Stop

TITLE: Stop (Part Five of Red's Fire)
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: Willow/Spike
RATING: R - just to be safe.
DISTRIBUTION: My site and Tienco's site. All others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!! MatchBox 20 owns 'Stop.' (quoted loosely throughout the fic)
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Mentions stuff that happens at the end of Season Four.
SUMMARY: Willow gets angry, and decides to do something about it. . .
NOTES: We are planning to write several more of these fics, in Willow and Spike's POV, all based on MatchBox 20 songs, cause, well, there are so many that are perfect to this relationship we created.
NOTES 2: This takes place during their sophomore year. Everything else you will be able to pick up from the storyline.
NOTES 3: In case you haven't noticed yet. Tienco does odd numbered parts from Will's POV and Jinni does even numbered parts from Spike's POV.
DEDICATION: To *my* partner-in-crime ~*~Jinni~*~ (duh)
Feedback: Of course I want it! If I didn't I would just post this on my site and forget about it instead of letting you guys read it too! *giggle*

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I turn my head and watch him leave, head held high. I know he's proud of himself, he just told Buffy off in so many words. Laid our relationship out on the table for the world to see, and I didn't do a damn thing to deny it.

And I don't know why I didn't deny it.

Wait, yea I do. I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know that *I* slept with Spike. That was why I did it, right? To hurt Buffy? And because I knew that he could take what I was dishing out. I knew that I could hit him as hard as I wanted to, and it wouldn't even phase him.

"Willow, why are you playing these games? Is it to get my attention?" Buffy sits at the table next to me, where Spike was sitting moments before. "All you have to do is say you are sorry."

"Sorry?" I ask. "Sorry for having a life away from you?" I stare at her like she's lost her mind. I think she has. Maybe she's screwed Riley too much and there's not enough oxygen getting to that thick skull of hers or something.

She looks like she's trying to be gentle with her next words. She opens her mouth, then closes it, and frowns in concentration. I study her face. She's got wrinkles on her forehead and that nose is still turned up. . .you know, Buffy really isn't as pretty as I thought she was.

"Your life is mine," she says flatly, obviously not finding a better way to put it.

Oh, yea, I can feel the rage boiling again. I take a deep breath, then, "My life belongs to no one but me."

"Yea, as long as you are being a bitch like this. I don't want you when you are like this. What happened to the little mousy Willow Rosenberg I knew in high school? The one who smiled all the time and was thrilled to help me with everything? Someone to do my research while I slayed?"

I stare at her in shock. "Is that all I was to you? Someone to do all the hard work?"

She shrugs. "Well, I mean, it's what you are good at."

I narrow my eyes. "You'd better stop, stop using me up - you'd better stop cause I've had *enough*! I'm ready to forget the reasons that keep me here!"

She laughs with that haughty bitchy little laugh she has. "You know that if you walk out of here, you aren't coming back. I mean it, Willow. If you don't think you want to be on my team, then I don't need you. And your little *boytoy*? I'll stake him. There's no doubt about that."

That's it. That's the straw that breaks the camel's back. I stand up, eyes blazing. I'm so mad now, I can only see red. I see her broken body lying at the ground, covered in blood. I have to hold back the maniacal laughter that's swelling up in my chest. I'm crazy, but I don't need to let *her* know that.

I grab the front of her shirt and haul her towards me, so our faces are inches apart. I can see the shock on her face, as she never expected it to get physical. "You touch him and you will wish you never knew what a vampire was," I hiss. "I'll hurt you so much, Buffy Summers, you will never recover. And don't think I can't do it. Your best friends, they make the worse enemies."

Her eyes widen as my words sink in. "Y. . .you are threatening me?"

"Fuck yea. Feels good too."

"What has Spike done to you?" she asks softly, almost sadly.

I shake my head. "Nothing, Slayer. This was all happening before I found him last night and fucked the hell out of him." I grin. "Didn't even let the bastard cum before I kicked him out of my bed." I lick my lips. "Such a good lay. . .but then you would know about screwing vampires, wouldn't you?"

"You are possessed," she whispers.

I tighten my grip on her shirt. "No, I'm finally letting the real me show through. I've had five years of living in a shadow, you know."

Her eyes narrow. "You know, Willow, if I hadn't of come here, you'd be one of three places. A vampire, dead, or the painfully shy, in love with Xander little girl that you were when I got here."

I didn't even realize I slapped her until I felt the tingling in my hand. I flex my hand with a grin. "Come on, bitch. Want me to do it again? Huh? I can slap you again."

"Why?" she asks. "Why are you doing this?"

I'm laughing now. I don't know what's come over me. I know I sound delirious, and perhaps I am. "You gotta give it up to get off sometimes."

"What are you talking about?"

"I hate you, Buffy. None of this would have ever happened if you weren't such a damn *bitch*! If you actually cared about the people that helped you save the damn world!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. The band has stopped playing, and people are looking at me. I turn, a grin filtering over my features.

It's strange, you know? Normally, I don't like the attention, but now, I thrive on it. I turn back to Buffy. "After everything I've done for you. . ." I cackle, running my hands through my hair. "You think that you will honestly survive much longer if you don't have me by your side? And you think that if I were to walk away from you and towards Spike that you would survive even a day?"

"You *wouldn't*," she says.

I laugh. "Yea, I think that I am." I turn, and walk away from her.

I hear scattered clapping, people cheering me on for standing up to Buffy. I know most of them have no clue on what the hell I was talking about for most of the fight, but I didn't give a shit.

I could feel the darkness, the urge to throw him down, to ride him hard, to have him plunge into me, over and over. . .

My hands automatically tense into a fist and I'm growling softly. I'm walking through Sunnydale. Not surprisingly, no one bothers me. I know he is in my house, I know he's waiting for me. Hoping I'm angry enough to impose on him, or waiting to kill me.

Somehow, I don't think he wants to kill me. . .

I throw open the door to my room, and he's lying there, lounging on my bed. He turns those beautiful blue eyes to me, smiling coldly. "So, you and Bitchy friends again?" he asks.

"I want her lying at my feet, begging for her life."

An eyebrow rises. "We can have that arranged, pet."

I roll my eyes and sit down on the bed. "I don't want to kill her. Not really. The thought is nice now, when I'm feeling the Dark Side, but tomorrow morning, after I've screwed you all night long, I would regret it."

He runs a hand up my thigh, teasing, titillating me. "Red," he purrs, "don't ever lose the fire. It's intoxicating. I can't get you out of my bloody head."

I turn to him. "All the times I've given in, you fit me. . .like a second skin. One by one, I will begin to wear you on the days I'm feeling thin."

He brushes his fingertips along my cheek. "You can bloody wear me whenever you need to, Red. I want to possess that fire in you, I want it for myself. I want to watch your face explode as I make you quiver underneath me." He grins, and I can see the bloodlust in his eyes. "I want to cover your body in blood and lick it off."

I put my hand on his chest. "Spike," I say softly. "Promise me something."

He frowns. "I don't do promises, Red."

I look up at him. "I don't want Xander to be hurt."

He blinks, then studies me. "That's all? Don't let Chubs get hurt?"

"That's it. I don't care who else you hurt or kill. I just don't want Xander to get hurt. And I'd really be kinda upset if Giles was hurt. . ."

"But I can break the Slayer's neck?" he ask, his eyes lighting up with childlike glee.

I smile. "I want to be there when you do it." I lean forward and brush my lips against his. "Promise me. No hurting of Xander."

"You will be all mine if I make this promise?"

I smile, running my fingers down his cheek. "Yea," I answer.

"Promise," he growls. I squeal as he pounces on me, pushing me over to ravage me.

I know Spike has control tonight, and for some reason, I don't mind. I like the idea of losing myself in him, to him, for his pleasure. I lose myself in him, giving him all that I can, everything that I am.

What was it I told Buffy earlier?

You gotta give it up to get off sometimes.

END

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