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snoggedTitle: Déjà Vu
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters and recognizable elements from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike/Gunn
Rating/Warnings: FRM/R -ish
Word Count: 1250
Summary: Willow attends a costume party at Wolfram and Hart at the request of a certain blond vampire.
Beta: The amazing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: Written for the 2014 Halloween Nekid Number challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nekid_spike. My prompts were: Spike / Willow and/or Gunn / Ghost
Déjà vu.
That’s an apt description for how she feels right now, dressed in the outdated ghost costume that Fred had found buried in the back of her closet. It was similar to the one that she had worn the night Ethan Rayne unleashed complete chaos in Sunnydale. It even had the word “Boo!” written in black letters across the chest.
She had learned her lesson last time though.
It was all normal Willow clothes underneath.
Nothing sexy.
Or revealing.
Just plain old comfy cotton, like the Goddess intended.
“Glad you could make it to the company party, Red,” Spike replied, resting his hand against the wall space above her head. He was wearing a red feather boa over his leather coat, but otherwise, didn’t look particularly dressed up for the holiday celebration. “It is certainly lovely to see you bring your own sheets. Can’t wait to see what they look like all rumpled and tossed about.”
He smirked at her and she instinctively stuck her tongue through the appropriate opening.
Spike chuckled. “Oh pet, your sheet even comes with strategically-placed holes. What a bloody wonderful idea that is. Much better than that feisty ladybug skank-wear that our dear Harmony is sporting. Ladybugs do absolutely nothing for a vampire’s vivid imagination.”
Willow blushed red under the sheet, grateful that Spike couldn’t see how red and warm her ears had suddenly turned.
“Is he picking on you, sweet thing?”
Willow turned her head towards the voice and saw parts of Charles Gunn through the holes near her eyes. He looked like Batman. If all Batman had worn was the cape and cowl. The rest of Gunn appeared to be in a three-piece suit with leather loafers. She really didn’t know Gunn all that well, except that he had joined up with Angel’s gang after his sister was turned into a vampire. Fred may have even mentioned that Gunn’s sister had been dusted and that he’d been tormented by grief afterwards.
She knew all too well what that felt like.
That was how she had lost Jesse…and how she’d really become a member of the Slayerettes.
Someone dying was a surprisingly effective motivator for deciding that saving the world could be a fun afternoon activity.
“No,” Willow murmured, shaking her head free of the thoughts that would clearly put a big ole damper on the festivities. She was not about to be the resident party pooper. Nope, this Willow was going to be fun, non-mopey Willow. After all she had come all the way to LA for the Wolfram and Hart costume ball because a certain blond vampire had begged her to show up.
“It’s fine. He’s fine. We’re all just hunky dory and stuff.”
Spike grinned, dropping his hand from the wall and quickly pulling Willow into a tight embrace, his hand pressed tight against the small of her back. “Exactly. Old Red here was just reminding me how much fun she is to tease. Did I ever tell you about the time that she hit me in the head with a lamp, Charles?”
Gunn chuckled. “Would have loved to see that. I bet she packs quite the punch.”
Willow felt a proud smile crinkle her lips and regretted that neither male could see her facial expressions right now.
“I do,” she said. “Pack a punch that is. I also make a good punch. I like to use that cherry frozen lemonade stuff in the freezer aisle and then….”
“I spike it with rum and make it better,” Spike finished. “Wanna know another fun story, Charles?”
Gunn nodded and Spike crooked a finger, beckoning the man to join him next to Willow.
“What’s up?”
Spike grinned wolfishly.
“This isn’t the first time Willow’s been a ghost.”
“Oh yeah?”
Willow froze in place as Spike’s hand dropped to cup her ass and his tongue darted out to lick the top of his lip as if he had just sampled some sort of tasty morsel. She knew Spike had been around then, but she couldn’t remember: had he seen her that night?
Oh goddess.
“Miss Red here got hit with some wild and wacky voodoo and found herself with the uncanny ability to walk through walls.”
Willow exhaled sharply. Oh good, he hadn’t said what he was going to say. That was a very, very, very, very good….
“She also wore a much more sporting outfit than the one she has on tonight. Was it a red leather or black leather miniskirt, Red?”
Willow coughed and squirmed under the sheet as Spike’s hand rubbed against her bum.
He was well within his rights to do all the fondling. They were sort of a thing now. Not an explicit thing because she wasn’t quite ready to turn in her lesbian membership card and Spike wasn’t exactly ready to tell Buffy about it, but a thing nonetheless.
She vivdly remembered the night she had accidentally drunk-dialed Fred, following the nasty break-up with Denise (her post-post-Kennedy mistake). Fred had urged her to take the red-eye to Los Angeles and Spike had been her benefactor that night. He had offered to pay for the flight and admitted to doing so when she arrived.
They had wound up in Spike’s bedroom, splitting a bottle of tequila and venting about the shittiness of love. He had kissed her then and she had confessed to a secret crush on him, one that started the moment he had punched Tara in the nose. The fact that he was willing to do that for her, to accept Tara into the family, had done more to Willow’s heartstrings than she ever wanted to admit.
Her confession had made him smile and soon she was in his arms.
After that? She’d had no room in her head for grief since all she was able to think about were the mazing heights he took her to with his cock and his tongue.
Spike cleared his throat, nudging her with his shoulder, bringing her back to reality.
“Answer me, Red.”
“Black.”
In front of her, she saw that an appreciative smile had crossed Gunn’s features and she smiled back. She had to admit that Gunn looked pretty sexy in that Batman mask and tailored suit. The fabric really clung to the toned, muscled frame that was beneath it.
“Thought so. With that tight red wrap-around top.” Spike replied. “Same taste as your vampire doppelganger, am I right?”
Willow closed her eyes and focused on her breath for a moment.
“Yes.”
“Feels like you’re not wearing any leather tonight though, pet.”
Willow nodded.
“No.”
“In fact, it feels like you’re wearing cotton. Cotton bra, cotton panties. And….” Spike leaned in close to Gunn, running his tongue up the other man’s cheekbone before whispering the truth into Gunn’s ear.
“Nothing else.”
Willow felt a shiver run up and down her spine, pleased that Spike had figured out her secret for the evening.
“Yes.”
Spike pursed his lips and moved his hand upwards to pluck at the elastic band of her bra that was underneath her costume.
“I have a bit of a joke for us then. A ghost, a lawyer, and a vampire walk into a bedroom….”
Willow giggled, already anticipating what the punch line would be, and headed towards the lobby stairs, the boys trailing behind her.
Wearing this ghost costume had definitely been the right choice this year and she suspected her night was going to go a whole lot better than it had last time.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters and recognizable elements from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike/Gunn
Rating/Warnings: FRM/R -ish
Word Count: 1250
Summary: Willow attends a costume party at Wolfram and Hart at the request of a certain blond vampire.
Beta: The amazing
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written for the 2014 Halloween Nekid Number challenge at
nekid_spike. My prompts were: Spike / Willow and/or Gunn / GhostDéjà vu.
That’s an apt description for how she feels right now, dressed in the outdated ghost costume that Fred had found buried in the back of her closet. It was similar to the one that she had worn the night Ethan Rayne unleashed complete chaos in Sunnydale. It even had the word “Boo!” written in black letters across the chest.
She had learned her lesson last time though.
It was all normal Willow clothes underneath.
Nothing sexy.
Or revealing.
Just plain old comfy cotton, like the Goddess intended.
“Glad you could make it to the company party, Red,” Spike replied, resting his hand against the wall space above her head. He was wearing a red feather boa over his leather coat, but otherwise, didn’t look particularly dressed up for the holiday celebration. “It is certainly lovely to see you bring your own sheets. Can’t wait to see what they look like all rumpled and tossed about.”
He smirked at her and she instinctively stuck her tongue through the appropriate opening.
Spike chuckled. “Oh pet, your sheet even comes with strategically-placed holes. What a bloody wonderful idea that is. Much better than that feisty ladybug skank-wear that our dear Harmony is sporting. Ladybugs do absolutely nothing for a vampire’s vivid imagination.”
Willow blushed red under the sheet, grateful that Spike couldn’t see how red and warm her ears had suddenly turned.
“Is he picking on you, sweet thing?”
Willow turned her head towards the voice and saw parts of Charles Gunn through the holes near her eyes. He looked like Batman. If all Batman had worn was the cape and cowl. The rest of Gunn appeared to be in a three-piece suit with leather loafers. She really didn’t know Gunn all that well, except that he had joined up with Angel’s gang after his sister was turned into a vampire. Fred may have even mentioned that Gunn’s sister had been dusted and that he’d been tormented by grief afterwards.
She knew all too well what that felt like.
That was how she had lost Jesse…and how she’d really become a member of the Slayerettes.
Someone dying was a surprisingly effective motivator for deciding that saving the world could be a fun afternoon activity.
“No,” Willow murmured, shaking her head free of the thoughts that would clearly put a big ole damper on the festivities. She was not about to be the resident party pooper. Nope, this Willow was going to be fun, non-mopey Willow. After all she had come all the way to LA for the Wolfram and Hart costume ball because a certain blond vampire had begged her to show up.
“It’s fine. He’s fine. We’re all just hunky dory and stuff.”
Spike grinned, dropping his hand from the wall and quickly pulling Willow into a tight embrace, his hand pressed tight against the small of her back. “Exactly. Old Red here was just reminding me how much fun she is to tease. Did I ever tell you about the time that she hit me in the head with a lamp, Charles?”
Gunn chuckled. “Would have loved to see that. I bet she packs quite the punch.”
Willow felt a proud smile crinkle her lips and regretted that neither male could see her facial expressions right now.
“I do,” she said. “Pack a punch that is. I also make a good punch. I like to use that cherry frozen lemonade stuff in the freezer aisle and then….”
“I spike it with rum and make it better,” Spike finished. “Wanna know another fun story, Charles?”
Gunn nodded and Spike crooked a finger, beckoning the man to join him next to Willow.
“What’s up?”
Spike grinned wolfishly.
“This isn’t the first time Willow’s been a ghost.”
“Oh yeah?”
Willow froze in place as Spike’s hand dropped to cup her ass and his tongue darted out to lick the top of his lip as if he had just sampled some sort of tasty morsel. She knew Spike had been around then, but she couldn’t remember: had he seen her that night?
Oh goddess.
“Miss Red here got hit with some wild and wacky voodoo and found herself with the uncanny ability to walk through walls.”
Willow exhaled sharply. Oh good, he hadn’t said what he was going to say. That was a very, very, very, very good….
“She also wore a much more sporting outfit than the one she has on tonight. Was it a red leather or black leather miniskirt, Red?”
Willow coughed and squirmed under the sheet as Spike’s hand rubbed against her bum.
He was well within his rights to do all the fondling. They were sort of a thing now. Not an explicit thing because she wasn’t quite ready to turn in her lesbian membership card and Spike wasn’t exactly ready to tell Buffy about it, but a thing nonetheless.
She vivdly remembered the night she had accidentally drunk-dialed Fred, following the nasty break-up with Denise (her post-post-Kennedy mistake). Fred had urged her to take the red-eye to Los Angeles and Spike had been her benefactor that night. He had offered to pay for the flight and admitted to doing so when she arrived.
They had wound up in Spike’s bedroom, splitting a bottle of tequila and venting about the shittiness of love. He had kissed her then and she had confessed to a secret crush on him, one that started the moment he had punched Tara in the nose. The fact that he was willing to do that for her, to accept Tara into the family, had done more to Willow’s heartstrings than she ever wanted to admit.
Her confession had made him smile and soon she was in his arms.
After that? She’d had no room in her head for grief since all she was able to think about were the mazing heights he took her to with his cock and his tongue.
Spike cleared his throat, nudging her with his shoulder, bringing her back to reality.
“Answer me, Red.”
“Black.”
In front of her, she saw that an appreciative smile had crossed Gunn’s features and she smiled back. She had to admit that Gunn looked pretty sexy in that Batman mask and tailored suit. The fabric really clung to the toned, muscled frame that was beneath it.
“Thought so. With that tight red wrap-around top.” Spike replied. “Same taste as your vampire doppelganger, am I right?”
Willow closed her eyes and focused on her breath for a moment.
“Yes.”
“Feels like you’re not wearing any leather tonight though, pet.”
Willow nodded.
“No.”
“In fact, it feels like you’re wearing cotton. Cotton bra, cotton panties. And….” Spike leaned in close to Gunn, running his tongue up the other man’s cheekbone before whispering the truth into Gunn’s ear.
“Nothing else.”
Willow felt a shiver run up and down her spine, pleased that Spike had figured out her secret for the evening.
“Yes.”
Spike pursed his lips and moved his hand upwards to pluck at the elastic band of her bra that was underneath her costume.
“I have a bit of a joke for us then. A ghost, a lawyer, and a vampire walk into a bedroom….”
Willow giggled, already anticipating what the punch line would be, and headed towards the lobby stairs, the boys trailing behind her.
Wearing this ghost costume had definitely been the right choice this year and she suspected her night was going to go a whole lot better than it had last time.
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on 2014-10-26 06:42 pm (UTC)I'm so glad it brought a smile to your face.