High School Confidential [rated AO] 3/4 HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL by purplefeen Spike/Willow rating: MA Summary: Good girl Willow Rosenberg is pursued by bad boy William "Spike" Pratt. 25301 words
Angel woke Spike a little after noon the next day.
"Come on, sleepy head, out of bed."
"What the fuck?" was grumbled from beneath the blankets.
Angel sat down on the side of the bed and pulled the covers off Spike's head.
"Get up; if I have to do this, it's only fair that you have to go too."
Spike opened one eye and glared at Angel.
"Shopping, Will. The girls are going shopping. And I have to drive them."
"And what the bloody fuck does that have to do with me?" he asked sleepily, pulling the covers back up.
"Willow, remember her? She's going shopping. Trying on clothes, taking them off, putting others..."
He didn't have to finish, Spike jumped out of bed and ran for the shower.
An hour later, they pulled up in front of the Rosenberg house. Buffy moved to get out, going to get Willow, but Spike jumped out of the back of Angel's convertible first.
Mr. Rosenberg answered the door and Spike had the unfortunate-timed memory of fingering his daughter the night before.
He pulled at the collar of his tee shirt. "Afternoon, um, Mr. Rosenberg. Is Willow here? Buffy and she are, uh, going shopping and I-"
Willow's father was pulled out of the doorway and replaced by a blushing Willow.
"Hi," she said shyly, not even looking up at him.
Spike put his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to his. "You're more beautiful today than you were yesterday. I was afraid you'd be hung over."
Willow shook her head and came outside. Spike took her hand and led her out to Angel's car, where Buffy pulled the seat up and let Willow into the back seat. Spike just climbed in over the side.
Angel sped away and Buffy turned on the radio and Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers began singing 'Goody Goody' as Spike turned to Willow. He moved in closer to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"How are you feeling t'day, Luv? Glad to see there weren't any ill effects."
Willow grinned. "I'm used to Mrs. Summers' rum cake. Buffy's been spiking it since she was old enough to open the liquor cabinet."
Spike laughed. "Clever friends you've got there."
"I like them."
Spike suddenly couldn't meet her eyes. "So, um, do you remember anything... about last night?"
Willow blushed to the roots of her hair. "You mean when I threw myself at you and you were an almost perfect gentleman?"
Spike scoffed. "Luv, I failed you. I tried so hard but you looked so beautiful and you kept whispering lovely things in my ear and I lost control. I'm sorry."
Willow leaned in close and whispered, "You mean forgive you for making me feel so good while you completely ignored your own... urges? And you didn't even look. You were so sweet, Spike."
"You, you didn't think I was too forward? Too soon?"
Willow chuckled. "Yes, I think you were very forward. But considering what I was begging you to do in my inebriated state, you were wonderfully restrained. And yes, it's very soon in our relationship. But considering I've been dreaming about you since that day in the museum, I think we've waited long enough. I mean, two years! That's long enough for anybody!"
Spike laughed and kissed her cheek, "Luv, you are the most wonderful creature. You amaze me."
Willow, who couldn't believe she was being this forward, winked at him. "Maybe, if you're good, I'll amaze you again tonight."
Spike was the best behaved boyfriend in the history of shopping. When Angel finally asked him pointed questions about why he was being such a whipped prat, Spike countered with "Willow doesn't hate me for last night." That was all he was going to say, even to his best friend.
Spike picked her up in his Uncle's old Hudson later that evening and Willow told her parents they were going for a drive.
They went to Pop's, where Spike ordered a burger, fries, milkshake and a piece of pie. Willow, although she had ordered a cheeseburger and a vanilla coke with peanuts, mainly just picked at Spike's fries.
Xander and Cordy met up with them and Xander was more than happy to finish Willow's meal for her. Cordy dragged Willow to the powder room and asked for all the details of last night and asked her what was up with her tonight, she was acting like a twitchy little girl.
Willow pulled her into one of the stalls and bypassed the issue of last night by asking, "Cordy, I know I'm going to sound like a big old tramp asking this, and, really, you don't have to answer me if you don't want to, but..." she hesitated and Cordy rolled her eyes and made a 'get on with it' gesture with her hand.
"Have you and Xander ever made love?"
"Yeah, lots of times. So?" One of the things Willow both loved and dreaded about Cordy was that she wasn't afraid to say her mind. This was one of those 'loved' times.
"And?"
"And what?"
"You liked it?"
Cordy blushed (something Willow never thought she'd see) and smiled a very sexy smile. "Yes, ma'am."
Willow giggled.
"So, you are Spike are at that point already?"
"Oh, no!" Willow hastened to add. "It's just..." her face got that pretty pink blush again. "It's - I can't explain it. Every time I'm with Spike it's like... I don't know. I feel like I'm on fire and I can't sit still and I get all sweaty and..."
"Cream your panties?" Cordy asked with a grin.
"Yeah," Willow admitted. "It's just... I feel like this has been on hold for two years and now that I'm finally with him I can't seem to stop myself. But he keeps-"
"Hold on just a minute," Cordy said, interrupting. "Two years?"
Willow nodded. "A couple of years ago, our biology class went to the museum of natural history. And when I went to the ladies room, Spike, he, um, he kissed me. I mean, we got interrupted so it wasn't much of a kiss but still-"
"You let a hot number like Spike get away? Oh, you naughty girl, you've been holding out on us! I remember that now! Me and Buffy wondered what was wrong with you. For days afterward, you sulked and wouldn't talk to anyone and then that loser, Oz, asked you out and you threw yourself into that relationship and he was so-o-o-o wrong for you! He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, that's what he was!"
Willow's eyes teared up and she started to cry. Cordelia, not used to consoling anyone, awkwardly put her arms around Willow and asked what was wrong.
"Oh, Cordy, he... he... he..."
"I'm getting the feeling that he did something," Cordy said in exasperation and Willow giggled.
Willow wiped her eyes. "The night before he broke up with me, he took me to - and we - or rather, he -"
"He raped you?" Cordy all but screamed. Luckily there was no one else in the ladies room.
"No! Oh, no. He just - he wanted to, but I didn't - and he - well, I like making out - and he said it was just making out only more so, but - I don't think I'm very good at, you know - I mean, I don't think my body's made to - because it hurt, it really did - and I wanted him to stop but he told me guys can't stop. That once they get started, they have to finish or they'll have a heart attack from all the pressure. But - I'm not good, or, or something and Oz said I was frigid, and the next day he dumped me for Abigail Veruca. But then Spike kissed me in Mr. Harris' sociology room and so-"
She stopped the babble because Cordy was laughing. Bend over, hold your stomach belly laughing.
Willow opened the stall and stormed out.
"No! Willow, wait!" Cordy had to slap herself in the face to stop herself from laughing. In the one decent thing Cordy ever did for anyone else in her life, she gave Willow a quick hug and said, "Honey, he gave you the oldest line in the book. First off, a guy can stop at any time. I've made Xander stop enough times, just to keep him in line, so I know what I'm talking about. They may get grumpy, but they're perfectly healthy. A guy who doesn't know what he's doing - or doesn't care - he gets his rocks off but the girl gets nothing. And then the dingleberry blames the girl. It wasn't you, Willow," she ran a hand down Willow's hair and straightened it, "It was Oz. He's a jerk and a loser and you should completely ignore everything he ever told you."
"He told me that he loved me," Willow confessed in a whisper, "that last night."
"He was just trying to get under your skirt!"
"Spike told me that he loves me," she confessed again, just as softly.
Cordy looked shocked. "Last night?" she asked in a growl, "When he was trying to get in your panties on the beach?"
"Oh, no. The other day when he took me home after I hit my head. He made me lunch and danced with me and told me that he's loved me for three years. He saw me help Jonathan when he-"
"Fell out of the tree," Cordy finished, finally understanding. And discovering a new respect for Spike.
"Yeah, that time. And he's been, it's kind of creepy, but he's been watching me. Watching all of us. He says he knows me. And that he loves me. Isn't that a little-"
Cordy smiled. "Sweet. Very sweet. I'll hand it to him; he's showing depth I didn't think possible in a greaser." She looked Willow in the eyes, "Do you trust Angel?"
"Of course."
"Me too. And Angel says Spike's been his best friend forever. I don't think Angel would be friends with someone creepy, do you?"
"Of course not."
"Then I say to hold on to him. Give him a chance. If he truly loves you, and with the way you respond to him - like you've never felt with anyone else, he just may be the one. Come on."
Cordy led them back to the table and Willow continued to eat Spike's fries - he had ordered more food because Xander ate everything on the table - but now, she had a smile on her face as she dipped them in ketchup.
After Cordy finished her cherry Coke, she asked Xander to go out to the car and find her lipstick. Then she asked Willow to go with him because boys were notoriously terrible at finding things. Willow and Xander went without question. Spike arched an eyebrow at Cordelia.
"Pet, you could have gone and got that yourself."
"I know," Cordy answered before rounding on him and sticking an accusing finger in his face. Her voice was low and menacing.
"Listen to me, you greaser. I had my doubts about you but Willow seems to like you so I guess you'll do. But you had better listen up and listen well. Daniel Osbourne was a loser and a liar and he messed with her head, messed it up good. And if you ever so much as think of doing one little thing that will confuse or hurt Willow, I will personally come after you with the machete my daddy keeps in the garage and I will hack you into bits so small even your dentist won't be able to identify the body."
Willow walked up just then and handed Cordy her lipstick.
"Thanks," Cordy said cheerfully, "Come with me to put it on?"
Willow grabbed her purse and followed Cordelia to the ladies room.
Spike sat with his mouth hanging open. He didn't have to explain, Xander understood.
"Whatever she said, she meant it," he informed Spike. "I have learned that Cordelia Chase never says anything she doesn't mean."
Spike shook his head to clear it. He picked up Willow's Coke and took a sip. "That's one scary girlfriend you got there, mate."
Xander smiled. "Don't I know it? I love feisty women."
Spike laughed.
Spike slowed at the end of Sunset Point then turned left. He followed a dirt road through some trees and over to a secluded spot overlooking Sunnydale.
Willow looked around nervously, "Um, but everybody else is back there," she said, pointing to the spot where they had turned.
"I don't want to be where everyone else is," Spike told her, "I want to be where you are. And have you all to myself with no worries about someone peeking in the windows."
Willow smiled, "Oh, when you put it that way..." She scooted over closer to Spike and waited for him to kiss her.
Spike didn't disappoint. He licked his lips as he moved his face closer to hers. He didn't close his eyes because he loved looking in hers. Brilliant, sparkling green like emeralds and her goodness shined out of them. So sweet. And innocent. And trusting.
His lips touched hers and all his will to be gentle with her flew out the window. He always had such high ideals about her and how he should behave around her that sounded wonderful in theory but never quite worked out in practice. This gentle and tender girl that he'd fallen in love with so long ago. Held in such high regard. Admired, worshipped, and put on a pedestal. He'd seen her with her former boyfriend. Always shy, always mannerly and ladylike. He'd even watched them at the drive-in. She was the essence of feminine virtue.
But the moment any inch of his skin came in contact with her, fire raced through his belly and electricity passed from her to him. She was like a magnet. When they got close, she pulled him in and wouldn't let go.
Her hands were on his chest and she was on her knees on the seat, leaning in to him. She was wearing these tight Capri pants that showed off every curve and his hands couldn't help admiring those curves for themselves.
Her arms went around his neck and he almost died when his shy little Willow took control of the kiss away from him. She sighed and arched her back and pushed on his shoulders, making him slide down in the seat. Then his bold, beautiful girl spread herself out on top of him and ground herself down into -
"Willow, stop!" he broke away to tell her. She raised her head and lust fogged eyes looked down at him. "You don't have to do this, baby, really. If you just want to - if you don't want to do - it's all right, I don't want to make you-"
She just smiled indulgently at him and lowered her face to his neck. When she opened her mouth and sucked in the skin she found there, he raised his hips and ground up into her. His feet hit the other door, giving him better leverage and her legs slipped between his bent ones.
His hands moved to her bottom and pushed her down harder against his erection. She bit his neck. Her hands snuck in under his tee shirt and warmed his skin as they traveled up over his belly to his chest. Her fingernails raked down his chest and she noticed that he growled when she touched his nipple. So she did it again.
Then she rubbed teasing circles around and around and his breath got heavier and more ragged and his hips down there were rubbing her in almost the right way but not quite.
Spike felt her trying to get herself off and, with more will than he thought he possessed, he pushed her up and off of him. Before she had a chance to protest, he pulled her to the roomier back seat and had her on her back. He lay down on her this time and kissed her again.
He worked his way from her mouth to her ear where he whispered to her how beautiful she was and how enchanting. That her skin tasted sweet and salty and he'd be happy licking her forever.
He moved his kisses down to her neck and his fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. Before he had even unhooked her bra, his mouth was suckling her. He pulled one bra cup down so he could taste her as he finished unhooking it. He pulled it loose but she had to pull it off and drop it to the floor because he was too preoccupied sucking her to distraction.
"Oh, God, Spike, I never knew - that feels - oh, yeah, don't stop that, okay?" Her back arched up, pushing her closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist and moved to the other breast.
She was shaking now, so out of control and Spike slipped a hand down between them and pressed the heel of his hand into her clit, pushing it hard against her pubic bone. Rocked his hand against her.
Willow stretched and held her legs tightly together, holding his hand in place.
Spike was in heaven. He had the girl of his dreams in his arms, in his mouth, in his hands and she was moaning and twitching and screaming his name as she came. Her second ever orgasm. And he had given her both of them.
Her stopped and just held her as she came down.
"Mmmm," she sighed.
"Mm hmm," Spike agreed.
He shifted his weight and Willow felt his length hard against her thigh.
"Spike?"
"Yes, Luv?"
"Um, do you - uh, do you have to-?"
Spike smiled against her hair. "I can wait."
"Wait for what?"
Spike thought. How do you tell the woman you love that you're going to go home and wank off? Or is that something you'd be better keeping to yourself?
She took the decision out of his hands but reaching down and rubbing her hand against his zipper. As much as it broke his heart to do it, he pulled away from her touch.
"Don't, Luv. Please?"
Willow pulled her hand back and asked in a tiny voice, "Did I do it wrong?"
He chuckled and she sat up to look him in the eyes. Thereby sitting on the turgid object in question. He groaned, she smirked.
He sat up and put her on the seat next to him.
"Willow, do you love me?" he asked.
"What?" she asked, a little alarmed, "I mean, it's only been - and we don't - I mean, so far," she was blushing, "and I think I could - I'm sorry. I just don't know."
Spike smiled and took hold of her hands. Mainly to keep his own hands from touching anything that was desperately seeking his attention.
"It's all right, Luv. I didn't expect you to. But I... I don't want you to..." he couldn't think of a nicer way to put it, "dirty yourself with me until yer sure I'm the one."
"But you," she countered, "dirty - um, dirty yourself with me."
He grinned, "With you, Luv, nothing is ever dirty. Everything with you is beauty and love and reverence. You, my love, are my goddess and I am merely worshipping at your alter."
She smiled wistfully, "You make it sound so... romantic."
"It is romantic."
Willow giggled, "And here I thought it was hot and sweaty heavy petting in the back of a car."
Spike waited until she stopped laughing. "Not when it's me and you, Willow. When you let me touch you, it's magic."
"Oh, isn't she lovely!" Mrs. O'Connor gushed to Spike. "You've been talking about her for so many years, I was beginning to think she was a ghost!" The slightly chubby woman with a thick Brooklyn accent turned to her only son. "And you! Where's Buffy? Why is she never here for our Sunday dinners?"
"She coming today, Mom," Angel told her, slightly ashamed. "And you know why she couldn't before." He inclined his head toward Spike.
"Psshaw! You and your secrets! You're ridiculous the two of you. You're not just friends, you're brothers, practically joined at the hip! And ashamed to tell anyone!" she huffed. "Which reminds me, your father's lousy brother Chester was telling Grandma over the phone again that you and he are... you know - queer," she whispered. "Will you please go introduce Buffy to her when she gets here so the old bitty will stop worrying!"
Angel and Spike both looked down and turned red.
"Mrs. O'Connor?" Willow interrupted.
"Yes, sweetheart?," The woman answered with a big smile.
"Well, I can't speak for Angel, but I can assure you that uh, Will definitely isn't, uh... one of those."
Mrs. O'Connor smiled then sent a scalding glare at her son. "See? And where is your girlfriend on the one day a week when your grandmother comes to visit?!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door and Angel went running, praying it was his perpetually late girlfriend.
Dinner was delicious and fun. Angel had a large extended family that liked to debate everything. Even the color of Grandma's hair. Willow and Angel had been on the side rooting for 'periwinkle', while Buffy and Spike were on the opposing 'dove gray' side.
"Maybe I picked the wrong boyfriend," Buffy kidded to Willow.
Only to have Spike chime in with, "Only in your dreams, Blondie."
"Look who's talking!" Buffy countered. And on it went. Willow and Angel sat and talked about all kinds of things, but mostly about Angel and Will's friendship. When Angel had told all the secrets he was willing to reveal, they decided that Spike and Buffy had mastered the art of vicious conversation and broke it up.
Spike dragged Willow down to the basement then to kiss her senseless and see how much of her he could decipher through the yards of crinolines she wore. Willow was worried they'd be missed, but Spike assured her that the relatives would either be snoring or arguing and now was about the time he and Angel usually snuck off to Angel's bedroom anyway. Which is probably where Angel and Buffy were.
Visions of Spike and Angel "sneaking off" made Willow laugh and ask if there was anything to Uncle Chester's accusation. Spike just smiled, "Tell ya what, Luv. Angel and I will show you ours if you and Buffy show us yours."
Willow was aghast! "Buffy and I have never!"
"Angel and I have never either!" Spike said with a smirk, "But its fun to keep the old farts guessing."
A short while later, they were on their way to take the girls home in Angel's car. Willow and Buffy were curled up together in the back, practically asleep.
Spike noticed that Angel couldn't stop glancing in the rear view mirror and smiling. "Yeah, I've had that fantasy too, mate. Ain't gonna happen," he said quietly.
"Unless you show us yours first," Buffy murmured in her sleep.
Monday brought with it the panic of midterm exams and it was decided that the gang would meet at Buffy's, as they always did, to study. Willow invited Spike to join them.
"Um, no."
"What?" she said, thinking she had heard wrong.
"It's not that I don't like your friends, Luv-" he broke off, not knowing what to say. "Okay, it is that I don't like your friends."
"Spike," she scoffed, "You do too! You and Cordy laugh at all the same dirty jokes, Xander thinks you're the coolest person he's ever met, Angel's your best friend and Buffy-" She was stumped.
"Wait, you mean Peaches shows up for these things?"
"Who?"
"Angel."
Willow started laughing and couldn't stop. "You - you - you call him-" she fell off her seat at the lunch table.
Spike looked around, hoping no one saw, but of course everyone did. He helped her up and whispered, "Shh, I didn't mean to say that. It's a nickname. Only use it when I'm pullin' 'is chain. S'what his mum called 'im when he was a baby. And when she wants him to take out the trash." He grinned.
"Okay, I won't tell Angel you told me his nickname if you come to the study session tonight."
He thought about it. Studying with the Preps.
"No, thanks, I'll chance it."
"Fine," she said. "Then I'll come to your house and we'll study there."
Spike leered, "Uncle Rupes is working tonight. I can't wait."
Willow gave him a very prim and proper look. "Oh. Well, since studying is very important, I guess I'll bring my father along to act as chaperone."
Spike sighed and banged his head against the table. Once. Twice. Again.
"What time should I be at Buffy's house?"
Willow smiled.
"Just don't tell the guys, all right?" he said, looking nervously around.
It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. And that scared him.
He got to meet Buffy's mum and he thanked her for the food for the picnic. Xander spent more time cracking jokes than studying, some of them were even funny.
Cordelia, oddly enough, or maybe not now that he thought about her personality, took the lead and assigned everyone their section to study and summarize for the rest of the group. He spent almost no time at all on his. Cordy obviously thought he was substandard because she assigned him a long, very boring chapter in the history text.
He spent his time studying them instead.
Not so bad, not nearly as bad as he'd expected. Yes, they'd had fun together at the beach, but he didn't expect them to be serious students or companionable friends. Guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
He knew being with Willow would mean he would have to let go of some of his ways. He still worked on cars, but he spent more time washing up afterward, being careful to get the grease out from under his fingernails. He could also be more open about his intelligence with her, something he tended to underplay with the guys from the shop. Most of them were there to study for a career, not because they were coming into money on their twenty-first birthday and had plans to buy every car they'd ever dreamt about. His first would be a 1955 Porsche Spyder just like James Dean's.
He wanted to go to university. Planned for it, studied for it, but not too hard. He didn't really have to. Something went into his noggin, it tended to stay. Uncle Rupert was getting the bankers to release the funds for him to go and live pretty comfortably. He hadn't decided what he wanted to study yet, but he was leaning toward engineering. He liked taking things apart, finding out how they worked; how to improve them, make them better, faster.
What did Willow want to do? Very few women went to university and even fewer graduated, tending to drop out when they'd snared a husband. But he didn't see that for Willow. She was the type to have plans, ambitions. Her father was a lawyer, her mother, a psychiatrist. She'd probably never been told that she should aim for a wealthy husband and a house full of rugrats. He had to remember to ask her what she wanted to be.
"Everyone ready?" Cordelia asked, when the allotted time was up.
"Okay, Spike, you first," she said, a glint in her eye. He knew she expected him to stammer and fuss, and try to explain material he really didn't understand.
"At the close of the 19th century, the United States cooperated with Great Britain, France, Russia, Italy, Germany, Austria, and Japan in order to defeat the I Ho Ch'uan, a Chinese secret society that had besieged Westerners and Chinese Christians in Beijing.
"The I Ho Ch'uan, (righteous, harmonious fists), also known as the Boxers, gained power in China due to increasing resentment..."
They all sat in stunned silence as he related the significant facts of the text, and some facts the text left out. He loved showing off.
"...But the political decentralization of the late Qing period was made worse during the Boxer Uprising. The independence of some provinces in nineteen hundred to nineteen oh one clearly showed that Peking's control over the country at large was weak. In such circumstances, it was unlikely that the reform efforts after nineteen oh one would succeed."
He stopped and put down his pencil. No one said anything.
Until Willow stood and asked the group to excuse her and Spike. She led him out the front door and around to the side of the house away from the dining room where her friends were studying.
"Oh my God, Spike, that was just-" She jumped into his arms and kissed him. He kissed her back.
"Thought your boy was just skimming by? Didn't know I had the brains to back up m' brawn?"
"Yes! No! I don't know! I just - You knew it, you knew it so well like you'd actually been there!"
Spike just smiled indulgently and she went back to kissing him, moving across his cheek and down to his neck.
When they went back in, no one missed the brand new hickey forming on Spike's neck.
The rest of the week passed much the same way. Spike made sure to hang with the Greasers at Pop's after school; he didn't want them to think he was deserting them for a girl. That and he needed the earthiness of his friends to counteract the sugar-shock he was getting every night from Willow and her friends. It seemed that now that he'd proven himself in the brains department, he was an honorary member.
Cordelia was even making eyes at him when Xander wasn't looking. Angel assured him it was nothing serious; she did that with everyone. Spike wasn't so sure. He decided to give her a very wide berth.
Thursday and Friday the exams were given and more of the heavy tension of the week dissolved away as each midterm faded into history. It seemed as if the entire senior class was in Pop's on Friday afternoon.
"I think we should celebrate!" Buffy announced. Everyone agreed except for Willow who wasn't paying any mind to the occupants of her own table.
"Be right back, guys," she said absently, before walking over to the Greasers table and straddling Spike's lap, her voluminous skirts covering his jeans and some of the table.
"I missed you," she told his smiling face before descending and taking his mouth in a kiss that made most of the Greasers blush. Then she got up walked back to her table.
His friends cracked up when Spike was so flustered he couldn't remember what he'd been talking about.
They teased him some more before leaving to go to their jobs.
He wandered over to Willow's table and made her stand so he could sit in her chair and pull her into his lap.
"How come you never do that to me?" Cordy asked Xander, pointing at Spike and Willow.
Xander looked shocked. "Do you want me to?"
Cordy stood and placed herself on Xander's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. It didn't work. She stood again, told him to stand as well, sat in his chair and pulled him onto her lap.
"That's better!" she declared. Everybody laughed as he jumped up and glared at her.
"What?" she asked, laughing.
Xander stormed out without saying a word.
Cordy harrumphed and grabbed her purse. "I'd better go find him and soothe his fragile male ego."
They watched her leave and pitied poor Xander.
"Movies?" Buffy asked.
"Sure," Willow said, then looked at Spike, "I mean, if its okay with Spike?"
Spike didn't want to go to the movies. He wanted to take Willow somewhere and... talk some more. But Angel was smirking at him like he knew what Spike was going to say, so instead Spike replied, "How 'bout Bridge on the River Kwai?"
"Uh uh," Buffy told him, shaking her head, "Peyton Place."
The problem was, Willow had said, "Sayonara" at the same time as Buffy and Angel called, "Witness for the Prosecution."
They all laughed.
"Great," Buffy said, "Somebody has to give and break the four way tie."
They all looked at each other. Spike looked at Angel, hoping his best friend would give in. Buffy looked at Willow for the same reason. Spike looked at Buffy thinking that there was no way he was going to let that opinionated autocrat win. So he sighed and said, "Marlon Brando, he's cool. The Wild One, right? How bad could it be if Brando's in it?"
"Famous last words," Angel muttered to himself.
Sayonara it was then.
Buffy and Willow were crying, Angel was complaining that Lloyd had been a sap and Spike was inwardly cursing Brando for selling out.
'Who can we turn to now that James Dean's dead?'
Buffy didn't want to go home just yet so Angel drove them all up to Sunset Point. When Angel started to park, Willow was about to tell him about the dirt road, but Spike pulled her back and put a finger to his lips.
"Ssh, Luv. Our secret." He whispered. "Don't want them being there when we go, do we?"
She blushed and shook her head in acknowledgement of his sound judgment.
Both Buffy and Willow were nervous about doing anything, even kissing, with the others right there in the car, but Spike and Angel's soft words and even softer touches soon changed their minds and Buffy was on her back in the front seat while Willow was similarly engaged in the back.
Willow tried really hard to be absolutely quiet but soft sighs and whimpers were coming from the front that were very distracting.
"Spike, I can't," Willow told him when he tried to put more than just his hand under her sweater. "What if they hear us?"
Spike held a finger to his lips again and helped her to sit up. He leaned her forward just a little and she didn't want to look but -
Buffy's shirt was unbuttoned and her bra was pulled up and Angel was peppering kisses across her chest while she moaned with her eyes closed and her hand was in his-
Spike put a hand across her mouth before she could gasp.
He pulled her back and lay her down across the seat. He moved close to her ear and whispered, "It's okay, baby. I won't do anything yer not comfortable with. But I wouldn't worry about those two hearing anything for a while."
She didn't seem to feel better about it, in fact she looked even more upset. Spike moved to a sitting position, pulling her up to straddle his lap. Fortunately tonight, she was wearing a pencil skirt that had be lifted way up on her hips in order to achieve the position.
Letting Spike get his fill of those legs that peeked out below her long skirts.
He looked at her and licked his anxious lips. She bit into her bottom one.
As his hands found her ankles, she lowered her head for a kiss. Like all their kisses, no matter how innocently intended, the chemistry between them sparked and his mouth parted hers. He pushed up into her, getting closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue entered her and traced the ridges on the roof of her mouth. Lips and teeth mashed, her hands came to his face, pulling him in impossibly closer.
As his hands found their way up her legs to her soft round bottom, he pulled her in tight against him, both desperate for the contact that brought. Her center ground against him and she rocked, finally finding what it was she needed. Tongues dueled as she felt him harden under her. If she could only find the courage to...
Her hand moved to his waist, but his was already there and beat her to it. He moved her wandering hand to around his shoulders and then reached down to feel her heat and her wetness. He moved her knickers out of the way and slid a finger inside her and opened his mouth wider to absorb her moan. His thumb circled her clit and she melted against his chest.
Another finger and she was bouncing harder now, pumping herself on his hand and his crotch and he sent another one of those mental thank you's skyward for bringing this girl to him.
He was beginning to think he might have voyeuristic fantasies because he was about to come in his jeans and here they were out where practically anyone could see them. Anyone not doing the same thing they were doing, that is.
He felt her inner muscles tighten around his fingers and he thought about those muscles tightening around his dick and they both came together. When he could focus again, he removed his hand from her pussy and licked his fingers clean. She watched him in fascination and he offered his thumb for her to taste, but she looked shocked and shook her head no.
So instead, he licked his thumb clean but didn't swallow. Then moved in for a kiss and she tasted herself on his tongue. She moaned and deepened the kiss.
He heard Buffy and Angel start to sit up so he lay her back down on the backseat and wrapped her up in his coat. He leaned down and whispered for her to be quiet. He sat up and told Angel and Buffy that Willow was asleep. Angel adjusted his clothes and headed for home.
Spike lay down on the seat in front of Willow and took her in his arms.
"I didn't think you'd want to have to face them right now. This will get you out of any embarrassing questions."
Willow looked teary.
"What's wrong, Luv?"
Maybe she wanted to talk to Buffy, maybe that's what girls did after.
"I love you."
He gaped at her.
Her hand moved up and cupped his cheek, "I love you, Spike. I just wanted you to know."
"Because of tonight?" he asked, just be sure. Sometimes girls said the stupidest things after they came.
"Because of tonight and last night and every day and night before that. Because you're you."
He held her tighter. "God, baby, I love you too."
"I know," she sighed before closing her eyes and snuggling into his chest for the ride home.
After they dropped the girls off, Angel headed back to their neighborhood.
"So?" he asked.
"Do I ask you what you do with Blondie?" Spike countered.
"No, but then we've never double dated before."
"True," Spike said. That's all he said.
"So?" Angel asked again, more vehemently.
Spike smirked. "She loves me."
"YES!" Angel yelled, scaring quite a few nearby dogs and making them howl.