The Substitute
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,878
Reviews:
3
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0
Currently Reading:
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The Substitute
Title: The Substitute (Part 1 “Flirtation”)
Pairing: W/S
Rating: NC-17, BDSM, Futuraracaracter Death
Summary: Willow wants something to help her get over Tara and magic, Spike just wants to forget
Spoilers: Season six
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Willow had an itch. An itch she couldn’t scratch. It was like a constant craving crawling around her brain. Magic. She wanted the magic back, and she couldn’t have it. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if she had someone to help get her through, to take her mind off of things for a little while, but Tara had left and she wasn’t coming back. There was no one to comfort her in the night. Hell, she’d even happily forego the comfort in exchange for some wild monkey love to keep her mind off of things, but once again, Tara had left her. ‘Well screw that,’ she thought to herself, ‘I can be as hot as the next girl, kind of, sort of. I just need to go out and find me a little snuggle bunny to get me through this rough patch.’ But as much as she tried, she just couldn’t stomach the thought of being with another woman besides Tara.
Just then, the redhead heard the bell over the Magic Box door jingle, and looked up from her computer screen to see Spike come strolling in, a look of complete misery on his face. He noticed her watching him, and instantly a blank mask replaced the pained expression.
“Is Buffy around?”
“She’s on patrol.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were avoiding the whole hocus pocus scene,” his voice was nonchalant, but his eyes held concern.
“I’m just doing a little research. The others went for coffee; they’ll be back in a minute.”
“Isn’t it a bit dangerous for you to be here alone right now?”
“Maybe I like danger,” Willow said, running her eyes over his lean form, flirting slightly before she even realized what she was doing. This was Spike after all. How hard up was she? But as her eyes traveled over his body, she had to admit she could do worse. Besides, there was something about the pain in his eyes that told her he needed the distraction as much as she did.
“Umm, right, you’re a regular daredevil,” Spike said somewhat confused. Was the little chit checking him out? Not that he wasn’t devilishly handsome, but he could have sworn she was gay. Then again, there was the whole dog boy thing, but still, he must be imagining things. His whole Buffy debacle must be clouding his brain, that’s it, that must be what it is. He shook his head slightly, and grabbed a book from the table, sitting down across from her. “Maybe I’ll just keep you company until the others get back. What’s on the research agenda for the evening?”
“Loshadi demons,” she replied in frustration, turning her attention back to her computer. Not only did he not even notice she was hitting on him, but he was just going to hang about to keep an eye on her and make sure she stayed out of trouble, like some sort of misbehaved child.
‘Okay,’ Spike thought to himself, ‘now the girl is mad at you. Talk about mixed signals. It was no wonder he was having trouble with Buffy; all women were bloody insane. He shook his head in confusion and returned his attention to the book in front of him, but it was soon drawn away again by the sound of the bells above the door, and the sight of Buffy walking in, swinging her stake back and forth happily. ‘Patrol must have gone easy tonight,’ he thought. Of course her happy expression disappeared the moment she laid eyes on the blonde vampire.
“Spike. What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk, Buffy.”
“No, actually we don’t.”
“Look, slayer, do you want to discuss this in here,” Spike asked, glancing over at Willow for Buffy’s benefit, “or would you rather take it outside?”
“Fine! Whatever! Let’s take it outside,” Buffy said in exasperation, leading the way.
‘Weird. I wonder what that was all about,’ Willow thought as she watched them move the discussion outside. She could no longer hear what they were discussing, but she could see the anger in both of their faces. She watched Spike intensely as he swung his arms about for emphasis, a lit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he yelled. He was so angry, so full of passion. Just watching him made things go tight low in her body. Desire. It hung around him like a cloud. She was truly amazed that she had never noticed it before. She was looking for a distraction, a substitute for the magic and for her nights with Tara, and she saw it right in front of her. Spike was the one. The only question now was how to get him?
To be continued…
Pairing: W/S
Rating: NC-17, BDSM, Futuraracaracter Death
Summary: Willow wants something to help her get over Tara and magic, Spike just wants to forget
Spoilers: Season six
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Willow had an itch. An itch she couldn’t scratch. It was like a constant craving crawling around her brain. Magic. She wanted the magic back, and she couldn’t have it. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if she had someone to help get her through, to take her mind off of things for a little while, but Tara had left and she wasn’t coming back. There was no one to comfort her in the night. Hell, she’d even happily forego the comfort in exchange for some wild monkey love to keep her mind off of things, but once again, Tara had left her. ‘Well screw that,’ she thought to herself, ‘I can be as hot as the next girl, kind of, sort of. I just need to go out and find me a little snuggle bunny to get me through this rough patch.’ But as much as she tried, she just couldn’t stomach the thought of being with another woman besides Tara.
Just then, the redhead heard the bell over the Magic Box door jingle, and looked up from her computer screen to see Spike come strolling in, a look of complete misery on his face. He noticed her watching him, and instantly a blank mask replaced the pained expression.
“Is Buffy around?”
“She’s on patrol.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were avoiding the whole hocus pocus scene,” his voice was nonchalant, but his eyes held concern.
“I’m just doing a little research. The others went for coffee; they’ll be back in a minute.”
“Isn’t it a bit dangerous for you to be here alone right now?”
“Maybe I like danger,” Willow said, running her eyes over his lean form, flirting slightly before she even realized what she was doing. This was Spike after all. How hard up was she? But as her eyes traveled over his body, she had to admit she could do worse. Besides, there was something about the pain in his eyes that told her he needed the distraction as much as she did.
“Umm, right, you’re a regular daredevil,” Spike said somewhat confused. Was the little chit checking him out? Not that he wasn’t devilishly handsome, but he could have sworn she was gay. Then again, there was the whole dog boy thing, but still, he must be imagining things. His whole Buffy debacle must be clouding his brain, that’s it, that must be what it is. He shook his head slightly, and grabbed a book from the table, sitting down across from her. “Maybe I’ll just keep you company until the others get back. What’s on the research agenda for the evening?”
“Loshadi demons,” she replied in frustration, turning her attention back to her computer. Not only did he not even notice she was hitting on him, but he was just going to hang about to keep an eye on her and make sure she stayed out of trouble, like some sort of misbehaved child.
‘Okay,’ Spike thought to himself, ‘now the girl is mad at you. Talk about mixed signals. It was no wonder he was having trouble with Buffy; all women were bloody insane. He shook his head in confusion and returned his attention to the book in front of him, but it was soon drawn away again by the sound of the bells above the door, and the sight of Buffy walking in, swinging her stake back and forth happily. ‘Patrol must have gone easy tonight,’ he thought. Of course her happy expression disappeared the moment she laid eyes on the blonde vampire.
“Spike. What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk, Buffy.”
“No, actually we don’t.”
“Look, slayer, do you want to discuss this in here,” Spike asked, glancing over at Willow for Buffy’s benefit, “or would you rather take it outside?”
“Fine! Whatever! Let’s take it outside,” Buffy said in exasperation, leading the way.
‘Weird. I wonder what that was all about,’ Willow thought as she watched them move the discussion outside. She could no longer hear what they were discussing, but she could see the anger in both of their faces. She watched Spike intensely as he swung his arms about for emphasis, a lit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he yelled. He was so angry, so full of passion. Just watching him made things go tight low in her body. Desire. It hung around him like a cloud. She was truly amazed that she had never noticed it before. She was looking for a distraction, a substitute for the magic and for her nights with Tara, and she saw it right in front of her. Spike was the one. The only question now was how to get him?
To be continued…