The Ultimate Torture

The Ultimate Torture

Kyizi

Disclaimer: Hell I wish Spike was mine, but we all know we have to share, right? Well Heliona and I agreed that I could get Spike if she got Spike from another dimension…see enough Spike's to go around…Think Joss'll sue? Oh and no one else is mine either.

Spoilers: 1 small one from mid season 4

Timeline: mid season 4 somewhere

Rating: PG

Notes: I was bored and waiting for my laundry…this was the result!

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Willow sniffed and wiped her eyes, *Why should I anyone have to go through this torture?…Why should I have to?* she thought, suddenly angry.

*Why can't Buffy put up with it…or Xander…or Giles!…yeah so I'm being mean…hey I can be mean too…I'm a real old meanie* she thought decidedly, but her guilt at the thoughts plagued her instantly.

"Ugh, things would be so much easier if I were mean!"

"What was that, Pet?"

Willow inhaled sharply and whirled around, her eyes red and blotchy from crying. Spike was propped up against a wall, his arms crossed, gazing intently at her looking sexy as hell.

*Ooh bad thoughts…naughty Willow. Spike evil, not sexy! …well evil anyway…*

He grinned menacingly at her and for a moment she was captured by his smile.

"Well, Pet?" Spike moved slowly towards her and she attempted to back away, but there was no where to go.

"I…uh…I…" Willow stammered as Spike's mouth twitched with amusement. Suddenly the witch's anger flared.

"A said, 'Things would be so much easier if I were mean!' I'm fed up taking all the crap just because no one listens to me. Sure, I stammer and ramble a little, doesn't mean I don't have something important to say! Hell they pay more attention to Xander than me! …uh…not that they shouldn't…but I wish that for a change Buffy or Xander had to put up with all the bad stuff as well as me!"

Spike moved closer to Willow but she was so consumed by rage that she didn't flinch away.

"You're a regular little spitfire, aren't you, love?"

Willow began to poke him in the chest making him jump backwards a little.

"Ow!"

"Yeah! Well maybe I'm just…" poke "…fed up…" poke "…of everyone else…" poke "taking advantage of me…" poke "…and just assuming that I'll do stuff…" poke

"Uh, Pet? Ouch. Pet I can see that you're… ow! …mad. But… ouch!"

"…I don't see why I should have to put up with everything…" poke " just so that Buffy…" poke

"…do you have to… ouch…"

"…can get some!"

"…do you have to bloody poke me?!"

By this time, Willow had pocked Spike back into a wall and was pressed against him, glancing up at him.

*Hell* he thought, *the little chit really does have spunk…pity my fangs weren't working that night*

Willow seemed to be running out of steam and her eyes were now tearfully fixated on Spike.

"…but most of all, I'm fed up of always being the one who gets tortured."

Spike wiped her eyes and frowned.

"Bloody hell, Red…it's only an onion."

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I know it's stupid but it was 2am and I was bored waiting for the damn dryer to hurry up!

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