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Spike/Willow Song Drabbles
pairing: Spike/Willow
a bunch of unrelated drabbles all written from song title prompts
Spike/Willow Song Drabbles
Spike/Willow Song Drabbles
pairing: Spike/Willow
a bunch of unrelated drabbles all written from song title prompts
That little boy smile got her every time. The way he looked at her like he knew what she was thinking - like he knew what she needed. And he did. He knew what it took to break her out of her shell - to make her come alive. She'd never been so alive as she was when she was in his arms.
She loved him so much it scared her. Afraid every day of losing him. Afraid every night that some demon would take him from her. Waiting endlessly to see him again. Desperate for that smile, begging for that look.
And he never disappointed.
Dance With Me Tonight
She was alone on the dance floor, everyone had gone home and the Bronze was about to close. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to be alone, not tonight. Oz had been gone for one year. One year of being alone - of being lonely.
She heard the footsteps and she knew right away who was invading her isolation. She'd heard those footsteps before - had even been afraid of them not so long ago. They no longer did they make her cringe or hide in fear. For a minute, she wished he was still the creature he'd once been - end this torment forever.
Daydreams About Night Things
She was shocked to look up and see the class filing out of the room. She'd spent the whole class daydreaming.
Daydreaming about Spike and what he'd done to her last night. She'd heard that Spike had a thing for Buffy but Dawn must have been wrong about that. The things he'd done to her! The things they'd done together!
And she wasn't a Buffy substitute, she knew that for sure. The way he kept saying Willow's name - the way he looked at her as they were making love - and made her look at him. The things he'd said…
She hoped tonight would be fuel for tomorrow's daydreams.
Do You Believe in Magic
He couldn't believe it was true. There must be something to this 'magick' thing after all. How else would you explain a two-hundred year old master vampire falling in love with a tiny human witch not even old enough to drink? He'd thought at first that she'd put a spell on him, but here it was a month later and he still couldn't get enough of her. She'd fought him at first - didn't they all - but now, he was convinced, she was as besotted as he was.
Goody Two-Shoes
She was not a goody two-shoes. She'd done lots of wild things! She'd fought monsters! She's been a high school teacher - she gave Cordelia detention! She'd dated a musician!
She'd show him. She tied the mini-trenchcoat she'd borrowed from Buffy around her waist. She'd show him a goody two-shoes!
She made her way to the graveyard, water gun in hand, just in case she ran into any stray vampires. She'd wanted to do this for the longest time - wanted to show him how bad she could be. It took the anger from his remark to spur her to action. When she saw the surprise - and the lust - on his face, she decided she'd have to get him to make her angry more often.
I Am Telling You That I'm Not Going
He thought she was too good for him, did he? That she wasn't capable of loving a vampire.
He'd changed in the years she'd known him. The chip didn't make any difference anymore, she knew that. He fought not just for the violence, but because he knew what was right.
She wasn't going to let him toss her away. He was the best man she knew, even if that man came in a vampire's body. She was going to force him to keep loving her - no matter what it took. She wasn't going to live without him. And he wasn't going to unlive without her.
She walked into the crypt.
"I'm not going anywhere, Spike. I love you and you love me and you're stuck with me. Forever."
Magic Carpet Ride
She rode him with abandon. This was the one place she could be herself. She didn't have to pretend to be shy or meek or just a brain. She could scream and yell and make love like it was their last night on earth. He welcomed all the parts of her, even the ones that were dark - the ones deep inside.
He'd turned the music up loud - Steppenwolf - and told her to go wild tonight. And she did. She took the lead, tied him down and blindfolded him and climbed on for the ride of her life - and of his. She screamed as she came - and then laughed.
She could be herself her - and herself, she was discovering, was a person more sensual than she would have ever guessed.
Queen of the Winter Night
She'd called to him on this dark and cloud-filled night. It was the Winter Solstice and he'd heard her cry without her even making a sound. She was beautiful, here in the darkness of her backyard, performing her annual ritual skyclad with all the world at her beck and call. He couldn't resist her - not that he'd tried.
He didn't know how this ritual usually ended, but tonight it would end in a symphony of carnal pleasure.
Wild Night
She stood before the mirror disbelieving what she was seeing. She saw a woman who looked passionate and self-assured. A woman about to make love to the man of her dreams. A woman so in love that she didn't care that he was a vampire. Didn't care that he'd killed hundreds, thousands - in the span of his existence. It didn't matter, not now, not anymore.
All that mattered was the way he touched her, the things he said.
She left her room smiling, ready for the wild night ahead.
The End