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She was standing over them, watching with immense doe-like eyes. Her red hair glistened faintly in the light reflected from the big screen overhead. She wore a frilly apple green tulle dress, tied at the waist with a green satin ribbon and silver chain belt, and a rhinestone tiara.
"Um, well. It's a dream, of course --" the librarian began weakly.
Willow looked down at a half-naked Spike, who was still sprawled in the gravel, then looked up at the very disheveled Giles. A smile spread across her lips, then lit up her face. "Really!? Oh good."
Giles stared at her for a moment, then slowly returned the smile.
"Do you mind?" Spike growled, struggling to get his one free arm under him.
"So sorry, old boy," Giles said, and let go of an arm to grab Spike by the back of the collar. He stood, yanking the vampire to his feet. Spike grabbed at his pants as they slipped down his thighs, then sent a hard elbow back at the gut of his tormentor. His aim was shaken though -- he only managed to get the arm promptly pinned up the middle of his back again.
"Now is that any way to treat a fellow countryman?" the Watcher said into his ear, then hauled him up and threw him on top of the bonnet of the black Thunderbird.
"All right." Spike sat up. "If you want to play it rough --"
Giles crawled up onto the car and shoved him back down again. "That's what we're aiming for, William," he said with an unpleasant smile.
"Can I help?" Willow said eagerly, climbing up onto the car with them.
"You two have gotten the basic food chain around here confused in your pretty little heads," Spike said. "Now let's reset the scenario and try this again." He backhanded the Watcher off the car and sat up, moving to his knees to strike.
"Gack!" he managed to articulate as a cold, hard line cut across his throat and dragged him back from his attack.
"Giles, are you okay?" Willow said from behind Spike.
"Just about." The man stood up slowly, rubbing at his chin. He eyed Spike up and down speculatively. "I lost the thread of the conversation however."
"I remember!" Willow said brightly. "Something to do with food. And chains!" She tightened the silver link and green ribbon belt she'd looped around Spike's throat and shook him.
"Ah yes." Giles pulled out the cross again and jumped back onto the car, crouching over Spike. He put his fist on Spike's chest and pushed until the vampire found himself backed up into Willow's lap.
She stared in fascination at Spike's erect penis emerging from the folds of his trousers. "Ooh, may I?"
"Go right ahead," said Giles, tugging Spike's pants down further.
"Now hold on --" Spike began in outrage, then choked on whatever else he was going to say. Willow watched in fascination as his member got even bigger within the circle of her hand. "Wow," she said. "That's pretty amazing."
Giles wrapped his fingers above hers and leaned to kiss her. Willow's fingers tightened around Spike's cock as she tipped forward to accept the kiss.
"Crap," Spike said, his head pressed tightly between the mounds of her breasts and the Watcher's t-shirted chest. "When I get loose, I'm going to string both of you up by your thumbs and fuck you bloody --" He hissed and thrust up into the two hands pumping at him.
"You do that, Spike," Giles said, and let go of Spike's cock to reach under him and grab his bare ass.
"Watch it!" Spike yelped at the feel of burning flesh down under. Willow yanked back on her belt, and he arched back against her. She slipped her legs around to either side of him, her green tulle dress rucked up to the tops of her thighs.
"How does that feel?" Giles asked Willow as he ran a hand delicately up her thigh.
"This is nice," she declared and hiked herself up Spike's back so she could kiss the Watcher again.
"Hey," Spike said irritably. "I am not a sex toy here."
Willow hauled on the belt again, then let go of his cock and threw her free arm around his chest.
"William," Giles said. "You have the misfortune of getting trapped in my dream, so you're whatever I say you are."
"'S my dream," Willow said as she worked her body up Spike's spine and down again.
"Stop calling me William," Spike snarled, then yelped as Willow grabbed a hold of his cock again.
"Xander calls his 'Big Alex'," she informed him, "so we're gonna call yours 'Big Willy'."
"You bloody well will not."
Giles sat back, looking appalled. "Xander doesn't really --"
Willow nodded solemnly.
"And he actually shared this bit of information with you?"
"Hey," she said. "We're 'best buds'. You can tell your best bud things you'd never tell a real girl."
"I would call that boy an idiot," Giles stated, "except that I'd be doing a disservice to idiots."
Willow nodded solemnly again, then jerked hard on Spike's cock.
"FUCK," Spike yelped, his head thumping her in the chest again. He struggled to get some purchase, but Giles seized him by the wrists and pinned them back against Willow's hips.
"Hold that thought," Giles said. He caught Willow's head in one hand and pulled her close to whisper something in her ear. She giggled and nodded, reaching around to pull up the hem of his t-shirt as she did so, then slipping her hands up his back.
Spike was getting claustrophobic with the heat of the two bodies pressed so close to him -- not to mention the fact that the Watcher was now sucking on his ear.
"Ooh, there's this thing you can do," the redhead suggested eagerly. "I saw it on a web page once!"
Giles obligingly drew back.
Spike yiped as her teeth caught at the edge of his ear lobe. "Oh pet that's it luv," he murmured as he slumped back into her arms.
"Must remember that one," Giles said as he yanked Spike's trousers down past his feet and tossed them over the side of the car.
"Here." Willow pushed Giles' black leather jacket off his shoulders and pulled his t-shirt up over his head. He smiled at her in the best predatory tradition and kissed Spike, thrusting his tongue hard against the vampire's lips. His hands moved over and past the captive vamp to Willow, caressed her waist then moved back and up to the zipper of her dress.
Spike attempted to shift into his game face, but the girl was doing that thing to his ear again that turned him into a mewling idiot. "Now . . . hold on . . . give me . . ." he growled, then realized that the Watcher had grabbed a hold of his foot again. "Christ --"
"You got him?" Willow said. Her fellow mortal bent Spike's foot backward and smirked. She twisted her silver belt painfully -- if Spike had needed the air, he'd be suffering for it now -- and backed away, pulling him flat on his back.
"Loop the belt down around the front grill," Giles suggested cheerfully. "That will free up your hands."
"Oooh, good idea!" She scrambled towards the front of the car, yanking Spike around with her. Spike snatched at her wrists, but she fended him off with the free end of her belt. "You know those nature programs on TV where they have to give a medical exam and do other really painful stuff to some beautiful wild animal that would tear you to shreds if it could just get away?" she said as she leaned down to thread the belt through the front grill and secure it.
"Shall we play safari then?" He straddled Spike's legs and reached for her.
"Are you the Great White Hunter?" Willow's unfastened dress fell down past her shoulders as she crawled up into Giles' lap. "I can be the Jungle Princess."
He kissed her hungrily and jerked her bodice down to fully expose the lacy white bra that she wore under the green tulle.
"Princess?" said a groggy voice from the Thunderbird's back seat. "Did somebody call for Princess?"
"No, Dru," Spike yelled in a somewhat pinched voice as he wrenched at the belt wrapped around his neck. "Go back to sleep."
"I'm hungry," she complained.
"There's a full cup of blood still on the dashboard, pet. The one with the bendy straw in it."
The car door clicked open, and Dru staggered out. Her ponytail had fallen forward over her face; she pulled it to one side to blink hazily at her half naked consort lashed to the top of the Thunderbird, then at the Watcher and the redhead who were nibbling wildly at each others' necks as they sat on top of the bound vampire. "I'm hungry," Dru repeated. "Where's the cup with the bendy straw?"
"The bloody dashboard!" Spike yelled, squirming to get the toe of Willow's green high-heeled pump out of his ribs.
Dru started to pout at that, then yawned and climbed back into the front seat.
Giles pulled Willow's legs forward and around him and eased her back down between Spike's legs until her head was resting on Spike's chest. "Be good to my redhead now, William," he told Spike. "And I won't have to chastise you -- yet."
Spike growled incoherently, but the hot squirming bit of girl on top of him and the ropes of perfumed red hair in his face were making it difficult to keep on track. He threw his arms around her, intending to turn this aggravating onslaught around by taking her hostage. But Willow reached back and brought her fingernails sharply up the outsides of his thighs, and he found himself holding onto her lace covered breasts for his un-life.
Willow sighed blissfully. "This is a dream," she commented to the stars overhead.
Giles pushed her knees up and leaned around them to kiss her on the mouth, pausing to give Spike a lick on the nose as well, then backed off and disappeared behind rucked up layers of green tulle.
Willow arched back against Spike and mewed happily, her fingernails raking back into his thighs. He snarled and caught her chin on his forearm, pulling her head up to expose her neck.
"No biting," Giles said sternly from behind the tulle. He slipped his hand up under Willow to wrap Spike's cock in an iron grip.
"But he can nibble?" Willow pleaded, her eyelids fluttering madly.
Giles peeked around Willow's skirt and gave Spike an evil smile. "I'll leave that up to you then, Willow, shall I?" He dug the tips of his fingernails into Spike's cock. The vampire thrashed. "Play nice, William, and Big Willy here will be a happy chap as well."
"You don't have to play too nice," Willow said decisively.
"Will you stop calling me that!?" Spike said. She grabbed his hands and put them back on her breasts. Spike dug into the bra cups and tore them down, exposing her pale breasts to the warm night air. Her nipples hardened under his gripping fingers.
He scraped a fang against the flesh below her ear. The pulse of her blood just below the delicate skin was driving him crazy, but a sudden sharp presence at his cock curtailed that urge for the moment.
Christ, thought Spike, as he tossed his head to one side and bit at his tongue to forestall bite-age. These two were worse than Angelus and his chainsaw when they got going. The girl was writhing on top of him, inching her way up until her buttocks pressed on top of his cock, adding still another unbearable dimension to the mix. He couldn't move to leverage her into a position so that he could relieve the increasingly urgent tension in his groin. The Watcher was adding just enough stimulus through the odd pinch and squeeze to make the situation an agony.
"Giles!" the girl moaned, her body tensing on top of Spike. The Watcher abruptly let go of Spike and pulled her up into his arms. She fumbled at the other man's belt, finally freeing his cock. Seizing it, she climbed onto him. He thrust up into her twice, and she shrieked and clawed at his back. Giles grabbed at her bottom and pulled her hard against him, moaning out her name.
They toppled into a heavy, sweaty pile on Spike's legs.
"Bloody wonderful," Spike growled. "Are either of you sluts going to give Big Willy a ride around the park here, or am I going to have to call for Dru?"
"Wha --?" Willow blinked up at him from beneath Giles, her face full of hair and her rhinestone tiara tilted low on her forehead.
Spike thrust his hips up so that his cock bobbed in front of her face.
The girl, incredibly, blushed.
The Watcher turned his head, then moved to push himself up to his elbows. He reached out for Spike's deprived member. "Shall I...?"
Willow got there ahead of him. "That's okay. I can do it!" She turned to her stomach beneath Giles and licked once up the length of Spike's cock. "Like a lollipop?"
"That'll get it done," Giles said, backing off and laying his head on her ass to watch the show.
Willow began to suck at the tip with all the eager studiousness of someone learning a new game. Spike wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled it tight around his fingers. She whimpered, then bit -- gently. Spike pried his grip loose, yanking several copper strands loose in his haste. She yelped at the sharp pain and sat up, grabbed his cock and moved over him.
She'd impaled herself on him so unexpectedly fast that Spike came almost at once, pulsing up into her in a snarling fit. He grabbed at her arms, but the Watcher bent over and around her, and was pinning him against the bonnet of the car again.
She squeaked and climaxed still again, clamping on him with all the hot vigor of the young and mortal. Giles wrapped an arm beneath her breasts, and together both mortals toppled forward onto his chest, panting. Spike pulled his teeth out of his tongue, tasting his own blood.
They lay there, inextricably tangled for several endless minutes.
"What's this movie?" Willow finally said, staring at the big drive-in screen up front.
"Casablanca," Giles and Spike said together.
"Oh." She gently nudged Giles off of her. He dropped to her side and placed a hand over and down to her stomach. Willow eased back towards him and threw an arm over Spike's chest. "'Cause I didn't think that Casablanca had Shirley Temple in it," she finally said, still watching the screen.
Giles propped himself up on Willow's side to look at the movie screen. "It was Casablanca," he finally said, absently moving his hand to stroke the underside of her breast. "And Rick is still there -- albeit Ronald Reagan as Rick."
"There were never any Munchkins in Rick's Cafe," Willow declared drowsily. "Were there?"
Spike finally managed to wrench the silver-link belt from around his neck. He needed a cigarette badly. "First it's that Ann Sheridan bitch, and now the Dimpled Terror in fuckin' Wizard of Oz."
"I like Shirley Temple," Willow said, snuggling against the Watcher's furry chest.
"Drusilla fell in love with Goldilocks up there sixty years back," Spike grumbled. "For eight bloody months I lived with the prospect of having to tote around that demonized moppet for the rest of eternity."
"Euww," Giles said.
"How'd you talk Drusilla out of it?" Willow said in fascination.
"We made a deal," Spike muttered. "I gave up my fancy for Jean Harlow and Dru gave up on the tyke."
"I'm sorry," she said with all apparent sincerity. "Hey, you and Jean Harlow! You guys would have been cute together!"
"Brigitte Bardot makes them all look like pigs," Spike declared. At Willow's Miss Lonely Hearts Look, he realized he'd been going on much too much. "Except for Dru. I gave up Brigitte Bardot for Dru."
"You never had Brigitte Bardot, you pillock," the Ripper growled.
Spike sat up. "You know, I'm suddenly getting real peckish --"
Giles looked up past Spike's shoulder. "What's that in your purse, Willow?"
"Hmmm?" Willow looked over at the green silk bag that sat on the other side of the car's bonnet. "It's a Dream Purse. How should I know?" She draped herself over Spike's lap to grab at the strap and drag it in. "Ooh, it's heavy." She pulled the drawstring loose and peered inside. "Look!" She drew out a long, heavy object that glittered sharply with rhinestones. "It's my scepter!"
Giles smiled. And together they turned to look at Spike.
"Oh NO," Spike declared. He grabbed Willow by the hips and pitched her into the Watcher's arms, then scrambled off the top of the car.
"Come on!" Willow said plaintively. "We promise, we'll be gentle!"
"Hell NO!" Spike snatched his trousers up from the ground and hastily inserted a leg.
"It's only a dream, Spike," Giles urged and boosted Willow down to the ground. She grabbed her belt and unlooped it from the Thunderbird's front grill, circling around to Spike's other side. Spike hopped to keep her in sight as he tried to get the other trouser leg on.
"And I'm done with this part of it," Spike growled. "Dru can wake up now, because I'm not participating in any more of her damned demented pornographic fancies."
"It's not Drusilla's dream --" Willow began.
"WHATEVER!" Spike said. He finally managed to get his trousers fastened and turned to grab at Willow's arms, but a movement behind him warned him in time to jump out of the Watcher's way. "You can work out your jollies on one another, because I'm scarpering as of now."
"But --" Willow said, as Spike vaulted the nearest Chevy Bel Air and landed to safety on the other side. "Giles, he's getting away!"
"What the fuck is going on?" Spike raged as he made sanctuary behind still another Bel Air. He leaned against a door and listened for sounds of pursuit. He rubbed at his throat which was still raw and sore from the silver links cutting into it. "That's the last time I let Dru suck me into one of her dreams."
A horrifying thought suddenly occurred to him. He'd left Drusilla behind in the clutches of the Watcher and his redheaded nymphomaniac. A second horrifying thought occurred directly on the heels of the first: he'd left Drusilla behind in the clutches of the Watcher and his redheaded nymphomaniac. Which meant that this dream wasn't Dru's but was Spike's. Which meant that all the humiliation that he'd been subjected to hadn't been Dru's doing, but his own.
Spike shifted into game face and bent to peer into the Bel Air, looking for someone to maul. But the car was empty. "Damn this. I'm in control of my dreams." He stalked around to the back of the car, and seized the rear bumper. It tore away with a single wrench of his hand. "All right, I've got the hang of this now. We'll see who's bouncing who across the parking lot." He strode across the lot of the drive-in, back towards the Thunderbird.
The two of them were perched back on the bonnet of the car, wrapped around each other like stripes on a candy cane. Spike paused to watch them with grudging admiration. Trust the quiet ones to start bouncing around like weasels in heat when they thought nobody was looking. He grinned wolfishly and jump up onto the car.
"You were right, Giles! He's back!" the girl said, as Spike rose up behind her. The vampire threw an arm around her waist and yanked her off onto the ground. First things first -- he seized the Watcher's throat and slammed him with stunning force onto the front windshield. The girl lunged at him with the silver belt at hand, he hit her and she sat down with a startled squeak. Spike turned to grab Giles by the throat and sent him tumbling after her.
He jumped down to give the Watcher a good boot to the head -- but the girl had recovered from her spine-shaking fall faster than he'd thought possible. She latched onto his leg with a feral ferocity, and before Spike could shake her loose Giles was lunging up into his left armpit. Spike turned to strike at him, but Willow planted a solid punch up into his groin and then the Watcher was levering him up and over to land with a resounding crash on his stomach on the bonnet of the car.
"Hold it," Spike snarled, grappling for a hold. "I'm in control of this show now."
Willow bounced up to sit on his head. "This is fun! What'll we do with him this time?"
"I think," said the Ripper, "that he should be punished for running away." He reached over towards the passenger's side of the windshield and snapped the radio antenna off at the base.
Willow straddled Spike's back as she reached down and under to tug at his trousers.
Spike clawed out desperately, finally managing to dig a grip into the bare metal of the car. The girl grabbed at his buttocks to keep from being tossed off, but the vampire managed to flip himself over and crab-walk back out from under her. He fell off the front of the car to land hard in the gravel.
Willow's head, glittering tiara askew, peeked out from above. "Wait there," she advised. "We'll be right down."
Spike got up and ran.
"Something's bloody fundamentally wrong with this scene," Spike ranted to himself, even as he put distance between himself and his molesters. "Tweedy librarians and mewling little has-been virgins are not primetime predators here. I'm missing something important."
Scowling, he halted to take his bearings. He thought that his black Thunderbird was somewhere at the center of the drive-in; he was closer to the side outer edges now. Safe enough spot to regroup. He slowed down to a stalk and began to consider his counter-strike. Something properly messy to make up for the prior indignities.
A slender figure stood by a shining pink Cadillac several rows ahead. Spike halted and studied her. Her back was turned towards him, he could only just make out the fine line of the side of her face. She was dressed in a pink Jackie Kennedy suit and pillbox hat. Her longish blonde hair gleamed faintly in the shifting lights from the movie screen. In this light she almost looked like Brigitte Bardot.
Spike walked up to the young woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to regard him with beautiful, surprised eyes.
"Hello, cutie," he smirked.