MISTRESS RED
Author: MeB (aka XanWill4Ever-Michael B)
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: Season 2-Sometime after the episode "Halloween."
Pairing: Xander/Willow
Summary: An auction at school teaches Willow something about herself and how to get the one she loves.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of Joss.
Rating - PG-13 (Yeah...The title sounds kinky, but it is a clean story. Trust me. *grins* I've got to get nerves of steel to tackle the heavy stuff.)
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MISTRESS RED
Xander hated history class. He hated the pens and the pencils and the books...and, oh yeah, he really hated the teacher's dirty looks. He was sitting at his desk before the bell rang and he knew that he was forgetting something very important. Something that had to do with school. Something he knew that he should have been able to remember.
Willow would help him, he decided. She would know what it was that he had forgotten. She knew everything, and she even liked school. At least better than he did because he actually hated school.
He turned to ask Willow about helping him with his memory, and that's when it happened.
Now it was true that Xander and Willow had a special relationship. Everyone who knew them was aware that they were the best of friends ever since they were little. Buffy was their best friend, too, but only since she had moved into Sunnydale the previous year. However, she hadn't known the two of them all of her life. What she did know about them was that Xander liked her, and that Willow liked him. And she herself-that being Buffy-liked somebody else...you just can't win.
Xander treasured Willow's friendship more than anything. But something happened to him on that day and it changed his life forever. It happened when he turned to look at Willow, a question on the tip of his tongue ready to be asked. His eyes took her in and he had a thought.
A crazy thought.
A thought like no other thought before.
He saw in his mind Willow and himself alone in the classroom. She was looking at him with a sultry look and she breathed out his name. They kissed.
He blinked.
What in the world of all that was holy provoked such a thought?! he demanded of himself.
And the answer was sitting right there.
Willow sat at her desk completely absorbed in her homework that she was evaluating. She wanted to make certain that it was perfect before she handed it in. She was wearing her green sneakers, a blue jean skirt, and a short sleeve green shirt. On the right side of her head, her long red hair was upon her shoulder. On her left side, her hair was behind her and she idly brushed a strand aside, tucking it behind her ear. Her other hand held onto a pen, and her teethe were nibbling on the end of that pen as she looked at her homework. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't realize Xander was watching her.
Xander stared. Then he shook his head. He blinked. He looked at Willow and he blinked some more. My God, he thought, what she's doing to that pen! It's so goddamn hot in here. Breathe...breathe.
"Xander, what's wrong with your face?"
Xander jumped and he turned in his seat.
Buffy had joined them and she was grinning. She was grinning because she wasn't only the Slayer, she was also a girl. As a girl, she had seen Xander watching Willow and she could guess with a great amount of accuracy what was going on through his mind.
"Haba," Xander began, "Iba...wha?"
Buffy took her seat and smiled knowingly at Willow.
Willow, of course, missed it. "Hi, Buffy. How goes the 'you know what', 'you know when', and 'you know where'?"
The interpretation was simple. How did the slaying go on patrol last night in the cemetery? "Peachy keen," Buffy responded. "Took out two of them with my trusty stake and still had time to actually do my homework."
Xander slapped himself in the head. "Oh, man!! That's what I forgot to do!"
"Again?" Willow asked innocently.
Buffy grinned. "I think you've got way too much on your mind to think about homework, Xander." She looked at him knowingly.
Xander regarded her. "Are you trying to imply something with that? 'Cause if you are, I can tell you I've got absolutely nothing on my mind!" He pointed at his childhood friend. "Tell her, Will."
"Yep," Willow said with a nod. "It's true. There's nothing in there. It's all cobwebs and dust and...you know, naked girls." She rolled her eyes.
"Hey! Have you been sneaking peeks into my mind again?"
The bell rang.
They turned in their seats as the teacher was about to prepare the class for another great lesson in history. It would be a lesson that Xander would have rather enjoyed instead of what actually did take place.
It was like a bad movie. The music sounded. It was very ominous like something bad was about to take place. In slow motion, the door began to open. And then this horrible beast walked in. A hideous foul demon from the darkest pits of Hell.
Principal Snyder.
He had one of his famous clipboards in his hand, which he proudly showed off to the class.
Without so much as a howdy dowdy, the monster said, "I want every male student in this class room to sign this before you leave this room. That means you, too, Mr. Harris. You gentlemen will sign it and then you will be in the auditorium this Friday evening at six o' clock sharp. That's fifteen minutes earlier for you, Mr. Harris. Am I making myself clear?"
Everyone stared at him.
Xander couldn't help it. He wanted to know what it was he was signing. "What are you getting me into now? If it's a lifetime subscription for Penthouse, then I'm in."
Snyder gave him a look. "Excuse me? Did you say something, Mr. Harris?"
Xander raised his hand.
Snyder rolled his eyes. "What is it, Mr. Harris?"
"What are we signing for? What's the biggie?"
"The 'biggie'?" Snyder frowned. "Have you been skipping out on English class again?" He didn't wait for an answer. "You and every male I can get on stage are going to be auctioned off this Friday night for the school fund. The bidders will be the ladies I can get to come to this event."
Xander grinned.
"Ah...Mr. Harris, keep your mind out of that stinking gutter. This event isn't what you think. The parents of these ladies must give their permission for them to bid. Then, once a bid is placed and taken, the lucky male will be expected to go to the ladies home and clean house. Do yard work. That kind of thing. So this weekend, you can expect to go to bed late-and in your own bed, I might add-then rise early to go to the house of the lady who purchased you...and work until your fingers bleed." He handed the clipboard to Xander. "And since you are so eager to participate in this event, I do want you to sign first."
Xander grinned. Actually, it was a grimace. He took the clipboard, and he signed it.
Willow watched him sign it.
Snyder took the clipboard and he turned to go.
But Willow had her hand up.
Snyder sighed. "What is it, Miss Rosenberg?"
"Uh, well, er...h-how do, I mean, c-can I make a bid?" She blushed suddenly as she realized that everyone was watching her. The whole class was looking at her.
Snyder sighed again. "I said, Miss Rosenberg, that the ladies who are participating must have permission from their parents. There will be forms for the ladies to take home after class." He shook his head. "If you intend to bid, I wonder what kind of riff raff you'll be bringing home over the weekend."
Willow couldn't respond to that. She was blushing furiously.
"Hey, Willow won't bid on riff raff," Buffy said in defense of her friend. "She's going to bid for X--"
Willow's eyes widened in horror.
But fortunately, Snyder interrupted. "Please tell me you aren't planning to make any bids." He was regarding Buffy with a look that was usually reserved for primates. Actually, he did look at all of the kids like that since he actually believed they were primates.
Buffy straightened. "As a matter of fact, I will make a bid...or two. My Mom always says there aren't enough men around to do the yard work. So...I- I'll be there and I'll bid, you bet'cha."
Snyder looked at her. "I pity the poor fool who you will end up purchasing. That's if you can afford it."
He walked to the front of the class, handed the clipboard to the teacher, and left the room.
Xander ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, man...I have to work this weekend?" Then a thought hit him. "Oh, God...wh-what wh-what what if Cordelia bids for me?"
Buffy grinned. "You're doomed."
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Willow ran into her house. She ran into her bedroom. She literally tossed her books onto her bed. The books bounced and slid off her bed, landing on the floor in a pile. She shoved open her closet door and dove into it with a deep intensity. She began tossing things aside. She climbed into the back and found what she was looking for. A Barbie lunch box.
She brought the lunch box out and sat with it on her bed. She opened it and took out the money she had been saving for the prom. Like any one was going to ask her anyway. She counted it.
She had a nice wad of cash, and she was surprised at the amount. But she had been saving all summer long and into the school year.
$358.00.
She smiled.
Then she frowned. What if someone out bid her on Xander?
She hoped that didn't happen. This was the only way. The only way she was going to have a chance to make it work was if she bid on him and won the bid. Then he would belong to her for the entire weekend. Her parents were going away...again. She had forged their name on the permission slip. And Xander didn't have to really go home and then come back in the morning. It wasn't like he hadn't spent the night before.
But this was different...wasn't it? If she won the bid, he was hers. He belonged to her until the weekend was over. So Xander would have to obey.
Wouldn't he?
She took the money and put it into her pocket. Then she put the Barbie lunch box back into the closet. That's when she found something else. She found a package that she had forgotten about. It was a package that had come with the Halloween outfit Buffy had almost made her wear on Halloween. Well, actually...she did wear the outfit, and then she put on a ghost costume. But the package had come with the outfit and she had never opened it.
Curious, she did open it.
Her eyes widened.
Inside was a set of novelty handcuffs, keys for the handcuffs, and a small riding crop. She held the cuffs in one hand and the crop in the other and her eyes were wide.
She shoved them back into the package, tossed the package into the back of the closet, and slammed the door shut.
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TO BE CONTINUED.
Author: MeB (aka XanWill4Ever-Michael B)
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: Season 2-Sometime after the episode "Halloween."
Pairing: Xander/Willow
Summary: An auction at school teaches Willow something about herself and how to get the one she loves.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of Joss.
Rating - PG-13 (Yeah...The title sounds kinky, but it is a clean story. Trust me. *grins* I've got to get nerves of steel to tackle the heavy stuff.)
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MISTRESS RED
Xander hated history class. He hated the pens and the pencils and the books...and, oh yeah, he really hated the teacher's dirty looks. He was sitting at his desk before the bell rang and he knew that he was forgetting something very important. Something that had to do with school. Something he knew that he should have been able to remember.
Willow would help him, he decided. She would know what it was that he had forgotten. She knew everything, and she even liked school. At least better than he did because he actually hated school.
He turned to ask Willow about helping him with his memory, and that's when it happened.
Now it was true that Xander and Willow had a special relationship. Everyone who knew them was aware that they were the best of friends ever since they were little. Buffy was their best friend, too, but only since she had moved into Sunnydale the previous year. However, she hadn't known the two of them all of her life. What she did know about them was that Xander liked her, and that Willow liked him. And she herself-that being Buffy-liked somebody else...you just can't win.
Xander treasured Willow's friendship more than anything. But something happened to him on that day and it changed his life forever. It happened when he turned to look at Willow, a question on the tip of his tongue ready to be asked. His eyes took her in and he had a thought.
A crazy thought.
A thought like no other thought before.
He saw in his mind Willow and himself alone in the classroom. She was looking at him with a sultry look and she breathed out his name. They kissed.
He blinked.
What in the world of all that was holy provoked such a thought?! he demanded of himself.
And the answer was sitting right there.
Willow sat at her desk completely absorbed in her homework that she was evaluating. She wanted to make certain that it was perfect before she handed it in. She was wearing her green sneakers, a blue jean skirt, and a short sleeve green shirt. On the right side of her head, her long red hair was upon her shoulder. On her left side, her hair was behind her and she idly brushed a strand aside, tucking it behind her ear. Her other hand held onto a pen, and her teethe were nibbling on the end of that pen as she looked at her homework. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't realize Xander was watching her.
Xander stared. Then he shook his head. He blinked. He looked at Willow and he blinked some more. My God, he thought, what she's doing to that pen! It's so goddamn hot in here. Breathe...breathe.
"Xander, what's wrong with your face?"
Xander jumped and he turned in his seat.
Buffy had joined them and she was grinning. She was grinning because she wasn't only the Slayer, she was also a girl. As a girl, she had seen Xander watching Willow and she could guess with a great amount of accuracy what was going on through his mind.
"Haba," Xander began, "Iba...wha?"
Buffy took her seat and smiled knowingly at Willow.
Willow, of course, missed it. "Hi, Buffy. How goes the 'you know what', 'you know when', and 'you know where'?"
The interpretation was simple. How did the slaying go on patrol last night in the cemetery? "Peachy keen," Buffy responded. "Took out two of them with my trusty stake and still had time to actually do my homework."
Xander slapped himself in the head. "Oh, man!! That's what I forgot to do!"
"Again?" Willow asked innocently.
Buffy grinned. "I think you've got way too much on your mind to think about homework, Xander." She looked at him knowingly.
Xander regarded her. "Are you trying to imply something with that? 'Cause if you are, I can tell you I've got absolutely nothing on my mind!" He pointed at his childhood friend. "Tell her, Will."
"Yep," Willow said with a nod. "It's true. There's nothing in there. It's all cobwebs and dust and...you know, naked girls." She rolled her eyes.
"Hey! Have you been sneaking peeks into my mind again?"
The bell rang.
They turned in their seats as the teacher was about to prepare the class for another great lesson in history. It would be a lesson that Xander would have rather enjoyed instead of what actually did take place.
It was like a bad movie. The music sounded. It was very ominous like something bad was about to take place. In slow motion, the door began to open. And then this horrible beast walked in. A hideous foul demon from the darkest pits of Hell.
Principal Snyder.
He had one of his famous clipboards in his hand, which he proudly showed off to the class.
Without so much as a howdy dowdy, the monster said, "I want every male student in this class room to sign this before you leave this room. That means you, too, Mr. Harris. You gentlemen will sign it and then you will be in the auditorium this Friday evening at six o' clock sharp. That's fifteen minutes earlier for you, Mr. Harris. Am I making myself clear?"
Everyone stared at him.
Xander couldn't help it. He wanted to know what it was he was signing. "What are you getting me into now? If it's a lifetime subscription for Penthouse, then I'm in."
Snyder gave him a look. "Excuse me? Did you say something, Mr. Harris?"
Xander raised his hand.
Snyder rolled his eyes. "What is it, Mr. Harris?"
"What are we signing for? What's the biggie?"
"The 'biggie'?" Snyder frowned. "Have you been skipping out on English class again?" He didn't wait for an answer. "You and every male I can get on stage are going to be auctioned off this Friday night for the school fund. The bidders will be the ladies I can get to come to this event."
Xander grinned.
"Ah...Mr. Harris, keep your mind out of that stinking gutter. This event isn't what you think. The parents of these ladies must give their permission for them to bid. Then, once a bid is placed and taken, the lucky male will be expected to go to the ladies home and clean house. Do yard work. That kind of thing. So this weekend, you can expect to go to bed late-and in your own bed, I might add-then rise early to go to the house of the lady who purchased you...and work until your fingers bleed." He handed the clipboard to Xander. "And since you are so eager to participate in this event, I do want you to sign first."
Xander grinned. Actually, it was a grimace. He took the clipboard, and he signed it.
Willow watched him sign it.
Snyder took the clipboard and he turned to go.
But Willow had her hand up.
Snyder sighed. "What is it, Miss Rosenberg?"
"Uh, well, er...h-how do, I mean, c-can I make a bid?" She blushed suddenly as she realized that everyone was watching her. The whole class was looking at her.
Snyder sighed again. "I said, Miss Rosenberg, that the ladies who are participating must have permission from their parents. There will be forms for the ladies to take home after class." He shook his head. "If you intend to bid, I wonder what kind of riff raff you'll be bringing home over the weekend."
Willow couldn't respond to that. She was blushing furiously.
"Hey, Willow won't bid on riff raff," Buffy said in defense of her friend. "She's going to bid for X--"
Willow's eyes widened in horror.
But fortunately, Snyder interrupted. "Please tell me you aren't planning to make any bids." He was regarding Buffy with a look that was usually reserved for primates. Actually, he did look at all of the kids like that since he actually believed they were primates.
Buffy straightened. "As a matter of fact, I will make a bid...or two. My Mom always says there aren't enough men around to do the yard work. So...I- I'll be there and I'll bid, you bet'cha."
Snyder looked at her. "I pity the poor fool who you will end up purchasing. That's if you can afford it."
He walked to the front of the class, handed the clipboard to the teacher, and left the room.
Xander ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, man...I have to work this weekend?" Then a thought hit him. "Oh, God...wh-what wh-what what if Cordelia bids for me?"
Buffy grinned. "You're doomed."
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Willow ran into her house. She ran into her bedroom. She literally tossed her books onto her bed. The books bounced and slid off her bed, landing on the floor in a pile. She shoved open her closet door and dove into it with a deep intensity. She began tossing things aside. She climbed into the back and found what she was looking for. A Barbie lunch box.
She brought the lunch box out and sat with it on her bed. She opened it and took out the money she had been saving for the prom. Like any one was going to ask her anyway. She counted it.
She had a nice wad of cash, and she was surprised at the amount. But she had been saving all summer long and into the school year.
$358.00.
She smiled.
Then she frowned. What if someone out bid her on Xander?
She hoped that didn't happen. This was the only way. The only way she was going to have a chance to make it work was if she bid on him and won the bid. Then he would belong to her for the entire weekend. Her parents were going away...again. She had forged their name on the permission slip. And Xander didn't have to really go home and then come back in the morning. It wasn't like he hadn't spent the night before.
But this was different...wasn't it? If she won the bid, he was hers. He belonged to her until the weekend was over. So Xander would have to obey.
Wouldn't he?
She took the money and put it into her pocket. Then she put the Barbie lunch box back into the closet. That's when she found something else. She found a package that she had forgotten about. It was a package that had come with the Halloween outfit Buffy had almost made her wear on Halloween. Well, actually...she did wear the outfit, and then she put on a ghost costume. But the package had come with the outfit and she had never opened it.
Curious, she did open it.
Her eyes widened.
Inside was a set of novelty handcuffs, keys for the handcuffs, and a small riding crop. She held the cuffs in one hand and the crop in the other and her eyes were wide.
She shoved them back into the package, tossed the package into the back of the closet, and slammed the door shut.
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TO BE CONTINUED.