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Having Fun...Willow Style
by Mylenn
"Where the hell is she?" Willow demanded of the trees around
her. She was NOT in
the mood to be waiting for Buffy to show up. They had agreed
to meet in the Park at
8:00 so Buffy could go hunting before heading to the Bronze.
That was twenty
minutes ago and Willow was becoming increasingly pissed off.
Her day had started out with her waking up late and burning her
breakfast making
her late for school. The rest of the day had gone downhill from
there. Her teachers
ignored her, she couldn't find Buffy or Xander for a good part
of the day and to top
it all off the computer class that she taught decided to rebel
and not show up. Not a
single person made an appearance. After that little event she
decided to take refuge
in the Library only to find Giles ranting about another world-ending
prophecy that
was supposed to go down tonight.
A couple nerve-wracking, tension-filled, research-packed hours
later Willow
uncovered one little detail that affected everything. Yes, it
WAS supposed to
happen on the sixth day of the seventh month, and yes it WAS
supposed to bring
the end of the world, but not for at least another hundred years.
Giles had just
stuttered his way through a response when confronted with this
news.
Then her mom called the library, looking for Willow. Apparently
her mother and
father had to leave on an impromptu business trip, and she had
to cancel the
much-anticipated "Girl's Night Out" that night. That left Willow
with nothing to do,
and no one to hang with. Oz was gone, Xander, Cordelia and Buffy
were still
missing-in-action, and she didn't want to spend another night
in the Library. Three
nights in a row was enough for anyone, including a book-nerd.
Buffy had found her
walking home from school, and suggested that they get together
at the Bronze and
have some fun. Willow reluctantly agreed and trudged home to
change and pick up
the standard stake and cross.
Willow leaned back against the wooden park bench, took a deep
breath to try to
calm herself and started silently counting backwards from 100.
<100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 9--! What was that?!!> she whipped her
head back as something
broke her thoughts. She listened closer. There it was again!
A faint scraping sound
was coming from behind her. About 4 or 5 meters away if she
heard right. <Damn!
Why tonight of all nights? Do the vamps have depression/angst-radar
or
something?>
Willow levered herself up off the bench and spun around, searching
the darkness
for a sign of the vamp she knew was hiding there.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," she sing-songed to the
shadows that
surrounded her. Nothing. Not a sound emanated from the inky
blackness. "Dammit!
I said COME OUT! I've had a really crappy day and I'm not in
the mood to be your
dinner!" Willow's voice rose steadily, and by the time she was
finished she was
screaming at the shadows, daring whoever was out there to attack
her.
"Fuck this. I'm going home. Buffy can deal with you bastards
and go to the Bronze
by herself." Willow was a little shocked by her use of such
language, but for all
intents and purposes she couldn't care less..
"Now, now, now. Is the little bookworm a bit impatient?" A soft,
chiding voice came
from the shadows to her left. She spun around while she tried
to figure out who it
was. <Angel? No, he would've attacked me outright. The voice
sounded sort of
British. And I only know one guy who talks like that.......Spike!?!
Shit, Shit, Shit!!
Well, this is shaping up to be a great evening. DAMN!> Inwardly,
she groaned. She
did NOT want to be meeting Spike in a park, at night.
"Spike...if that's you, please just come out. I'm not in the
mood for any of your
games tonight. If you leave know I won't show you what the quiet
ones can do.
‘Kay?"
"Games, Pet? They aren't games." A shadowy figure emerged from
the trees in front
of her. Willow immediately recognized the sauntering walk and
the peroxide-white
hair. As he stepped closer she could make out his other features.
He didn't have his
demonic visage on and he was wearing his usual red shirt, black
pants and leather
trenchcoat. Spike walked right up to Willow and grinned evilly
down at her. "Well
pretty, I've come out. Are you ready to die now?"
She simply looked up at him with a blank expression on her face.
She was shaking
with rage inside. How DARE he be so cocky and egotistical! She
was NOT going to
give in to this self-centered, self-absorbed, poor excuse for
a vamp. She was
seething at his arrogance and certainty of her fate. Willow
felt a strange calm
descend over her as she looked up at him, cocked her head to
the side and said just
one word.
"No."
Willow quickly brought her knee up and it connected to his groin
with a sickening
*SLAP!* Next she balled up her two hands together and brought
them down like a
club. They hit Spike at the base of his neck. He dropped to
his knees, clutching
himself while groaning in pain. He couldn't believe THIS was
the Slayer's shy,
mousy friend. She wasn't supposed to be fighting. Suddenly,
he realized just how
badly he had screwed up by picking her for tonight's diner.
She kicked him again, putting all of her strength into it. It
caught under the ribs,
throwing him onto his back. He lay still for a moment, the impact
stunning him. Spike
tried to sit up, but found it impossible to do so. Willow had
straddled his chest and
was glaring down at him. She was pushing all of her weight down
on him, keeping
him in place. She also had a wicked looking stake aimed right
over her heart. Spike
decided to stay still for a little while. Any movement on his
part would result with
his being dusted. Not something he wanted to experience..
"Why couldn't you have gone somewhere else for dinner tonight,
hmm? I don't need
this, especially not right now. I've had a REALLY bad day and
you're not helping
any. Now do you see what happens when you catch me like this?
You get dusted.
Tch, Tch. Not very smart..."
Willow wasn't sure what she was going to do. She was still shocked
she had won
the quick fight. She shifted her weight a bit. His chest was
hard and she was trying
to get a bit more comfortable. Willow studied the face under
her. <Without the
freaky-looking face, he's pretty cute. Hey@ This is the bad
guy. Bad Willow!>
Suddenly she did something that surprised and scared the Hell
out of them both.
She kissed him.
Willow ruthlessly plundered his mouth, silently delighting in
the fact that he had left
his mouth open in shock. This allowed her to thoroughly explore
his mouth with her
tongue. He moaned into her mouth and, snapping out of his shock-induced
stupor,
returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm as her.
Spike rolled her over putting himself on top. He pushed her back
into the grass, all
the while kissing and caressing her.
Buffy walked into the park, an apology to Willow on the tip of
her tongue but
stopped at the sight that confronted her. There, right
in front of her, was Spike and
Willow making out like there was no tomorrow. She blinked, trying
to convince
herself it was a hallucination. Nope, still there. She didn't
know if she should
intervene. After all, there was no telling what Spike might
do. She slipped into the
shadows and simply waited for the situation to be explained
to her.
Spike and Willow never even noticed her. They were embracing
with a ferocity
Willow had never known. She pulled Spike closer to her, if that
was possible. All of
a sudden, the reality of the situation struck her. <I'm kissing
Spike. In a park. Why?>
She yanked herself away, gasping and trying to fill up her empty
lungs. She looked
up at Spike and it was obvious it had hit him too.
Simultaneously, they leaped up and stepped away from each other.
Spike looked
disoriented and Willow was still trying to replenish her deprived
lungs.
"What the HELL was that, Pet?!"
"Ummmmm...I don't know?" she responded weakly.
"I'm just going to leave now and pretend this bloody well never
happened." With
that he started to leave.
"Me too," mumbled Willow, already leaving in the opposite direction.
"And luv, I'll remember your advice," Spike called to her.
She turned around, looking at him questioningly.
"The quiet ones CAN do some damage," he chuckled, winked then
disappeared into
the shadows. Willow looked stunned for a moment, then started
out again.
"Willow what was THAT?" came a voice from the beside her.
Willow jumped, startled then relaxed visibly recognizing her friend.
"Having fun."
The End.........Or is it?
(everyone email the author and tell her you want a sequel!!!! <g> ~Seren)