Time To Play

By Elka

Title: Time to Play
Author: Elka Carpenter
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG13 - Sexual content, ooh.
Part: (1/?)
Order: First part 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. K, L, and R - Stop pestering, I'm working on it. Inell - Writing like a good fan fic author. Sorry, no foots. :)

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        Enough was enough. She was sick of pining over Oz, crying in her
pillow and
sobbing every time she heard a Dingo's song. She missed him, but it was
time
to move on. Reclaim her life, take charge, be the powerful woman that
she
was.

        Willow yawned.

        She pulled herself up, wincing at the harsh morning sun. She glanced
at the
clock on her bed stand and sighed, flopping backwards on the mountain
of
inviting pillows.

        "Time to vamp-sit." Willow muttered, kicking the blankets off and
rolling
out of bed. The bed beside hers was empty. Buffy had already left for
Giles', eager to get a head start on bickering with Spike. As much as
Willow
was.

        She yawned again.

        The options in her closet bored her. She was restless. With
everything. Her
clothes, her moping, everything was the same. She needed a change. A
major
one. The old boring Willow had gotten her dumped for a dead shewolf.
Hardly
impressive.

        Willow reached for her usual bright ensemble, hands resting on the
material
before reaching for a flimsy little black tank. She fingered the wispy
material, clicking her nails against the tiny crystal jewels lining the
bottom. Her eyes fell on a bright pink and red shirt, then back to the
more
daring one.

        She smiled.

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        "When do I eat?" Spike asked impatiently. "It's been hours and I'm
hungry.
It's not such a difficult task..."

        He cut himself off, mid-sentence, as he watched Willow enter the
librarian's apartment.

        "...bloody hell, where did she come from?" He managed.
        Xander glanced up from his book. "Drool."

        "Breasts." Spike gawked appreciatively from his place tied to the
chair.

        Willow threw the boys a small smile, setting her bag on the table.

        "Leather pants." Xander stared, practically foaming. "Those are
magnificent
pants, Will. I've seen the light. There is a God of Pants. You have
changed
me. I'm a changed man."

        "If she wiggles a little, I'll be a changed man." Spike muttered.

        Buffy shook herself back to earth, deciding it was part of a phase.
"Uh,
Wills, Xander and I have to go meet Giles at the bookstore. We'll be
back in
a few minutes. If you could watch Spike."

        She looked her friend up and down and turned to leave. Xander pulled
his
eyes away from Willow long enough to trip over the landing step and
walk
into the door.

        "So, pet." Spike leered. "What's all the glam all of a sudden?"

        "Bored." Willow answered simply. "I've spent too much time trying the
damsel in distress bit over Oz. He's not coming back. Time to move on."

        Spike nodded, subtly shifting his leg, desperately trying to hide his
erection from the redhead. It'd been such a long time since a human had
turned him on.

        Willow noticed. She sat on the edge of the couch, resting her hands on
her
knees, a small coffee table separating her from the vampire.

        "Time for different things."

        Her green eyes met his blue ones, their desire met in the middle.

        "Time for better things."

        Willow positioned her right hand on his knee. She heard him flinch,
anticipating.

        "Time for bigger things."

        Her hand snaked up his leg. She squeezed his cock, licking her hungry
lips
as he writhed under her attention.

        "Time to play." She whispered, crawling over the table to him.

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