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Also, please note that this chapter makes a tiny reference to the Season 8 comics.
Title: Self-Destruct Button (12/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 1564
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Setting: Buffy – Post “Chosen”/Angel – set shortly after “Damage.”
Summary: Willow gets a party invitation from a certain warlock in Los Angeles.
Beta(s):angelskuuipo and velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
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As the gang headed back to Wolfram and Hart, Willow found herself fretting about stepping up to the role of party planner. The last time she had been involved in throwing a party for someone, it had been Xander and Anya’s engagement party, and not only had that caused a huge fight between her and Tara, it had also signaled the beginning of the end for a couple that never gave itself enough credit.
Willow remembered being so mad at Xander after he left Anya at the altar and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell him all of the patented anecdotes from their childhood that would persuade him to believe that he would never end up like his father.
And then there had been the final battle in Sunnydale.
She paused for a moment, letting the grief she felt about losing Anya sink into the marrow of her bones. Unlike Spike, there had been no amulet to protect Anya’s spirit. Unlike Buffy and Tara, there had been no attempts to bring her back to life. It wasn’t because no one cared to; it was more that Xander had used every ounce of strength he had to beg Willow not to. He had told her they weren’t those people anymore. They weren’t the people so desperate to have their friends and lovers back that they’d fuck with the balance. Granted, he’d told her all of this after three shots of bourbon, but the look on his face the next morning had assured her that he had meant every word.
“You all right, love?” Spike asked, slipping his hand underneath hers, tugging her closer to him when they passed through the law firm’s lobby, catching a jealous look from a brunette receptionist as they headed toward the bank of elevators on the far wall.
“”M fine,” Willow muttered. “Just thinking.”
“Want me to change that?” Spike murmured, seductiveness creeping into his tone.
They had mutually agreed that cleaning themselves up first was a priority after they had left the warehouse and Angel had graciously agreed to let Willow use the shower in his penthouse. Willow wagered his generosity had little to do with their time-tested friendship and more to do with his residual Irish Catholic guilt that had cropped up shortly after she’d agreed to be the bait in his plan to take down the Circle of the Black Thorn.
In terms of Spike’s offer, though, Willow wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of feeling his wet skin pressed against hers or feeling his lips against hers, but there was something she needed to do before she could let that happen again, before she could make this thing with Spike official. That something was to call Buffy.
She owed it to her best friend to admit to her sexual fluke, which, when she thought about it wasn’t even a fluke because she wanted it to happen again. She wanted her relationship with Spike to be more than just a guilty pleasure, to be more than just a rebound from Kennedy. She wanted to admit out loud that her heart was capable of piecing itself back together after it had self-destructed.
Admittedly, she knew there was a good chance that Buffy could be petty enough to never talk to her again, but it was a risk she was willing to take, especially since the last time she had talked to Buffy, the Slayer had gotten pretty darn silent on the subject of Spike for no apparent reason.
“I really don’t think that’s the best idea, Spike,” Willow whispered, focusing her gaze on the line of blinking numbers that indicated the elevator’s descent. “I…I have to make a phone call while I’m up there and I’m not sure you want to be….”
“That’s even more of a reason to come up there with you, pet,” Spike interrupted, his persistence unwavering because he seemed to know exactly what she was about to do.
As the elevator doors slid open and they stepped inside, Willow turned into Spike’s muscular frame and expressed her gratitude with a kiss that she was positive knocked his socks off.
***
Feeling clean and fresh, Willow wrapped herself up in a fluffy bathrobe and collected the shredded dress from the linoleum floor. It was a shame that she wasn’t better with a needle and thread because she was sure the hem could be fixed and the hole near the stomach could be patched up with a little bit of time and patience. Instead, she figured the dress would probably end up shoved in the back of Fred’s closet and would never get touched again.
Spike was sprawled out on the California King-sized mattress, his eyes closed and shirt off, when she emerged from the bathroom. She permitted her eyes to travel down the length of him, to drink in his panther-like beauty. Once she reached his navel, however, her cheeks quickly turned beet-red because his pants were unbuttoned and his hand was rapidly moving back and forth beneath the denim fabric.
Instead of moving to join him, though, she watched with growing admiration as his lips parted, releasing a deep-throated groan followed by a cry of longing, a cry that echoed through the silence of the room.
“Willow!”
It wasn’t like she was a stranger to hearing her name in bed, but hearing it tumble from Spike’s lips sent an intense shiver down her spine.
“Spike.”
She said it softly, not much louder than a whisper, but it was enough to yank him out of his moment of ecstasy. As his eyes opened, she half-expected to him to say something lecherous, to convince her that she should lose the robe and join him, but instead, he smiled at her warmly and patted the space beside him. Willow took him off on his offer and sank into the mattress, her nervousness painfully obvious.
“Buffy’s not gonna kill you, love,” Spike replied, placing his non-sticky hand on her knee and looking at her with deep reassurance in his gorgeously blue eyes.
“You sure about that?” Willow asked, grateful that he had chosen this route instead of the one he was traditionally known for taking.
“Positive,” Spike affirmed, grabbing the portable phone off of Angel’s nightstand with his free hand and passing it to her. “Angel might though, ‘specially if you run up his long distance charges.”
He grinned, hoping she would take the bait to help him piss off Angel a little.
“I’ll do it, but only because I’m not sure where my cell phone is,” Willow replied, giving him a quick peck on the forehead before she punched in the numbers.
Buffy answered on the fourth ring.
“Hey Will, what’s up? Did you guys defeat that Valley guy or do I need to come down there and kick Angel’s ass?”
“Ass-kicking won’t be necessary,” Willow replied. “But Cyvus Vail is still at large. We’re working on a plan to take care of that though, so never fear.”
“Good.”
Willow paused, assessing whether or not Buffy’s last answer had sounded brusque or if she was just paranoid because of what she was about to do. Settling on paranoid, Willow inhaled sharply and confessed, garbled-sentence style: “IlikeSpikeandwehadsexandI’msorry.”
“You had sex with Spike?” Buffy asked, that same unspecified dullness from a few days ago returning to her tone. But at least Buffy was clearly not in need of a Willow-to-English translation and in Willow’s mind, that kind of made things easier.
“Yes,” Willow replied, feeling Spike’s hand squeeze her knee. “Are you mad?”
Buffy was only quiet for a few moments, but the pregnant pause felt worse than any punishment Buffy could mete out.
“Well…no,” Buffy said finally. “I mean, I’m confused because you’ve been marching in the Gay Pride parade for the last few years, but I’m not really in a place right now where I can be judge-y.”
“What do you mean?” Willow inquired, recognizing this as the moment where Buffy would admit to the cause of her demeanor change.
“I mean…I’m with someone,” Buffy explained. “A girl someone.”
Willow’s jaw dropped slightly and Spike stifled a chuckle, giving away the fact that he was abusing his super-special vampire hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Her name is Satsu and I’m…I’m not gay. I’m just…finding love from an unexpected source. That’s why I got kinda spacey on you the other day and why I got kinda spacey like ten seconds ago. I knew I should tell you, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you and you just seemed so excited about Spike that I….”
Willow nodded, despite the fact that she knew Buffy couldn’t see it over the phone. “It’s okay, Buffy. I’m happy for you.”
“Good,” Buffy replied.
Another moment of silence passed between them, but this time, it didn’t feel wrong. It did, however, get interrupted by a series of three urgent knocks on the door.
“Hey Buffy? I’ve gotta go. Looks like the troops are ready to assemble.”
“Okay,” Buffy replied, before adding: “Take care of him, okay?”
“I will.”
Willow pulled the phone from her ear and ended the call, releasing an exhale as the door to the penthouse opened and Harmony entered with a scowl on her face, wrinkling her nose as she placed her hands on her hips.
“Eve’s here to see you. Want me to kill her?”
angelstoy. Love you, hunny!Also, please note that this chapter makes a tiny reference to the Season 8 comics.
Title: Self-Destruct Button (12/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 1564
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Setting: Buffy – Post “Chosen”/Angel – set shortly after “Damage.”
Summary: Willow gets a party invitation from a certain warlock in Los Angeles.
Beta(s):
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spikesredqueenAs the gang headed back to Wolfram and Hart, Willow found herself fretting about stepping up to the role of party planner. The last time she had been involved in throwing a party for someone, it had been Xander and Anya’s engagement party, and not only had that caused a huge fight between her and Tara, it had also signaled the beginning of the end for a couple that never gave itself enough credit.
Willow remembered being so mad at Xander after he left Anya at the altar and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell him all of the patented anecdotes from their childhood that would persuade him to believe that he would never end up like his father.
And then there had been the final battle in Sunnydale.
She paused for a moment, letting the grief she felt about losing Anya sink into the marrow of her bones. Unlike Spike, there had been no amulet to protect Anya’s spirit. Unlike Buffy and Tara, there had been no attempts to bring her back to life. It wasn’t because no one cared to; it was more that Xander had used every ounce of strength he had to beg Willow not to. He had told her they weren’t those people anymore. They weren’t the people so desperate to have their friends and lovers back that they’d fuck with the balance. Granted, he’d told her all of this after three shots of bourbon, but the look on his face the next morning had assured her that he had meant every word.
“You all right, love?” Spike asked, slipping his hand underneath hers, tugging her closer to him when they passed through the law firm’s lobby, catching a jealous look from a brunette receptionist as they headed toward the bank of elevators on the far wall.
“”M fine,” Willow muttered. “Just thinking.”
“Want me to change that?” Spike murmured, seductiveness creeping into his tone.
They had mutually agreed that cleaning themselves up first was a priority after they had left the warehouse and Angel had graciously agreed to let Willow use the shower in his penthouse. Willow wagered his generosity had little to do with their time-tested friendship and more to do with his residual Irish Catholic guilt that had cropped up shortly after she’d agreed to be the bait in his plan to take down the Circle of the Black Thorn.
In terms of Spike’s offer, though, Willow wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of feeling his wet skin pressed against hers or feeling his lips against hers, but there was something she needed to do before she could let that happen again, before she could make this thing with Spike official. That something was to call Buffy.
She owed it to her best friend to admit to her sexual fluke, which, when she thought about it wasn’t even a fluke because she wanted it to happen again. She wanted her relationship with Spike to be more than just a guilty pleasure, to be more than just a rebound from Kennedy. She wanted to admit out loud that her heart was capable of piecing itself back together after it had self-destructed.
Admittedly, she knew there was a good chance that Buffy could be petty enough to never talk to her again, but it was a risk she was willing to take, especially since the last time she had talked to Buffy, the Slayer had gotten pretty darn silent on the subject of Spike for no apparent reason.
“I really don’t think that’s the best idea, Spike,” Willow whispered, focusing her gaze on the line of blinking numbers that indicated the elevator’s descent. “I…I have to make a phone call while I’m up there and I’m not sure you want to be….”
“That’s even more of a reason to come up there with you, pet,” Spike interrupted, his persistence unwavering because he seemed to know exactly what she was about to do.
As the elevator doors slid open and they stepped inside, Willow turned into Spike’s muscular frame and expressed her gratitude with a kiss that she was positive knocked his socks off.
***
Feeling clean and fresh, Willow wrapped herself up in a fluffy bathrobe and collected the shredded dress from the linoleum floor. It was a shame that she wasn’t better with a needle and thread because she was sure the hem could be fixed and the hole near the stomach could be patched up with a little bit of time and patience. Instead, she figured the dress would probably end up shoved in the back of Fred’s closet and would never get touched again.
Spike was sprawled out on the California King-sized mattress, his eyes closed and shirt off, when she emerged from the bathroom. She permitted her eyes to travel down the length of him, to drink in his panther-like beauty. Once she reached his navel, however, her cheeks quickly turned beet-red because his pants were unbuttoned and his hand was rapidly moving back and forth beneath the denim fabric.
Instead of moving to join him, though, she watched with growing admiration as his lips parted, releasing a deep-throated groan followed by a cry of longing, a cry that echoed through the silence of the room.
“Willow!”
It wasn’t like she was a stranger to hearing her name in bed, but hearing it tumble from Spike’s lips sent an intense shiver down her spine.
“Spike.”
She said it softly, not much louder than a whisper, but it was enough to yank him out of his moment of ecstasy. As his eyes opened, she half-expected to him to say something lecherous, to convince her that she should lose the robe and join him, but instead, he smiled at her warmly and patted the space beside him. Willow took him off on his offer and sank into the mattress, her nervousness painfully obvious.
“Buffy’s not gonna kill you, love,” Spike replied, placing his non-sticky hand on her knee and looking at her with deep reassurance in his gorgeously blue eyes.
“You sure about that?” Willow asked, grateful that he had chosen this route instead of the one he was traditionally known for taking.
“Positive,” Spike affirmed, grabbing the portable phone off of Angel’s nightstand with his free hand and passing it to her. “Angel might though, ‘specially if you run up his long distance charges.”
He grinned, hoping she would take the bait to help him piss off Angel a little.
“I’ll do it, but only because I’m not sure where my cell phone is,” Willow replied, giving him a quick peck on the forehead before she punched in the numbers.
Buffy answered on the fourth ring.
“Hey Will, what’s up? Did you guys defeat that Valley guy or do I need to come down there and kick Angel’s ass?”
“Ass-kicking won’t be necessary,” Willow replied. “But Cyvus Vail is still at large. We’re working on a plan to take care of that though, so never fear.”
“Good.”
Willow paused, assessing whether or not Buffy’s last answer had sounded brusque or if she was just paranoid because of what she was about to do. Settling on paranoid, Willow inhaled sharply and confessed, garbled-sentence style: “IlikeSpikeandwehadsexandI’msorry.”
“You had sex with Spike?” Buffy asked, that same unspecified dullness from a few days ago returning to her tone. But at least Buffy was clearly not in need of a Willow-to-English translation and in Willow’s mind, that kind of made things easier.
“Yes,” Willow replied, feeling Spike’s hand squeeze her knee. “Are you mad?”
Buffy was only quiet for a few moments, but the pregnant pause felt worse than any punishment Buffy could mete out.
“Well…no,” Buffy said finally. “I mean, I’m confused because you’ve been marching in the Gay Pride parade for the last few years, but I’m not really in a place right now where I can be judge-y.”
“What do you mean?” Willow inquired, recognizing this as the moment where Buffy would admit to the cause of her demeanor change.
“I mean…I’m with someone,” Buffy explained. “A girl someone.”
Willow’s jaw dropped slightly and Spike stifled a chuckle, giving away the fact that he was abusing his super-special vampire hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Her name is Satsu and I’m…I’m not gay. I’m just…finding love from an unexpected source. That’s why I got kinda spacey on you the other day and why I got kinda spacey like ten seconds ago. I knew I should tell you, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you and you just seemed so excited about Spike that I….”
Willow nodded, despite the fact that she knew Buffy couldn’t see it over the phone. “It’s okay, Buffy. I’m happy for you.”
“Good,” Buffy replied.
Another moment of silence passed between them, but this time, it didn’t feel wrong. It did, however, get interrupted by a series of three urgent knocks on the door.
“Hey Buffy? I’ve gotta go. Looks like the troops are ready to assemble.”
“Okay,” Buffy replied, before adding: “Take care of him, okay?”
“I will.”
Willow pulled the phone from her ear and ended the call, releasing an exhale as the door to the penthouse opened and Harmony entered with a scowl on her face, wrinkling her nose as she placed her hands on her hips.
“Eve’s here to see you. Want me to kill her?”
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on 2011-05-16 05:03 pm (UTC)That hardly ever happens!
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on 2011-05-16 07:38 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2011-05-16 08:51 pm (UTC)Great chapter! I loved so many lines that I can't list them!
And thank to you now I need another shower now... cold this time!
I was so afraid that Harmony would space out about Willow and Spike, instead she was wonderful instead!
I sooo hope Angel will say his two cents about them though LOL
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on 2011-05-16 09:18 pm (UTC)Loved every word!!!!!!!
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on 2011-05-16 10:15 pm (UTC)and seriously, best last line (of a chapter) EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND THANK YOU SO INCREDIBLY MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES AND DEDICATING THIS CHAPTER TO ME, YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MADE MY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE YOU BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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on 2011-05-17 10:59 pm (UTC)I figured a dedication was the least I could do since you're so damn fabulous.
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on 2011-05-18 02:02 pm (UTC)you're DAMN fabulous too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!
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on 2011-05-18 10:00 pm (UTC)*kisses* xxx
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on 2011-06-18 05:09 am (UTC)I loved it :D Willow-to-English speak, Spike being all adorable and there for her, Buffy being awkward- all good things. And the thing about Angels Irish Catholic guilt made me giggle.
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on 2011-06-20 02:51 am (UTC)Sadly, I haven't written or posted the next chapter yet due to some unexpected (but also appreciated) RL snags.
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