Challenge

By Elka

Title: Challenge
Author: Elka Carpenter
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG - Implied Sexual Content - Ooh
Part: 1 of 1
Order: Follows '' in 'Bad, Bad Things'
Spoilers: Season four. Spike is still unbitey and tied up at Giles'.
'Something Blue' never happened, as always.
Distribution: http://wonder.tentex.com/~breathe
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is a God-like creature and I fall before him on
bended knees. Oh, and WB, Fox, the usual creatures of the night. I
salute
you. Written listening to Chris Isaak's 'Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing'.
Hey, I
was inspired.
Feedback: I lick those that do not comment.
Author's Notes: Willow does bad, bad things. Heehaw for appropriate
titles.
Dagney - Your song is answered. Jade - !!!!!!!!!

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        Willow swallowed her smile; it caught in her throat, making her cough.
She
stepped back a step, unable to take her eyes off the freed vampire. He
grinned a malefic grin.

        "You're...you're untied." She backed herself against the table.

        "Yeah, baby." He sneered approaching her slowly, steadily. "I'm
untied.
Puts a damper on your plan, does it?"

        "B-but you were tied." She struggled, trying to understand the
situation.

        "Right." Spike rolled his eyes. "120 and change and you think a single
rope
is going to hold me to that chair? I may as well just stay here and
fake
helpless and get fed while all of you get my teeth back so I can kill
you
all. It all works out fine for me."

        "Why did you let me get away with it last night?"

        He stopped. "I didn't think you were going to cock-block me. I thought
you
could handle it. But after spending all your time with that mutt, I can
see
what you've missed. I like a challenge."

        "A challenge?"

        "You're my challenge. And my revenge. I don't appreciate what you did
to me
last night." He reached forward, pushing the jacket off her shoulders
to the
floor in a single movement. She took a sharp breath.

        "You really want to be who you're trying to be right now?"

        She nodded, biting her lip.

        He growled at her silent response. "Talk, you bitch, speak up for
yourself."

        Willow gathered herself to full height, glaring directly in his sharp
blue
eyes. "Yes."

        "Yes, what?"

        "Yes, Spike."

        He reached for her top, ready to rip it off, start the process. She
stepped
back, just out of his grasp, not losing her stare in his.

        He chuckled. "A challenge."

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