Amy grinned at Willow, she'd never really been one for girls...or even sexy-dancing with girls and she found that she was really enjoying herself. Especially the slack-jawed looks the guys were giving them. Hands flittered down Willow's sides and the redhead grinned. The brunette turned around and slid to a slight slouch before Willow before rising to a standing position as Willow's hands slid down Amy's bare arms.
"Girls can be fun too," Willow purred in Amy's ear and the brunette nodded. Then Willow's attention was pulled to the sight of the bleached-blond vampire watching them with an expression akin to shock on his handsome face.
Amy's eyes followed Willow's and she smiled sexily at him. "Wanna make him squirm?" she whispered and she could feel Willow nod and Amy turned back to Willow, moving as close as she could without really touching. They could hear quite a few groans coming from the males in the club.
God...where'd they learn to do that? Spike wondered. He shoved through the group of teenagers that had congregated around the two and moved between them. "Glad you joined us," Amy said from behind.
With Amy Madison at his back and Willow Rosenberg at his front, the two girls had made a Spike sandwich. The music changed to a sexy trance-like song. "I love this song," the redhead whispered, she pulled back from Spike, lips moving with the words.
Take me down, six underground
The ground beneath your feet
Laid out low, nothin' to go
Nowhere a way to meet
Spike growled as Willow ran her hands down his back, her hands stopping just above his butt. Amy also knew the song Willow had played it enough times, it was the song she played sometimes when she was in "the mood." "I'll just sit this one out," Amy said as she left the dance floor and within seconds a line of boys stood before the former-rat, begging her to dance. She finally relented and joined a very hot guy in a slow, seductive dance.
I've got a head full of drought
Down here
So far from losing out
'Round here
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open
To fallin' from grace
Spike ran his hands down Willow's arms, moving close to her and her hips ground against his. "Are you ready to fall from grace, pet?" he whispered.
"Maybe," she replied cryptically, never missing a beat, she was so close he could feel her breath. His fingers ran over her cheek.
Calm me down
Bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothin' else
In me
You're better than I wanna be
His eyes met Willow's and she gave him a little smile as her hands wound around his neck. "You're better than I wanna be," she whispered.
Don't think 'cause I understand
I care
Don't think 'cause I'm talkin'
We're friends
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open
To fallin' from grace
"So...Spike, how do you feel about Buffy?" Willow asked off-handedly.
Anger flashed in Spike's eyes. "I want to kill her...I want to drink her dry," he said very seriously.
Talk me down
Safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out
Scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
Willow nodded, silently cheering. But that didn't mean that he didn't want to sleep with her. "But do you, uh, wanna...um..." she started and Spike couldn't even pick up the rest of what she said with his vampiric hearing.
"What?" he asked.
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much
I take whatever you're givin'
Not enough
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open
"You don't want to sleep with Buffy?" she said. Spike suddenly looked very sick to his stomach and Willow wished she hadn't asked because if he was going to throw up, it would be very...ewww.
"God, no...I'd rather be bathed in holy water," Spike shuddered and was very surprised to be the recipient of a hug from Willow. "Any day you need me to tell you I'd never want to sleep with Buffy, just ask."
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much
I take whatever you're givin'
Not enough
Overground
Watch this space
I'm open
To fallin' from grace
Willow grinned at him and they continued to dance until the song ended and at the end of the semi-pornographic dance, Spike was very turned on. She led him to a table where her friend sat and Willow beamed at Amy. "Spike doesn't want to sleep with Buffy!" she gushed.
"That is so great," Amy chirped. Spike looked at the two as if they'd suddenly grown second heads.
"O...kay..." he said.
"Um...uh...okay...that's good..." Willow rambled, blushing.
"It is," Amy agreed.
"Are you two drunk?" Spike asked.
"No!" Willow and Amy chirped in unison.
"We aren't...it's just Amy and I shared a dream - okay, more of a nightmare - and...well, you and Buffy were making like rabid bunnies. And 'cause Buffy was so...um...preoccupied with you and your...parts. The world ended and we died horribly," Willow covered.
"I can vouch that there is no way I'd ever sleep with the Slayer," he answered, "I still have nightmares about that wonky spell of yours that made me propose to her. It took me weeks to finally get the Buffy-taste out of my mouth."
Willow grimaced. "Sorry about that," she whispered.
"Okay, don't go all broody on me, pet," he muttered.
"Um, maybe we can go to the Magic Box and see if there are any new baddies for us to kill?" Willow asked.
"That sounds like fun...well, it doesn't sound like fun but it'd be...interesting?" Amy answered.
"Now we're talkin', ladies," he smirked. "Nothin' like a bit of violence to spice up your unlife." He started off, the two girls trailing slightly after him to admire his behind.
"I'd rather Spike up my life," Willow whispered to Amy and the brunette giggled. Spike turned to face them and the girls burst into a fit of giggles like some pre-teens gushing about which pop star that couldn't sing was the cutest.
"Girls..." he warned and they laced their arms into each of his in a fascimile of The Wizard of Oz until they arrived at the Magic Box. Willow gulped and Amy gave her a reassuring smile. Spike entered the Magic Box like he owned it. "Well, hello there."
There was a swagger to his step, he was back to the old Spike. Big words and the attitude that Willow had missed since he became obsessed with Buffy. It was good to have him back. Willow and Amy exchanged a deer-in-headlights look.
"Spike..." Xander said, "you know, we're not in the mood for your obsession right now. So if that's why you're here then you can go away. Now."
"Obsession?" Spike asked.
"With Buffy, whom you wish to have sexual intercourse with," Anya stated. Spike winced.
"Why does everyone think I want to shag the Slayer!?" Spike demanded.
"Who whatting the huh?" Buffy asked as she entered the main floor of the Magic Box from her training room.
"Spike and his obsession," Anya sighed.
"With killing demons?" Buffy asked.
"No! Wanting to sleep with you!" Xander answered.
Buffy paled as she looked from Xander to Spike. "Oh, my...ew!" Buffy cried. "Spike...me...nudity!? I-I think, I think I'm going to be sick."
"I do not want to...with you! For fuck's sake!" Spike growled. "I'd rather shag the moron."
"Moron? You mean Xander...you can't, he's mine!" Anya stated.
"Guys, what are you two talking about? Spike wants nothing more than to kill Buffy, which is mean - and wrong - but he never wanted to...you know...with her. Where have you been?" Willow joined in. Should have used that spell on everyone, she mused.
"Exactly, Willow's right," Amy answered, nodding.
And that was the last time Spike's crush on Buffy was ever talked about which relieved Willow to no end.
It had been exactly three months, twelve days, five hours and twenty-nine minutes since Willow had cast the tabula rasa on Buffy and Spike and all that had become of the vampire and Slayer's "relationship" was constant bickering, glares and thinly veiled threats - or in Spike's case, non-veiled threats that usually started with "Slayer, when I get this chip out of my head..." - and the Scooby Gang was glad to have Spike not lusting after their Scooby Doo.
Or maybe Buffy was more of a Scooby Dee? Willow mused as she sat at her desk in her bedroom before her computer. Or maybe Shaggy? Hmm...I'm Velma, obviously...Anya's sorta like Daphne...Giles is kinda like Freddy...Dawn's more of a Scrappy Doo...Xander's more Shaggy than Buffy, so that left Buffy as Scooby Doo. That makes sense, after all we are the Slayerettes - not the Xanderettes or the Zeppoettes as Cordelia would have put it...
And now that they had a blank slate to work with, Willow and Spike had become best friends. It surprised everyone except Amy, Willow and Spike. Astonishingly, Willow and William formerly "the Bloody" had more in common than four letters of their names. Spike loved poetry and practically worshiped Shakespeare (although, he'd never admit it if he was tortured for a thousand years) and Willow loved the Sex Pistols (although, she'd never admit it if she was tortured for a thousand years). Willow paused. Okay, I would... she thought.
And in the second month, Spike had moved in with Willow and Amy in Willow's parents' house, living in the basement while Amy took over Ira and Sheila's room. Surprisingly, Amy and Spike acted like siblings, always picking and teasing and sometimes Willow had to use her "resolve face" just to stop them from annoying each other to death. Willow grinned as she remembered her "family", Amy had become the sister the Jewish Wiccan had never had and Willow kept falling deeper in love with Spike the more time she spent with him.
Willow sighed and turned her attention back to the computer, she was researching the latest demon but her thoughts continued to turned to the undead man that filled her fantasies. "Pay attention, Rosenberg," she muttered. Then her door flew open and Willow's world crumbled.
"Willow," Amy whispered. "It's Spike...he's been hurt."