Fantasies
In Writing
Leaning back into her computer chair, Willow
sighed, a small smile on her face as she fanned her heated flesh
with her hands. {When had the room gotten so hot?} she wondered
playfully, knowing that it wasn't the temperature of the room
that had her practically sweating in her seat. She looked at what
she had just typed, checking it for any typos as she took a sip
of her ice water. The erotic scene seemed to play out in her
mind, the words flowing together easily amidst sexual slang her
friends would be surprised to find out she even knew. She felt
her body heat up with desire as the tale's heroine managed to
work the main male character into her bed- again.
"Damn, I'm good." Willow grinned, saving the document
before copying it over into an email. Still smiling, the red head
hit send, posting her little fantasy world for all to see, hoping
they would be generous with their feedback. She always got
nervous posting a new story, there was always the chance that it
would be a total and complete flop- though that had yet to
actually happen. Her ability to write romance and even smut had
amazed her at first, the feedback from her 'fans' propelling her
to write more, basing the stories often on those people in her
life closest to her, though they would never know. Smiling, her
fingers danced over the keys, hitting the commands needed to shut
down the machine in front of her. She needed a shower now, a cold
shower.
This was the only part about her writing that she didn't like-
the feeling of being unfulfilled at the end of the night. She
knew that the scenes she created were nothing but fantasy,
something to occupy her time, but they were also a way for her to
act out her own fantasies. On paper she could be whoever she
wanted to be. She could do whatever, or *whoever* as the case
often was, she wanted. Only in her stories could she take what
she wanted without fear of being scolded, criticized, or laughed
at. And she liked that. It was her escape from the world of being
Buffy's pet hacker, Xander's best friend, or even shy little
mousy Willow.
Glancing at the clock, Willow hurriedly grabbed her clothes.
Spike would be over in less than thirty minutes to escort her to
Giles's house and she didn't want to keep him waiting. He got
annoyed with her too quick as it was, something that made her sad
despite her best efforts for it not to. Her crush on the
self-proclaimed bad boy was almost unbearable at times,
especially when he was teasing her about one thing or another.
Which he managed to do everytime they were around each other.
With a small sigh, the red head turned on the shower and tried to
forget about the gorgeous blonde vampire that would be arriving
shortly.
*-*-*-*
Spike slipped in through the witch's open french doors, furious
that she would leave them unlocked. Sunnydale wasn't the safest
place- especially at night, and she *knew* that. Sure, vampires
needed an invitation to come in, but Sunnydale contained other
demons- not to mention the predators of the human variety. He
glanced at the clock on her wall, noticing for the first time
that he was almost twenty minutes early. Through her open bedroom
door he could hear the gentle spray of the shower cascading in
the bathroom. He couldn't help but think of the red head,
standing under the spray of the shower, totally naked, her skin
slightly pink from the heat of the water. He groaned, the front
of his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight.
Thinking of the witch never ceased to bring the blonde to
arousal, much to his eternal chagrin. She was out of his league,
he knew. Something so pure and innocent had no place with a demon
such as him. She deserved better, much better than he could offer
her. For this reason alone he denied his feelings for her,
chosing to cover them with rude jibes and comments to her. It was
easier that way. Besides, she could never want him, he knew that.
A human and a vampire just didn't mix well under any
circumstances- especially when said human was best friends to the
damn Slayer.
Expelling a gust of air in an unecessary sigh, the vampire sat
down at the red head's desk. Booting her computer, he typed in
the web address to reach his email provider, surprised to see
that Willow obviously used the same one and hadn't bothered to
log out completely. He glanced at her inbox, noting that she had
twenty new messages. Tilting his head to the side, the vampire
listened carefully to make sure the shower was still running
before opening the inbox, glancing through the subject lines of
the emails. {Now what do we have here?} Spike thought, clicking
randomly at one of the emails entitled "RE: Darkest
Needs". Curious, he scanned the email, his lips moving
silently as he read.
Red - you go girl! This is the best installment in your
"DWV" series yet! I can't believe those two *finally*
hooked up! You kept all of us readers on the edge of our seats
for months- but these past few stories have more than made up for
it. It was so nice to see William finally get to dominate Anne.
It was perfect- she finally met her match in the very person she
had wanted to have as her own sub! Classic! I look forward to the
next part! ~Jeanna
A small crease of confusion appeared between the vampire's eyes
as he read over the letter again, not quite understanding. Willow
was writing stories- about domination? He opened a few of
the other emails, seeing various other responses from other
people who had read the same story- all giving the same praise of
the excellent writing abilities of the author. At the
bottom of the last email, Spike noticed a web link back to an
e-groups site. He clicked it hesitantly, tapping his fingers
impatiently on the desk as he waited for the page to load.
"Bloody hell..." he whispered, his eyes darting over
the contents of the group's summary page. "A group dedicated
to the fiction of Red and her 'Demons, Witches, and Vampires'
series." If his heart had been beating it certainly would
have stopped then. Willow was writing stories about vampires and
witches...? He faintly heard the dull hiss of the shower stop and
hurriedly exited the window, filing the name of the group away
for further investigation. He had logged into his own email
account and was trying to look busy by the time the red head
entered the room.
"Spike!" Willow exclaimed, almost dropping the towel
she was clutching around herself. "You're early! I'm not
ready yet." Her face was flushed a deep scarlet as she
realized she was practically naked in front of her crush. The
very same thought caused the butterflies in her stomach to dance,
wishing the vampire would just kiss her, or touch her or
*anything* remotely sexual in nature. "Please... get out...
so I can get dressed."
Spike chuckled, standing slowly from the chair. Her ability to
get totally flustered over little things sometimes amazed him. It
was that kind of innocence that drew him to her, that made him
want to possess her body, mind and soul. He moved towards the
door of her bedroom, deliberately brushing against her side as he
passed by, wishing he could just throw her down and ravage her.
The small gasp that left her mouth was pure delight and a broad
grin found its way to his face as she slammed her door shut.
"Hurry up, Red, I don't have all night!" the blonde
called through the door. {Need to get her to the watcher's then
go home and see exactly what my little witch has been writing
about.} he thought, already planning a way to beg off of
researching for the night so he could get home early.
Willow sighed, pulling her tshirt on over her head. She had been
foolish to think that him brushing against her meant anything. He
had probably just been trying to upset her in some way. {Well, it
worked,} she thought morosely. Running a comb through her short
red hair, she threw open her door, pushing past the blonde and
down the stairs. The sooner they got to Giles', the sooner she
wouldn't have to be alone with him anymore, the sooner she could
get away from his beautiful eyes and gorgeous body. She clamped
down on her thoughts, throwing over her shoulder, "Coming,
Blondie?"
*-*-*-*
It took a little longer than the blonde haired vampire planned to
get away from Giles'. When he finally walked into his spacious
two bedroom apartment, Spike fought the urge to run immediately
to the computer. He had been thinking of nothing but what he had
seen in Willow's room all night, wondering what kind of stories
she wrote exactly. Flipping on the kitchen light, he pulled a bag
of blood from the refridgerator. Piercing it with a knife, he
poured it into acoffee mug, watching with sick fascination as the
last drops trickled into the ceramic container. Setting the mug
in the microwave, the vampire set the timer for a minute and left
the room, making his way to the bedroom.
Spike shrugged off his duster, tossing it to the bed. He slowly
pulled his tshirt off, his nipples hardening in the cold air of
the apartment. Kicking off his boots, he made his way into the
bathroom. He rinsed a washcloth under the tap, rubbing at his
skin to remove any trace of dirt that might have accumulated
during the day. Satisfied that he was clean, the vampire returned
to the kitchen to grab his warmed blood before settling into his
plush leather computer chair.
To an impatient creature such as Spike, the computer seemed to
take forever to boot. He sipped quietly at the heated blood in
the mug, waiting for the machine to be ready for him. Finally his
desktop came into view, the wallpaper portraying the logo for one
of his favorite music groups. Clicking on his internet icon, the
blonde typed in the address for the site he had seen Willow's
stories on. He read the summary of the group again before
joining. Glancing through the message archive, he found the first
story in the series and started to read.
*-*-*-*
By the time Spike finished reading the stories in the archives of
Willow's group, the vampire was in a state of complete shock. He
opened one of the stories again, glancing at the description of
William- vampire, blonde hair, blue eyes, English. She had been
writing about him, he was sure of it. Every little detail was
perfect, down to the way she formed the character's sentences,
the use of various pieces of slang. He read on, his mind working
double time as he came to the description of Anne- a witch, red
hair, green eyes. It was Willow, he was sure of it.
The witch- his sweet, innocent, little witch- had written stories
of romance and smut involving a bleached blonde English vampire
and a red haired witch. He felt himself harden as he remembered
the last story. William had claimed Anne in it, dominating her in
an a non-stop night of passion. She had written that, using
characters based so obviously on herself and him. His eyes glazed
over, thinking of nothing more than doing to her exactly what she
had written so eloquently about.
Was it possible that she had feelings for him in a way other than
friendship? Did she even think of him as a friend, for that
matter? He couldn't blame her if she didn't, he had been cruel to
her on more than one occaision. Not to mention all the times he
had threatened to just kill her. The logical part of his brain
argued that there was no way she could write the things he had
written if she didn't have feelings for him already, but the
darker side of him argued that he was reading more into it than
was really there- the girl couldn't possibly love a demon like
him.
There was only one way to find out, of course. Confront her about
it. Ask her if she would like him to do everything she had
written about to her... and then some. His blue eyes sparkled
with no small amount of playfulness as he opened the webpage to a
rarely used email address he had once signed up for. He
smiled, typing for nearly five minutes straight before stopping.
Reading over what he had written, the vampire grinned, hitting
the send button. He looked at the clock on his mantle. Willow
wouldn't be home from school for at least another thirty minutes.
Grabbing his duster, the blonde turned off his lights and left
the apartment. If he hurried he could be there to see her
reaction to the email.
*-*-*-*
The school day had been a total bore for Willow. She sighed as
she tossed her bookbag on the living room couch, rubbing at her
tension-filled neck and shoulders. Trudging slowly up the stairs,
the red head couldnt help but be filled with sadness. She was so
sick of coming home to an empty house. Her parents had yet to
make an appearance in the past few months, instead wiring money
directly into her checking account for school, food, and just
about anything else the girl could want. She knew money wasn't
everything though- it certainly wasn't keeping her company on
those nights her friends had dates. At least she had her stories.
She smiled slightly, turning on her desktop lamp as she waited
for her computer to start. Logging into her email account, the
red head was surprised to see forty new messages waiting to be
read. Settling into her chair, the witch scanned through the
subject lines, looking for anything that stood out as important.
She was almost to the bottom of the list before one caught her
eye, the words -Important, Please Read First- standing out. She
glanced at the name of the sender. It was no one she recognized
and she debated for a moment just ignoring it and moving on to
the feedback that was waiting for her. The mouse hovered over the
hyperlink and she finally clicked on it, watching the message
open on her screen.
Green eyes grew wide as she slowly read the letter.
~Pet,
I found the most interesting site today. These bloody wonderful
little stories about a blonde haired vampire and a red haired
witch. I must say- the similarities between you and I are more
than shocking and I couldn't help but picture us in the
fiction... I was surprised to see you had written them... you
have a delightful imagination, luv...~
Willow gasped, feeling her chest tighten with fear and
embarassment. There was only one person who called her 'pet' or
'luv', only one creature who would know of the similarities
between her and the character called Anne. The same person who
she had so carefully modeled the character of William on. She
swallowed the lump of apprehension in her throat, continuing on
with the email.
~You wrote in one of your stories how Anne wanted William to
kiss her breathless. To kiss her until she was begging for air
itself. You described in perfect detail the way his tongue felt
as it slipped into her mouth. She wanted him to take her beath
away- I would like to do this to you, Willow. Would you let me?
Would you like that?~
"Yes..." Willow whispered, tears filling her eyes. How
was she ever going to be able to face him again? This was
probably nothing more than a cruel trick to the blonde she had
longed for for months. Why would he ever want *her* when he could
have any woman he chose? Why would he ever want a *human* when he
made it clear he despised every last one them? The tears flowed
easily down her cheeks. This had to be a trick. Nothing more.
~I didn't know you had so much passion within you, Red. I had
no bloody clue that passion was directed towards me. Or is it? Am
I jumping to conclusions to think that these stories are your
fantasies written down? I don't think I am. I think you want me
to touch you, to ravage you, to make love to you in every way
shape and form until you are so tired and sore you can't leave
the bed. And then to start all over again, making you scream my
name all day and night...~
Her stomach clenched with desire as she read over his words. She
would do anything for this to be true, for him to want her. What
she wouldn't give to feel his body on top of hers, doing
everything he had said. Making her tired and sore- but in a way
she welcomed with open arms. Her eyes closed as she pictured
herself, lying underneath his cold, hard body in a way she had
only written about. No one had ever been able to stir these kind
of feelings in her. She sighed, opening her eyes and wiping the
tears from her cheeks with her free hand before scrolling down to
the last part of the email.
~You wrote that William claimed Anne... do you read my mind,
witch? Do you know how many days I laid awake wishing I could
have you as mine own? I never thought in a million years you
would ever want to be mine, though. And then I found your
stories... and everything seems like it's going to fit into place
perfectly. Remind me sometime to ask you how you know so much
about vampires and sex, sweets, I suspect its those Watcher
journals good ole Rupert keeps locked up- but I can't be sure-
after all, how would sweet innocent little Willow get her hands
on those? But... for now... if I'm right about these bloody
stories being your way of expressing your fantasies... just nod
and say 'yes' for me, pet~
Willow nodded, her lips barely moving as she whispered,
"Yes..." She gasped, feeling cold hands reach around
her to lay lightly on the trembling hands she held over her
keyboard. Her whole body was shaking with fear and desire as she
tilted her head up, looking into the blue eyes of the creature
she had lusted after for far too long. Was he really there? Had
it not been a joke? "Spike," she breathed, her chest
constricting with nervousness.
The vampire couldn't stand it any longer, he could smell her
desire in the air and it was driving him almost insane with lust.
He had waited months to touch her, to kiss her, to just hold her
in his arms and whisper the kind of sweet nothings that would
make even his nancyboy Sire laugh. Turning her chair to face him,
he cupped her face in his cool hands, tilting her lips up to meet
his mouth. The kiss was gentle, more of a question than a
statement of passion. It was a question she answered
wholeheartedly, opening her mouth in invitation.
She moaned as his cool tongue slipped between her warm lips,
meeting and twining with her own tongue in a slow dance for
dominance. She rose to her feet, her lips never leaving his as
she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling his body tight
against her. His lips were as soft as silk as they left her
mouth, kissing gently across her jaw and down her neck. He licked
at her pulse point, nipping at it with blunt teeth and relishing
the moan of pleasure he caused. Kissing his way back up to her
ear, he took the lobe gently between his teeth, pulling at it
slightly before releasing it to whisper, "Be mine, Red? Let
me do everything you ever dreamed of?"
"Please," she murmured, her hands caressing his back as
he lifted her trembling body and placed her on the
innocent-looking bed she had had since childhood. She stifled a
moan, watching as he walked back to her desk.
Spike paused for one moment, watching the play of light on the
beautiful body of the human witch he had fallen head over heels
in love with. She was truly beautiful, something he knew she
didn't realize- yet. She would, though, with his help she would
come to know herself as the beauty she truly was. With a small,
lusty smile he flipped off her light, returning to the warm
embrace he had desired for so long.
After tonight, she'd have no trouble finding material for the
next stories in her series- he was going to make all her
fantasies come true.
