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snoggedTitle: Ten Rounds With Jose Cuervo
Author: snogged
Parings: Willow/Spike, Willow/Tara, implied Spike/Buffy
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. The title was taken from a Tracey Byrd song so I don’t own that either.
Rating: R/FRM
Warnings: implied, consensual sex; angst; one m/m reference but nothing explicit; f/f romance
Word Count: 1505
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my addiction
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nha_fic Spring Challenge – Prompt 20: What if Spike had sex with Willow instead of Anya in Entropy?
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snowpuppies and my second pair of eyes: angelskuuipo. Any other mistakes are mine.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor…
Willow stared down at the bottom of her empty shot glass and frowned slightly, disappointed by her sudden lack of bittersweet goodness. She set the glass down and looked up at the bartender who hastily poured her another and flashed her a small smile.
She still wasn't entirely sure what had brought her feet over to the Bronze at 7:30 PM on a Tuesday night, but she kept telling herself that she was here celebrating the friendliest friendship that was hers again. Tara was back in her life and nothing could be better than that. Sure, there were no kisses yet, but Willow felt certain they would happen eventually.
She swiveled in the chair and ran her finger around the glass in a circular motion. It occurred to her that there was a tiny flaw in her celebration logic. Not a single one of her friends was there with her. They were all off doing their own little thing just like always. Buffy had her slaying thing, Dawnie had her teenager-y thing, Anya had her hatred-for-Xander thing, and Xander had his mopey thing.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
The chair creaked softly as she swiveled in the direction of the silky, British voice.
"I'm pretty sure my thoughts are going to cost you a quarter. These babies don't come cheap."
Spike smirked, pulling two quarters out of his pocket and dropping them on the counter. "That enough to pay your fee, Red?"
"I suppose so. What brings you to the bar, Spike? Or should I even bother guessing?"
"These quarters are for your thoughts, pet, not mine," Spike said, placing his elbows on the table and motioning to the bartender to bring him a shot as well.
"I'm celebrating," Willow said, her voice slurring a little from the alcohol. "Tara and I…we've…we're…friends. Friendly, no-naughty-touching friends."
"Sounds like a bloody treat, pet. What you doing by yourself then if you're celebrating?"
Willow shrugged and downed her drink, swallowing loudly. "I'm not by myself anymore. You're here now."
"I'm not really much in the mood to celebrate. Got nothing to cheer about." Spike tossed back his shot and shifted in his seat, shrugging his shoulders.
"You’ve lived for like, 130 years. You could celebrate that," Willow offered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Appreciate the thought, pet, but I'm more in the mood to numb the pain."
"I can do numbing. You wanna talk about it or something?"
"It's gonna cost you, pet," Spike said, a hint of danger in his tone.
Willow motioned to the bartender and he brought them another round of tequila shots. "Will this work?"
Spike brought the glass to his lips and chugged it down. "It'll do for now."
*****
They were probably about halfway through a bottle of tequila when Spike confessed that he was dealing with a pretty serious girl problem: he had told some chit that he loved her and she had rejected him. It ranked high on the top ten list of the worst things that had ever been said to him.
"She's stupid, Spike. Screw her."
"I've done that already," Spike moaned. "It's all she seems to want from me. I just want to feel that connection, you know? The emotional bond between two people in love is something I haven’t felt since Dru left me. And I miss that.”
"I've got the emotional stuff but none of the physical," Willow slurred. "I miss the touches and the kisses and all the rest of it. I would totally trade with you if you want."
"I bet it's 'cause of this bloody chip in my head. I bet she sees me as some neutered puppy. I'll get it out someday and then I'm gonna show her…" Spike thrust his arm into the air and let it fall back into his lap.
"I just wanna make her love me like she used to," Willow sighed. "But magic is off limits. No magic for Willow. I won't stand a chance if there's magic involved."
"I just want her to love me at all. Make her feel what I do every time I'm inside her."
Spike shifted closer to Willow, brushing his thigh against hers. Willow rested her head against his shoulder; all the drinking was making her feel heavy.
Spike's fingers found her cheek bone and he started tracing the contours of her face. "It stinks a bit that you're gay now, pet."
"Why's that?" Willow asked softly.
"'Cause it means I missed my chance to sing your praises to the rafters, missed my chance to feel those soft lips of yours against mine."
Willow giggled. "You've been drinking too much, Spike."
"'Ave not," Spike argued. "I'm serious, pet. I've heard you upstairs with your girl. You've got some of the prettiest sounds coming out of those lips. Should have always known you'd be a wildcat in the bedroom. They say it's always the quiet ones."
Willow tilted her head, brushing the tip of her nose against his cheek. Spike turned his head and captured her lips with his own. Willow reached up and gripped his shoulders before she pulled herself away from him.
"I'm still gay," Willow whispered.
"I've had my share of man on man action, pet. Doesn't mean I can't swing my fence a little in the opposite direction."
He shrugged his shoulders and leaned in to kiss her again. "Think of it as a nice dream. You wake up in the morning and you've got those nice flutters in your belly but you go about your day as normal till you can fall asleep again."
"I think I'm gonna need one more drink," Willow admitted. She swallowed down her final shot of tequila and let Spike lead her upstairs to a darkened corner. Spike pushed her up against the wall, his mouth demanding and possessive as he feasted on her lips. She slid her hands up his arms as her tongue slipped past his and mapped out new, uncharted territory. When Spike wrapped his hands around her neck, Willow wrapped her legs around his waist and started grinding herself against him like a sex-starved nun.
"Red," he murmured. "It usually helps when the clothes aren't in the way."
Willow blushed three shades of crimson and returned herself to a standing position. Their eyes locked on each other as their fingers nimbly worked the buttons and zippers on jeans and skirts. There was a need there, a desire, a craving that neither one quite knew how to grasp.
"Spike," Willow muttered, stepping towards the vampire. Their lips crushed together and their legs entwined.
*****
They could barely look at each other as they straightened themselves out. Spike left several buttons of his shirt undone and he turned to go. A small smile crossed his lips as he descended the stairs. He left the Bronze thinking that the fantasy of Willow and what she had done went above and beyond anything he had ever done with the Slayer.
Willow smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in her skirt and stared at the wall for a few minutes. She had sex with Spike. The Lesbian Mafia would definitely revoke her gay membership now.
She descended the stairwell and headed out the front door of the club, taking that huge step back into reality. She walked back to the Summers’ home and headed up to her bedroom. There was no way studying for class was going to come easily after something like that.
She pushed the door open and was surprised to see Tara standing in her room.
"Tara," she choked, feeling a wash of guilt rush through her.
"I know things can't be like they used to be."
Willow felt her stomach tighten. Truer words had never been spoken, especially after what just happened.
"Relationships take time, you know? Coffee dates can only take you so far before you…"
"Tara, are you okay?"
Tara stepped towards her. "Trust needs to be rebuilt and that's not a simple road to travel. You have to learn if you're even the same people you were, if you can fit
in each other's lives. It's a long and important process. Can't we just skip it? Can't you just be kissing me now?"
Willow searched her ex-girlfriend's eyes and found love burning inside. She pulled Tara into a soft embrace and their lips crushed together. Willow briefly thought of Spike and the feel of his lips, but she pushed it aside, losing herself in Tara's passion. Besides, she was more than willing to take the reality over the dream. She wanted to wake up the next morning and feel more than flutters in her tummy.
She also wanted to wake up the next morning without a hangover, but the fates probably wouldn't grant her that so she was going to take what she could get.*
::FIN::
*This is a slight rewrite of the final scene in Entropy. One line was taken directly. The rest are slightly reworded.
Author: snogged
Parings: Willow/Spike, Willow/Tara, implied Spike/Buffy
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. The title was taken from a Tracey Byrd song so I don’t own that either.
Rating: R/FRM
Warnings: implied, consensual sex; angst; one m/m reference but nothing explicit; f/f romance
Word Count: 1505
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my addiction
A/N: For
nha_fic Spring Challenge – Prompt 20: What if Spike had sex with Willow instead of Anya in Entropy?Betas: the wonderful:
snowpuppies and my second pair of eyes: angelskuuipo. Any other mistakes are mine.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor…
Willow stared down at the bottom of her empty shot glass and frowned slightly, disappointed by her sudden lack of bittersweet goodness. She set the glass down and looked up at the bartender who hastily poured her another and flashed her a small smile.
She still wasn't entirely sure what had brought her feet over to the Bronze at 7:30 PM on a Tuesday night, but she kept telling herself that she was here celebrating the friendliest friendship that was hers again. Tara was back in her life and nothing could be better than that. Sure, there were no kisses yet, but Willow felt certain they would happen eventually.
She swiveled in the chair and ran her finger around the glass in a circular motion. It occurred to her that there was a tiny flaw in her celebration logic. Not a single one of her friends was there with her. They were all off doing their own little thing just like always. Buffy had her slaying thing, Dawnie had her teenager-y thing, Anya had her hatred-for-Xander thing, and Xander had his mopey thing.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
The chair creaked softly as she swiveled in the direction of the silky, British voice.
"I'm pretty sure my thoughts are going to cost you a quarter. These babies don't come cheap."
Spike smirked, pulling two quarters out of his pocket and dropping them on the counter. "That enough to pay your fee, Red?"
"I suppose so. What brings you to the bar, Spike? Or should I even bother guessing?"
"These quarters are for your thoughts, pet, not mine," Spike said, placing his elbows on the table and motioning to the bartender to bring him a shot as well.
"I'm celebrating," Willow said, her voice slurring a little from the alcohol. "Tara and I…we've…we're…friends. Friendly, no-naughty-touching friends."
"Sounds like a bloody treat, pet. What you doing by yourself then if you're celebrating?"
Willow shrugged and downed her drink, swallowing loudly. "I'm not by myself anymore. You're here now."
"I'm not really much in the mood to celebrate. Got nothing to cheer about." Spike tossed back his shot and shifted in his seat, shrugging his shoulders.
"You’ve lived for like, 130 years. You could celebrate that," Willow offered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Appreciate the thought, pet, but I'm more in the mood to numb the pain."
"I can do numbing. You wanna talk about it or something?"
"It's gonna cost you, pet," Spike said, a hint of danger in his tone.
Willow motioned to the bartender and he brought them another round of tequila shots. "Will this work?"
Spike brought the glass to his lips and chugged it down. "It'll do for now."
*****
They were probably about halfway through a bottle of tequila when Spike confessed that he was dealing with a pretty serious girl problem: he had told some chit that he loved her and she had rejected him. It ranked high on the top ten list of the worst things that had ever been said to him.
"She's stupid, Spike. Screw her."
"I've done that already," Spike moaned. "It's all she seems to want from me. I just want to feel that connection, you know? The emotional bond between two people in love is something I haven’t felt since Dru left me. And I miss that.”
"I've got the emotional stuff but none of the physical," Willow slurred. "I miss the touches and the kisses and all the rest of it. I would totally trade with you if you want."
"I bet it's 'cause of this bloody chip in my head. I bet she sees me as some neutered puppy. I'll get it out someday and then I'm gonna show her…" Spike thrust his arm into the air and let it fall back into his lap.
"I just wanna make her love me like she used to," Willow sighed. "But magic is off limits. No magic for Willow. I won't stand a chance if there's magic involved."
"I just want her to love me at all. Make her feel what I do every time I'm inside her."
Spike shifted closer to Willow, brushing his thigh against hers. Willow rested her head against his shoulder; all the drinking was making her feel heavy.
Spike's fingers found her cheek bone and he started tracing the contours of her face. "It stinks a bit that you're gay now, pet."
"Why's that?" Willow asked softly.
"'Cause it means I missed my chance to sing your praises to the rafters, missed my chance to feel those soft lips of yours against mine."
Willow giggled. "You've been drinking too much, Spike."
"'Ave not," Spike argued. "I'm serious, pet. I've heard you upstairs with your girl. You've got some of the prettiest sounds coming out of those lips. Should have always known you'd be a wildcat in the bedroom. They say it's always the quiet ones."
Willow tilted her head, brushing the tip of her nose against his cheek. Spike turned his head and captured her lips with his own. Willow reached up and gripped his shoulders before she pulled herself away from him.
"I'm still gay," Willow whispered.
"I've had my share of man on man action, pet. Doesn't mean I can't swing my fence a little in the opposite direction."
He shrugged his shoulders and leaned in to kiss her again. "Think of it as a nice dream. You wake up in the morning and you've got those nice flutters in your belly but you go about your day as normal till you can fall asleep again."
"I think I'm gonna need one more drink," Willow admitted. She swallowed down her final shot of tequila and let Spike lead her upstairs to a darkened corner. Spike pushed her up against the wall, his mouth demanding and possessive as he feasted on her lips. She slid her hands up his arms as her tongue slipped past his and mapped out new, uncharted territory. When Spike wrapped his hands around her neck, Willow wrapped her legs around his waist and started grinding herself against him like a sex-starved nun.
"Red," he murmured. "It usually helps when the clothes aren't in the way."
Willow blushed three shades of crimson and returned herself to a standing position. Their eyes locked on each other as their fingers nimbly worked the buttons and zippers on jeans and skirts. There was a need there, a desire, a craving that neither one quite knew how to grasp.
"Spike," Willow muttered, stepping towards the vampire. Their lips crushed together and their legs entwined.
*****
They could barely look at each other as they straightened themselves out. Spike left several buttons of his shirt undone and he turned to go. A small smile crossed his lips as he descended the stairs. He left the Bronze thinking that the fantasy of Willow and what she had done went above and beyond anything he had ever done with the Slayer.
Willow smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in her skirt and stared at the wall for a few minutes. She had sex with Spike. The Lesbian Mafia would definitely revoke her gay membership now.
She descended the stairwell and headed out the front door of the club, taking that huge step back into reality. She walked back to the Summers’ home and headed up to her bedroom. There was no way studying for class was going to come easily after something like that.
She pushed the door open and was surprised to see Tara standing in her room.
"Tara," she choked, feeling a wash of guilt rush through her.
"I know things can't be like they used to be."
Willow felt her stomach tighten. Truer words had never been spoken, especially after what just happened.
"Relationships take time, you know? Coffee dates can only take you so far before you…"
"Tara, are you okay?"
Tara stepped towards her. "Trust needs to be rebuilt and that's not a simple road to travel. You have to learn if you're even the same people you were, if you can fit
in each other's lives. It's a long and important process. Can't we just skip it? Can't you just be kissing me now?"
Willow searched her ex-girlfriend's eyes and found love burning inside. She pulled Tara into a soft embrace and their lips crushed together. Willow briefly thought of Spike and the feel of his lips, but she pushed it aside, losing herself in Tara's passion. Besides, she was more than willing to take the reality over the dream. She wanted to wake up the next morning and feel more than flutters in her tummy.
She also wanted to wake up the next morning without a hangover, but the fates probably wouldn't grant her that so she was going to take what she could get.*
::FIN::
*This is a slight rewrite of the final scene in Entropy. One line was taken directly. The rest are slightly reworded.
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on 2008-05-22 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-22 08:44 pm (UTC)I figured sweet with a bit of angst was the way to go here.