"No, absolutely not," Spike warned.
"Oh, come on, Spike," Anya begged.
"I'm not some poofter that goes prancing around in leather trousers, that's Angel's job," Spike answered.
"For me?" Willow asked, her fingers dancing across his chest, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "If you try on those leather pants, I'll let you get me some leather clothes..." and she nipped his ear. She pulled away and he gulped, as his jeans got tighter.
"Oh, all right," Spike stated, grabbing the proffered leather pants from Amy and sauntering into a dressing room.
"I can't believe you got him to try on the leather pants," the brunette answered. "What'd you say to him."
"Just a little bribery," Willow replied.
"Hey guys," Dawn called, holding up a midnight-blue shirt, "what do you think of this shirt?"
"I think it's great," Willow answered, taking the shirt and passing it over the door to the dressing room. "Try this on."
She made out some barely audible curses about "damned leather" and "looking like Peaches", Willow shrugged and walked to the three girls.
"I think it'd bring out Spike's eyes. He has pretty eyes," Dawn supplied.
"You don't have a crush on Spike, do you Dawn?" Amy asked.
"No, Spike's like a big brother to me. And he's really old," the fifteen-year-old assured.
"Oh, good," Willow said.
"But I'm not blind, I'm glad you're with Spike, you seem good together," Dawn continued.
"Ladies?" a voice purred from behind them and Willow saw Anya doing an excellent impression of a fish. She turned to face the voice's source, as soon as she saw him, her face flushed and she struggled to get her voice to work. Spike stood before them in skin-tight black leather pants and the midnight-blue silk shirt, half-unbuttoned revealing his taut pale chest. He stalked toward them. "You don't like?" he pouted.
Anya stared at Spike. "Can I have him?" she asked Willow.
"Anya, remember Xander?" Dawn stated.
"Xander?" Anya asked. "Oh, Xander! Gotta get him into some leather..."
"Wow..." was all Willow could manage.
"I feel the need for a cold shower," Amy supplied, not even tearing her eyes away from Spike's chest.
"You loook...good..." Dawn nodded.
Spike smirked. "I'll take that as a 'yes,'" he answered.
"Darn tootin'," Willow answered.
"Well, as long as you like it, Red," Spike answered, smirking and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I've got enough clothes to last me awhile."
Willow nodded and the two walked over to the counter and Willow charged his new clothes onto her parents' credit card.
Amy watched him pace and rolled her eyes. "Stop it, you're making me dizzy," she said.
"Sorry Mouse, I'm nervous," Spike said, lighting a cigarette and Amy took it away.
"Smoking is bad, human-guy," Amy stated.
"Oh, right...keep bloody well forgetting," he sighed, remembering earlier when it had taken Xander, Willow and Amy to push him into the sunlight. Then he had screamed until he realized he wasn't making like the Human Torch.
Sure, he hadn't acted that way with the Gem of Amarra firmly planted on his finger but even then he'd been a little hesitant to go into the sunlight, had even taken a walk before facing off with Buffy. But the Gem was a security blanket, he hadn't had one and forgotten the new mortality.
"Why are you nervous anyway?" Amy asked.
"I'm going on a date with Willow," he said.
"And?" Amy stated. "You're just going to get dinner and then go to the Bronze. It's not a big thing. Just be yourself." She patted him on the back.
Amy went upstairs to find Willow tearing up her closet, searching for an outfit for her date with Spike. "I know you're not one for fancy dresses so I took the liberty of getting you something," Amy said, pointing toward a box semi-covered in clothing that looked like a rainbow had thrown up on.
Willow looked at Amy curiously before uncovering the box. She untied the string holding the box closed and opened it, she carefully smoothed away the tissue paper and stared at the dress. "It's beautiful..." she murmured, carefully pulling the dress from the box and smiling at the shoes that came with it.
"I saw it when we went to the mall and it just screamed 'Willow,'" Amy answered. "And I'm anxious to see Spike's mouth drop to the ground when he sees you in it. Revenge for that outfit earlier."
Willow grinned. "But he did look yummilicious," she stated.
"Yeah, and he made you go catatonic for a few minutes there," Amy reminded her.
Willow grinned sappily at the thought of Spike in that outfit but shook off the lust-crazed thoughts when Amy cleared her throat. "Oh, right...date...clothes," she stammered.
Amy smirked. "Have a good time and be back before dawn," she said in a motherly tone and Willow giggled. "Seriously, you're my best friend, Willow. And I want you to be happy, anyway call it a belated birthday present considering I was a rat for the big 2-0."
Willow gently lay the dress down and hugged Amy. "Thanks, Amy," she whispered and Amy grinned at her before leaving her room.
Amy turned on the television and sat on the couch, waiting for her friends to get ready. Spike walked upstairs and Amy grinned at him, he was wearing "the outfit." "Hey," she called.
"Hello Mousie, where's Willow?" he asked, wiggling slightly to try to stretch out the pants.
"Getting ready, you don't like the pants?" she asked.
"They bloody chafe," he groaned, joining Amy on the sofa.
"They look good on you," the brunette stated.
"I know, anything or nothing looks good on me," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she answered, rolling her eyes. "You just have a big ego."
"You're no fun," Spike pouted. "What's on the telly?"
"Dunno, didn't really look yet," Amy replied, Spike flipped the stations until a good show popped up.
"Bloody hell, these people are stupid," Spike answered.
"Richard was the strongest link this round but it's votes that count. With three votes: Richard, you are the weakest link. Goodbye," Anne's voice stated from the television.
"That's the second time this episode they voted off the strongest link!" Amy muttered.
"Sorry it took so long," Willow's soft voice came from the stairs and Spike jumped up to look at her, his jaw dropping.
"You know, that's a good look for you," Amy smirked. Spike stared at the redhead until Amy poked him in his back.
"You look...amazing," he whispered reverently.
"Thanks," Willow said shyly, she wore the dress and shoes Amy had gotten her, her hair was in an upsweep. The dress was a short-sleeved black velvet knee-length number with silver beading decorating the bodice, the back plunged to the small of her back, the shoes were black suade with one-inch heels and to finish the outfit she wore a black lace choker with an emerald pendant.
"It's you," Amy answered, grinning at her friend. Spike took Willow's hand and guided her out the front door. Amy looked at the phone momentarily before picking it uper.
"Hello?" a voice answered.
"Hey Dawn, you mind if I stay over tonight?" she asked.
"Oh sure, Buffy won't mind. Wouldn't want to ruin Spike and Willow's night, would we?" Dawn stated.
"Okay, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Thanks, Dawnie," Amy said. "Bye."
"Bye," Dawn replied and Amy hung up. She gathered her things and went to Buffy's. Something told her that Willow and Spike were going to have a long night together.