Title: Taking A Fancy
Author: Inell
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: Usual suspects
Rating: R
Feedback: Would be a perfect, cheap Christmas gift. <hint> <hint>
Notes: Happy Holidays! Send me feedback. Please? :)
Notes2: Something New.....Sometime during Season 4....in the Spring I
think. Such a lovely time for sappy fic. :)
Elka---Sweets, this is for you. Know how much you love the sap. <VEG>
Maybe it will help you get your angst back. :)
 
 
 
 

"So then you have to sprinkle this powder on him. After that you say
these words and poof, he's gone." Willow finished smiling at Giles.
 

Buffy had to cover her smile as she watched Spike watch Willow. He was
trying to be very nonchalant about it. She had been watching him around
her best friend for a month. He always watched Willow. Buffy had
noticed
his attention and been keeping her eye on him. She had to laugh to
herself. Who would think that Spike, a.k.a. William the Bloody, would
one day not only help a slayer, but get a crush on said slayer's best
friend. Buffy scowled at Willow. Said slayer's oblivious best friend.
 

Since Oz had left last November, Willow had not dated anyone. She
seemed
to completely lose interest in men. The only ones she spoke to were
Riley, Giles, Xander and Spike. Since Giles was too old, and Riley and
Xander were taken, that only left Spike. Buffy wondered if she would go
to hell for setting her friend up with a demon like Spike. She doubted
it.
 

Since he had been altered, he had actually become an important member
of
their team. He was very cunning and enjoyed fighting. He was better
than
she was at fighting. She would never admit that, but she knew it was
true. He was also a major hottie. She had checked him out several
times.
She remembered kissing him during Willow's spell. It hadn't been as bad
as she liked to act. No, he was perfect for Wills. She just had to
think
of a way to get either her friend to open her eyes and realize that the
perfect man for her was sitting right beside her or get him to finally
make a damn move. He sure was pathetic when it came to making his
feelings known. She had thought back over it and realized that he had
always been fascinated with Willow. Had he made a move? No. That would
be easy. That would save her from having to actually think of some way
to get them together. He couldn't make it easy on her.
 

"Hey Wills" Buffy interrupted Willow's talk with Giles.
 

"Yes?" She asked, her eyes wide and questioning.
 

"Want to go out with us tonight? Bronze. Party. party.party." Buffy
said
smiling.
 

"I don't think so" Willow said, shuddering at the idea of being around
her sickeningly happy friends all night. "I'd sort of be the fifth
wheel."
 

Buffy nodded then smiled. "Well, Spike can go. That will make it all
even."
 

Spike glared at the slayer. He couldn't go with them. He might do
something stupid, like tell Red what he felt about her. (Stupid damn
idiot,126 and crushing on some teenager. Bloody hell. Peaches would
laugh his ass off...)
 

"I'm sure that Spike has plans. It's Friday night."
 

Spike opened his mouth to agree but heard himself saying, "No pet. It's
ok. I'd enjoy a night out. That is, if you're game?"
 

Willow smiled softly. "Sure. Why not?"
 

Buffy sat back and smiled. That hadn't been so hard. Just a few
carefully chosen words and they were already dating. This would be a
piece of cake.

*********
"This is loud" Willow said.
 

"What?" Spike said. He'd heard her, but was hoping she'd lean over
closer to him. She smelled like apples.
 

"This is loud."
 

"Yes it is pet."
 

"Walk me home?"
 

"Gladly"
 

Willow told Buffy she was leaving and joined Spike by the door. They
walked into the night air, chatting about several topics.
 

"I now remember why I quit going those places" Willow said, laughing.
 

"I thought it was because of the wolf."
 

"Oz?" Willow said, surprised that Spike knew about him. That had been
over before he had joined their little group. "No. I've been over that
since Christmas. Realized that he wasn't worth wasting my life over. I
deserve better."
 

"That you do pet."
 

"I am perfectly happy alone."
 

"So, you aren't looking for Mr Right?" he asked softly.
 

"Nope." Willow declared.
 

"What if you ran into him? How would you know?"
 

She stopped and sat down, enjoying their conversation. "You're asking
what I want in a man?"
 

"I guess you could say that. Call me curious as to how the female mind
works."
 

She laughed, "Well, he has to be smart, sexy, sensitive, handsome,
funny, honest, assertive, ambitious, faithful, he has to wear washed
out
jeans that have seen better days...has to look good in a towel, has to
call me baby, but only when we're alone....oh, a motorcycle would be
nice....he has to love me as much as I love him, if not
more....overall,
he has to be scrumdillyumptious."
 

"Is that all?" Spike asked smiling.
 

"I know...too high expectations. I would settle for faithful, sexy and
smart. Of course, looking good in a towel is important too..." she
smiled slightly.
 

"No, the expectations aren't high. You deserve your ideal." he said
softly, watching her face in the moonlight. "Maybe one day you'll find
him."
 

Willow saw his face as he stood. She wondered what that look in his
eyes
met. She stood up and followed him. "Maybe I already have..." she
whispered to herself. Her eyes on his leather coat as he stopped and
smiled, waiting for her to catch up to him.
********
"So, where did you and Spike run off to last night?"
 

"The noise was annoying me. I couldn't think. Anyway, he walked back to
the dorm."
 

"Is that it?" Buffy asked disappointed.
 

Willow rolled her eyes. "No. We also made wild passionate love on the
bench in the common. Yes that was it."
 

"Wild passionate love with Spike huh?" Buffy said trying to test her
friend's reaction.
 

Willow knew she was blushing. "It was a lie, Buffy."
 

"Still. The thought must have crossed your mind for it to come out so
quickly. Bench huh? Never figured you for an exhibitionist."
 

"Buffy! Good grief. Ok. I admit to having some less than nice thoughts
about Spike. All right, down right naughty lustful thoughts. Who
wouldn't? Those eyes, those cheekbones, that voice, that ass...have you
seen his ass? those lips, his hands....god, I've have had dreams about
those hands...."
 

"Whoa girl. I take it that is a yes." Buffy said. "Dreams huh? Tell."
 

"Go away" Willow mumbled. "Let me dwell in my fantasy without rude
comments."
 

"Hey, if I wasn't otherwise involved and hadn't already been there and
done that with the whole vampire as a lover thing I'd go for him. Of
course, his sarcasm and attitude annoy me to hell, but for you he's
perfect."
 

"Thanks" Willow said rolling her eyes. "Just drop it."
 

Buffy smiled as Willow began to read. Not too hard at all......

*******
Willow opened the door to Giles' apartment. She walked inside and saw
the TV playing. A familiar blond head was watching. She moved quietly,
her eyes on the commercial. It was one of those cute Hallmark card ads.
This one had a little boy talking to his teacher. She smiled softly as
it ended.
 

"That was sweet" she said softly.
 

Spike turned, startled. He had been so engrossed in the tele that he
hadn't heard her come in.
 

Willow saw the tear on his face and smiled. "You cried....at the
commercial?"
 

Spike rubbed his face and glared at her. "No. I just got something in
my
eye."
 

"Oh..." She sat down. "I love those ads. Especially around Christmas.
They always make me sad, but happy. The one with the man whose daughter
sent him the card....he goes on top of the mountain to watch the
sunrise
every Christmas morning. I always get teary eyed."
 

"What about the one with the old woman and the dinner?" he asked
softly.
 

"Oh...I like that one too. Or what about the one with the little boy
and
his mother? So sweet."
 

"You'll forget what you saw, won't you?"
 

Willow smiled. "Wouldn't do for the bad ass vampire to be seen crying
over a commercial would it?"
 

"Not really. Unless it was particularly gruesome and a lot of blood was
shown. Then, there could be tears of joy."
 

"Yuck."
 

"What can I say? I'm a demon pet."
 

"Already forgotten." she said softly.
 

"The watcher isn't home."
 

"Really? Buffy asked me to come by. She said that Giles needed me for
research."
 

'"He's gone for the night. Went to visit his harlot."
 

Willow cringed. "I hate to say it, but Giles and sex just makes me
rather ill."
 

"He's like a father to you kids. No one wants to think of their parent
having sex. Fact of life."
 

"Really?" Willow asked smiling.
 

He nodded and looked at her, amusement in his eyes. "They said so on
Oprah. Has to be true."
 

"Definitely." Willow nodded sagely.
 

"Does that mean your evening is free?" he asked carefully.
 

"Guess so" Willow said, hoping.
 

"Want to catch a movie? Heard there is a new comedy that is supposed to
be funny."
 

"I could use some laughs" Willow said smiling.
 

"So could I" Spike said, standing. He offered her his arm. "Your
chariot
awaits Miss Willow."
 

"Chariot?"
 

He smiled. "Didn't know I had a motorcycle did ya luv?"
 

"No."
 

He shrugged. "Got it when I lived here before. Had it in storage.
Follow
me."
 

Willow watched him walk ahead of her. Her eyes on his stonewashed
jeans.
When did he stop wearing all black? She looked up, not wanting to get
caught ogling his cute ass. Was this a date?
********
Willow watched Spike curiously. They had gone to a movie then driven up
to the top of some hills that were ten miles outside Sunnydale. She
could see the stars and the moon was bright. He had gone to stand in
some bushes and she couldn't see what he was doing.
 

"Spike...you ok?"
 

"Yes luv" he said.
 

"Whatcha doing?"
 

"Willow. Hush."
 

She paused. He'd used her name. She liked the way he said it. She
smiled
and moved closer. Her curiosity getting the better of her. She tried to
be quiet...
 

"Pet, stop now." He said warningly.
 

"What are you doing?"
 

She heard the soft sounds of water dripping onto dry leaves. She then
heard a zipper. Her eyes grew wide as he turned around. He wouldn't
look
at her. He was embarrassed, she realized.
 

"Spike...did you just..."
 

"Yeah pet."
 

"I thought vampires didn't go to the bathroom." she said surprised.
 

"Well, we don't talk about things like that" he grumbled as he moved to
sit on a rock. He glanced up and saw the curious look in her eyes.
Sighing, he said, "We don't usually pet. I had too much soda at the
movie. Blood doesn't cause the same reaction. It would have gone away
eventually, but um...well..."
 

"What?"
 

"You rode behind me on the cycle. The feel of you...well, damn it
Willow. I want you. It took my control not to get a fucking hard on. I
couldn't really concentrate on getting that other instinct to go away."
 

"You want me so you had to pee?" she said softly, strangely touched by
his admission.
 

"Don't tell the bloody slayer"
 

"Spike...." she said softly.
 

"What?" he said harshly, having experienced more humiliation in the
last
ten minutes that he had in his whole undead life.
 

"I want you too...."
********
"You want me?" Spike repeated, his eyes wide.
 

"Yes" Willow said.
 

"Are you sure?"
 

"Spike! Just kiss me."
 

Spike smiled and took her into his arms. His lips moving against hers.
She melted against him, her hands roaming his lean body.
 

He moved her to the motorcycle, balancing her on it as he deepened the
kiss. He had imagined this moment more times that he wanted to admit in
the last few months.
 

************************************
 

Buffy looked up and smiled as Willow came inside. Her lips were
swollen,
her hair mussed.
 

"Fun night?"
 

"The best. I made out like I was a teenager in the fifty's." Willow
said. "He made it second base."
 

"Willow! I'm shocked at you" Buffy said laughing. "Spike?"
 

"Uh huh.." Willow said nodding as she began to remove her coat.
 

"That good?"
 

Willow leaned forward, her voice whispering. She smiled, "I made him
pee!"
 

Buffy looked at her and shook her head. Willow had gone over the deep
end.
***********
TAKING A FANCY (8/8)
 

"Where do we go from here?" Willow asked nervously.
 

"I don't know pet. Never really imagined it getting this far. Where do
you want it to go?"
 

"I don't know. I don't love you." Willow said softly, "I could...but I
don't know you that well yet."
 

Spike smiled. "I understand. The only woman I've loved was Dru. We see
how that worked out. I care for you."
 

"Really?" Willow asked,  her eyes wide.
 

"Yes. Wasn't it obvious tonight?"
 

She blushed, "Well...I didn't know if caring had anything to with
that..."
 

"It did. I could never have experienced such intensity if I didn't have
feelings for you."
 

"Me either. It was nice right?"
 

Spike chuckled, "Beyond nice. Try breathtaking. If I had breath that
is."
 

"You're awful" Willow groaned, hitting him with her pillow.
 

"That's not what you were saying all night."
 

"Spike!"
 

"Willow!" he said smiling.
 

"Just shut up."
 

Spike leaned over and caught her lips. "Need something to occupy my
mouth pet."
 

"The sacrifices I have to make" she smiled.
 

He pulled the cover over them, and moved inside her.
 

She could definitely come to love him, she decided.
 

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