Night Meets Day
TITLE: Night Meets Day (Part Two of the Night and Day Series)
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: W/S
RATING: R
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.geocities.com/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Hmm. . .anything after season four.
SUMMARY: Spike finds out about Willow's. . .other personality
NOTES: Well, you guys wanted a series to Queen of the Night. . .
DEDICATION: To Jinni. Yep. Jinni. She's coolie. To everyone who *loved* Queen of the Night
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Spike settled in Giles' recliner, watching Willow across the room with hooded eyes. He didn't want to look like he was watching the girl, didn't want the rest of the group to know what had happened between the two of them only a week before.
She was sitting on the couch, talking animatedly with Buffy, sharing the week she had while the Slayer was gone. "Oh, goddess, Buffy, it was dead slow. I mean, *dead*. Not even Spike dead," she said, motioning to the vampire, "but dead dead."
"So what did you do every night?" Buffy asked curiously.
Willow sat back with a slump, looking down at the hem of her bulky sweater, twisting it in her hands. "Nothing really. Caught up on my reading. . .hacked a few sites. . ." She leaned forward, her face lighting up. "Oh, oh, I did something *really* cool!"
Spike leaned forward, waiting to see how she would explain her night of seducing him in his crypt then leaving him high and dry.
"What?" Buffy asked, laughing. "Did you meet someone?"
Willow blushed. "Meet someone?" she asked softly. "Me? Goddess no. I came over here and me and Giles worked on some spells! It was *so* cool, Buffy! I did such cool things! I can make this ball of light now, and it explodes and turns into confetti. . ." She giggled. "It was really a good week. I did lots of things I always wanted to do, you know, cause I had the whole week to do nothing. So I had a good time." She glanced up, her emerald eyes catching Spike's. She smirked slightly, then her face went back to the soft lines of the Willow Spike was used to.
He blinked, completely shocked at her entire personality change. He sat back and tried to figure out what was going through the redhead's mind, when a sound pulled him away from any serious thinking. He turned his head, seeing Xander and Anya walk in.
Willow jumped up happily, rushing around the couch. She threw herself in Xander's arms, hugging him tightly. Anya rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen. Buffy chuckled at Willow's exuberance, glad that the two were finally friends again. They'd done well over the summer, making up for lost time in their friendship. She followed Anya into the kitchen.
Willow pulled back slightly, smiling up at Xander. She looked down, fiddling with his collar. "Missed you this week," she purred.
He smiled slightly. "Yea, I know, Kitten, but I had to do the Anya-sex thing. She wanted the week away and wouldn't stop asking until I finally did it." He blinked slightly and turned his head, meeting Spike's wide blue eyes. He tightened his grip on Willow's waist and lowered his voice, not realizing that the vampire could still hear him. "Willow, Spike's watching us."
"Yea, I know," she giggled slightly, her voice equally as low. "He caught me at the Bronze Wednesday."
"Oh god!" Xander exclaimed loudly. He slapped his hand over his mouth and looked around, then relaxed slightly, glad no one was going to rush out of the kitchen and see what was wrong with him. "Wills. . .what did you do?"
Willow shrugged, grinning. "Fucked him."
Xander's eyes widened. "You did *what*?"
"And it was good," she purred, leaning up to run her lips against his cheek. He tightened his grip on her hips, pressing his pelvis into hers.
Spike blinked. < Both of them? God, how close *are* they? >
Xander pulled away, laughing. "Oh, Anya and I made a tape. . ." He grinned, kissing her nose. "Lots of sex, all that stuff. She wanted it. I complied."
Willow ran her fingertips along his neck. "Do you see Anya a lot?"
"Nope. She wanted it focused on me, so when she watched it she could, well, watch me."
Willow leaned up, running her lips on his forehead. Like the kiss on the cheek, it looked innocent, unless you knew the two were quietly flirting with each other. "Gonna let me watch?"
"Of course," he purred. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anya coming around the corner. "I'm *so* glad you had a good week, Wills!" he said, his goofy smile back on his face.
"I did!" she said, pulling out of his arms. "I'm going to have to show you the spell I did. . .it was so neat!"
"Oh, no, not more spells. . ." he frowned.
She rolled her eyes and hit him on the chest. "I practiced with Giles. There was a good adult there, and he made sure that I knew it well enough to not do anything horrible."
"Like have all the demons in Sunnydale want me?" Xander smirked.
Willow stuck her tongue out at him and sat back on the couch. "Hey, Buffy, where is Riley?" she asked.
Xander wrapped his arms around Anya, hugging her tightly. "Yea, where is the Commando type guy today?" the young man asked.
"Oh, he and Graham are off doing best friend things."
Willow glanced up at Xander, an unspoken question on her face. Xander nodded slightly, knowing that no one else in the room had seen him - except for Spike, whom the Scooby Gang had pretty much forgotten was sitting there.
The vampire stood up, wondering what the silent exchange between the two was. "Well, I'm going to go back to the crypt. Get some shut-eye." He glanced at Willow, a smirk on his face. "Red, you should come by. I've got plenty of interesting things there. . .you'd have a grand old time."
"Eww," she shuddered. "Like you'd *ever* find me in that dirty old crypt. There could be nasty things there, like spiders and bugs and stuff."
"If you say so, Red," he said. "I'll see you chits later. . .let me know if anything interesting happens." With that having been said, he turned on his heel and walked out of Giles' house.
END
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