Lessons in Control
Chapter Three: Sex and Peanuts
Two days later found Willow and Spike in Giles apartment, along with the rest of the Scoobies. Willow was listening to Xander describe his encounter with an unknown demon the night before. Spike was trying not to yawn.
"And then it stuck out one of its legs, I think there were five of them, and tripped me. I almost would’ve gotten away. Instead I fell into a sewage ditch. It must have a really highly developed kind of smell-o-vision ‘cause I heard it sniffing me then it ran away."
"Yeah, mate, you still reek. You oughta take another shower - someplace else."
"Okay, research time. Will, you got the computer? I’ll hit the books. Giles? Which ones should I start with?" Buffy was commanding the troops.
"Don’t need to, Slayer. The whelp met up with a Zordix demon. It’s harmless. Probably just wanted someone to play with. Zordix are playful buggers. But they don’t eat humans. Vegetarians actually."
"Yeah right, Spike. You heard Xander. It was chasing him. I’ve got to find out what this thing is and how to kill it before it terrorizes any civilians."
Spike rolled his eyes before saying, "And I’m telling you Slayer, it’s harmless. The only way it could hurt anyone is if it fell on ‘im, they’re right big fellows, but all them feet make it very agile. That means it’s not likely to fall unless it wants to." He felt he should clarify his terms, he was none too confident about the slayer’s vocabulary.
Buffy was getting indignant. "And how would you know, Spike? This thing isn’t anything we’ve ever had in Sunnydale before. You’re trying to get me to ignore it hoping it’ll take another stab at Xander."
Spike was up and pacing. "Fine, go to it. Waste your own time though. Me and Red are outta here." He reached for Willow’s hand but she didn’t take his.
No one had been paying any attention to Giles during this exchange. He had recognized the name ‘Zordix’ and grabbed the appropriate book. "Xander, is this what chased you?’ he asked as he held the book out for Xander to examine.
"That’s it, G-man. Got it in one."
"Don’t call me that" he said before returning to the text. "Zordix demon from the Fal-Suth dimension. Has the capability to travel at will between dimensions. Physical characteristics include: three arms, one on each side and one on its back. Five legs. Six eyes. It has excellent eyesight and balance. Can grow to over seven feet tall with a diameter of up to forty-six inches. No body hair or fur, its skin is grayish purple with iridescent scales along its back. They are strict vegetarians, with a diet consisting only of orange leaves, fruits and vegetables. These creatures are revered in their home dimension and killing one will most likely result in your own death at the hands of the Talguths, the humanoid creatures who worship them. Zordix are very friendly, their favorite recreational pastime is playing ‘hide and seek’."
"Huh?" Buffy was confused. Face it, it doesn’t take much to confuse Buffy.
"Well, Buffy, it looks like you owe Spike an apology." Giles offered with a grin.
"Huh?"
"I wouldn’t be expecting that apology anytime soon if I were you Spike." Giles also felt the need to explain Buffy’s behavior.
"Thanks, Watcher. But where the Slayer’s concerned, I’ve learned never to expect anything at all."
"Hey." Buffy understood that.
"Keep your knickers on, Blondie. So, do you want to know how to get rid of it or shall I let you puzzle it out on your own?"
Spike, having decided to let Buffy sweat for a while, turned his attention to his girlfriend, who was beaming at him.
"Impressed, love? Didn’t know your true love wasn’t a complete moron?"
Her response was to transfer herself to straddling his lap and rewarding him with a rather good-natured guilt-induced kiss. She was feeling bad for not having taken his hand and leaving with him earlier.
Spike was more than happy to return her affections. While Xander made excuses and retired to Giles’ shower, and Buffy and Giles started a lengthy discussion, the watcher’s end being about Slayers who think they’re hot shit but aren’t really and hers being about why did Giles allow vampires into his home in the first place; Willow and Spike ignored them all.
Willow did her best to convey to Spike exactly how wonderful she thought he was for helping her friends. But Spike had other ideas. Her first playful kisses were soon turned steamy when Spike slid his hands up her back to her nape and wound his fingers in her hair. His icy but succulent tongue coaxed her lips open and Willow’s normal reserve at displays of affection in public was forgotten when Spike reached down and slipped a finger inside her panties under her skirt.
She heard Buffy and Giles leave to go into the kitchen. Then a vague sound off to the right, near the table, reached the edge of her consciousness, but she didn’t pay attention to it. Until she felt Spike’s fingers pushing something small and hard through her curls and then inside her. ‘Marbles?’ she wondered, until she looked at the table and saw that the wooden bowl that had been full of peanuts was now empty. Another small object was forced into her now wet passage. And another.
It was getting difficult to kiss Spike through the smile that was plastered on his face, but she did her best. Another. Now two at once. ‘Goddess, that’s just so - I don’t know what that is exactly, but I like it.’
As he maneuvered each new peanut into Willow, he made sure to fill her with his finger as well. And just a little rubbing while it was in there. Willow would have been embarrassed when she felt her juices slipping down her leg and onto the crotch of Spike’s jeans, but her mind wasn’t thinking that far ahead.
When she felt like she couldn’t take any more, she whispered for Spike to stop. He added three more. Then he slipped her panties back into place. "You smell delicious."
"Let’s go home, Spike."
"Can’t. Not yet. Gotta help the slayer with the Zordix demon. She doesn’t speak its language, I do. This might take a while, love. You stay with the Watcher til I get back."
"But - but what about -?"
"Just leave them there. They’ll be fine."
"I - I can’t. What if -"
"Willow."
‘Willow? He never calls me Willow. Never except -‘ and she smiled.
"Willow, leave them there. Do you understand?"
She leaned forward until her lips were directly beside his ear. "Yes, master."
He gave her a quick but penetrating kiss then got up and left with Buffy.
A/N: suspend your normal brain for a time and pretend all that construction has kept Xander as fit as he was in "Go Fish".
"Willow, are you quite all right?" Giles asked Willow for the third time in an hour.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She knew he was worried and she felt she should provide some explanation for her squirminess. "It's just - uh, um, uh - female problems" she blurted without really thinking about it.
Giles' face reddened and he subsequently coughed as he moved himself as far from her as physically possible. "Are you - are you sure you wouldn't rather go home and - and attend to -things?" he asked from the kitchen. Willow couldn't help but grin as she shook her head. His behavior made her wish she had started using this phrase about five years ago. It could have gotten her out of all kinds of research, she thought with a smile.
Xander chose that moment to walk out of Giles' bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Got any clothes I could borrow, G-man? Mine are a little rank." Giles almost ran up the stairs to his room to search for clothes that might fit the boy.
"What's up with him? He's acting even stranger than normal. And that's saying something."
Willow was staring at him with her mouth slightly open. He could have sworn she was panting.
"Wills?" he said, walking over to her and snapping his fingers in front of her face.
"Huh?"
"Earth to Willow. You both been drinking something that you'd now like to share with me?"
"What?"
"Both. You and Giles. Both. As in the two of you."
She was still staring. It wasn't that she wasn't happy with Spike. She was very happy with Spike. More than happy with Spike. In ecstasy with Spike. But it had been a while she had seen Xander in any state of undress. When they were little they used to - but not in a long, long time. And she had been comparing body parts to those in Gray's Anatomy. They didn't know then what the parts were for.
She had a flashback to when Xan had gone undercover and joined the swim team. Man, had she envied Cordy that night.
"Willow?" Xander asked again.
"WILLOW!" she heard an unmistakably angry voice coming from behind her.
"Spike! and Buffy! You're back! That didn't take long. I thought it would take longer."
"Obviously." Spike ground out through clenched teeth.
Buffy chose this moment to put her two cents in. "Wow, Xan. You should go around in a towel more often." she complimented him with a major smile forming.
"No. He. Should. Not." Spike added.
"What? Oh, sorry. Didn't think. Giles was just getting -" he started, but a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt came flying down from above. "I'll go get dressed." and he headed back to the bathroom, oblivious to the tension in the room.
"Spike, it wasn't -" she started then saw his eyes sparkle and she knew he was laughing at her. She picked a pillow off the sofa and threw it at him. Then she threw one at Buffy so she wouldn't feel left out.
Giles voice came down to them like God's from above. "Buffy!"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "My master speaks. I'd better go fill him in before he has a conniption." And she went.
"Speaking of masters-" Spike laughed, picking Willow up and settling her in his lap as he sat in a chair. "How are my peanuts? Did they marinate all right?"
"Marinate?"
He shifted her so that her legs were on each side of him and she was open to him. She felt the familiar coolness on her thigh and then run up her leg and go under her skirt. One brisk digit slid across her wet panties. Spike just raised an eyebrow. Willow grinned. He leaned in and kissed her neck and two fingers roamed inside her and pulled out a peanut. Willow couldn't believe it when he put it in his mouth and ate it.
"There. That better? Hey, where'd everybody go?" Xander commented as he walked back in the room.
"What's the matter? Don't we count?" Spike asked him with a highly amused expression.
"Somebody's in a good mood. Have a good time playing with the other demons?"
"Yeah. That's it. Playing with the 'other demons'." he said with a laugh and kissed Willow again.
There was a knock on the door and Xander moved to answer it. "Hey, Ahn." He welcomed his girlfriend with a kiss. "Magic Box locked up nice and tight?"
"Yes. And the money's safe too." she answered brightly before she sat on the sofa. "Why's Spike in a good mood?"
"He was playing with another demon."
"Oh." She didn't understand, but Xander had told her it was impolite to ask too many questions.
As Anya settled herself on the couch, Willow pulled the duster around her legs, hoping to hide Spike’s naughtiness.
Buffy and Giles worked their way downstairs and Buffy told everyone what had happened with the Zordix demon. Spike only had to correct her four times, mostly about the conversations that she hadn’t understood; if she wanted to take more credit for its return than she actually deserved, that was fine with him, he had nothing to prove, no one to try to impress.
His Red knew his worthiness; he suspected the whelp was beginning to suspect it as well. Giles had pulled him aside one day, not long after Willow had insisted Spike move in with her, and they had talked it out. Giles had wanted to make Buffy admit that she needed, and was grateful for, Spike’s assistance. Spike said he didn’t care, and he really didn’t. He felt no need to push the Slayer into admitting to the advantages of having Spike back her up (or vice versa, Spike had though at the time).
[Having kept up with the editing of this narrative, Spike informs me that it is still very much vice versa, no matter what Blondie tells that wanker, Joss.]
Anya and Xander sat enthralled as Slu- I mean Buffy regaled them all with the tale of how they had taken down the hide-and-seek playing Zordix demon.
["Oh, now that’s just a bloody lie, Feen. There was no ‘taking down’. I told him there was more fun to be had in the Nethrox dimension, the gits there are easier to catch. So he left. End of story." Author’s note: I am using my dramatic license to ban Spike from further editing of this narrative. "Yeah right, Feen. You know you’ll let me in anytime I want." ::smirk:: A/N: Ahem. On with the story.]
As Buffy drew out the story, Willow continued to squirm and Spike continued to eat peanuts.
Anya, getting hungry, asked "Giles, where are the peanuts? Spike has peanuts and I’d like some also." After a glance at Xander she added, "Please." With a broad forced smile.
"Oh, I’m sorry, Anya, I could have sworn I just filled that dish this morning. Let me get you some more." And scurried into the kitchen, as an English gentleman always likes to be accommodating to his guests.
Suddenly Willow jumped up. Spike had run out of peanuts and was now just playing. With her. "Gotta go. Got stuff to do, tests to study for…"
"Willow?"
"Um, yes, m- Spike?"
He saw the pleading in her eyes and gave in.
"We have to stop for some fags as well."
She let out a heavy sigh. "Gotta go."
Giles, from, the kitchen, called out, "Yes, Willow, right you are. Go home and take care of – things. Don’t hurry back, take as long as you need."
The redhead and the vampire left, laughing hysterically.
"Why is Spike suddenly calling Willow by her given name? He never does that," Anya asked the remaining Scoobies. They hadn’t noticed it, but now that she brought it up…
Something was up and with no current Big Bad to slay, they resolved to find out what it was.