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Fever
Second in the More than a Song trilogy. The first is Peel Me a Grape, and the third will be Do Right. "Fever" by J. Davenport and E. Cooley, covered by many.
Never know how much I love you
never know how much I care
"Thanks Oz, you are the absolute greatest boyfriend ever!"
"Um, you haven't exactly had that many Will."
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
She giggled. "I know, but you're still the best." Suddenly frowning Willow asked, "Are you sure you won't mind?"
"I promised, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, no big," the bassist shrugged. "Besides, I probably won't remember any of it anyhow."
Willow still frowned. "But what if you do, what if someone tells you wat happened. What if we run into Xander and he takes pictures and posts them on the web or we run into Devon and the Dingoes and then I have to explain what I'm doing walking --"
Oz cut off his girlfriend with a kiss.
Listen to me baby, hear every word I say
no one can love you the way I do
'cause they don't know how to love you my way
You give me fever when you kiss me
fever when you hold me tight
fever. . . in the mornin'
fever all through the night
"Did you kiss because I was rambling?"
"No, it was just a good excuse to kiss you."
Willow blushed.
Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
'cause I know you're gonna treat me right
Bless my soul I love you, take this heart away
Take these arms I'll never use
and just believe in what my lips have to say
"So, um, uh," between her brain and her mouth the words were fumbled. "Change now?"
Oz closed his eyes then opened them. "Soon."
Willow nodded mutely. Something caught her attention. "Do you hear that? Do you hear music?"
"Coming from outside?"
"Uh huh."
"Yeah. I hear it."
Her curiousity was raised. "I'm, I'm gonna go check it out, okay? Don't go anywhere."
"No chance of that," Oz said but she didn't hear. She was already outside the library doors. Oz closed the cage door beginning to feel the effects of the full moon.
Willow followed the sound outside the cave unable to figure out where it was coming from. It was getting louder, closer. What was the name of that song? It was on the tip of her tongue but she still couldn't put her finger on it. Funny, they had been talking about tip-of-the-tongue syndrome in psych.
Suddenly aware of why she was in the middle of the woods at night in Sunnydale she raced back to Oz's cage.
You give me fever when you kiss me
fever when you hold me tight
fever ... in the mornin'
fever all through the night
Everybody's got the fever
That is somethin' you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long time ago
Oz-wolf rushed headlong against the doors of the cage at Willow's approach. She flinched. Slowly, with hands outstretched as Giles had taught her, she approached him. Warily he watched her turning his head from side to side. Oz knew this scent, knew this female. He trusted her.
"That's right," Willow said in her best soft and soothing voice, "I'm the nice redhead. I won't hurt you. And I'd, I'd probably just scream and run away if you attacked and that'd be bad, right? Right." He cocked his head but was calm. "I'm so glad you agree. Really I am." Quickly, but not too quickly, she went to a corner of the cave and retrieved her bag.
"Right," she repeated, "now, um, I'm going to open the door, okay?" she said slowly. Oz backed away from the inwardly opening door. "Well, this isn't as hard as I thought it would be," Willow said to herself. The wolf's ears perked anyhow. "Okay, okay. Um," she carefully aproached her lover turned werewolf, "nice Oz, good Oz. Is it okay if I pet you?" She tried desperately not to make eye contact or show her teeth. It was hard going since she had the strongest urge to giggle.
Oz growled low as she invaded his personal space but it was a warning not a threat. Or Willow hoped it wasn't a threat.
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet, she felt the same
"That's right, just a little pet." And he let her. Her smile spread from ear to ear -- then she remember not to show teeth. "Bad Willow, bad!" she admonished herself.
"All right then, next step --"
When he put his arms around her
"He said Julie baby, you're my flame"
He gave her fever
"-- just remember you promised Oz."
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
had a very mad affair
~~~~~~~
"Red?"
"Oh, hi Spike. What're you doing here? I thought you'd be getting your nightly beat-up-baddies fix or draining a nice bag of pig's blood," Willow said.
"I could ask you the same thing," he answered taking a drag of his cigarette, "except that's my second question."
Willow looked at the blond vampire. "Oh? What's the first one?"
"What in the God forsaken name of Sunnyhell are walking?"
Straight-faced she answered, "Oz."
"Right, cuz that makes even more sense." Throwing his still smoldering cigarette into the gutter, he said, "Look luv --"
"Not your luv."
When her daddy tried to kill him
she said, "Daddy oh don't you dare
"Look ducks --"
"Not ducks either."
"Gettin' pushy are we? Pet then?"
"Nope."
"Princess?"
"Nuh uh."
"Baby?"
He gives me fever
with his kisses
fever when he holds me tight
Oz growled. "I don't think he likes that one either."
Spike looked at the weir warily. "Right. Okay then, Red it is." He raised his hand as she started to protest. "Can't contest that one du-- uh, Willow. Gotta admit you are a bleedin' red'ead if I ever saw one."
"All right, if you have to call me something then I guess Red'll do." Willow stopped in her tracks and turned to the vampire. Nearly bumping into her he sputtered. "Did we just have a semi-normal conversation? I mean as semi-normal as things get on the Hellmouth."
Spike opened his mouth then shut it. "I think so." He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Oh God, I really am goin' soft. Next thing you know," he continued to rant to himself, wiping his face as if that could cure things, "I'll be 'elpin people for the sake of it, for the bloody effin principle! I'm becomin' the Almighty Poof himself. That's it, if I chasin' afer Slayers skirt I'll stake --"
Fever, I'm his Misses
Daddy, won't you treat him right"
"Spike!"
He looked down at the redhead. "What? Can't you see I'm contemplatin' my end here?"
"I won't tell if you won't," she said supressing an urge to laugh.
"You won't tell anyone about our little conversation --"
"If you won't tell anyone I went walking Oz."
" 'Ow do I know I can trust you?" He cocked his head at her and this time she did laugh. "What? What now?"
She shook her head trying to talk around the laughter. "No, it's not your fault. You reminded me of Oz is all. I'm, I'm sorry." Willow looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "Forgive me?"
Inexplicably Spike was caught. It was Oz's warning growl that freed him. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
If Willow noticed she didn't say. "So, I guess you're gonna leave now and get drunk and hope that this was all a Initiative chip induced hallucination which is probably good because how would I explain it if someone I knew like Xander or Buffy or Giles walked up and saw me talking to our enemy -- even if he is chipped -- and walking my werewolf boyfriend who's all wolfed out and --"
Spike suddenly yanked her close and kissed her.
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made:
"What, what was that?" Willow asked when he finally released her. "And you're breathing hard. I thought vampires didn't breath."
With shaky fingers Spike pulled the last cigarette from his pack. "We don't chit."
"Red or Willow."
"Whatever!" he exploded. "And keep Dog Boy off me," he said as Oz threatened to break free of his leash. "Damned redheads," he muttered, turning away from her, "knew I should ha' never left the bleedin' cemetary. Nooo, had to go lookin' for a little action. See where it gets you mate, kissin' the wanna be witch with her werewolf boyfriend lookin' on no less.
"Bloody Sunnyhell. Bloody Hellmouth." He felt Willows small hand on his shoulder and flinched.
"Jeez, sorry. I was just trying to help."
"Well you've bloody well helped enough, thank you!"
"All right, going. I can take a hint." Willow pulled the growling raring Oz back the way they came, towards a park. "Come on Oz, leave him alone." As if he understood he suddenly pulled her in the direction she wanted to go. "Whoa. Okay. Wait up! Oz, my arms still attached you know!"
Spike watched her go.
"Pet . . . Red, wait." She ignored him. He caught up to the retreating couple, grabbing Willow by the shoulder. Instantly Oz broke free of Willow's grasp and landed, snarling, on Spike. "Godda- Willow, get your bleedin' boyfriend offa me!"
"Oz, don't bite," she commanded. He stopped snapping at the blond vamp but his growl rumbled through both their bodies. Willow crouched close to Spike's face. "I tried being nice, didn't I?"
Spike nodded.
"Matter of fact I think I was very nice. All I wanted to do was take a pleasant walk with my wolfed out boyfriend and then you come interrupt me. You start asking questions. . .ranting about your chippedness . . .and did I say anything?"
Spike shook his head.
"Nooo, I did not. Then you kiss me. While it seems that my rambling has inspired guys that way you're not technically human. Still I was willing to let it slide." Her voice was as soft as it had been with Oz earlier that evening. "But then, then you decide to yell at me. You upset my boyfriend," she carded Oz's surprisingly silky fur, "and continue to call me those annoying pet names. I think that was bad. Don't you think that was bad?"
Spike nodded.
"So, considering you've been a very bad Spike I think I should let Oz have a little taste. It's not like you won't heal. Oz won't remember it tomorrow and I'll be avenged. Does that sound like a good idea?"
chicks were made to give you fever
be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
Spike nodded then shook his head, "No, no. That . . .that would be a bad idea pe-- er, Willow. A very bad idea."
"In that case I suggest you either leave me and Oz alone or, if you insist on coming along promise to behave. Will you behave, William the Chipped?"
It was embarrassing being subjugated by the witch and her dog. God he wanted her.
"Will you?" Oz growled louder.
"I promise."
"Promise what?"
"I promise to behave."
Willow patted his cheek. "That's a good Spike. Oz up!" she ordered.
At least with the wolf on him he could hide his erection. Thank God for the duster, he thought.
We give you fever when we kiss you
fever -- if you live and learn --
"Come on Spike," she said, attitude having done a complete 360ยบ. Willow picked up Oz's leash, wrapping it around one hand and linking her other arm through Spikes. Inside she was reeling from her conquest. She, Willow Rosenberg had dominated a master vampire. Well, he was chipped and it was Oz who had technically done the dominating but she was the talker. She had been smooth and cool and icily threatening. Evil Willow would be proud.
"So where would you like to go?"
"Wherever you want Red. I learned my lesson."
Willow laughed.
Oz walked into the Magic Box and spotted Willow in the back. "Hey babe. How was last night?"
She smiled up at him and gave him a kiss. "Great. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"I woke up okay. No bad memories. I'm guessing nothing bad happened."
"Nope," she said smiling a little brighter than necessary, "no bad things."
Before Oz could sit Spike appeared from the back. "What are you doing here?" Giles asked, coming to the back looking for a book. "I thought you'd vowed to avoid us."
"Yeah, well. . ." That was as far as he got catching sight of Willow.
"What are you doing here?" Oz repeated. His usual laid back demeanor gone. He didn't know where this sudden anger had come from but he ran with it.
"What is it to you Dog Boy?" The men -- sorta men -- bristled, glaring at each other.
"Oz! Spike! Stop you two," she admonished.
Automatically Oz turned to his girlfriend. "I'm sorry, baby," he apologized turning his back on the vampire putting his arms around her. "He just puts me on guard. Don't know why," he whispered.
Willow's thoughts turned to the previous night. The three of them ended up in a clearing in the cemetary (leave it to Sunnydale to have more cemetaries than parks. It was unnatural, then again so was Sunnydale.) watching the stars. She'd carded Oz's fur with one hand while and Spike played with the other. Certainly not what she'd expected on her planned outing.
She also hadn't expected her boyfriend to remember last nights, er, upsetness.
"Don't worry Dog Boy," Spike said, "I'm not after the Princess."
"Red!" They corrected simultaneously.
~~~~~~~~~~
fever till you sizzle
"Hey, Sharna, mail for you."
"Thanks Luke. Where's it from?"
He looked the package over. "Uh, you know anyone in Sunnydale?"
"Yeah, a good friend of mine."
"Really?" He shivered. "That place always gave me the creeps."
"Me too. It's why I moved out." He handed her the manilla envelope. "Thanks again Luke. Is the rest of the band here?"
He shrugged. "Want me to find out?"
"Nah, don't worry bout it sugar. Oh, but if you see Freddy ask him if he wants to do Fever again, all right?" As soon as he was gone she slit the envelope opening with one long fingernail.
Dear Sharna,
It's not exactly what you asked for but here are the pictures I promised.
Willow
P.S. You're right, it is more than just a song.
Sharna grinned, unable to believe the little redhead had actually done it. There, in her hands were pictures of a collared and leashed Oz and a smiling waving Willow. Laughing she put them on her dressing room mirror.
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn, ah
What a lovely way to burn
Fin