Whipped (1/1)
Changes of Hearts series, Story 3
By: Evil Willow
Email: lcaspell@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13, for swearing
Distribution: Sure, just ask. And it's at my site:
www.crosswinds.net/~evilwillow/index.html
Feedback: Please! I'll even accept flames, because fire is fun.
Category: Story/Humor/Romance/song-fic.
Keywords: Couples: Spike/Anya, Willow/Xander
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine technically, but I think
they have more fun with me..... Oh, all right. Joss Whedon, the WB, FOX,
They own BTVS and all the characters in it. Oh, and I've borrowed lyrics
from songs in "The Fragile", by the awesome Nine Inch Nails. Credit will be
given where credit is due, just see the end of the fic for the titles
of the songs.
Summary: Spike discovers something about his quickly-evolving relationship
with Anya.
Words in * * are thoughts. Words in are song lyrics.
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Sunnydale
Spike's Mansion
Sunday afternoon
"Spike...." Anya whined from where she was sitting on the couch, "Get
back over here!"
Spike looked over from where he had been engrossed in his CD
collection and raised an eyebrow at Anya. "Patience, Luv. Didn't your
Mum ever tell you it was a virtue?"
"Maybe, a thousand years ago. Didn't your 'Mum' ever teach you to..."
Spike put the CD in the player and turned to look at her, "To what?" he asked.
"Um, nothing. It was stupid, never mind," she said, not meeting his
eyes.
"Anya..." Spike walked over to the couch and knelt down in front of
her. Taking her chin gently in his hand he turned her to face him. "Say
what you were going to say. If it was stupid, you wouldn't have stopped."
"Oh, I was just going to say something like 'Didn't your Mum ever
teach you to keep your woman happy.' But that doesn't fit, does it? I mean
because that's not what I am... I mean, because--"
Spike silenced her with a passionate kiss, and when he pulled away, he
said tenderly, "That's exactly what you are, if that's what you want to
be."
"Now why the hell didn't you show me this side of you a long time
ago?" Anya wondered as she stroked his face.
"Because I'm an idiot?" Spike offered with a rueful grin, which
widened when it earned him a laugh.
"Whatever. I'm just glad I got to see it eventually," Anya smiled at
him.
"Good, now make room for me, Woman!" Spike said, as he crawled onto
the couch and spooned up behind her. He smiled at Anya's sigh of
contentment and said, "Wonder how much you're going to like this choice of music,
though?" as he reached for the remote and started the CD.
I've become impossible
Holding on to when
When everything seemed to matter more
The two of us
All used and beaten up
Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose
You and me
We're in this together now
Non of them can stop us now
We will make it through somehow
You and me
If the world should break in two
Until the very end of me
Until the very end of you**
"Hmm, why doesn't it surprise me at all that Nine Inch Nails is one
of your music selections," she asked teasingly. "And are you trying to tell me
something with that song choice?"
"Just like it, that's all," Spike said with a shrug. "I can
change it, if you want."
"No, it's fine. I should really go, anyway" she answered, completely
unconvincingly.
"Yeah, uh-huh," Spike said, completely disbelieving her.
She turned to look at him and stuck her tongue out. At that, he said
mischievously, "Don't tempt me, luv,"
"Who, me? I'm completely innocent," Anya responded, with a twinkle in
her eye.
Spike laughed at that, and Anya replied by hitting him,
playfully. "Don't laugh at me. Seriously, though, Spike. I at least need to go get
something to eat. I'm hungry, and blood just doesn't do it for me."
"Yeah, guess not," Spike said, reluctantly releasing her from his
arms. "But you couldn't wait until sundown?" he asked.
Anya sighed and rolled her eyes as she stood over him, "Oh, come on.
I've seen how you handle the sunlight. Just throw something over your
head, and deal," she challenged. "Besides, I will be soooo grateful if you come
to my place with me. I really don't want to deal with Xander, not until I've
decided on a proper revenge. And, if he sees us together, that will
just scare him more," she finished with a wicked smile.
"I like the way you think, Anya," Spike said appreciatively, as he
reluctantly dragged himself off the couch. "So what's in it for me?"
he added with a grin.
"Oh, I think we can come up with something," Anya answered, and
allowed her eyes to trail down his body slowly and back up to his face, licking
her lips suggestively.
"If you keep that up, I'm not letting you out of this house," he growled and
captured her in his arms.
Anya smiled, "Oh, we'll play later, Spike. I promise," and kissed him
thoroughly to prove her point.
She pulled away and was half-way out the door before Spike recovered
the use of his legs. "Hey, wait!" he yelled. Anya giggled as he threw his
duster over his head and ran to catch up with her.
&&&&&&&&&&&
Xander was sitting in front of Anya's door, determined to speak to
her when she came home. He looked up and saw something that he never
would have expected to see in his short life.
*Why the hell are Spike and Anya walking down the street together????*
Even from 20 feet away, he could see Anya's eyes narrow to a thin
point when she noticed him. He stood, and cleared his throat nervously,
wishing that he had a stake or something to get rid of Spike. The last thing
he wanted was to provide Spike's amusement for the day with what was
sure to be a knock-down (Xander being knocked down) drag-out (Anya dragging
him out to the street, beating him senseless, and leaving him for dead) fight.
As Anya came within six inches of him, Xander tried to smile, but it
didn't stick. "Anya," he said hoarsely.
"Go fuck yourself," Anya said shortly and then pushed him roughly out of the way
to unlock the door.
"Bugger off, Xander," Spike grinned at the bewildered teen.
*He's enjoying this too much. He needs to be dust-boy. Right now*
Xander looked around, wishing for a stake to magically appear.
These thoughts were hit over the head numerous times and then shoved out of
the way by the thoughts in response to what happened next.
Anya had just located her key, and was unlocking the door, when Spike
came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist, and pushed her against
the door, nibbling on her earlobe. Xander contemplated defending Anya
from this attack, briefly, but that thought got trampled and killed by
Anya's giggling. She was obviously not in need of Xander's assistance.
*What? Anya? Spike? Ear? Alternate Universe? Help?* were just some of
the thoughts running through Xander's head at this point.
He then made a strangled sound, which might have been an attempt at
words, but could not be translated in any language.
"Still here?" Spike said with a malicious grin. "If it weren't for
that damn chip, I would slowly take you apart limb from limb. I'd like
to hear you scream. I know you heard the lady, so get lost," he suggested,
then returned his attention to Anya's earlobe.
"Spike, I gotta get the door open," Anya said breathlessly.
*Gotta find Giles. There's gotta be a curse, or a spell, or some
reason that the world has gone crazy. I gotta find Willow. God, I hope she's
still normal!* With that thought, Xander slowly made his way off Anya's
porch, in the general direction (he hoped) of Giles' place.
Anya smiled and finally managed to unlock the door. "That was
fun!" she said, as she pushed the door open and turned to look at Spike.
"Aw, that wasn't fun. I'll show you fun," Spike said, giving her a
look she had come to recognize all too well in the last twenty-four hours.
"Spike!" Anya squealed, "I told you I'm hungry!" She dodged his arms as she
backed into the kitchen.
"Well, so am I!" Spike said, still grinning, as he matched her pace for
pace.
"Stop that!" Anya said, half-heartedly. "Spike, come on..." She trailed
off as he backed her right into the counter. She put her hands on his chest and
held him back. "I'm serious, now," she insisted, when he grabbed her hands and
held them at her sides. She giggled, in spite of herself, when he gave her a
pout. "I said we'd play later," she reminded him.
Spike sighed in mock-defeat and released her arms, moving away
a couple of feet. "Okay, you win. Again. Don't think this means I'm
always that easy, though," he added, getting a grin in response.
*Whipped. Less than 24 hours and the girl already has me whipped,* he
thought to himself with a shake of his head. He leaned up against the wall
and watched her as she went to her refrigerator to contemplate lunch.
He then wandered to her living room. "Mind if I put on some music, Luv?"
"No, that's fine, Spike. Whatever you want," she called from the kitchen.
"Okay, Anya. What've we got here?" Spike said to himself as he
started to sort through Anya's CD collection. "Ah, perfect," he said with a grin
as he popped in the CD....
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away ***
"Now what do you know about that?" Spike returned to the kitchen and
smiled at her.
"What? I'm not allowed to like Nine Inch Nails, too? You're not the
only rebel in this world, you know," Anya retorted with a smile of her
own.
"Touche." Spike proceeded to watch with amusement as Anya
returned to her refrigerator, found it lacking, turned to the
freezer, was obviously unimpressed there too and let out a dejected whimper.
"Sun's going down," Spike noted. At Anya's bewildered 'so what' look,
he explained, "I'll go get you something to eat, since obviously you're not
happy with what you see here."
"Oh! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Anya replied enthusiastically,
running over and kissing him repeatedly.
"Okay now, keep that up, and I'm not going anywhere," Spike
threatened. He laughed when Anya backed away quickly. "I get it, you're hungry.
What do you want?"
"Surprise me," Anya said.
"Deal. Now don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon." Spike kissed her
gently, lingering.
"Spike, go! The sooner you leave the sooner you're back!" Anya
laughed.
Spike nodded and headed out the door.
*Whipped* he thought to himself again with a grin.
&&&&&&&&&&&&
Xander meanwhile had ended up wandering around town for what had
seemed like hours. He couldn't get away from the mental image
of Spike's holding Anya. Kissing Anya.
*MY Anya...well, I guess not mine anymore, but still. She deserves
better than that Billy Idol-wannabe. God, didn't the 90's even penetrate his
thick skull?*
He was so lost in thought he literally ran right into...
"Drusilla????"
***************
End of Part 3
Changes of Hearts series, Story 3
By: Evil Willow
Email: lcaspell@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13, for swearing
Distribution: Sure, just ask. And it's at my site:
www.crosswinds.net/~evilwillow/index.html
Feedback: Please! I'll even accept flames, because fire is fun.
Category: Story/Humor/Romance/song-fic.
Keywords: Couples: Spike/Anya, Willow/Xander
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine technically, but I think
they have more fun with me..... Oh, all right. Joss Whedon, the WB, FOX,
They own BTVS and all the characters in it. Oh, and I've borrowed lyrics
from songs in "The Fragile", by the awesome Nine Inch Nails. Credit will be
given where credit is due, just see the end of the fic for the titles
of the songs.
Summary: Spike discovers something about his quickly-evolving relationship
with Anya.
Words in * * are thoughts. Words in are song lyrics.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Sunnydale
Spike's Mansion
Sunday afternoon
"Spike...." Anya whined from where she was sitting on the couch, "Get
back over here!"
Spike looked over from where he had been engrossed in his CD
collection and raised an eyebrow at Anya. "Patience, Luv. Didn't your
Mum ever tell you it was a virtue?"
"Maybe, a thousand years ago. Didn't your 'Mum' ever teach you to..."
Spike put the CD in the player and turned to look at her, "To what?" he asked.
"Um, nothing. It was stupid, never mind," she said, not meeting his
eyes.
"Anya..." Spike walked over to the couch and knelt down in front of
her. Taking her chin gently in his hand he turned her to face him. "Say
what you were going to say. If it was stupid, you wouldn't have stopped."
"Oh, I was just going to say something like 'Didn't your Mum ever
teach you to keep your woman happy.' But that doesn't fit, does it? I mean
because that's not what I am... I mean, because--"
Spike silenced her with a passionate kiss, and when he pulled away, he
said tenderly, "That's exactly what you are, if that's what you want to
be."
"Now why the hell didn't you show me this side of you a long time
ago?" Anya wondered as she stroked his face.
"Because I'm an idiot?" Spike offered with a rueful grin, which
widened when it earned him a laugh.
"Whatever. I'm just glad I got to see it eventually," Anya smiled at
him.
"Good, now make room for me, Woman!" Spike said, as he crawled onto
the couch and spooned up behind her. He smiled at Anya's sigh of
contentment and said, "Wonder how much you're going to like this choice of music,
though?" as he reached for the remote and started the CD.
I've become impossible
Holding on to when
When everything seemed to matter more
The two of us
All used and beaten up
Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose
You and me
We're in this together now
Non of them can stop us now
We will make it through somehow
You and me
If the world should break in two
Until the very end of me
Until the very end of you**
"Hmm, why doesn't it surprise me at all that Nine Inch Nails is one
of your music selections," she asked teasingly. "And are you trying to tell me
something with that song choice?"
"Just like it, that's all," Spike said with a shrug. "I can
change it, if you want."
"No, it's fine. I should really go, anyway" she answered, completely
unconvincingly.
"Yeah, uh-huh," Spike said, completely disbelieving her.
She turned to look at him and stuck her tongue out. At that, he said
mischievously, "Don't tempt me, luv,"
"Who, me? I'm completely innocent," Anya responded, with a twinkle in
her eye.
Spike laughed at that, and Anya replied by hitting him,
playfully. "Don't laugh at me. Seriously, though, Spike. I at least need to go get
something to eat. I'm hungry, and blood just doesn't do it for me."
"Yeah, guess not," Spike said, reluctantly releasing her from his
arms. "But you couldn't wait until sundown?" he asked.
Anya sighed and rolled her eyes as she stood over him, "Oh, come on.
I've seen how you handle the sunlight. Just throw something over your
head, and deal," she challenged. "Besides, I will be soooo grateful if you come
to my place with me. I really don't want to deal with Xander, not until I've
decided on a proper revenge. And, if he sees us together, that will
just scare him more," she finished with a wicked smile.
"I like the way you think, Anya," Spike said appreciatively, as he
reluctantly dragged himself off the couch. "So what's in it for me?"
he added with a grin.
"Oh, I think we can come up with something," Anya answered, and
allowed her eyes to trail down his body slowly and back up to his face, licking
her lips suggestively.
"If you keep that up, I'm not letting you out of this house," he growled and
captured her in his arms.
Anya smiled, "Oh, we'll play later, Spike. I promise," and kissed him
thoroughly to prove her point.
She pulled away and was half-way out the door before Spike recovered
the use of his legs. "Hey, wait!" he yelled. Anya giggled as he threw his
duster over his head and ran to catch up with her.
&&&&&&&&&&&
Xander was sitting in front of Anya's door, determined to speak to
her when she came home. He looked up and saw something that he never
would have expected to see in his short life.
*Why the hell are Spike and Anya walking down the street together????*
Even from 20 feet away, he could see Anya's eyes narrow to a thin
point when she noticed him. He stood, and cleared his throat nervously,
wishing that he had a stake or something to get rid of Spike. The last thing
he wanted was to provide Spike's amusement for the day with what was
sure to be a knock-down (Xander being knocked down) drag-out (Anya dragging
him out to the street, beating him senseless, and leaving him for dead) fight.
As Anya came within six inches of him, Xander tried to smile, but it
didn't stick. "Anya," he said hoarsely.
"Go fuck yourself," Anya said shortly and then pushed him roughly out of the way
to unlock the door.
"Bugger off, Xander," Spike grinned at the bewildered teen.
*He's enjoying this too much. He needs to be dust-boy. Right now*
Xander looked around, wishing for a stake to magically appear.
These thoughts were hit over the head numerous times and then shoved out of
the way by the thoughts in response to what happened next.
Anya had just located her key, and was unlocking the door, when Spike
came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist, and pushed her against
the door, nibbling on her earlobe. Xander contemplated defending Anya
from this attack, briefly, but that thought got trampled and killed by
Anya's giggling. She was obviously not in need of Xander's assistance.
*What? Anya? Spike? Ear? Alternate Universe? Help?* were just some of
the thoughts running through Xander's head at this point.
He then made a strangled sound, which might have been an attempt at
words, but could not be translated in any language.
"Still here?" Spike said with a malicious grin. "If it weren't for
that damn chip, I would slowly take you apart limb from limb. I'd like
to hear you scream. I know you heard the lady, so get lost," he suggested,
then returned his attention to Anya's earlobe.
"Spike, I gotta get the door open," Anya said breathlessly.
*Gotta find Giles. There's gotta be a curse, or a spell, or some
reason that the world has gone crazy. I gotta find Willow. God, I hope she's
still normal!* With that thought, Xander slowly made his way off Anya's
porch, in the general direction (he hoped) of Giles' place.
Anya smiled and finally managed to unlock the door. "That was
fun!" she said, as she pushed the door open and turned to look at Spike.
"Aw, that wasn't fun. I'll show you fun," Spike said, giving her a
look she had come to recognize all too well in the last twenty-four hours.
"Spike!" Anya squealed, "I told you I'm hungry!" She dodged his arms as she
backed into the kitchen.
"Well, so am I!" Spike said, still grinning, as he matched her pace for
pace.
"Stop that!" Anya said, half-heartedly. "Spike, come on..." She trailed
off as he backed her right into the counter. She put her hands on his chest and
held him back. "I'm serious, now," she insisted, when he grabbed her hands and
held them at her sides. She giggled, in spite of herself, when he gave her a
pout. "I said we'd play later," she reminded him.
Spike sighed in mock-defeat and released her arms, moving away
a couple of feet. "Okay, you win. Again. Don't think this means I'm
always that easy, though," he added, getting a grin in response.
*Whipped. Less than 24 hours and the girl already has me whipped,* he
thought to himself with a shake of his head. He leaned up against the wall
and watched her as she went to her refrigerator to contemplate lunch.
He then wandered to her living room. "Mind if I put on some music, Luv?"
"No, that's fine, Spike. Whatever you want," she called from the kitchen.
"Okay, Anya. What've we got here?" Spike said to himself as he
started to sort through Anya's CD collection. "Ah, perfect," he said with a grin
as he popped in the CD....
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away ***
"Now what do you know about that?" Spike returned to the kitchen and
smiled at her.
"What? I'm not allowed to like Nine Inch Nails, too? You're not the
only rebel in this world, you know," Anya retorted with a smile of her
own.
"Touche." Spike proceeded to watch with amusement as Anya
returned to her refrigerator, found it lacking, turned to the
freezer, was obviously unimpressed there too and let out a dejected whimper.
"Sun's going down," Spike noted. At Anya's bewildered 'so what' look,
he explained, "I'll go get you something to eat, since obviously you're not
happy with what you see here."
"Oh! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Anya replied enthusiastically,
running over and kissing him repeatedly.
"Okay now, keep that up, and I'm not going anywhere," Spike
threatened. He laughed when Anya backed away quickly. "I get it, you're hungry.
What do you want?"
"Surprise me," Anya said.
"Deal. Now don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon." Spike kissed her
gently, lingering.
"Spike, go! The sooner you leave the sooner you're back!" Anya
laughed.
Spike nodded and headed out the door.
*Whipped* he thought to himself again with a grin.
&&&&&&&&&&&&
Xander meanwhile had ended up wandering around town for what had
seemed like hours. He couldn't get away from the mental image
of Spike's holding Anya. Kissing Anya.
*MY Anya...well, I guess not mine anymore, but still. She deserves
better than that Billy Idol-wannabe. God, didn't the 90's even penetrate his
thick skull?*
He was so lost in thought he literally ran right into...
"Drusilla????"
***************
End of Part 3