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Chapter 4
Buffy knocked on the door again, certain that Willow was home. They were supposed to meet for their girls only day at nine o'clock.
"Maybe she went to get something for Spike?" Anya said, trying to peer in the darkened window. It looked like Willow had sun-proofed the house which meant Spike was probably living there.
"Then it would only make sense that he would be here to let us in."
"Isn't there a spare key that she keeps somewhere in case of an emergency?"
Buffy looked at her with relief written across her face wondering why she didn't think of it before. "She keeps a spare key under the placemat by the back door. We'll just let ourselves in. She won't mind."
They walked around back and had soon let themselves into the kitchen. Buffy set down the heavy grocery bags she was carrying and Anya placed all the cosmetics, hair supplies, and movies on the counter.
As she was putting the groceries away, Buffy said, "Why don't you go see if Spike is sleeping. He's probably passed out in bed."
Anya crept quietly up the stairs determined to keep quiet so she wouldn't be confronted by a cranky, tired vampire. When she reached the top of the stairs she heard a deep moan and wondered if Spike was having a nightmare.
She walked closer towards the master bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was ajar just enough for her to look inside. Her eyes widened in surprise. She found Spike, only he wasn't alone and he certainly wasn't having a nightmare.
Anya watch the two lovers for a moment, wishing she knew what it was like to experience that kind of passion. She only tore her eyes away when she heard the creak of the stairs. It wouldn't be a good scene if Buffy saw Willow like that, so she went to head her off.
"Buffy, I don't think we should be up here. I found Spike."
"And?"
"He and Willow are a little busy right at the moment."
"What do you mean, busy? What kind of…" she trailed off at the look Anya sent her. "Oh."
"Yeah. We should just wait downstairs and give them an opportunity to get…composed."
"I think that's a good idea," Buffy said, turning and hurrying down the stairs as quickly as possible.
Half an hour later, Willow practically skipped down the stairs, her hair slightly mussed wearing only a t-shirt and pink striped bikini underwear. She was almost to the sink when she noticed Anya and Buffy sitting at the table. Her eyes went wide. "How long…?"
"Long enough," Anya said, smiling.
"What time…?"
"Nine forty," Buffy replied.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just…kind of got caught up in something."
"Yeah, Spike," Anya muttered.
Willow closed her eyes. "How much did you see?" she asked Anya, knowing somehow that the ex-demon had seen her and Spike.
"Enough. I thought you were going to burn the house down it was so intense."
Buffy just looked at her as if she'd never seen her before, while Willow choked on the coffee she just poured herself.
"Oh. Anya I'm really sorry you saw that."
"I'm not. It was beautiful. He loves you, you know. No one makes love that passionately unless it's the real thing."
"Thank you Anya for that wonderful insight into Willow's romantic liaisons. Can we please get back to the fact that we're here for a girls' day. Which means, Willow, that you need to go upstairs, get into some decent pajamas, come back down and veg." Buffy was in complete control. "Oh and tell that vampire of yours to make himself scarce."
"Okay," Willow said, bounding back up the stairs, obviously not too concerned with the fact that one of her friends had just seen her en flagrante.
Twenty minutes later she came bounding back down the stairs in a pair of cotton shorts with flowers embroidered along the hem and a matching tank top. She looked more like the old Willow than she had in weeks. Buffy and Anya had both made use of the downstairs bathroom and changed into their pajamas as well.
"So what movies did you guys bring?" She asked, pulling a tub of ice cream out of the fridge. Mmmm…Chunky Monkey, her favorite.
"We brought Breakfast at Tiffany's," Buffy said, noticing Willow sigh. Wills always was a sucker for a classic. "We also brought Bridget Jones' Diary and Bring It On."
"You didn't. If Spike hears that he'll be down here ruining our girl day. He's obsessed with that movie. A bunch of young girls in short skirts." She grinned, a wicked thought coming to her. "Maybe I'll have to buy a cheerleading outfit…just for him."
"Willow!" Both girls cried, shocked.
They each grabbed their own tub of ice cream and went into the living room. "I don't feel like watching a movie yet. There's too many questions I have just been dying to ask Willow," Anya said, smiling.
"I kind of figured this was coming…give it your best shot." Buffy smiled at her friend's new non-chalant attitude concerning her personal life. It was also nice to have Anya around. Who knew that the former vengeance demon was so much like a normal person when you got to know her? Maybe they never noticed it because Xander spent so much time trying to change her that they took their que from him.
"Okay. How big is Spike? Honestly. Cause upstairs he looked huge."
"Well, he says he's a little over eight, but you know most guys exaggerate right? Well, I haven't measured or anything, but if I had to go on feeling alone, I'd say he was telling the truth." Anya sighed, thinking about the things she could do with a guy that hung.
"My turn!" Buffy said. "What's the most interesting position you've done it? I've got to imagine Spike knows a lot of different ways."
Willow blushed slightly and cleared her throat. "He's not rushing me as far as experimenting goes. I know he's a sub, after all he belonged to Angelus, but we have yet to explore that," she said with a wicked grin. She looked at Buffy, who was wide eyed. Obviously Angel didn't tell her certain aspects of his relationship with Spike. She continued quickly, not giving Buffy a time to question her response. "So far I'd have to say that the most interesting thing was when he stood me in front of the full length mirror in my room and had me watch as he used his hands and mouth on me. It was almost like a ghost was going down on me because he wasn't reflected in the mirror." Buffy raised her eyebrow, a little surprised by how open Willow had become.
"Willow is so lucky. Spike's body is gorgeous. I'm actually jealous. She has Spike, you have Riley, who is also built, and all I have is Xander, the walking doughboy."
"But not for long right. After all, the person you really want is Giles," Buffy chided, loving the look of shock that appeared on Anya's face.
"You want Giles!" Willow cried.
For once Anya was speechless. "You should have seen the way they were looking at each other after you left last night," Buffy crowed.
"Okay, I want Giles. All that talk of how older men have more experience just got me thinking about the good old times when I was a demon and I realized she was right. Out of all the relationships I had, the ones with older demons lasted longer than the ones with the younger demons. Mainly because the older ones actually knew what they were doing. I bet Giles definitely knows his way around a bedroom."
"TMI," Willow laughed. When she got herself under control, she turned to Buffy. "Okay, Buff, time to face the music. Is Riley as boring in bed as he is out of it?" Anya started laughing when Buffy tried to look offended and failed miserably.
"Why is it that when I say I want safe and normal, I end up with boring?"
"Because safe and normal are boring. I take it by that statement, it's completely missionary all the way?"
"Yes. He never wants to experiment."
"Oh. I know why. It's because he's a control freak. He needs to be in control and you're probably the most out of control thing in his world. He needs to be on top as a show of dominance over you. It's that whole caveman thing. Don't take it personally. It's just the type of person that he is. It's what he was trained to be."
Again with the insightful words from Anya. "You're like a mini-Giles, only your knowledge is in the study of human behavior," Willow said.
"Okay, I have to know what Spike was like before he was turned. Was he the Big Bad? A thief? Or was he like Angel, an aristocrat's son?"
"He'll kill me for telling you this, but he was the son of a baron. He was a scholar and a poet. A very bad poet which is how he earned the nickname William the Bloody…Awful Poet."
"A poet!" Buffy managed to choke out as she giggled hysterically. Anya was right next to her laughing loudly. When they both managed to calm down, Anya said, "As much fun as this is, I don't think any of us could top that. I'm ready for a movie."
"Put in Bring It On," Willow said, not caring if Spike came down. "There's this chick in it that looks just like Faith."
Ten minutes into the movie, Spike came bounding down the stairs, wearing only a pair of blue jeans that just barely clung to his slim hips. "You're watching Bring It On, aren't you, Red?" Willow nodded. "Can I join you?" He looked hopefully from Anya to Buffy. They both nodded, trying not to smirk as they pictured him naked
When Spike was curled up next to Willow, Buffy turned to them. "I forgot to tell you. Xander is up to something. He said that he wasn't going to come after Spike himself but that he was going to get someone else to do it. Giles and I agreed that it would be best if you stay here in the house as much as possible."
"I don't think that will be much of a problem, Slayer," he purred, running a finger down Willow's arm.
"So Spike, do you think you could recite some poetry for us," Buffy giggled, knowing that it would drive him crazy that she knew.
"Damn it Red, she wasn't supposed to know. Now I'm never going to live it down."
Willow just patted his arm in a comforting gesture, her gaze on the TV. "There she is," she said.
Buffy looked up and couldn't believe it. It was Faith's doppelganger. "Looks like you weren't kidding. She's the exact image of Faith."
All thoughts of Xander and poetry were lost as they sat back to watch the movie and enjoy their day.