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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Spike had insisted they all stay long enough for Buffy to be buried and Dawn’s things could be collected. It had taken quite a while. More than Willow had wanted and she was stunned as she watched Spike come up the Summer’s driveway
with his head down. Narrowing her eyes and putting her hands on her hips,” What did you do?”
Without lifting his gaze from the ground he pointed a few feet back to see a fully vamped out Buffy watching them both in curiosity. The redhead’s jaw dropped in shock before turning to the blond. Practically growling at him, angry not at what had happened but that he kept it from her,” Inside.”
His head shot up, mouth opening to object,” But-“
Eyes flashing,” Don’t say a word. Just in.”
Shoulders slumping, he obeyed her. She watched until he was all the way out of sight before turning to regard her friend. The blond had her head tilted a little,” You’ve changed, Willow.”
Nodding,” So have you.”
The vampiress smiled,” Yeah, it’s neat. But I’m so hungry and sire promised me food...” A pout formed on her face,” Will you feed me?”
Willow nodded just a little, not surprised when the fledgling leaped up to attack her. The blond was startled when she bounced off an invisible shield around the redhead and landed on her butt with a yelp. The coven had been sure to cast a protection spell around her from supernatural attack. The blond’s lower lip thrust out again, a look that had taken careful study for it was the same pout Spike had,” You get blood from a cup or you starve.” Buffy hit the ground with her fist, then shook out her hand and winced in pain. Willow tisked at her,” You want to eat. Meet me at the back door. Don’t think. Just go there and wait.”
The redhead turned without a backwards glance and stalked into the house. She could hear Dawn moving things around upstairs. Looking to her left, she could see Spike sitting on the couch with his head down,” Get up and follow me.” He did so silently, following as she opened the door and walked out the back. Buffy was leaning against the wall, cigarette sticking out of her mouth. Willow stormed over and snatched it,” No smoking. You are not starting that nasty habit.”
The vampiress sneered a second before she got smacked. The blond was shocked and stumbled back into her sire who was watching the Wicca warily. He was having nightmarish visions of being kicked out for good. But Willow seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Growling at them both,” Stand up straight.”
By reflex they snapped to attention, both of them watching as the mortal circled them, her face set,” Rules. There will be rules and they will be followed.” Leaning up to whisper in Spike’s ear,” We will be discussing deception in private. Later.” He shivered lustfully, positive he was getting whipped tonight and unable to contain his glee. She started moving again,” Rule number one: there will be no snacking.” Pausing to glance at Spike so he understood this discussion was for both of them,” There are exceptions but outside of sex your teeth stay in your head.”
They both nodded, Buffy not as readily until she got pinched by her sire. Circling them again,” Rule number two: you protect your own, which consist of Dawn, John and me.” Glaring at Buffy just in case her protective personality didn’t survive her turning,” Harm your own and expect me to strip your skin off.” The ex-slayer grinned just a little, remembering in her former life Willow’s tortures on a certain nerd,” Wipe that smirk off your face.” Another pinch, this one harder and she complied.
Willow’s eyes narrowed just a little and she slowly stalked forward. She’d caught his prompts and while she appreciated his control, she wanted that control for herself,” And rule number three...if you forget everything else...I am in charge!” She growled the last claim, pulling a laugh from the fledgling. She grabbed his hand before he could smack Buffy and jerked it, separating the two of them. Glancing at Spike,” Go upstairs, Spike. I’ll deal with you later.”
*
Spike shivered just a little as a hard gaze met his eyes as his love slowly stalked into the room,” We have to trust each other, Spike. And I can’t trust you if you keep secrets from me.” He gulped as she crawled up on the bed and over his prone form,” You lied to me.” He immediately shook his head but she caught his ear between her teeth before he could speak,” Then you omitted the truth. In either case you weren’t honest.” She nibbled and he gasped in surprise,” You’ve been a bad boy.” He nodded, closing his eyes,” And what happens to bad little boys?”
Groaning oh so softly,” T-they get punished?”
She let go of his ear and nodded,” Yes they do.” She toed off her shoes and quickly stripped her clothing. Then she did something he hadn’t expected. He found himself out of the bed and kissing the ground before he could even catch himself,” You’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”
His head shot up, eyes huge as he watched her delicious body disappearing under the blankets. A plaintive whine in his voice as he crawled to the side of the bed,” Lu-uv...”
He got a face full of pillow and a firm no, putting him in his place right then and there. His visions of painful pleasure shattered as he realized her real punishment was to deny him her company for the evening. Face crumbling into misery, he curled up on the floor and put the pillow under his head.
*
Willow awoke slowly with a smile on her face, the scent of bacon and eggs assaulting her senses. Spike was standing by the door with his head down and a worried expression. And in his hands he held a breakfast tray for her. She propped herself and beckoned him over, brushing a hand along his temple to reassure him. She knew he had issues about rejection. He’d just have to get used to the idea that even doing something displeasing like this wouldn’t make her stop loving him.
He started to back away but she grabbed his wrist before he could escape and tugged him back to her side. Whispering softly,” Lay with me.” He practically jumped over her form, curling up against her and giving her an adoring gaze. She turned and kissed his nose, chewing on a piece of toast,” We need to talk about Buffy...but I’m not mad at you about that.”
His brow furrowed,” You’re not?”
She touched his head with her own,” No. Of course not. I’m pissed that you decided to break this to me by showing up with her. That you made Dawn and me grieve over her death when you could have given us a little bit of peace.” His eyes closed, a very well chastised expression on his face. She went back to eating for a few minutes, wanting him to truly absorb what she was saying.
Only when he leaned into her neck, hiding his face did she continue,” Last night I talked to Dawn. She’s freaked but she’s accepting. Buffy’s spending the day in the basement.” She smiled a little in self satisfaction. Having her friend turned fledgling cowering from her in fear was very gratifying.
“ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Willow.” His hands were holding onto her tightly, his face pressed firmly into her. It suddenly occurred to her that he hadn’t drunk from her since yesterday.
“ Spike?”
“ Mmhmm?”
Nibbling on her lip in thought,” Did you drink any of the blood from the hotel yesterday?” He shook his head a little and her eyes widened,” Did you drink from Buffy?”
He sighed softly,” Yeah...that’s what woke me up, luv.” Smiling, she rubbed his back, realizing the cure she’d been searching for all of this time had been her friend’s blood. Only time would prove if it was a permanent solution but she was certainly hopeful.
Spike had insisted they all stay long enough for Buffy to be buried and Dawn’s things could be collected. It had taken quite a while. More than Willow had wanted and she was stunned as she watched Spike come up the Summer’s driveway
with his head down. Narrowing her eyes and putting her hands on her hips,” What did you do?”
Without lifting his gaze from the ground he pointed a few feet back to see a fully vamped out Buffy watching them both in curiosity. The redhead’s jaw dropped in shock before turning to the blond. Practically growling at him, angry not at what had happened but that he kept it from her,” Inside.”
His head shot up, mouth opening to object,” But-“
Eyes flashing,” Don’t say a word. Just in.”
Shoulders slumping, he obeyed her. She watched until he was all the way out of sight before turning to regard her friend. The blond had her head tilted a little,” You’ve changed, Willow.”
Nodding,” So have you.”
The vampiress smiled,” Yeah, it’s neat. But I’m so hungry and sire promised me food...” A pout formed on her face,” Will you feed me?”
Willow nodded just a little, not surprised when the fledgling leaped up to attack her. The blond was startled when she bounced off an invisible shield around the redhead and landed on her butt with a yelp. The coven had been sure to cast a protection spell around her from supernatural attack. The blond’s lower lip thrust out again, a look that had taken careful study for it was the same pout Spike had,” You get blood from a cup or you starve.” Buffy hit the ground with her fist, then shook out her hand and winced in pain. Willow tisked at her,” You want to eat. Meet me at the back door. Don’t think. Just go there and wait.”
The redhead turned without a backwards glance and stalked into the house. She could hear Dawn moving things around upstairs. Looking to her left, she could see Spike sitting on the couch with his head down,” Get up and follow me.” He did so silently, following as she opened the door and walked out the back. Buffy was leaning against the wall, cigarette sticking out of her mouth. Willow stormed over and snatched it,” No smoking. You are not starting that nasty habit.”
The vampiress sneered a second before she got smacked. The blond was shocked and stumbled back into her sire who was watching the Wicca warily. He was having nightmarish visions of being kicked out for good. But Willow seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Growling at them both,” Stand up straight.”
By reflex they snapped to attention, both of them watching as the mortal circled them, her face set,” Rules. There will be rules and they will be followed.” Leaning up to whisper in Spike’s ear,” We will be discussing deception in private. Later.” He shivered lustfully, positive he was getting whipped tonight and unable to contain his glee. She started moving again,” Rule number one: there will be no snacking.” Pausing to glance at Spike so he understood this discussion was for both of them,” There are exceptions but outside of sex your teeth stay in your head.”
They both nodded, Buffy not as readily until she got pinched by her sire. Circling them again,” Rule number two: you protect your own, which consist of Dawn, John and me.” Glaring at Buffy just in case her protective personality didn’t survive her turning,” Harm your own and expect me to strip your skin off.” The ex-slayer grinned just a little, remembering in her former life Willow’s tortures on a certain nerd,” Wipe that smirk off your face.” Another pinch, this one harder and she complied.
Willow’s eyes narrowed just a little and she slowly stalked forward. She’d caught his prompts and while she appreciated his control, she wanted that control for herself,” And rule number three...if you forget everything else...I am in charge!” She growled the last claim, pulling a laugh from the fledgling. She grabbed his hand before he could smack Buffy and jerked it, separating the two of them. Glancing at Spike,” Go upstairs, Spike. I’ll deal with you later.”
*
Spike shivered just a little as a hard gaze met his eyes as his love slowly stalked into the room,” We have to trust each other, Spike. And I can’t trust you if you keep secrets from me.” He gulped as she crawled up on the bed and over his prone form,” You lied to me.” He immediately shook his head but she caught his ear between her teeth before he could speak,” Then you omitted the truth. In either case you weren’t honest.” She nibbled and he gasped in surprise,” You’ve been a bad boy.” He nodded, closing his eyes,” And what happens to bad little boys?”
Groaning oh so softly,” T-they get punished?”
She let go of his ear and nodded,” Yes they do.” She toed off her shoes and quickly stripped her clothing. Then she did something he hadn’t expected. He found himself out of the bed and kissing the ground before he could even catch himself,” You’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”
His head shot up, eyes huge as he watched her delicious body disappearing under the blankets. A plaintive whine in his voice as he crawled to the side of the bed,” Lu-uv...”
He got a face full of pillow and a firm no, putting him in his place right then and there. His visions of painful pleasure shattered as he realized her real punishment was to deny him her company for the evening. Face crumbling into misery, he curled up on the floor and put the pillow under his head.
*
Willow awoke slowly with a smile on her face, the scent of bacon and eggs assaulting her senses. Spike was standing by the door with his head down and a worried expression. And in his hands he held a breakfast tray for her. She propped herself and beckoned him over, brushing a hand along his temple to reassure him. She knew he had issues about rejection. He’d just have to get used to the idea that even doing something displeasing like this wouldn’t make her stop loving him.
He started to back away but she grabbed his wrist before he could escape and tugged him back to her side. Whispering softly,” Lay with me.” He practically jumped over her form, curling up against her and giving her an adoring gaze. She turned and kissed his nose, chewing on a piece of toast,” We need to talk about Buffy...but I’m not mad at you about that.”
His brow furrowed,” You’re not?”
She touched his head with her own,” No. Of course not. I’m pissed that you decided to break this to me by showing up with her. That you made Dawn and me grieve over her death when you could have given us a little bit of peace.” His eyes closed, a very well chastised expression on his face. She went back to eating for a few minutes, wanting him to truly absorb what she was saying.
Only when he leaned into her neck, hiding his face did she continue,” Last night I talked to Dawn. She’s freaked but she’s accepting. Buffy’s spending the day in the basement.” She smiled a little in self satisfaction. Having her friend turned fledgling cowering from her in fear was very gratifying.
“ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Willow.” His hands were holding onto her tightly, his face pressed firmly into her. It suddenly occurred to her that he hadn’t drunk from her since yesterday.
“ Spike?”
“ Mmhmm?”
Nibbling on her lip in thought,” Did you drink any of the blood from the hotel yesterday?” He shook his head a little and her eyes widened,” Did you drink from Buffy?”
He sighed softly,” Yeah...that’s what woke me up, luv.” Smiling, she rubbed his back, realizing the cure she’d been searching for all of this time had been her friend’s blood. Only time would prove if it was a permanent solution but she was certainly hopeful.