and suggest that Willow try to remove his chip. There was something there that Spike couldn’t see, some hidden agenda, but he would find out…eventually.
Making his way to the kitchen, Spike decided to be nice and have breakfast waiting for Willow when she got out of the shower. It was the least he could do, especially since she not only gave him a wonderful dream last night to wank off to, but was also for trying to remove his chip. Oh, and had gotten him out of Giles’ tub.
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The shower had been exactly what Willow needed. She stood in front of the mirror, blow-drying her hair, before she dressed quickly and took one last cursory glance in the mirror. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she had dressed up a bit for her guests. Nothing special, just a pair of tight jeans and a nice flow-y peasant shirt. She had lied to herself about the makeup, saying it was because she was going out to the store. Never mind the fact that the billion other times she’d gone out to the store, she’d not worn makeup.
Finally, Willow descended the steps in time to watch the muscles of Angel’s chest ripple before his shirt covered them up. She stopped; watching the play of his fingers as they deftly buttoned each tiny button.
“Morning, Angel,” Willow said, regaining control of herself. ‘Buffy’s, he’s Buffy’s,’ Willow chanted to herself. She smiled as she came down the stairs.
“Good morning. Sleep well?” Angel asked. His eyes darted down to her lips, wanting to taste them again. He watched entranced as Willow closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, causing her chest to stretch the material of her blouse.
“That smells really good,” Willow said, walking in the direction of the scent of food cooking.
Both Angel and Willow walked in on Spike cooking. They looked at each other in shock before turning and watching the scene before them. Spike, who was still shirtless and barefoot, was standing in front of the stove, frying bacon. Willow didn’t realize they even had bacon, let alone waffles. This was definitely a treat and Willow beamed up at Angel as she ran to sit down at the small island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Mornin’ Pet. Hungry?” Spike asked, having heard a small giggle escape her. He turned and his smile dropped when he spotted Angel.
“Goin’ fly fishing, Peaches?”
“What?”
“Hanging your gob open like that, trying to catch flies?” Spike asked. Willow laughed outright and Spike was sure that if Angel could blush, he would have. However, Spike wasn’t sure what that look in Angel’s eyes had meant.
“Right, so what’s on the agenda today? It wouldn’t happen to be ‘Remove Spike’s Chip Day’ would it?” Spike asked, setting a plate out for Willow and himself. The microwave beeped and he took out the two mugs of blood, handing one to Angel.
Willow forked two waffles onto her plate along with three pieces of bacon. It seemed like forever since the last time she had eaten.
“No, but soon. I promise,” Willow said, pouring some maple syrup all over her plate. “I have to go shopping today. I’ve made a grocery list, an herb list, and a general list, but do you guys need anything?”
“I could use some clothes. Got some back at the crypt, but I don’t want you going out there. I’ll grab them tonight,” Spike said, dunking his waffle in his mug of blood. Willow chose not to look and Angel looked horrified. Smiling, Spike took a big bite.
“What about you Angel, do you need anything?” Willow asked.
“What? Oh, uh, no. I can get more clothes later.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m going out now anyways.”
“No, really, it’s ok. I can make a trip tonight. Besides, I don’t want you paying for my clothes.”
“She wouldn’t,” Spike piped up. “You can pay for them mate, know you’ve got the dosh.”
“She doesn’t know-“
“Can I?!” Willow asked, cutting Angel off. She was practically bouncing in her seat.
“But you don’t know what size I wear,” Angel said, glaring at Spike before turning to Willow. Spike would pay for this.
“Nor me, Pet,” Spike said, grinning at Angel’s death glare. He was not going to pass up this opportunity to spend Angel’s money.
“So…just give me your sizes! I love shopping for guys!”
Both Angel and Spike blinked at Willow. This type of excitement was reserved for Angel’s new secretary, Cordelia…not Willow. This was just, well, not like her, and both the vampires knew it.
“What?” Willow asked when she noticed she was being stared at as if she had a second head growing out of her neck.
“Luv, while I appreciate the enthusiasm for spending Peaches money, because I’d be like that too, you aren’t one for shopping,” Spike said, smiling. Willow was infectious. Her happiness filtered through him and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bouncy himself.
“Yeah, well, I hate shopping for myself, but I love shopping for others.”
“Fine,” Angel said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. It was still odd to him, to carry around a wallet, but he’d started doing it when he had gotten credit card bills from Neiman Marcus. Seemed Cordelia had been rifling through his desk when he wasn’t there and had treated herself to a bonus. He took out a card and handed it to Willow.
“Thanks!” Willow said, beaming and placing a small kiss on Angel’s cheek.
“Oi! Don’t I get one of those? I didn’t hand you money, but I did bloody well cook breakfast,” Spike said indignantly. There was no way Angel would get a kiss and he wouldn’t.
Willow smiled, blushed, then got up and walked slowly over to Spike. As soon as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, Spike turned his head, kissing her on the lips. She pulled away quickly with a startled gasp. He just smiled and winked.
“Go on with you, the sooner you go, the sooner you come back. Then, maybe we can talk about my sodding chip and getting those bastards that put it in there.”
Willow nodded and grabbed the list. She waved goodbye and walked out of the house.