Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: PG-13 for now, will probably go up later
Summary: Spike figures out what he needs to get out of his wheelchair.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: winter_spillow, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note: Thanks to velvetwhip, Kat and Lisa Kelley for their wonderful beta skills.
Author's Note 2: Previous chapters can be found HERE.
Willow froze. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as a sense of panic rose. Spike was kissing her!
Willow could not believe that her first ever kiss was coming from a vampire who was holding her prisoner, chained to his bed.
She didn't know what to do, how to react. Should she pull away? Should she kiss him back? If so, how would she do that?
Going with the more natural instinct, Willow jerked her head back, hitting it on the headboard. She winced slightly at the minor pain, then again at the look on Spike's face.
Spike had never kissed such an unresponsive person. It was like kissing one of Drusilla's porcelain dolls – frozen, hard, unrelenting. Not at all what he'd expected from kissing a human girl.
What was her problem anyway? He was a handsome fellow, or so Drusilla and his numerous victims had told him. She should be thrilled to have him kissing her. Not frigid and sending out delicious waves of panic. Didn't she remember he wasn't about to force himself on her? He was physically incapable of it.
He glared at her momentarily when she pulled away, then smirked as she bumped her head. Served her right.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," Willow retorted, rubbing the back of her head. Realizing she probably shouldn't snap at the obviously upset vampire, Willow added in a much more nervous tone, "Why'd you kiss me?"
Spike shrugged. "Seemed like the thing to do. Didn't mean nothin'."
Tears rose unbidden in Willow's eyes. "Oh," she quietly said.
Spike rolled his eyes, wondering what was going through her mind. So now she wanted him to want to kiss her?
"What're you cryin' about?" he grumbled.
"Nothing." Willow would not admit just how naïve she was, not to Spike.
"If it were nothing, you wouldn't be cryin' about it," he pointed out. "Might as well tell me. Not like we got much else to do if you don't want to snog."
Willow shook her head. "No, you'll laugh."
Spike was growing bored with this game. He sat with his back against the headboard to dig in his pockets for his cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before answering her on a puff of smoke. "Probably."
Willow sighed, realizing it would be better to get this out in the open now so that he could laugh it up, then hopefully leave her alone.
"All right, fine. You wanna know why I'm crying?" she belligerently asked.
Spike quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know.'
"That was my first kiss," Willow quietly admitted.
"No bloody wonder," Spike mumbled, having known that it couldn't have been his fault the kiss was so bad.
"Huh?" Willow inelegantly countered.
"That was 'bout the worse kiss I ever had the displeasure of experiencing," Spike said. At Willow's muffled sob, he added, "Wasn't entirely your fault. Well, yes it was, but just 'cause you weren't ready for it."
"It's not just that," Willow said, not feeling at all better about the situation. "My first kiss was from a vampire who didn't even really want to kiss me."
"Wouldn't have done it if I hadn't wanted to," Spike admitted, suddenly wanting to take away her pain.
He could see his human self in this despondent girl. Poor William, with his poet's heart, had longed for the sweet caress of lips against his own his entire life. He didn't get that experience until after he was dead. He just knew that this slip of a girl had her ideal fantasy kiss all picked out. Had probably gotten herself off to it many a night in her virginal bed.
"Yeah?" she shyly asked. While she knew that she shouldn't, she kinda wanted him to want her like that, even if just a little.
"Yeah," Spike acknowledged just as softly.
Reaching over, his thumb traced her nearly dry tear tracks. This time when he leaned over, Willow leaned in to meet him. Her eyelids fluttered closed as Spike's lips once again touched hers. She didn't try to resist him this time; instead, she pressed ever so gently against his lips. Spike's hand slid down to rest against her jaw, helping him to guide the kiss.
A voice from the doorway caused them to finally break apart.
"Aww, isn't that sweet," came the sarcastic observation from Angelus.
Spike's low growl and Willow's panting breaths evidenced their displeasure at being interrupted.
"Get out you git," Spike warned.
"Or what, you'll roll over my toes?" Angelus laughed. "Ah, Willy, my boy, what have I told you about playing with your food?"
"Only in bed?" Spike retorted. "And look, we're on my bed, so sod off."
Angelus flopped on the bed, lying on his side. And addressed the redhead. "Willow, I hope you're enjoying our hospitality here at Chez Aurelius. Finding everything you need? Making use of all of the… services… offered?"
"Oh, yes," Willow replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This has been a dream come true. I've always wanted to be chained to a bed in someone else's lingerie, while being used as a miracle cure for a vampire."
"I always knew I was a dream come true," Spike smirked.
"Can it, No Dick," Angelus barked. "I'm chatting with the lovely Willow."
"Who said she wanted to chat with you? We were having a right nice conversation before you went and interrupted us."
"Yes," Angelus leered, "I saw that. Perhaps Willow and I could engage in a similar conversation in the near future." Angelus ran his hand up Willow's leg to emphasize his point.
Willow pulled her leg back, out of the dark vampire's reach, tucking it under her.
Spike snorted in a barely concealed effort to hide his laughter. "Seems the lady isn't amenable to that idea. This one's got taste, she does."
"Then what was she doing kissing you?"
Willow didn't know whether to interrupt the verbal sparring or try to make herself invisible. While on the one hand, she really didn't want them fighting over her, the shy geek in her was flattered. But she also didn't want to encourage Angelus. She may have let Spike kiss her… Who was she kidding? She may have enjoyed kissing Spike, but that didn't mean that she was about to willingly become some kind of vampire family whore.
"Showing her good taste, pillock."
"Speaking of taste… mind if I have one? Gotta see for myself if she's as powerful as Dru keeps insisting." Angelus licked his lips, eyeing the fresh mark on Willow's throat.
"Yes!" Willow exclaimed, finally speaking. "I mind."
Spike laughed. "Well, I guess you have your answer."
"I wasn't speaking to her. Since when do we ask the meal if it wants to be eaten? I wasn't even really asking you." Angelus started to slither up the bed, but Spike shifted until he was sitting in front of Willow.
"I'm not much in a sharing mood myself. This one's mine. Mine to feed from, mine to care for. You'd best be rememberin' that."
Angelus got right up in Spike's face. "I don't think you're in any position to be tellin' me what I can and can't eat."
Spike shoved Angelus with enough force to send the older vampire tumbling off the bed.
Willow hid her face in Spike's back when Angelus stood, snarling, game face to the fore. "Please don't let him bite me," Willow whispered, repeatedly. Spike smirked, knowing that Angelus could hear her quiet pleas just as clearly as he could.
"I think the girl's been fed from enough today," Spike coldly stated.
Angelus grabbed Spike by the shirt, pulling him away from Willow, ignoring the girl's yelp of surprise. Holding the paralyzed vampire close to his face, Angelus met Spike's angry glare. He carefully sniffed the air, leaning over Spike's shoulder in the process.
"The girl probably tastes funny anyway, after having your fangs in her neck," Angelus smirked, dropping Spike back on the bed. He reached towards Willow, not intending to touch her, but she didn't need to know that. Willow scrambled off the side of the bed, backing up as far as the chains would allow.
Angelus laughed, quickly rounding the bed to capture the terrified girl. "If I'm not to bite ya, I'll just have to taste you another way," he cryptically said. He allowed himself a moment to revel in the fear pouring off of the girl. He could see why Spike didn't want to share - such powerful emotions. He swooped down to press a hard kiss to her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
Just as quickly he was gone. At the door, he turned back to the room's occupants. "It's dark out. I think I'll take Dru… dancing."
Pain momentarily flashed across Spike's face at the mention of Dru and dancing. Oh how she loved to dance…
"S'alright. He's gone now," he calmly said, brushing the hair back from her face as Willow returned her shaking body to the bed.
Releasing a breath, Willow said, "I know. Thanks for not letting him bite me." Unconsciously, she wiped her mouth, trying to rid herself of the memory of what he'd done instead.
Spike knew that if Angelus had really wanted to bite Willow, he would have. Just as he'd gone and kissed his girl to just to rile Spike up. He'd succeeded, too. "Don't mention it."
"Spike?" Willow quietly asked.
"What is it, pet?" He turned his full attention to her, pushing thoughts of grabby grand-sires to the back of his mind.
"Could you… Never mind."
"Could I what?" Spike hated the nervousness Angelus had caused to resurface in Willow.
"Could you… I didn't like that kiss from Angelus. Could you remind me of what a kiss is supposed to be like?" Willow blushed as she spoke, feeling incredibly brazen for asking such a thing.
Spike hid his sigh of relief behind a leer. "It would be my pleasure. C'mere."
Willow scooted closer to Spike and eagerly met his lips in a kiss every bit as pleasurable as the one that had been interrupted.