Prepared

By Elka

Title: Prepared
Author: Elka Carpenter
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG/PG13 - Language and Sexual Content
Part: 1 / 1
Order: Follows 'Time to Play' 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.

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Willow adjusted the sides of the bandeau top that rested dangerously low on
her chest. She kissed the air of her reflection, unable to resist a smile.

Teasing Spike the way she had was one of the best things she had ever done.
She felt so free, so powerful, so ready to explore herself...and him. She
got this thrill out of doing what she wanted; not tied to Oz or the grief
she had over losing him. Everything was going the way she wanted it to go,
she was in control and loving it.

"Spike," She grinned to her reflection, smoothing a few loose red strands.
"Oh, Spike, Spike, Spike. Wait until you get a load of what I have in store
for you."

Willow grabbed the jacket lying on the bed and took off, blowing by a photo
of Oz without even a glance.

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Spike prepared.

He knew she was coming tonight while the others were out. He had
conveniently paid attention to when the Slayer was talking to him about her
plans, picking out the foolish parts about the wonderful guy she was pining
over and concentrating on Willow's involvement.

He was ready for her.

Spike was no fool. He didn't let a silly chit like Willow leaving him
hanging like that. He refused to let her take the upper hand. He was the
powerful one.

And the smarter one.

He had spent the entire day planning, watching movements, noting little
pieces that would be useful later. He had carefully monitored the Slayer and
Watcher's actions, using everything they said and did to help his plan shape
into revenge against the little tease.

Spike smiled as Willow entered the apartment.

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"Where's Buffy?" Willow asked innocently, her jacket zipped to her neck.

"She left. Everyone's gone." Spike answered. He sat in a chair, arms tied
behind his back as usual, he didn't look at her.

A gleam of excitement passed through Willow's eyes. Her voice changed in
anticipation.

"So, did you enjoy last night? Left you a little hung up, sorry about
that." Her tone lacked any kind of regret.

Spike retained his expression of stone, waiting patiently for the right
moment.

"I've had better nights."

"What? With Drusilla?" Sarcasm took over. "I bet she was tons of fun, all
cold and icy, like a corpse. Do you like a corpse Spike?" Willow taunted,
her voice as cold as her description. "Or do you like a nice hot, fresh
human to fuck?"

He let the remarks pass coolly by. "Human. But you won't let me fuck you,
will you?"

"Nope." Willow said, turning away to remove her jacket. "Not now anyway,
I'd rather torture you while you're tied up in that chair of yours."

"Or maybe..." Spike countered, his voice steely and threatening.

Willow glanced back at him in time to see the bindings barring him to the
chair snap. He stood in one fluid motion, the restraints tumbling to his
feet.

"...I'll just torture you."

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