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snoggedLast October, I wrote a naughty, little one shot called Wrong Number . The original ending never quite thrilled me so today, I typed up an alternative that I believe my Willow/Spike friends will find much more appealing.
Title: Wrong Number
Author: snogged
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters. I own nothing
Pairing: Spike/Willow; implied Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tara. Mentions of Willow/Xander and Willow/Oz.
Summary: Set in Season 6, sometime after "Doublemeat Palace.” Willow receives a phone call that was not intended for her.
Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, themes of D/s
Feedback/Constructive Criticism: is always appreciated
A/N: Many many thanks goes out to purplefeen and angelskuippo for doing the beta work on this piece. The alternate ending has NOT been beta'd. Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lzod for reminding me that I wanted to change this.
The Summers' house was quiet for a change and Willow intended to take full advantage of her new book "The House of Mirth" by Edith Wharton. She was hoping that a good book would take her mind off of her growing magical addiction as well as Tara. Dawn was over at Janice's and wouldn't be home until morning, and Buffy had been asked to work an extra shift at the Doublemeat, so Willow knew she had until at least midnight before she had to hear the sound of another person's pattering footsteps.
She rested her head against the pillow and flipped the book open to the first page. It had been so long since she'd read anything not related to demons, vampires, monsters, or witchcraft and she was hoping a change in literature would do her some good. It used to work when she was depressed about Xander in high school, so there was no reason why it couldn't work now.
BRRRIIIIINNNGGG!
The telephone's shrill ring brought her out of her ruminating thoughts and she grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hello Slayer."
Willow froze. She recognized the accent and the huskiness of the voice. It was Spike. Why was he calling here? Didn't he know Buffy was working?
"Spike, what are you…." Willow said hesitantly.
"I've been thinking about you. Thinking 'bout your tight, hard little body riding me so hard I pop like the cork on a bottle of crystal champagne." Spike interrupted.
Willow's jaw dropped. What on Earth was he talking about? Were Spike and Buffy having sex? Or riding each other hard, as Spike had so bluntly put it. She considered hanging up the phone right then and there, but then another thought popped into her head. Spike was obviously interested in a phone conversation of explicit sexual material and what was the harm of playing along if he thought she was Buffy? There were voice augmentation spells so it wouldn't even be difficult to pretend a fake voice at all. Also, it had been so long since she had done anything sexual. She muttered the words to invoke the augmentation spell and thought about what Buffy would even say to him.
"God, Spike, that's gross," Willow said finally.
"Bet you weren't thinking that when you smashed me up against the alley wall. All that grease and filth rubbing into our bodies. But I like my girls aggressive. The feisty ones always know the right ways to make a vamp squirm. Wanna know what I'm thinking 'bout doing to you right now?"
Willow felt her cheeks burn. Buffy and Spike had sex in an alley? She shivered at the thought and tried to focus on what Spike was attempting to do here. Sure, it wasn’t like this wasn't her first experience with phone sex. Oz used to try and get her to do it with him when he had gigs out of town but she would always get too nervous or too giggly and they’d never get anywhere with it.
"Not really, but somehow I get the feeling you're going to tell me anyways." Willow sighed. She may have Buffy's voice right now but she was finding it oddly difficult to think like her best friend. Especially since she just found out that Buffy had sex with Spike in an alley.
"I'm picturing you in nothing but my duster and those damn sexy black stilettos of yours. You've got your hands on your hips and I'm sitting in my chair watching the telly and smoking a fag. You look at me with those ice blue eyes of yours and then you walk over and straddle my lap, blocking the TV from my sight. I can feel your quim pressing against the bulge in my jeans and I know you're ready for me, baby. Are you ready for me right now? Are you getting wet, Slayer?"
Willow gently pushed her fingers against the crotch of her pajama pants and sure enough, she could feel moisture seeping through the fabric. Sure, it was sort of odd that a vampire…correction: male vampire…was getting her all wet and mushy now that she had switched for the other team, but at the same time, there was just something about the way he was talking to her right now that made her body feel like it was overheating.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t sure if Buffy would go along with this at all, but based on everything Spike had said so far, she wasn’t even sure she knew who her best friend was anymore.
“What you got on right now, pet?” Spike asked his voice slick with lust.
Willow glanced down at her body. The hand holding the phone felt horribly sweaty. “Tank top and jammie pants.”
“Remove the pants, but leave the top on,” Spike commanded firmly.
Now, he was giving her orders? Willow shook her head and sighed. She had gotten herself into this so she might as well go with the flow. Willow set the phone down on the nightstand and removed her pajama pants. She lifted the phone back to her ear and waited.
“Now, pet, rub that pretty little clit for me. I wanna hear that sexy little mewl of yours.”
Willow adjusted the phone slightly and obeyed. Her fingers danced over her clit and she moaned softly. She applied a little more pressure and felt her whole body tingle.
“Now, take it between your fingers and pinch it. You can even tug it a little if you want. I wanna hear your body writhe, pet. I wanna hear you beg. I’ll make you beg for it, pet. It’s more fun when they beg.”
“You're sick, Spike,” Willow hissed as she tugged and pinched her clit. She figured it would be a phrase Buffy would interject into a conversation such as this one.
“Beg for me, Buffy. Beg me to let you cum. I wanna hear you say it.”
At that moment, Willow let her own desire kick in. Buffy’s desires be damned.
“Please, Spike.”
Willow swore she heard Spike grin from ear to ear as she continued to manipulate her clit. She was nearing the edge. It would be so easy to let herself fall over the cliff, but she was going to wait because he told her to.
“Please what, pet?”
“Let me cum.” Willow pleaded, hoping Spike could hear her desperation through the receiver.
She heard a low grunt from the other end and it suddenly dawned on her that Spike was getting off on this whole charade too.
“Cum for me, Red.”
Willow rubbed her clit furiously and she felt the juices spill over her hand. She barely caught his acknowledgement that she wasn’t Buffy. He had seen through her ruse in the most unexpected way.
“How did you know?” Willow asked softly her skin still tingly from her post-orgasmic bliss.
“’Cause the Slayer don’t make noises like that when she cums, pet,” Spike said, matter-of-factly. “'Sides, I’ve heard Glinda do that to you a time or two before.”
Willow wrinkled her nose and whispered the words that would change her voice back to normal. “Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad, love? I’d have done the same thing in your shoes. Your girl left and the world just doesn’t have that same shiny glow it used too. You needed a taste of bliss. Lucky I was around for it, right?”
Willow leaned back against the pillow. He was right. Crude, but right. “Says the vampire who screwed my best friend into an alley wall.”
“Would you rather it had been you, pet?”
Willow inhaled sharply. She was dying to say yes but that would make her sound like a slut. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
There was a rustle of clothing on the other end of the line and Willow frowned in confusion. Had she said something wrong?
“As a matter of fact, pet, I would like to know. Meet me behind the Bronze in say 15 minutes? I’ll buy you an onion blossom. Well, I’ll split one with you. That is if you’re up for it.”
The phone disconnected with a soft click and Willow pulled her legs up to her chest. She could just pretend that it had been the wrong number and ignore his request. But she was sick of pretending. If Spike wanted her, she was going to let him have her.
Besides, she had a sudden craving for onion blossoms.
Title: Wrong Number
Author: snogged
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own the characters. I own nothing
Pairing: Spike/Willow; implied Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tara. Mentions of Willow/Xander and Willow/Oz.
Summary: Set in Season 6, sometime after "Doublemeat Palace.” Willow receives a phone call that was not intended for her.
Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, themes of D/s
Feedback/Constructive Criticism: is always appreciated
A/N: Many many thanks goes out to purplefeen and angelskuippo for doing the beta work on this piece. The alternate ending has NOT been beta'd. Dedicated to
lzod for reminding me that I wanted to change this.The Summers' house was quiet for a change and Willow intended to take full advantage of her new book "The House of Mirth" by Edith Wharton. She was hoping that a good book would take her mind off of her growing magical addiction as well as Tara. Dawn was over at Janice's and wouldn't be home until morning, and Buffy had been asked to work an extra shift at the Doublemeat, so Willow knew she had until at least midnight before she had to hear the sound of another person's pattering footsteps.
She rested her head against the pillow and flipped the book open to the first page. It had been so long since she'd read anything not related to demons, vampires, monsters, or witchcraft and she was hoping a change in literature would do her some good. It used to work when she was depressed about Xander in high school, so there was no reason why it couldn't work now.
BRRRIIIIINNNGGG!
The telephone's shrill ring brought her out of her ruminating thoughts and she grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hello Slayer."
Willow froze. She recognized the accent and the huskiness of the voice. It was Spike. Why was he calling here? Didn't he know Buffy was working?
"Spike, what are you…." Willow said hesitantly.
"I've been thinking about you. Thinking 'bout your tight, hard little body riding me so hard I pop like the cork on a bottle of crystal champagne." Spike interrupted.
Willow's jaw dropped. What on Earth was he talking about? Were Spike and Buffy having sex? Or riding each other hard, as Spike had so bluntly put it. She considered hanging up the phone right then and there, but then another thought popped into her head. Spike was obviously interested in a phone conversation of explicit sexual material and what was the harm of playing along if he thought she was Buffy? There were voice augmentation spells so it wouldn't even be difficult to pretend a fake voice at all. Also, it had been so long since she had done anything sexual. She muttered the words to invoke the augmentation spell and thought about what Buffy would even say to him.
"God, Spike, that's gross," Willow said finally.
"Bet you weren't thinking that when you smashed me up against the alley wall. All that grease and filth rubbing into our bodies. But I like my girls aggressive. The feisty ones always know the right ways to make a vamp squirm. Wanna know what I'm thinking 'bout doing to you right now?"
Willow felt her cheeks burn. Buffy and Spike had sex in an alley? She shivered at the thought and tried to focus on what Spike was attempting to do here. Sure, it wasn’t like this wasn't her first experience with phone sex. Oz used to try and get her to do it with him when he had gigs out of town but she would always get too nervous or too giggly and they’d never get anywhere with it.
"Not really, but somehow I get the feeling you're going to tell me anyways." Willow sighed. She may have Buffy's voice right now but she was finding it oddly difficult to think like her best friend. Especially since she just found out that Buffy had sex with Spike in an alley.
"I'm picturing you in nothing but my duster and those damn sexy black stilettos of yours. You've got your hands on your hips and I'm sitting in my chair watching the telly and smoking a fag. You look at me with those ice blue eyes of yours and then you walk over and straddle my lap, blocking the TV from my sight. I can feel your quim pressing against the bulge in my jeans and I know you're ready for me, baby. Are you ready for me right now? Are you getting wet, Slayer?"
Willow gently pushed her fingers against the crotch of her pajama pants and sure enough, she could feel moisture seeping through the fabric. Sure, it was sort of odd that a vampire…correction: male vampire…was getting her all wet and mushy now that she had switched for the other team, but at the same time, there was just something about the way he was talking to her right now that made her body feel like it was overheating.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t sure if Buffy would go along with this at all, but based on everything Spike had said so far, she wasn’t even sure she knew who her best friend was anymore.
“What you got on right now, pet?” Spike asked his voice slick with lust.
Willow glanced down at her body. The hand holding the phone felt horribly sweaty. “Tank top and jammie pants.”
“Remove the pants, but leave the top on,” Spike commanded firmly.
Now, he was giving her orders? Willow shook her head and sighed. She had gotten herself into this so she might as well go with the flow. Willow set the phone down on the nightstand and removed her pajama pants. She lifted the phone back to her ear and waited.
“Now, pet, rub that pretty little clit for me. I wanna hear that sexy little mewl of yours.”
Willow adjusted the phone slightly and obeyed. Her fingers danced over her clit and she moaned softly. She applied a little more pressure and felt her whole body tingle.
“Now, take it between your fingers and pinch it. You can even tug it a little if you want. I wanna hear your body writhe, pet. I wanna hear you beg. I’ll make you beg for it, pet. It’s more fun when they beg.”
“You're sick, Spike,” Willow hissed as she tugged and pinched her clit. She figured it would be a phrase Buffy would interject into a conversation such as this one.
“Beg for me, Buffy. Beg me to let you cum. I wanna hear you say it.”
At that moment, Willow let her own desire kick in. Buffy’s desires be damned.
“Please, Spike.”
Willow swore she heard Spike grin from ear to ear as she continued to manipulate her clit. She was nearing the edge. It would be so easy to let herself fall over the cliff, but she was going to wait because he told her to.
“Please what, pet?”
“Let me cum.” Willow pleaded, hoping Spike could hear her desperation through the receiver.
She heard a low grunt from the other end and it suddenly dawned on her that Spike was getting off on this whole charade too.
“Cum for me, Red.”
Willow rubbed her clit furiously and she felt the juices spill over her hand. She barely caught his acknowledgement that she wasn’t Buffy. He had seen through her ruse in the most unexpected way.
“How did you know?” Willow asked softly her skin still tingly from her post-orgasmic bliss.
“’Cause the Slayer don’t make noises like that when she cums, pet,” Spike said, matter-of-factly. “'Sides, I’ve heard Glinda do that to you a time or two before.”
Willow wrinkled her nose and whispered the words that would change her voice back to normal. “Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad, love? I’d have done the same thing in your shoes. Your girl left and the world just doesn’t have that same shiny glow it used too. You needed a taste of bliss. Lucky I was around for it, right?”
Willow leaned back against the pillow. He was right. Crude, but right. “Says the vampire who screwed my best friend into an alley wall.”
“Would you rather it had been you, pet?”
Willow inhaled sharply. She was dying to say yes but that would make her sound like a slut. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
There was a rustle of clothing on the other end of the line and Willow frowned in confusion. Had she said something wrong?
“As a matter of fact, pet, I would like to know. Meet me behind the Bronze in say 15 minutes? I’ll buy you an onion blossom. Well, I’ll split one with you. That is if you’re up for it.”
The phone disconnected with a soft click and Willow pulled her legs up to her chest. She could just pretend that it had been the wrong number and ignore his request. But she was sick of pretending. If Spike wanted her, she was going to let him have her.
Besides, she had a sudden craving for onion blossoms.
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