Body Third in the More than a Song trilogy. The first is Peel Me a Grape and the second is Fever. "Why Don't You Do Right?" Written by J. McCoy and Morris Chappell sung by everyone from Patsy Cline to Jessica Rabbit.

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Why Don't You Do Right?

By Vashti

You had plenty money
Nineteen forty one
You lost it all
And then, where do you run?

They were back at Sharna's club. The same smoky air swirled and mixed with that from outside as the door shut behind them. Willow felt a lot more comfortable now than she did the first time here. She'd come very far in lots of ways and was very proud of herself. Besides, it was her birthday, she had a special invitation from Sharna herself and Oz in a collar. What more could a girl want?

Okay so it wasn't much of a collar. She supposed to anyone else it looked more like a very long Y-necklace but they knew better and that was important. Every now and then she caught herself twining her fingers through the long thin silver leash. It slipped and sang as it flowed around her fingers. She'd been surprised when Oz showed up at her door with it in hand.

"What do you want me to do with this?" she'd asked.

"Put it on me," he'd answered easily as if telling her it was Tuesday. Then he turned around and bent his head.

Not knowing what else to do or any way to get out of it Willow secured the small links around his neck. "Um, is that okay?"

Oz shook his head. "Tighter. It's a collar Will." She did the clasp more securely. "Good." Oz turned around for her inspection. "To your liking Mistress?" he'd asked eyes averted but with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Oz! No," she blushed to the roots of her hair, "I refuse to go out with you tonight if you insist on calling me Mistress." For emphasis she stomped her shoeless foot.

Oz chuckled. "Anything you say, Mistress."

"Oz!" She punched his shoulder. Willow's blush refused to go away. "Ohhh, oh come inside so I can finish getting dressed."

"As you wish Mistress."

"Oz!"

Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do?
Get out of here and
get me some money too

The beautiful singer was on-stage when they arrived. Wasn't this the song Roger Rabbit's wife sang? Willow asked herself. "So," Oz interrupted her thoughts, whispering in her ear, "what do you think so far?"

She turned and kissed him. "Great." They'd just come from a long carriage ride and, for once, Willow didn't care if she smelt like a horse. So far the night was absolutely perfect. A hostess led them to their table and, as they sat down, Sharna winked at the pair from on-stage.

Yo' sittin' down wonderin'
what it's all about
If you ain't got no money
they will put you out

This time there were no doubts in Willow's mind when she saw the entire club staring rapt at the exotic woman. This time she could allow herself to be caught in Sharna's husky voice. The pull was almost mystical. Every word seemed to radiate from her long lithe body. Tawny eyes flashed in the stage lights as magic was made with her long fingers.

"And how may I be of -- Miss! And her gentleman friend." Willow was shaken from her reverie.

"Colvin?"

"She remembers my name," he said with mock awe. "Can I get you two anything?" He looked from Oz to Willow.

She shook her head. "You sir?"

"Water," Oz said succinctly.

"Right away."

Sitting close to the stage they didn't notice the newest patron to arrive. No one noticed him but the bouncer. "We don't accept your kind in here," he growled.

"And what kind would that be mate?"

In all honesty the bouncer didn't know but the blond was giving him a bad feeling and he learned a long time ago to trust his feelings. "Out."

"Aw, come on mate, it's my lady friend's birthday. Can't I even say hi?"

"And who would that be?"
Spike had no idea why he was playing nice when all he wanted to do was rip this bloody bastard's head off. Oh, right, there'd be excruciating pain if he did. Bloody Initiative and their bloody chip. "The red'ead up front in the plum. She's sittin' next to the wanker with gre--" the words stuck in Spike's throat. "Uh, that is she's sittin' next to the wanker with red 'air." He couldn't ever remember seeing Oz's real hair color, it had been green last time they'd met.

The bouncer signaled to a waiter. She approached the couple. Willow's head whipped around and spotted Spike. His roguish grin soon soured as Wolf Boy fixed his gaze on the vampire.

Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do?

The waitress returned. "All right," the bouncer conceded though he stared at him through narrowed eyes, "you can go visiting."

"Thanks mate," he said but Spike's tone wasn't as jovial as it had been. Slowly he wended his way around the tables of living folk and joined the only living person he didn't want to eat. Yet. "Willow --"

"Spike," she hissed, "sit your undead butt down!" Oh God it was her worst fear, stuck between the two of them again when they could both remember it coherently.

"Look pet --"

Willow put a painted fingernail to his cold lips, "Shhh, Spike. Listen to the lady," she said her eyes boring into his. Slowly she moved her finger down to his chin and directed his gaze to Sharna.

Just get out of here and
get me some money too

If you had prepared
twenty years ago
You wouldn't have wand'ring
now from do' to do'
Why don't you do right?

"Why don't you do right?" Spike jumped when he heard her whisper in his ear. "You know you shouldn't be here. No, no, don't turn around. Oz thinks I'm giving a firm Willow-esque talk down and I don't plan on disappointing him either. That's right, be a good Spike and keep watching the pretty lady. She is pretty isn't she? Nice to see you agree.

Like some other men do?
Get out of here and
get me some money too

"Now I don't know if you've noticed but Oz is wearing a collar. Why? I'm not really sure actually but I think it has something to do with showing me how much he trusts and loves me. Know what, I respect that and fully reciprocate. I'm sorry, did my lips brush your ear? Didn't mean to. Like I was saying, I trust Oz, I love Oz and he trusts me. Do you trust me Spike? If you do you'll listen to the lady." Between the singer's velvet voice and the redhead's silky whisperings in his ear he was falling under the women's spell.

Oz didn't know what Willow was saying to the vamp but it had to be pretty intense. Course in his opinion being caught between Will and Sharna was a pretty heady place to be. Pretty sexy too. Bad thoughts. Bad Oz. Bad Sharna 'cause he knew she'd go for it. He watched the two of them last time they were here. Now watching Willow give Spike the beat down he relived that feeling of intense luck. How amazing was it that she was with him after the whole Veruca thing. If it meant wearing an obvious, overbearing studded leather collar to keep her happy he'd gladly do it. Why he'd been watching Sharna last time . . .it was absolutely beyond him.

Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do?
Like some other men do?
Like some other men do?

Everyone -- including the blond vampire -- clapped madly as Sharna finished the last song of the set. "Thank you, thank you. Please, a round for my wonderful band and Frank who chooses each night's selections." There was another round of applause. "Now don't all start ordering from the kitchen all at once . . .I'll be back up to sing before it gets here. By the time you eat it'll be well prepared cold food." Waves of soft laughter escorted her offstage.

"Hey Sugar, hiya Willow. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you."

"Sharna," Oz returned her greeting.

"Will, why don't you follow me to the lady's room? All those hot lights give me an unconscionable glow." Before the girl could protest Sharna had pulled her up and out of her seat to the well remembered bathroom.

With one quick glance Willow could see the boys already beginning to glare at each other. "Um, could we make this quick I'm afraid those two will tear each other apart and I've kinda gotten used to Oz the way he is."

"Speakin' of two," she grabbed a tissue from the many toiletries along the mirror, "who's the blond?" Her eyes questioned the petite redhead through the mirror while she dabbed her forehead.

Willow flushed. "Um, uh, that that would be Spike. He um," how to put it, "he was the uh, er --"

"Girl spit it out!"

"He'stheonewhotookthepictures!"

Sharna turned quickly. "He was the one behind the camera?" She nodded. "Well, well, well. Come on honey, like you said, I kinda like Oz hale and hearty too." Indeed when the women returned Spike looked ready to tear the orangey redhead apart. "Oz, sugar, you haven't introduced me to your, ahem, friend."

"I don't think we're exactly friend material."

"Be that as it may it's only gentlemanly."

"Sharna, Spike. Spike, Sharna."

"My, my, and I thought I was the only one who ruffled your fur . . .outside of bed that is." Willow instantly blushed. Turning to he blond Sharna extended her hand. "So very nice to meet you, although I didn't know we served your kind here."

Spike blinked in surprise. "And what kind would that be, pet?" he replied in an attempt to cover his reaction.

"Oh, you know."

Kissing her fingertips he asked, "Why don't you enlighten me."

"The kind that sleeps all day and parties all night without the rock band paraphernalia." Spike raised a scarred brow. "The kind that like their meat extra bloody and still kicking," she added with a superior grin.

"You bloody well told her, didn't you Red!"

Willow shook her head fervently. "Nuh uh. I was nose powdering. See," she pointed to her button nose, "non-shiny." Oz took her finger and kissed it. She turned to him and smiled.

Spike could feel a growl stifled in his chest. If it weren't for this bloody chip he could claim Red as -- "Give it up sugar, there's no hope for you. Or me for that matter."

He turned to the mocha singer. Better than Willow he could see the mystifying tawny green of her eyes. "What's that luv?"

"I see the way you look at them," she whispered. "But do you see the way they look at each other? There's no hope for us, hon."

"Us?"

Sharna's laugh was low and sultry. "Yeah, 'us.' Had a thing for Oz a long time back. Will's not so bad either. I couldn't get under his skin then and it's not worth tryin' now."

"You do know --"

"The whole werewolf thing? Yeah. Known for a while."

Spike turned to face her fully, confusion written on his face. "How did you know I was a vamp? You're a human I'm sure or are you a witch too?"

"Nope full on flesh and bloody which must make your taste buds tingle." He raised an eyebrow lasciviously. Sharna favored him with another spiced laugh. "Right, sugar. Anyway I lived in Sunnydale all my life. And except for summer visits Down South I've always been one of the . . .better informed members of the population."

"Really and how's that?"

"Let's just say I refused to be blind. When a guy hits on you then hits on some other woman and you find her dead in an alley from a barbecue fork wound a few minutes later. . .? Two plus two is still four sugar."

Spike smiled appreciatively. "I like a woman with her brain about her."

"Must be why you like Willow."

His gaze turned to the redheads, one nearly carroty the other dark fire. "No luv, she beat my bloody arse in an unfair fight," he said wistfully.

"Really, and how was that."

"Sicced Oz me. Wolfed out of course."

Sharna's smile lit up her face. "That's my girl. So you didn't want to take the pictures."

"Bloody hell no! Wanted her to bloody well leave me alone at first then . . ."

"And you've been in love since."

"It's that obvious then?"

"It's the same look Oz gives her." He looked and it was true. He wondered what Oz was willing to give up or do for Willow's affections. He swore. "Tsk, tsk sugar."

Two songs and three dances later -- one of which with an silent Spike -- Willow lay with her head on Oz's shoulder. "I want to go home," she said sleepily.

"You sure baby?" He felt her nod. " 'Kay. Let me get your shawl and we'll leave." They wended their way through the swaying crowd to their table. Oz spotted the blond vampire. He swore.

"Oz!"

"Sorry Mistress," Willow blushed. She'd hoped he'd forgotten about that. "How are we gonna ditch Spike," he said more to himself than to her.

Lips set in a grim line she said, "Leave him to me." So Oz stood beside their table while Willow whispered in the vampire's ear to be heard over Sharna's sultry voice. When she pulled away the two stared at each other for a moment before Spike conceded with an explosive rush of air through his nostrils and a nod.

On the street Oz asked what she'd threatened him with. "Told him that I'd make sure he was never allowed back in Sharna's place ever again. He seemed to enjoy her singing as much as everyone else."

"Can you do that?"

She shrugged. "I'm sure I can dig up a spell somewhere if I have to."

Oz grinned and pulled his girlfriend close. Softly, seductively he whispered, "My mistress is very wise indeed." He felt the heat of her cheeks as she flushed to from neckline to hairline. "Love you Wills."

"Love you too Oz."

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Spike searched his pockets for a fag watching Sharna sing. This time, however, it wasn't the beautiful singer's voice he heard but Willow's. "Not only will you never be able to come back to Sharna's club and I know you want to 'cause you think she's hot and a willing meal or a least a willing screw but no more walks with me and Oz-wolf on the full moon. If you try I'll have him tear your throat out and we'll just sit there and watch it grow back before going on our merry way. Got it?" They'd stared at each other for a long moment tightness and resolve in the lines of her face, acquiescence, longing and defiance in his. He'd blown the air that'd been gathering in his lungs for the past couple of years out through his nostrils and nodded. They'd both known he would.

If he wanted her he was going to do it right, on her terms.

Fin