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Upstairs, Downstairs -- by Echo
Rating: PG-13
Description: Spike deals with Willow. Everyone else deals with Willow's little song and dance number, sequel to Outside Influences.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. J.W. does.
Spike threw Willow onto Buffy's bed. She started laughing again. He was sure the slayer had some clothes stashed here somewhere. She couldn't possibly fit them all into her tiny dorm room. If not, he'd be willing to bet Cordelia had packed her entire wardrobe. He went to the closet and pulled out an old T shirt and some sweat pants. He tossed them at her.
"Change." She giggled and started whispering under her breath. Spike suddenly found he couldn't move at all. He was rooted to the spot next to the bed. "Willow." He was growling.
"You're all grrr again. I like it." She got off the bed and walked to the door. She locked it.
"Willow!"
Everyone was sitting in silence. Anya had finally stopped laughing. No one knew what to say. Cordelia looked at all of them, and she was suddenly gripped with the hilarity of the situation. Willow could have died tonight, but instead she was high as a kite, singing about everybody's sex life, and trying to rub or kiss them all and succeeding. The song would have been much funnier if she'd known all the stuff that had gone on in LA this past year, especially when she'd been pregnant with the demon babies or when she'd kissed Angel trying to get rid of her visions. She glanced at Angel and kept seeing the look on his face when Willow ripped his shirt open. She giggled . Everyone turned to her.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just keep seeing Angel's shirt getting ripped open, and the buttons flying across the room like bullets." She broke down into hysterical laughter.
"Cordelia!" Wesley had a shocked look on his face.
"Or her slapping your ass." Her eyes started to tear up.
Anya had been trying so hard not to laugh. She started giggling again. "My favorite part was the look on Spikes' face when she lost her dress in the ally. It was very big bad wolf. He was gonna eat her up - if he didn't die of shock first. It's a good thing vampires can't have heart attacks. I think he forgot we were even there."
Cordelia started laughing harder. "I'm just glad she didn't know about me being pregnant or kissing Angel."
"WHAT?!" Several voices screamed at once.
Willow walked back to Spike on unsteady feet. She stumbled twice and almost fell. He tried to grab for her, but his body wouldn't obey. "What did you do to me?"
"I don't remember." She shoved him, and he fell face-first on the bed. She moved him around until he was propped up on the bed facing the door. Her body kept rubbing up against his, and it was driving him crazy. "I ate a banana once." She giggled. He tried to move, but his body just wouldn't cooperate.
"What are you planning, pet?"
"I have no plans. No plans! Ahaahahahahah!" She spun around and fell to the floor.
"Willow? Willow?"
They had all gone down like dominoes. Well, all of them, but Buffy, Giles, and Angel. Buffy was losing that battle. Seeing Cordelia and Anya laughing and holding on to each other. And Xander rolling back and forth on the floor, holding his stomach was getting to her. Riley had sunk like a stone as soon as Xander hit the carpet. Wesley was trying to be dignified and not laugh - that just made it worse when he did. Even her mother was giggling. Buffy started thinking about Willow's song. It was nothing most of them didn't already know about the others. And her dancing with it. It was pretty funny when it could have turned out really bad. That's when she heard it. It started slow. A low rumble that turned into all out laughter. She looked over to realize Angel was laughing. And with that, she dissolved into her own giggles. Giles just glared at all of them.
"Oh bloody hell." Giles kept glaring. Then the image of Willow swatting Wesley's rear entered his mind, and he couldn't help it. He snickered.
"Willow?
She shot up by the foot of the bed. "Yes, Spike?"
"Whatever in the bloody hell you did to me please undo it."
"Fine." She started whispering and stepping out of her shoes. Then she steeped out of her dress. She never stopped whispering. She put her hands behind her back to undo her bra. Spike felt the feeling come back into his limbs, and he jumped off the bed. She ran to the side to avoid him. Her hands were still on the hooks of her bra.
"Don't, pet."
Her hands dropped to her sides. Her head drooped until her chin rested on her collarbone. "Don't you want me?" Her voice was so quiet.
He walked to her and lifted her face. "More than anything."
She threw herself into his arms. "Then take me."
"Not like this."
"What?"
"There will be having between us, love. Just not tonight. And certainly not in the slayer's old bedroom on her childhood bed."
"Ok." Willow giggled. "Take off your shirt."
Angel looked at everyone as their laughter began to subside. His thoughts turned to upstairs. Spike had been up there for a long time. It hadn't exactly turned out like he planned, but he was fairly sure it was heading for the same results. Spike HAD looked at Willow like he wanted to 'eat her up', and with the drugs in her system taking away her inhibitions, who knew what Willow was up to. Sure, she'd ruined one of his favorite shirts and embarrassed the hell out of him tonight, but if it got her what he knew her heart wanted, it was worth it to him. Besides, she had looked really funny rolling over Riley earlier. The look on the soldier's face when she'd taken him down had been hilarious. Angel started to chuckle again just thinking about it.
"What?"
"Shirt. Off. Now."
"Didn't you hear a bloody word I said?"
"Yes."
"So what's this then?"
"I want to sleep in your clothes. They'll smell like you, you know."
Spike almost ripped the t shirt trying to get it off. She wanted to sleep in his shirt. She wanted to sleep in his shirt because it would smell like him. Spike's mind was reeling as he handed her the black shirt. She unhooked her bra, and it fell away before he could close his eyes. She yanked his shirt over her head, but he could still see her breasts on the backs of his eyelids when he shut them.
"Will you hold me until I fall asleep." She stumbled, and he caught her. "I feel funny, Spike."
"I'll bet." He laid her down on the bed and crawled in next to her. She wrapped her arms around him.
"Fire's hot when it burns." She yawned. "I could stay like this forever." She snuggled closer, rubbing her cheek on his bare chest.
Spike sighed. This was torture. Why did he have to be such a gentleman when it came right down to it? He should just have at it. She probably wouldn't even remember. But that was just it. He wanted her to be able to recall every second he spent on her beautiful little body in vivid detail. He could wait. He knew she'd be worth it. <Fire's hot when it burns.> She'd make him burn. He'd make her scream. It would be bloody unforgettable, if the anticipation didn't kill him.
To be continued…
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