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Be My Druidess
In response to Tienco's challenge to use the song "Be My Druidess" by Type O Negative in a W/S fic.
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The song was playing when he
turned the key in his ancient DeSoto, the engine purring to life.
He growled, about to change the channel when the words started.
They were haunting, beautiful and they reminded him
whole-heartedly of a certain red haired witch he couldn't keep
off his mind. Spike groaned, leaning back into the seat to listen
to the song pouring from the speakers.
~Now we'll make love by fire light
A blaze so high it lights the night
Long fingernails dug in my skin
Yourself so wet invites me in~
He closed his eyes, picturing what the song was describing. In
the theater of his mind he could see himself, lowering Willow to
the ground next to a blazing bonfire. She was already sky clad,
for the rites which she had performed, a simple garland
decorating her red hair, and he sank into her with ease. He felt
the front of his faded black denims tighten as his arousal grew
with the imagery.
It was just a daydream though, the witch wouldn't have anything
to do with him. She was hopelessly devoted to the blonde witch
and he had started to doubt she even liked 'driving stick'
anymore. He had missed his chance to be with her, missed his
chance to make her his and only his the second those bloody
commandos had put the soddin' chip in his head.
He groaned, opening his eyes again to face the harsh light of
reality. With hardly a thought, the vampire found himself driving
towards the mall. He wanted a copy of that song, to have whenever
he wanted to dream of his witch, something that reminded him
completely of her and the mystery she gave off.
And, if nothing else, something to toss of to when he needed that
little bit of release.
*-*-*-*
Willow stretched out on her bed, listening to the words filtering
through the radio. She felt a warm rush of heat spread through
her lower body as she pictured the words acted out.
~Our lust increased feeds desire
As we combust, yeah we on fire
I feel you shake so deep inside
Ooh scream my name and squeeze me tight~
She sighed, the images she had called forth being not of her
current lover, Tara, but those of the bleached blonde she had
been unable to get out of her mind since one night long ago in an
abandoned factory. Tara wasn't her soul mate, she knew that for a
fact. How *could* she be when the red head had already given her
heart to someone else?
Someone who was utterly oblivious to the affection she showed for
him?
Someone like Spike.
~I'll do anything to make you come~
The last line of the song echoed in the room, making the petite
witch moan aloud. She could picture Spike whispering that to her
as he sunk deep within her hot channels, could picture his cool
hands all over her burning body, and wanted nothing more than to
make it a reality. But she was just a silly human to him. Someone
to kill as soon as he got the chip out.
As the last chords died off, the red head listened for the name
of the song and the artist, pushing herself off the bed to grab
her coat. She wanted, no, *needed*, to get a copy of it.
Something to play when she needed to feel close to the mate of
her heart until the day came when he was able to see and accept
her love.
*If* that day ever came.
*-*-*-*
Spike rifled through the CD rack, trying desperately to remember
the name of the group that sang the song he was looking for. The
name was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't
seem to recall it. "Excuse me?"
The vampire turned at the sound of the familiar voice in the
small store, his eyes going wide as if he'd just been caught
stealing from the cookie jar as a kid. There she was, the object
of his obsession, only a few feet away, chatting with one of the
store's employees.
"Can you tell me where your Type O Negative CDs are?"
Spike grinned slightly, both at the name of the band and for the
fact that that was the name of the group he was trying to
remember. He looked around the crowded store, his eyes lighting
on just the section it should be in, and making his way there
before the red head could. Flipping through the CDs, he chose one
at random, scanning the back for the song he desired. A grin lit
up his face as he saw the name he wanted.
"Spike?" Willow asked, both surprised and
delighted to see the vampire while she was out shopping. Any
chance to see him was a good thing, in her mind.
"Pet," the vampire nodded, a slight smile forming at
the corner of his mouth. "What brings you here?" He
held the CD against his chest, remembering that she was in the
store looking for something by the same group. {Could the chit
want the same song?} he thought. {Nah. Probably wants some bloody
little dance tune she can listen to with the rest of those morons
she calls friends.}
"Just looking for a song," the red head leaned past the
vampire, brushing against his body in a way she hoped was
seductive but not obvious as she flipped through the Type O
Negative CDs. She glanced at the back of one, finding the song
she wanted and turned to the blonde, her eyes shining with
happiness. "Found it. 'Be My Druidess'. It's a lovely
song."
"Right," Spike whispered, his brain reeling from both
her casual touches and the knowledge of what she was there to
get. What were the chances she'd be in the store looking for the
exact same song he wanted? "What do you like about
that song, pet?"
Willow blushed, her mouth going dry as she tried to think up
something, anything to say to the living embodiment of her crush.
"It reminds me of someone." she finally managed to
whisper, partial truth seeming better than making up a lie. She
sighed, whispering in a voice her subconscious hoped he could
hear, "It reminds me of you."
The vampire nearly dropped the CD he was holding. Had the witch
really just said what he thought she had said? It was obvious she
didn't really mean for him to hear it, the words had been much
too softly spoken for that. His undead heart ached to
confront her on what she had said, longed to finally make the
witch his. That might scare her, though, to know he had heard
something so obviously private.
So he did the next best thing.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he grinned, the
expression looking so much like one of Xander's goofy grins the
red head had to laugh. Holding up his CD his face took on a whole
new look, one of utter seriousness. "The song reminds me of
you." He reached out a hand to brush her hair back behind
her ear.
Willow shivered as his cool fingers rubbed over her face, his
words sinking in slowly. The song reminded him of her? Then, in a
movement so quick she couldn't see it, he was behind her, hips
lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispered, "Be my
druidess, Red?"
The red head nodded, her eyes glassy with desire. She turned to
look at him, her heart suddenly uncertain. "Is this a trick?
Because I would never forgive you if it was. Not after how long
I've wanted you, how long I've desired to be with you and only
you." She shut her mouth suddenly, realizing she had said
too much, babbled too long.
"I promise, luv," his eyes sparkled with lust as they
traveled over her body and again he leaned down to whisper in her
ear. "Lets get out of here. I want to do anything, and
everything, to make you cum."
Willow tossed her CD back in the rack, hearing Spike's land
beside it with a sharp clank. She wouldn't need that to give her
sweet dreams about her dream lover anymore. He had just made them
all reality.
