Misbehaving

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."
-Katharine Hepburn


Scanning the crowd as she entered the club, Willow shook her head and laughed at herself. She knew that she had no need to worry. She would never run into anyone she knew at a place like that. Her friends would never set foot in a club filled with demons and witches, and no one would expect to find sweet, magic-wielding, computer hacking, innocent little Willow in such a place. And yet, there she was, sliding onto a stood at a table in the corner of the dark, crowded club, sipping her drink idly and sighing softly to herself.

Spike sauntered into the club, glancing at the demons around him. For a moment, it felt like the good old days, when he was the Big Bad, when he ruled the town, when everyone else cowered before him. Now, he was nothing more than an angry puppy on a leash, chasing after the slayer for any scraps she would throw. It was humiliating and infuriating. The chip in his head prevented him from behaving like a true demon, but at least here, for a while, he could forget about what his life had become. He could forget about the slayer and her friends. He could be his old self, callous and cruel and bad to the bone. Here, he held power.

Willow stopped a waitress and ordered herself another drink, along with two shots of whatever she deemed yummy. The redhead didn’t care what it was, as long as it was strong and tasted good. She definitely wasn’t in the decision-making mood. Looking around the loud, smoky club, she took in the atmosphere. So much leather and chains, it made her shiver in excitement. The last time she’d decided to be reckless and rebellious, her vampire twin had shown up. Willow couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of how much her other self would have liked this club.

As she watched the many couples, however odd-looking, interact, a little part of her ached. Oz was gone, and her friends were busy in relationships of their own. Watching a couple on the dance floor, she frowned slightly. She missed having someone who loved her, who cared for her, who wanted her more than anyone else in the world. It was a good feeling. Shaking away her thoughts, Willow reminded herself that here, she could pretend, at least for a while, that she was someone else. Here, she didn’t have to be smart, strong, perky Willow. Here, she didn’t have to live up to what anyone else expected. Here, no one monitored what she did or told her how to act. Here, she could be free.

As Spike neared the far back corner of the club, he noticed a quick flash of red before his view was obscured by a waitress delivering drinks. A few moments later, the obstruction was gone and his eyes went wide as they settled on the small, female patron at the table. Without thinking, he quickly made his way to the girl and stood before her, smirking slightly. The witch was dressed differently than usual, in a short, black leather skirt that looked like it belonged to the slayer, and a small, dark green, strapless top. She had on knee-high boots and more makeup than normal.

The redhead had yet to look up at him, and after another moment, Spike finally spoke. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Abruptly pulled from her deep introspection, Willow jumped in her seat and looked up, surprised to hear the familiar voice.

“Spike! Hi…uh…Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I think that the question is, Red, what are YOU doing here?” Continuing to stare at the redhead, Spike pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply.

Willow looked down and stammered something completely unintelligible.

“What? Didn’t catch a word you just said,” Spike stated, annoyance in his voice.

“I’m just…I'm…” The vampire waited for her to finish, but as Willow finally just looked down at her hands on the table, he knew no more information would be forth coming.

“Do you know how dangerous a place like this is? Where’s the slayer…or her boy? What do you think your friends would do if they found you in a place like this?”

Willow let his words sink in for a moment, anger slowly building up. She was tired of being told what to do, being the good girl. She’d had enough.”

“Of course I know how dangerous a place like this is, Spike!” She shouted. “It’s a demon bar, full of big, bad…baddies…and in case you haven’t noticed, witch sittin right here! Yep…that’s me…gettin down with the dark mojo, and…and…besides…Xander’s busy with Anya, Buffy’s busy with Riley, Giles is busy with…whatever it is that Giles does, a-and…and I don’t have to explain anything to you!” At that, she grabbed one of the shots, downing it quickly and smacking her lips, feeling the slight burn of the alcohol moving down her throat. She didn’t know what it was, but it had a deep red color and tasted like cherry cough medicine. Grabbing the second shot, she downed that one and then looked up, grinning at the vampire. She was done being good, sweet little Willow.

Spike stared at her for a moment, mouth wide open in surprise. “Alone and bored and you decided to come here?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well…yeah! I thought…maybe I could…you know, work undercover. Infiltrate the big bad vampire underground. Plus, I’m a witch, so I fit right in. Shhhh…gotta keep in on the down low,” she whispered loudly, giggling.

Spike leaned back a little, squinting at her. “You been drinkin for a while, pet?”

The redhead laughed again and nodded. “Yeah, but just a little…or a lot…I can’t remember, actually.”

“You’re completely smashed!” He stated.

“Probably. Isn’t it neat? But don’t go telling Buffy…or…or Giles…cause they’ll be all ‘bad Willow, you should be punished,’ and plus, I’m kind of under age.”

“Punished? You know, I could take care of that for you, if you’d like,” he told her, grinning slyly.

Willow rolled her eyes. “You never told me what YOU were doing here” she reminded him.

“Hello, vampire in a demon bar,” he stated with a huff.

“Shouldn’t you be out killing demons with Buffy, or plotting our deaths, or…or watching tv or something?”

A few patrons around them turned and glanced at Spike, hearing mention of the slayer’s name, and he growled softly.

“Watch your mouth, will you?” He hissed, moving closer to the redhead. “Still got a reputation to protect, you know.”

Willow rolled her eyes again. “Right. Scary, evil, sippin-from-the-bag Spike. Ohhh…watch out. He might lick ya!” Giggling, she took a big gulp of the drink before her, frowning as she reached the bottom of the glass. Tilting her head up, the redhead gasped, not realizing how close the vampire had moved to her.

Spike’s lips were now only an inch away from the witch’s, and they curled into a calculating smirk. “Bet you’d be amazed at what I can do with my tongue, pet,” he purred, not missing the way she shivered at the words as she blushed from head to toe.

Willow swallowed heavily and tried to ignore him, looking away and trying to flag down the waitress. Spike leaned nonchalantly on the table.

“You know you’ll be in a bit of trouble when the slayer finds out where I found you,” he told her, keeping one eye on her as he tried to act casual and uninterested. “You’ll be punished right good, I’d wager, once your friends all find out what you’ve been up to.”

Willow knew that she should be worried about what the vampire might say or do, but the alcohol was already working it’s way through her system, it’s blessed effects taking hold.

“Well, if you really think I need to be punished, why don’t you just do it,” she mumbled, her hands immediately flying up to cover her mouth as she realized that she had spoken out loud. Looking toward Spike, she could see that he was now staring at her, an eyebrow raised in questioning and surprise, a calculating look in his eyes. Willow began to shake her head in denial before he even had a chance to respond.

“What was that, Red? He asked, his voice sounding much more sultry than before. Spike leaned in, waiting for an answer.

“I…I…nothing. I said absolutely nothing. You know, you’re right, I really shouldn’t be here. I’ll just leave…now,” she muttered, moving to stand up, but stopping as she felt strong hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down.

“You know, it’s not nice to lie,” he purred into her ear from behind, his hands staying firmly on her shoulders. He could smell a hint of her arousal, mixed with fear, and the scent was intoxicating. “Especially with all the trouble that you’re already in, do you really want to make it worse?”

Willow shivered at the words and felt one of the blond’s hands make its way into her hair, gently but firmly tugging at the red strands, tilting her head slightly to the side and back. She felt him begin to caress her neck and scalp, and Willow closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being touched again by someone so intimately.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open as she felt Spike tug harder on her hair. Slight pain shot through her scalp, though apparently it wasn’t enough to set off his chip. She let out a tiny yelp and reached up toward the hand holding her hair, only to have her arm lightly slapped away.

“I asked you a question, pet,” he growled in her ear. “I expect an answer.”

“Yes!” She gasped as Spike tugged on her hair again.

“Yes? You want to make it worse?” The vampire chuckled.

“No, no! I, no…I forgot the question. Definite no to the worse!” Willow gasped softly, reaching up to run her hands through her red tresses as she felt Spike let go.

Lighting another cigarette, Spike inhaled deeply before speaking again. “Let’s see, now. You’re alone. No one knows that you’re here, in a club that is…very inappropriate,” he smirked, glancing around them, “dressed in an equally inappropriate way.” He looked the redhead up and down, causing her to blush. The outfit reminded her of a few years back, when she had allowed Buffy to dress her up for Halloween and they had all become their costumes. “You’re drinking alcohol, although you’re underage, and…oh yeah, you were mocking me.”

Willow winced, feeling a hand lace its way through her hair again, although not pulling as hard this time. Leaning in so that his lips almost touched Willow’s ear, Spike whispered, “Now what are we going to do with such a bad girl?”

“I…I didn’t mean it,” she squeaked, trying to turn and look up at him. “I’m sorry and…and if...if you do anything, I’ll tell Buffy!”

“Right, you run and tell the slayer. I’m sure she’ll love to hear all about the nice, little demon bar that you went to,” he replied with a chuckle, running a hand down her mostly bare back and delighting in the feel of her shuddering against him. Leaning in a little further, he rubbed against her a bit, allowing her to feel his arousal.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked softly, realizing that she was trapped between a rock and a hard vampire.

“Well, I think you should apologies,” he told her, smirking slightly, “and make amends. I’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me.” He bucked his hips a little, in case she mis-understood the insinuation.

“I’m not going to…to just…sleep with you!” She shouted, trying to pull away from him, only to wince and whimper when his hand once again tightened in her hair.

“I think you’ll do anything I ask,” he told her with a knowing chuckle, “and I promise that there will be no sleeping involved.”

“What makes you think that…” Before she was able to finish, the vampire lunged forward, capturing her lips with his own, his tongue demanding entrance to her soft, sweet mouth, exploring and teasing as he nipped and sucked at her lips. At first, the redhead resisted, if only on principle, but soon enough, she was melting into his embrace, her tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. Spike felt her arms wrap around him, her nails digging into the leather of his coat, and he smiled against her mouth.

Finally pulling away, Spike stared for a moment, watching as the redhead panted, her skin flushed and heated, her eyes hazy and unfocused. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up from the stool and led her away from the table. Willow didn’t bother asking where they were going, figuring she would get no answer, and simply followed as the vampire led her further back into the corner where there was a vacant, black leather couch.

Sitting down, Spike roughly pulled the witch onto his lap, immediately capturing her lips again in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapping around her, kneeding her soft flesh. Shifting, but never breaking the kiss, Willow moved so that she was straddling the vampire, facing him, her hands traveling over his chest slowly, and eventually dipping beneath his shirt, her nails skimming along his tight stomach.

She felt the vampire shudder below her and smiled slightly, delighting in the fact that she could have such an effect on him. Not willing to give up control of the situation so easily, Spike quickly grabbed her wrists, pulling them back behind her and holding them in one strong hand. Looking around at the many toys and implements around them, the blond quickly grabbed a pair of silver handcuffs from a nearby table, and clamped them down over her wrists, keeping them pinned behind her back.

Willow whimpered and squirmed slightly on his lap, not sure that she liked being bound like that, but not entirely sure that she disliked it either. Spike scented her heightened arousal, knowing that she was enjoying the game more than she let on.

In her new position, the redhead’s chest was thrust forward and presented nicely to the demon below her. He watched as her breasts heaved up and down, her breathing heavy, her heartbeat racing. The slight fear coming from the girl only served to heighten his own excitement.

Pulling her a bit closer and leaning in, Spike trailed his tongue along her jaw line and down lower, skimming a path down her neck and to her partly exposed chest. Dipping a bit further down, he nipped lightly at first one hardened nipple and then the other, sucking at them slightly through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Spike,” she gasped, arching her back and closing her eyes, her mind racing and heart pounding. “Please…”

“All in good time, love,” he assured her with a cruel chuckle. “Although, feel free to beg all you like.” At that, he reaching up, giving her shirt a slight tug and watching as the fabric slipped down, her breasts now exposed to his gaze.

Willow startled and tried to pull back, looking around frantically. “Spike!” She hissed. “Someone might see!”

“Then I suppose you should try to be quiet,” he replied with a grin, leaning forward and licking one breast, before biting it softly, a hand roughly rolling and twisting the other nipple. Despite herself, Willow moaned and wriggled against him.

“Like that, do you?” He growled, tweaking a nipple and watching the mix of emotions play across her face, excitement and arousal overcoming the slight pain. Twisting it again, sharply, he grinned as she whimpered, though he felt no pain from the chip.

As she felt the vampire move back up toward her neck, licking and sucking as he went, Willow gasped, feeling a hand slide under her short skirt.

“No panties,” he whispered in amusement. “You really are a naughty girl.”

“Spiiiiikkkeee,” she whimpered, writhing on his lap, just before two fingers slide inside of her, causing the redhead to gasp, throwing her head back and biting her lower lip. Using his free hand to undo his pants, the vampire released his aching member before his arms went back around her, pulling her lips down for another brutal kiss. Sliding his hands down and under her skirt, cupping her ass, Spike pulled her forward, watching her face as he suddenly eased her down, sliding his full length into her. Swallowing her scream and continuing to ravage her mouth with his own, the blond began a slow, steady pace, gripping her hips tightly and lifting her before pulling her down roughly, again and again.

Feeling a hand slide across the overly sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs as Spike stretched and filled her, Willow gasped and mewled, desperate to wrap her arms around him. Whispering a few quick words, she felt the handcuffs break free and fall to the floor. Quickly grabbing his coat, she pulled it from him, running her hands up under his shirt and around to his back, her nails digging sharply into his pale flesh, serving to further spur his actions.

Just as she was about to lose all control, Willow felt a sharp pain in her neck, the sensation immediately sending her over the edge. Tasting her blood on his lips and feeling her body shudder around him, Spike was over come with ecstasy, spilling forth within her as he greedily drank in her essence. Finally forcing himself to pull away, the vampire took in the panting woman before him, her heated skin flushed and damp. He watched as she lifted a hand, pushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face, and he finally became aware of the fact that the cuffs were gone from her wrists.

Pulling her shirt up and straightening her shirt, Willow looked up at the blond and smiled, blushing deeply.

“Enjoy yourself, pet?” He asked, running his fingers through her hair, staring at the bite mark on her neck.

“What do you think?” She whispered, her voice a bit hoarse.

“I’m thinking that seein as how the chip never fired…” Willow stopped him, grabbing the back of his head and pulling the blond in for a deep, searing kiss.

When the redhead finally pulled away, her smirk matched the blond vampire’s before her. “If this is how you’ll punish me, I should misbehave more often,” she told him with a giggle.

Spike’s grin widened as he quirked an eyebrow. “Pet, feel free to be as bad as you want to be.” At that, he hoisted her up, standing and tossed the redhead over his shoulder. Smoothing the tight leather skirt down, he gave her bottom a firm slap, hearing her squeal as he carried the giggling redhead out of the club.