Lessons in Control
Chapter Thirteen: Moving
As consciousness started to seep into Willow's brain, she became vaguely aware that something wasn't right. She was curled up against Spike's naked back, her arm curled around his chest, that was right. She was on a comfy mattress and wrapped in soft silky sheets. Okay, the mattress was different. Oh, yeah, Spike's anniversary present. But no, that wasn't it either. She opened one eye. Darkness surrounded them thanks to the heavy blackout drapes. Okay, that was right also. So what was it that was so different? Spike turned slightly in his sleep and rolled onto his back, pulling her to lay against his chest. His hand stroked her arm and settled her hand on his chest. She opened both eyes. That was it.
There, on her left hand, the one that was enjoying the tactile experience of exploring Spike's delightfully muscled chest, was a ring. A stunning garnet and diamond engagement ring. She was engaged! To Spike, the most beautiful man on the face of the earth. He wanted to spend forever with her, and not just in a vampire way. He was going to make an honest woman of her. '
Goddess, I must be channeling my grandmother', she thought to herself. 'Honest woman - how lame is that?'
But it still made her smile. He'd said he wanted to be everything for her: friend, lover, mate, sire (eventually), and husband. Husband. It was such a strange sounding word. It was something she'd never seriously considered having. After all, she'd been the village nerd from kindergarten til high school. Her friendship with Buffy had made her marginally cooler, in the eyes of her fellow students anyway, although Buffy hadn't exactly been Miss Popularity. Everybody knew that nerds, especially female nerds, never married and died of old age surrounded by cats. 'I don't even particularly like cats, dogs are much friendlier.'
Husband. She was going to have a husband. A vampire husband, someone who put no value in human customs but was willing, even wanting, to marry her because he loved her and she was human. Should they set a date or was that something they should think about and plan and save for… rich! Spike's rich! As in - he has money, lots of money!
How much exactly? She hadn't thought to ask him because it didn't matter really. She'd love him just the same if he were a pauper. Which, up until last night, she'd thought he was. Oh, he always had some money. Angel gave it to him, had been giving it to him since Spike had moved in with her. She'd heard them talking and Spike had told his sire that he didn't want Willow to feel like she had to support him and Angel had handed him a wad of cash saying that he knew Spike was good for it. So that's what he had meant - he knew Spike had money somewhere. Well, of course he did, he was Spike's sire after all, Angel probably had lots too, all over the world like Spike did. How else could he afford that great big hotel in the middle of downtown Los Angeles? She knew Angel Investigations was doing well, but not well enough to pay for that! And she didn't even want to think about what Cordy had conned Angel into paying her; after all, she had that really nice apartment.
House! Spike bought her a house - well, bought them a house! That beautiful old Victorian that'd she'd loved since she was a little kid. She'd heard that it had been one of the original houses in this area, one of the farmhouses from when the land around here was nothing but orange groves.
House, wedding rings, engagement ring - that was how he'd presented them and that sounded kind of backwards, but that's the way it had happened. She smiled; one of the things she loved most about Spike is that he didn't do things the way other people did them. His brain just didn't work that way. But he made her look at things in a completely different way than she had before. He made her see things from a different perspective; he challenged her and she'd never found anyone who could do that before.
She turned over and picked up the phone, dialing her mother's cell phone.
"Mom? It's Willow. Are you busy?"
"No, just got out of the most boring meeting with Dr. Robertson. You remember him, he's the one who came up with that ridiculous theory that children need-"
"Mom!"
"What? What is it?"
Willow's throat felt hoarse and she felt a cool hand run up her back and massage her shoulders. Her words then came out clear and proud, "Mom, I'm getting married. To S- William, I'm getting married to William."
"Oh, Willow - I'm so happy for you, he's such a nice young man, even though he isn't Jewish, but then you don't practice anymore either. Who are you going to have marry you? Do you want me to call Rabbi Neulander?"
"No, Mom, but thanks. I - I don't know where yet, or when even. He just proposed last night. I just wanted to call you and tell you. I'll call you back in a day or two to talk about it, will that be okay?"
Spike couldn't help but hear the little girl in her just begging for her mother's acceptance and approval.
"No, you won't have to. I'm coming home. I can't stay more than a week or so, because of that Moscow conference, but the rest will just have to do without me. If Debbie can't handle it, that's just too bad, my little girl is getting married and I need to be with you right now."
Now she really was choked up, "It can wait, Mom. But thanks. In a month or so, I guess, I'll start thinking about it. We bought a house and I want to spend some time getting that set up. I'll let you know. Thanks though, thanks for offering."
Spike heard the click when Sheila Rosenberg hung up but Willow didn't move so he took the phone from her hand and laid it back on the cradle. He held her while she cried, he wasn't sure exactly why she was crying, but he was fairly certain that he hadn't caused it this time.
When her tears turned into hiccupy gasps, he felt her squirm slightly so he loosened his hold on her.
"What is it, luv?"
"My mother's wants to help plan the wedding."
"Yeah, heard that. You okay with that?"
"I - I don't know. I don't know what to say - I never expected - I never dreamed that she'd want to -" The doorbell rang just then and Spike pulled himself away from Willow and pulled on a clean pair of jeans. He'd give her a minute to compose herself before she had to face whatever crisis was about to hit them this time.
Just before he could open the door, he heard a key turn in the lock and Buffy, Anya, Dawn and Tara bustled in past him, with only Dawn sparing the slightest glance over her shoulder to say "Hi."
By the time he got the door closed, not an easy task while the sun was shining; all four girls were in their bedroom, on their new bed, hugging Willow, offering congratulations (grudgingly in Buffy's case, or so it seemed to Spike), asking to see the ring and squealing with delight as Willow told them about the house. He made it half way down the hall before the estrogen started to choke him, so he did an about face, walked to the den, put 'Apocalypse Now' on the DVD player and sat down to wait for the chitchat to end so he could get back to shagging his mate. Fiancée, his brain corrected. Soon to be wife, he thought with a smile as the helicopters whirred across the screen and the jungle exploded into flames.
"Wow, that was quick." Buffy lamented, looking around Willow and Spike's new, but very empty, house. It had been almost a week since the engagement was announced and Spike had finally let Willow out of bed long enough to get them packed up and moved. He and the whelp had moved the bed in as soon as the sun had set, and now the slayer was helping with the boxes before they went on patrol.
Buffy continued, "A bed, some clothes, a few boxes you have taped up like there were government secrets inside, and a computer. You two really, really travel light."
"I know," Willow whined. "And now I have to furnish it. The only thing I've ever furnished before was my… come to think of it, I've never had to furnish anything before."
"Better you than me." Buffy stated. "Clothes, I'm there for ya. Couches, you're on your own. I've gotta go patrol. Spike, you coming with?"
"Not tonight, I wanna stay with-"
"No go," Willow interrupted. "I want some time to look around and think. And I'm taking no decorating instructions from you, so don't even offer to help. Black will be used as an accent only. Now go, keep Buffy safe."
"Fine, luv, I can take a hint. Be back in a coupla hours, 'kay?"
"Take your time, stake all the bad things," she kissed him absently, starting to look around. Just as the they were about to close the front door, Willow called out, "But be careful."
Spike laughed and turned to Buffy, "She says that every night. I'm going out to kill vampires immeasurably younger and weaker than I am, I spent over a hundred years killing more people than I'd ever care to talk to her about, and yet every night, she tells me to be careful."
"She loves you," was Buffy's off hand answer.
"Yeah," Spike whispered to himself, his brilliant blue eyes sparkling.
Inside, Willow was compiling a list in her head. 'Living room, dining room, kinda small kitchen - can't eat in here unless we want to do it standing up - little room in the back, hm? Computer room? Workout room - no that's the bedroom, hehe. Okay, downstairs we have 4 rooms, but only three of them need furniture. The kitchen needs what? A microwave, some plates, silverware - I see no use whatsoever for pots and pans, I don't cook much and neither does Spike. Oh, need cookie sheets though.'
She saw the phone jack and pulled the phone from her room at her parents house out of the box and plugged it in. She lifted and when she heard the dial tone, she smiled.
"Our own house. Our own phone in our own house. This is so cool," she giggled. As she walked upstairs she realized that she really did want a second opinion, someone to bounce ideas off of, maybe think of things that she might forget.
"Who do I want?" she asked herself as she headed back to the phone. She smiled and dialed a number.
Spike used his key to open the thick oak door. As beautiful as it was, the big oval glass insert concerned him. It didn't offer Willow much protection, not to mention that any pervert walking along the street would be able to look in and see his Willow walking around in the sexy, silky lingerie he hoped to convince her to wear now that they were out of her parents house.
He knew that birds could be strange but he didn't understand why Willow had such a problem walking around her parents house in the kind of lacy little nothings he thought would look so nice piled in a heap at the end of the bed. Those footie pajamas just looked so silly lying there when he got up. Made him feel like a pervert. Which he was, but not that kind of pervert. She had made a point when she contended that he wouldn't have felt comfortable walking around his mum's house starkers, but they had their own house now, and hopefully she'd let him celebrate by burning all those fuzzy bunny and Muppet covered pajamas she wore.
Well, she could keep one pair. In case she caught a cold or something. But that's all.
He was alarmed when he heard a noise coming from upstairs. He listened for a moment, trying to gauge how hard it would be to get Willow away from the intruder 'Going to replace that damn door first thing tomorrow night' - when he heard laughter. Really silly loud laughter.
Willow. And Tara. He crept up the steps and found the two women lying on the floor of one of the empty bedrooms, drinking wine and talking about color schemes.
She really is so bloody beautiful, he thought. She's damn near perfect - would be perfectly perfect if she'd start wearing that lingerie he'd been thinking about earlier.
The girls laughed and their foreheads touched, they were so caught up in the joke that they hadn't seen him standing there. A lock of Tara's blonde mane fell in her face and Willow reached out to tuck it behind her ear. He noticed then how beautiful Tara was. He always thought she was pretty, how could he not; her gentle nature shone out through her eyes making the already attractive girl just that much more tempting. He'd often wondered why she never had a steady boyfriend; she always seemed to be with a different guy, had even shown up at the Bronze a couple of times with a girl or two and they seemed rather chummy.
She really was beautiful and he wondered how he'd missed it before. And next to Willow, the pair were positively sinful. Tara with her angelic countenance and pale coloring and Willow with her fiery temperament and vibrant features. Like fire and ice, a devil and an angel, two - hmmm, nah they'd never go for it. Would they?
He cleared his throat and bound into the room, "Is this a private party or can anyone join?" he asked as he lay down on his stomach between the two girls. Since there hadn't been even a foot between them, it made a nice fit.
He gave Willow a chaste kiss on the cheek and asked, "Miss me?"
She kissed him back and answered, "Oh, were you gone?" with a giggle.
"Ingrate," he said to her before turning to Tara and, giving her an identical kiss, asked, "Miss me?"
"Not yet - but I could later," she answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"That right?" Spike answered with a grin. "Well, I know which side my bread is buttered on," he told Willow as he pushed up and flipped himself behind Tara, spooning in behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Should I leave you two alone?" she asked him in an identical tone of voice as he had used when he asked the same thing of her and Angel on the elevator after their first time together.
"That's all right," Spike offered, "You can watch." He pulled Tara onto her back and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Tara was giggling and didn't seem offended. He pushed her back up into the position she had been before and spooned in behind her once again.
"So, what were we talking about, ladies?" He took Tara's wine glass and finished it off before refilling it. The girls continued their conversation on what color combinations to absolutely not use in the house. They talked for hours, Spike not really listening, just watching them together and occasionally catching Willow's eye and asking her questions with a lift of an eyebrow. Her smiles and winks seem to answer them all in the affirmative.
Spike didn't notice that Tara had been absently tracing patterns on his forearm, but Willow did and thought it boded well for her plans for Angel's visit.
After the fourth bottle of wine, Willow leaned in toward Tara and asked, "Do you think there's a difference between sex and love?"
Tara, although seemingly very tipsy, produced a rather shocked, "Don't you?"
Willow, also very tipsy, giggled. "Yes. Yes, I do. A very big difference. Do you, do you think you could have sex with someone who you liked and liked you but was, um, in love with someone else - or maybe someone you hadn't ever met before?"
Tara giggled, "Is this Truth or Dare? Cause I think maybe I'd better take the dare before I embarrass myself." She covered her face with her hands, still laughing.
Spike shot an eyebrow up toward Willow and the redhead shrugged.
"Ok," Spike began. "You want the dare? I dare you to kiss Willow." Well, at least this way they'd know. Willow was a little shocked when Tara moved forward and pulled Willow in for a kiss, but Spike wasn't. He'd smelled her arousal whenever they were around the girl for months, but it wasn't until he'd walked in the room tonight that he'd known that it was his girlfriend that caused it. When he'd moved in behind her, her scent had flooded him, intoxicating him in a way that made alcohol superfluous. He'd known she was interested, but he wasn't sure she'd be willing to act on it.
He wasn't going to take advantage of her, he knew the wine had brought her defenses down. He sat there for a few minutes, watching as the two women talked and touched, making plans to have lunch the next day. When they all said goodbye, Spike closed the door and turned to Willow. He hadn't even got the question out before Willow gave him a huge smile and answered what he had yet to ask.
"Oh yeah."
"Um, Tara?" Willow asked after they had ordered their lunch. Willow was treating her friend to lunch to thank her for the advice she had given last night and also for the help she offered in shopping for items for the new house. "We drank quite a bit last night. Do you remember?"
Willow was blushing furiously and now that she was not so tipsy and sitting in the sun at a table at Sunnydale's only bistro, she didn't think she'd have the nerve to ask Tara what she wanted to ask her. "Alcohol doesn't bother me like it does a lot of people, for some reason I have a very high tolerance level." She gave the redhead what Willow thought was a very flirtatious look. "It takes a lot more than a couple of bottles of wine to get me drunk enough to forget anything."
"So, um, I wanted to ask you something. What would you, um, think about -"
"Who's the person I've never met?" Tara asked, not wanting to make Willow embarrass herself for no reason. "What?" Willow asked. She had lost her train of thought.
"Well, I figure you and Spike are the people that I like but are in love with someone else. So who's the person I haven't met yet?"
"You'll do it?"
"Probably, like I said last night, I know the difference between sex and love. A little harmless sex is good for the soul." She smiled shyly and looked at her hands, "Plus, I want Spike in the worst way. And all the good ones too."
Willow laughed and Tara joined her. "Good! Well, I kinda figured, but then I know what I see when I look at Spike and I can't imagine that every other person around him doesn't see the same thing. I mean, Goddess, those eyes!"
"And those cheekbones!" Tara added with a laugh.
"And those abs, don't forget the abs," the redhead giggled.
"Great ass, too."
"And his shoulders! I mean, have you ever in your life, seen shoulders as lickable as Spike's?"
"Don't forget the hair," they were on a roll now, each trying to come up with a complete list of Spike's assets.
"Could never forget the hair. Geez, he's fanatic about that hair, he knows down to the minute when it needs to be touched up. Also," Willow paused to take a sip of her Pepsi, "The accent. Doesn't the accent just make you want to melt?"
"Definitely left me weak knee'd a time or two," Tara admitted with a laugh. "But you know the best thing about Spike?"
"What?" Willow asked, calming down her laughter. Her friend had sounded so serious when she asked this last question.
"He loves you. Completely and totally loves only you," the blonde girl paused and took a small breath. "So why? Why do you want to add somebody else in the mix? I love you, Will. You and Spike both. You're my friends, my very sexy friends, but up til now, just friends. Why add me, why add this other person, even if it is for just one night?"
Willow took a few minutes to formulate her answer as the waiter delivered their food.
"The other person - its Angel." Willow stopped, waiting for Tara's shocked response but none came. "Angel, Spike's sire, the one who tried to suck the world into hell." Willow elaborated.
"I know who he is," Tara explained, "It makes sense actually. Sire and childe, doesn't that bother you? Aren't you ever jealous or afraid that maybe -?"
"No," Willow answered in all honesty. "Angel loves Spike and Spike loves Angel, in a way that I'll never understand."
"Until Spike turns you."
Willow was shocked. Although she and Spike were planning for this eventuality, she'd never spoken of it to any of her friends; she didn't think it would go over well, but Tara seemed nonplussed.
"Well, yeah, he will - someday - but I don't think even then I'll quite understand. Angelus and Spike, I don't know, their relationship was very complicated and intense, even for vampires. But that's beside the point. Back to now. Angel - you know about the curse, right?"
"Yeah, I've heard it mentioned. Can I ask you something I've been wondering?"
"Sure! Anything!" Willow said enthusiastically, very happy that her newest friend, she'd only known her two years, compared to the six she'd known the rest of the Scoobies. Well, except for Anya, but she didn't think she'd ever be really comfortable around an eleven hundred year old ex-vengeance demon. Anyway, she was glad she and Tara were getting closer.
"What's wrong with Angel? Is there something about him that makes you not want to make his soul permanent? Because I heard what he did to you all before, and your teacher… Why wouldn't you give him a permanent soul?"
"Well, I can't. The curse was in ancient Romany, and Ms. Calendar translated it, but a lot of it was still in Romany. I don't know what it meant, that part was more of a pronunciation guide than a translation. I just repeated the original curse, it was all I could do."
"But you can. Have you ever read the Torvanik Transcripts?"
"No -"
"I have a copy back at the dorm. I'll bring it over tonight, if that's all right. I'm sure there's something in there we could adapt to Angel's situation."
Willow was almost speechless, "Are you sure?"
"Well, not one hundred percent, but I'd put it at around ninety-five percent sure that we'll find something."
"Oh. My. Goddess. Hurry, eat, finish, we have to get over to your dorm room, I have to call Buf-" she stopped suddenly.
"What?"
"Buffy. She's got Riley now, and Angel, well, I don't think he still loves her like he did. If I could have found this earlier, they could have been together," her voice was faltering.
"Maybe that's why you didn't find it before. Maybe they weren't meant to be together. I know Buffy's happy. What about Angel? Is he happier now than he was when he was with Buffy?"
"He was never happy when he was with Buffy. I mean, he loved her, desperately loved her, but the soul - it was always there bringing him down. And then there was the whole 'vampire-and-slayer-in-love-and-how-unnatural-is-that' thing happening in the background. And after, well, after he came back from hell and we learned about the 'no nookie with Buffy' clause, he was extra broody." "What about now? Is he still all broody?"
"No," Willow said, this not having occurred to her before. "He's really helping people in LA and he feels like he's atoning for all the bad stuff Angelus did. And then, Spike and I got together and I told them they had to get along. So they started kinda talking again. And then Angel found out about Spike's chip and you should have seen that! He was screaming and breaking things, Cordy left and wouldn't come back for a week! He was so mad; he couldn't even get his Grrr face to go away.
"He knew a surgeon, a brain surgeon, and he had saved the man's wife from a gang of demons who wanted her for a sacrifice and the guy took out Spike's chip. Just like that, no more neutered Spike. That did it. Angel just welcomed Spike back in like the prodigal son and they've been getting closer ever since.
"And Angel's been happy. Really happy. And they got talking about exactly how happy Angel could get without Angelus stepping back up to the plate again and that's where I came in." She laughed, "So to speak."
"So you've had sex with Angel? And Spike doesn't mind?"
"It was Spike's idea, besides Spike was there too. You know most vampires are bisexual right?"
Tara smiled and tried not to laugh, "Yes, and I've heard that some humans are too."
"Are you trying to tell me something, my lovely Tara?"
"Nothing more than you're trying to tell me, my beautiful Willow."
"Oh, we're going to have such fun!"
"And Spike will be okay with this? I'm sorry, it's just - you don't seem the type - and I know that sounds terrible, I'm sorry. And Spike is so jealous if a guy even asks you to dance."
"Well, it helps that Angel knows the rules ahead of time. And it's not like Angel's looking to fall in love and even if he were, it wouldn't be with me. I get a little worried when he looks at Spike sometimes, though. But Spike loves me and I know that, so I'm good. Angel knows it too, which is what I thinks kept that happiness clause from kicking in so far, ya know?"
"And we're going to get rid of that clause anyway."
"Right! We are! So - everything's good! Everybody's happy. So, back to the beginning… Do you think you'd like to join us?"
"I'd like to talk to Spike first, if that's all right. I've seen him jealous. I'd feel better if I talked to him first."
"Talk away, by all means, Spike won't mind. It's like he told me the first time I was with Angel, 'It's not cheating if I'm in the room'."
Both friends erupted into a fit of the giggles and took off for Tara's dorm room.
Willow opened the door to a dark house. "Spike?"
'Maybe he's out feeding', she thought to herself. She motioned for Tara to come in. "Spike!" Still no answer.
Willow led Tara upstairs to the bedroom they had used the night before when talking about decorating the house. It was the only one with wall-to-wall carpet, and since they had no furniture other than the bed, it was the most comfortable place to sit.
They had found the book and a spell that Willow was almost positive would work for Angel, she just wanted to look over it again and then ask Giles' opinion.
Tara had just reiterated her request to talk to Spike about his thoughts on her joining in with the trio in their sexcapades when Willow opened the door to discover a shirtless Spike sitting Indian style on a blanket in the middle of the not quite empty room. It was now filled with candles.
"I had planned to seduce you, pet," he told Willow with a sigh, "but if you ladies need to talk, I'll wait. I'll always wait for you, luv." He said on his way out after kissing her hand.
"Spike, wait," Willow exclaimed, stopping him in his tracks.
She directed a pointed look into his baby blues and said, "Go take a shower, Spike." After a moment she added, "A quick one," with a lusty grin. He went immediately, he wasn't sure why, just something about this seemed familiar.
When he left, Willow asked her friend with a leer, "You still want Spike in the worst way? And all the good ones?"
Tara smiled shyly.
"It's not cheating if I'm in the room, remember?" the redhead laughed. Go downstairs and once you hear Spike come back in here, count to fifty and then come back up."
"Are you sure?" Tara was wary; she hadn't talked to Spike yet.
"Very sure," Willow said with a huge grin. "It's payback time."
He walked into the candlelight, relieved to see only Willow in the room. He remembered why this seemed familiar. Willow smiled when she saw him enter wearing only a big, white fluffy towel around his waist.
"She'll be back in a while," she answered without him having to ask. "I want you to myself for a few minutes first." She led him over to the blanket and motioned for him to sit down. The familiar scene made all kinds of deliciously naughty thoughts appear in his head.
"I'm hungry," she said, her voice sexier than usual. He bared his throat to her, feeling the heat spread like a wild fire between his legs as she bit into his neck with her human teeth, but still managing to break the skin. His fingers dug into her shoulder blades, the pleasure was so exquisite. She licked at the tiny drops of blood that appeared, imitating his actions when he had reasserted his claim before she had been with Angel for the first time. He knew why Willow loved him to do this, he remembered the first time Angelus had claimed him and the sensation with Willow was very similar. This was always a powerfully emotional experience; savoring the feeling of being loved - wanted - needed - claimed - owned by someone he loved, wanted, needed, possessed just as much.
"I'm going to tell you what to do," she instructed him. "You do only what I tell you, okay?" she said, but it wasn't a question, so he didn't answer her. "This is a game remember. Tonight, the rules seem to be changing a bit, but they aren't really. Here, I want you to wear this for a while," she said as she pulled out a satin scarf that she had retrieved from their bedroom. She rolled it up and covered his eyes with it. As she tied it behind his head, he heard the door open and close.
He heard a click and soft, wordless notes floated around him. He was glad he had thought to bring the CD player in here or she wouldn't have been able to recreate this so accurately. Willow kissed him, her hands kneading his thighs. Then suddenly, another pair of hands, more gentle this time, ran up his back, massaging his shoulders, making his lust surge to unbelievable heights. No wonder Willow had come so hard that first night. Willow's lips worked their way down his chin to his throat. They settled on his collarbone as another pair of soft warm lips trailed across the back of his neck. He squirmed a bit, trying to get his pulsing erection in a more comfortable position.
The towel was being pulled from his body and he lifted his hips to accommodate their actions. Warm air caressed the skin of his body. Deliciously hot lips, teeth and tongues kissed, sucked and nibbled his throat from two directions. The smell of warm almonds from the candles scented the room. He could feel soft warm skin against his back and chest, and imagined the two beautiful women as they had removed their clothing. The buds of two hard nipples brushed across his back.
He wanted to moan; he wanted to reach out and touch; he wanted to pull them closer to him. He wanted to know how the former William the Bloody, slayer of slayers and killer of thousands upon thousands had gotten lucky enough get the love of a human woman with a soul so pure it scared him and yet still let him fuck other people for fun! He he, eat your heart out, Drusilla!
Four hands pushed him back to lay flat on the floor. One hand was holding the back of his head to lay him gently on the pillow and his beautiful fiancée repeated his words in his ear and he smiled.
'I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it'
Four hands skimmed his body, making him ache, making him rock hard. The nasty chits were too good at this, he thought, they avoided all the places that were burning. Trying to control his lust, he concentrated on feeling the differences between his lovers' hands. Tara's hands were larger but softer than Willow's. While Willow was more confident and ran along his skin with practiced ease, Tara's hands were tentative, unsure, which was only natural since this was the first time she'd ever been with him. Hopefully, that would change.
He couldn't think anymore. He felt hands on his chest, lightly massaging but avoiding his hardening nipples. Another pair of hands - Tara's - had reached his abdomen and thighs, again kneading just outside the area that ached for them. When he felt a tongue slide up his cock from base to tip, he moaned and waited for Willow's words. "Relax, baby. You look completely edible. Doesn't that feel good?" and then she was gone and he heard and felt bodies moving around on the floor and was amazed that he couldn't tell who was where. They must have been touching and rubbing up against each other because their scents were mixed together and he had to concentrate before he could make out which had the stronger Tara or Willow fragrance.
He felt Tara take him completely into her mouth and he heard a moan and he knew it was Willow who had followed his example and retreated to the corner. Tara, beautiful seemingly shy Tara, was giving him a blowjob from heaven and Willow, his sweet Willow, was watching and getting turned on. He smelled her growing arousal and heard her increasing moans and knew she was getting herself off. With Willow taking care of herself, he let his brain focus on Tara's very talented tongue rolling around his almost painful erection while her lips and teeth moved up and down, making him writhe in ecstasy.
He kept his hands fisted at his sides and didn't say a word. He remembered the rules he'd given Willow and she'd reiterated to him; she would tell him what to do. She'd better decide to let him touch Tara soon, he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.
Willow's voice whispered right next to his ear, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now? I feel guilty sometimes that I get to keep you all to myself and all the other poor girls have to go their whole lives getting to only imagine that incredible body of yours, thanks to those wonderfully tight jeans you wear." He let out a soft chuckle. "But Tara, she's special. She knew. We spent all afternoon discussing your extraordinary assets. But you're mine. And I'm yours. I always will be."
Tara's mouth left his cock and he felt the loss as she sucked a nipple into her mouth and worried it with her teeth. His hips rose up a little, wanting her hot mouth back down between his legs. "You're wickedly beautiful," Willow continued softly in his ear as Tara bit down hard on his nipple. "And you're so damn erotic when you're inside me that I can hardly stand it, did I ever tell you that? But I can only see your face most of the time. And select parts of your gorgeous bod, of course. But I want to see what you look like, what all of you looks like, when you're being made love to by someone else. How do you move? Does all of you get hard and tense and move with that exquisite rhythm you have when you cum?"
She was panting now, getting as turned on by her own words as he was. It was strange but arousing when she saw Tara press her lips to his. "Kiss her," he heard in the same tone of voice that he had used when he had told her to kiss Angel. He opened his mouth but didn't advance and Tara took advantage and swept her tongue inside his cool mouth, exploring him at a relaxed pace. Tara moaned and Spike growled, finally kissing her back. "You can touch her. I want you to touch her. Believe me, she feels wonderful" he heard in a voice that was warm as honey, and the imagery of how Willow knew that drove him crazy.
He felt a tug and the blindfold was gone. He looked up into beautiful smiling dark blue eyes. Her skin was like silk. Soft and fine. He felt her move on him, and he relished the feel of her soft curves. She felt feminine and warm and he wanted to be inside of her desperately but he was waiting for Willow's say so. Tara was slowly grinding herself against his thigh as she kissed him and he dove into her mouth with the passion that he wanted to use diving into her body.
He couldn't believe he'd never considered her before. Yes, she was shy, but when there was something she felt strongly about, she had no problem speaking up. He'd seen that passion in her, he'd just never translated it into sexual passion. Given what he knew about himself when he was human and what he'd discovered about Willow in their year together, he should have known to never underestimate the shy, quiet ones. They were always the ones that -
"Answer Tara's question, Spike." He heard Willow say to him. Tara wanted to go further with Spike but felt a little hesitant because she still hadn't spoken to him about Willow, as she had wanted to. She knew she could stop this now and not let it go any further without any problem, she just didn't want to take the last step without being sure. She had looked at Willow and silently told her that she still had something she needed to do. Willow understood and told him to answer Tara's question. This was getting too hauntingly familiar to Spike but he looked at the woman on top of him and waited.
Tara found it difficult to concentrate while laying on top of a wonderfully naked Spike, his desire for her evident against her stomach and her desire for him dripping down onto his thigh. But she had to be sure. "Are you sure?" she asked him. "Not - not just this, me and you, but me and Willow. And then Angel? I know you two guys sort of have a claim on each other, and then Willow is with you and so she fits in with the two of you, but I'm not - not family, I guess is the word," she giggled. "Although that seems like such a strange word to use given our current, um - position."
"It's the right word when you're talking about vampires, luv," he assured her.
"So, it's all right? Me being an outsider, I mean. And you get really jealous over Willow sometimes and I don't want you to hate me, I like you guys too much to lose you over this."
Spike smiled. "Tara, you say one more word about you and Willow being naked together and I'm going to cum all over your stomach," he told her with dead seriousness. "Which is not where I wanted to cum," he added with a laugh and a waggle of his eyebrows.
Tara smiled but didn't look convinced.
He raised a hand and ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. "No, you're not family. Not yet anyway, who knows what the future will bring. And you do realize that all of this is for fun and pleasure, I refuse to commit bigamy, tempting as that notion is at this moment." Both girls giggled and Willow playfully slapped his shoulder.
"I know," Tara said solemnly. "I don't want that. But this will change things somewhat, if it works out. I don't want a permanent boyfriend or girlfriend, I don't want roommates, I like my freedom way too much to ever give it up. But we're friends. And we work together. And we see each other all the time. If we add sex to it, I'm going to fall in love with you a little, both of you," she added with a look at Willow.
Spike pulled her down for a small kiss and then turned and kissed his mate. "Well, that's good," he told Tara, "because we're already in love with you, isn't that right, luv?"
Willow sat up and took Tara's face in her hands and kissed her with tenderness and love. When she sat back, Spike asked, "Feel better now, princess?," and she smiled her answer.
"Come on, Spike," Willow whispered behind him. "Show her what she's in for. Make her want to be part of the family."
And he did. He flipped them over and went to work bringing Tara the same pleasure she'd brought him. He started at her lips and quickly worked his way down her neck and on to her generous breasts. He suckled her with a hunger he hadn't realized he possessed, loving the feel of her full breasts in his mouth and hands. His own body reminded him to hurry this up, it needed release of its own but he was determined to get his mouth between her thighs before he entered her and let her milk his climax from him.
Willow, knowing Spike and his cunnilingus fetish, encouraged him, feeling herself getting closer to the brink of her own orgasm just thinking about watching Spike going down on another woman.
"That's it, baby," she told him. "Show her how talented your mouth is." He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. Without preamble, he quickly lowered his body so that he lay between Tara's legs and using his hands to lift her, pulled her warm wet mound up to his mouth. He moaned louder than she did. His tongue lapped up all the juices that had already flowed out of her and then his teeth, tongue and lips coaxed more from her body. He found that she liked him to alternately use his teeth against her clit and then lap at the length of her slit. When he pushed his tongue deep within her throbbing cunt, he felt her shutter and wrapped his mouth around her quivering flesh, drinking down her essence until she calmed.
He pulled himself up her body and kissed her as he poised himself at her entrance and he heard Willow's soft whisper as he sank deeper into the sweet oblivion of Tara.
Her voice turned serious once again as she repeated with love what Spike had said to her. "Do you think it's cheating? It's not, baby, I promise you. I'm here with you. You're doing this to make me happy. And I want to make you happy. I want to make Tara happy, too."
Her whispers took on a lighter tone as she repeated "I want to make this right for you. You can do this, Spike; you know you can. Haven't I been teaching you lots of delightful new things?" and she giggled again and said, "You'll have to teach Tara about peanuts."
"Yeah, peanuts," he repeated, thinking about the fun he could have with the two women.
"Peanuts?" Tara asked, but received only a wink and a "Tell ya later," from Spike before he went back to concentrating on her pleasure and changed his angle to expedite her climax before his body got ahead of his mind and became overcome with his own.
It was all too much for Tara, her senses on overload with Spike's body and Willow's voice and she screamed his name over and over as she felt a great fire erupt within her center and burn it's way outward, before going out but leaving her with it's warm glow.
She hadn't felt Spike's orgasm and opened her eyes to see him, still moving oh so slowly within her, his eyes closed. She could tell he was dragging it out, wanting to savor every exquisite feeling of being within her tight warmth. She relaxed under him and let him take his time, feeling the fire start to burn within her once again.
Willow saw Spike's tightly closed eyes and told him, "Open your eyes, Spike." He did. "Look at me. I want you to know who you're kissing." The kiss they shared was deep and passionate and soul-shattering.
"Squeeze him, baby" Willow said to Tara and they both smiled when they heard Spike's growl after her first clasp. Willow sat back and said, "Cum for me, Spike. Cum in Tara, but cum for me."
Her words pushed buttons that hadn't been pushed in a really long time, and looked into dark blue hooded eyes and pumped himself until he growled his release while Tara was squeezing him unmercifully in her own. Willow leaned over and smiled before capturing Spike's mouth for the most erotic kiss she could ever remember. That had been unlike anything she'd ever known before, no wonder Spike had happily coerced her into having sex with Angel, if this is what he felt like when he watched.
Spike pulled away from her to look down at the unconscious blonde underneath him. Willow giggled when Spike asked her, "Why does this feel so familiar?" He pulled out of Tara and Willow covered her with the blanket. Spike crawled over to his red-headed goddess and asked, "Do I get to taste you now?"
She smiled and nodded and lay back on the carpet and let Spike worship her in the way that only he could. As they lay spent in each other's arms, she not letting him pull out and assuring him that his weight wasn't too much for her, Willow once again thanking the goddess for incredible vampire recovery time.
Looking over at the still sleeping Tara, she asked Spike, "Is this what you and Angel did after I passed out?"
He grinned at her and asked, "What do you think?"
She smiled right back at him, "I think next time, I'd like you to wake me up so I can watch."
"So, how much money exactly do you have?"
Spike opened an eye and looked at the clock.
'It's only nine o'clock in the bloody morning! What is she going on about at this indecent hour? Okay, yes, I love her, but does that mean she gets to wake me up at ungodly hours with stupid questions?' The thoughts brought images of Willow to the forefront of his consciousness and her bright smile and glistening green eyes made him smile. 'I guess it does at that.' He gave in and sat up.
"Now what was that, luv?"
"How much money exactly do you have?" she repeated after giving him a quick kiss.
"Exactly the same amount that you have," was the best answer he could come up with, not having yet really woken up. And he planned to keep it that way. He loved her, yes, but he was still going back to sleep as soon as she was done asking him silly questions.
"Then we're broke?" she asked, aghast. "I thought you said -"
Her meaning had just penetrated and he interrupted her. "It's not mine, pet, it's ours. And uh, I dunno, hundred million?"
Willow just stared at him. Then she slapped him in the chest - hard.
"Spike! Wake up! I'm trying to be serious. Tara and I want to go shopping for the house and I need to know how much we can afford to spend. Am I going to This End Up or John Hancock's Fine Furnishings?"
"Go anywhere you bloody please, I don't care," Spike said, yawning and attempting to snuggle back under the covers.
She was barely holding in her temper now. 'Stupid vampires! They have no idea what the real world is like. Live in nasty dirty crypts or steal whatever they want.'
"SPIKE!"
He sprang back up, suddenly awake. "What's wrong?"
"How. Much. Money. Do. You. Have. - I. Have. To. Buy. Furniture."
"Didn't I already answer this question?" He was almost sure he had; maybe he had dreamt it.
"No."
He sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, trying to wake up a little and get rid of the headache that was forming near his temples.
"Willow, it's our money - yours and mine. All of the accounts are in both our names. Didn't I give you a checkbook?" He was pretty sure he had. "And a bunch of those little plastic cards?"
"Yes," she confirmed. "But the checkbook had no amount in it. And I'm not a fan of putting things on credit that I can't afford to pay for later. And what are the credit limits by the way? Just in case. How much do you - we" she amended quickly at his look, "We - how much do we have?"
He went back to rubbing his headache away. Money was only for emergencies so he'd never really paid much attention. Whenever he'd get ten or twenty thousand, he'd open up an account in whatever city he was in and hire an accounting firm to watch it for him, always making sure the firm was aware that the account would be open indefinitely, and what would happen to them if they tried to swindle him. It was a good system, had never had a problem in over a century.
He'd had that lady accountant that Giles recommended track down all the money, and she had it all transferred to banks in the US, but it was spread out all over the place, something about only a certain amount being insured in each bank, he hadn't really been paying attention. The money was for Willow, not himself.
He looked into her waiting face and knew she wouldn't believe him, so he pointed her in the right direction. "Don't know the exact amount. Left all the paperwork with Rupert, I didn't want it sitting around until I had everything straightened out and got the ring and all. Go ask him for it, he's probably wonderin' why you haven't called round for it yet. I told him to hold it til you asked for it."
His task done, he promptly fell back under the covers and was snoring before Willow got to the bedroom door. 'How do guys do that?' she wondered, not for the first time. 'They can be asleep before their head even hits the pillow.' She smiled and closed the door quietly, going downstairs to collect Tara and head over to Giles' apartment.
"Giles, this can't be right," Willow said for something like the twenty-third time.
"Hold on, hold on," Tara said absently as she added the numbers up yet again. Giles' really had to get over his fear of technology and break down and get a calculator. Maybe even an adding machine, those were old enough to have proven themselves, right?
"Final total," Tara announced, "and for the seventeenth consecutive time - is one hundred thirty-nine million, four hundred twelve dollars and eight cents. Sorry, Willow."
"Why would you possibly be sorry about that?" Giles demanded of Tara. "I just don't understand this generation. Once upon a time marrying a wealthy man was considered quite the thing to do. Have times really changed that much?" It was only ten thirty in the morning, but he poured himself two fingers of scotch anyway and sat down heavily on his couch, deciding to ignore them until they went away.
"Oh, wait," Tara yelled.
Willow turned around hopefully, praying that Tara had realized her mistake.
"AT&T, Apple, Microsoft, Western Telegraph and Telephone, IBM, um, one, two, three…" her voice dwindled out as she counted. "Forty-one altogether. Stocks, most of them blue chip. There's some bonds here too."
Willow started to cry and Giles looked on in shocked incomprehension as Tara held Willow in her arms, letting her cry out her tears and whispering comforting words about everything working itself out.
He poured himself another three fingers of scotch.
Xander and Anya made a timely entrance and Willow jumped to her feet and bound toward Anya.
"Anya! Oh, Anya - you are just the person I need to see. Please," she drug the girl toward the desk, "Sit down here and go through all of this stuff and tell me exactly what it all means! Please? Pretty please?"
"Sure," Anya answered with a shrug. "What's it all about?"
"Money." Tara answered with a heavy heart.
"Wills," Xander came to stand by his oldest friend. "You got money problems? I haven't got much but whatever I have it's yours," he offered with a consoling hug.
"That's not really the problem," she complained and buried her head in her hands, Tara's arms enfolding her once again.
A confused Xander decided to wait until Anya had explained the problem because the only money problems he had ever heard about involved not having any. He headed into the kitchen and pulled out a container of strawberry cheesecake yogurt and a spoon. He hopped up on the counter and ate while he awaited Anya's announcement.
After one hour and thirty-four minutes, Anya, notepad in her hand, turned to everybody, except Giles, who had fallen asleep on the couch and gave her analysis.
"William Aurelius and Willow Rosenberg have one hundred thirty-nine million, four hundred twelve dollars and eight cents in several hundred banks around the country. They also -"
"WHAT!" Xander interrupted.
"Be quiet, honey, let me finish. They also own a nice healthy stock portfolio and some rather promising bonds. They own three houses and an apartment in Venice - although why Venice, I really don't know, I like Milan so much better -"
"Venice Beach?" Willow asked hopefully.
"No, Venice, Italy, silly," Anya chided. "Now let me finish."
"There's more?" Xander squeaked.
"Will you all please just shut up!" She'd never get finished at this rate. "Both the other houses are being rented at a very nice profit, but the apartment is sitting empty. You really should talk to Spike about that, he's just flushing good money down the toilet if he leaves it empty. All of your major credit cards have no limit and the department store ones have limits of one hundred thousand dollars each. And hey, he actually owns the Desoto, but I don't see any papers here for the motorcycle, so maybe I shouldn't have brought that up. No other vehicles. There's also a trust here for Dawn that she gets part of when she turns eighteen and the rest when she turns twenty-two. Let's see, where did I write that… oh, here it is. She gets five hundred thousand when she turns eighteen and five million when she turns twenty-two. No conditions, the money going to Joyce if Dawn should die before reaching either of those ages. Nothing about Buffy, hmm. What if both Dawn and Joyce die? What's Buffy supposed to do? That money would have rightfully been hers when Joyce died, it's only fair that she-"
"Ahn!" Xander broke up her speech on financial ethics. "Not the point, hon."
"Sorry, I was just saying. Anyway, that's it. Nothing else. Congratulations, Willow on your very sound choice of a wealthy husband."
Willow started crying again, worse than before. Xander went to sit on Willow's other side and tried to help Tara console her.
"Humans!" Anya huffed. "I really will never understand humans," she said as she picked up Giles' scotch and finished it off.
Somehow, he knew it was coming. This morning had been a blur, he'd been asleep; he wasn't really paying attention, but he did remember enough to know that Hurricane Willow was going to coming crashing down on him.
He woke at three and knew there was something he had to remember. But what? Well, obviously it had to do with Red, everything important had to do with Red, but what exactly? Something about 'a hundred million'. He distinctly remembered her talking to him and he had answered 'a hundred million'. What had the question been? How much he loved her? No, couldn't have been that, there was no end to how much he loved her and even in sleep he wouldn't have answered something so lame as '
a hundred million'.
Then what? What else had she said?
Furniture. She'd said the word 'furniture'. But what did 'a hundred million' have to do with furniture? He had no idea, so that must not have been it.
At sundown, he went outside and pulled out his cigarettes. He lit one, still trying to remember the conversation.
And what's taking her so long anyway? How much furniture did they need? It's not that big of a house. Living room, dining room, kitchen, study for Red's computer, a bathroom and three bedrooms. Well, two bedrooms and Spike's playroom. He had plans for one of those rooms upstairs and he really should have mentioned it to Willow because what if she bought furniture for it - could they take it back? Can you take furniture back? He wasn't sure, never having actually bought furniture before. He'd never really bought much of anything before Red, vampires don't work that way. But he stayed on the straight and narrow for his girl - well, as straight and narrow as you could get if you pushed the barriers as far as they'd go. He threw the filter of his finished cigarette on the ground and lit up another one. He'd have to get a plant out here so he'd have somewhere to throw his stubs. Sighing and cursing himself for doing it, he went and picked up the burned out stub and shoved it into his half empty pack. He took out another fag and tried to justify himself for not littering in his own yard as he lit another it. When he couldn't come up with a good reason, other than Willow's smiling face, he gave up and looked around at his new home.
He hadn't really looked at it before he bought it. He knew Red loved it, she said as much every time they passed it and when he'd seen the For Sale sign, he pulled it out of the ground and drove to the realtor and said he'd take it. He'd put the realtor in touch with Giles' accountant and all he'd done was sign the papers. When Willow had insisted on giving him her Power of Attorney when he moved in together, she'd said it was so that he could sign the consent forms at the hospital in case anything happened to her and that made sense. He didn't know then just how handy that piece of paper would be when he wanted to buy her a house.
He'd had no idea what a 'closing' was, so he'd asked his sire to go with him to make sure he didn't get swindled. The poof had had to go through one when he bought that dilapidated excuse for a hotel so he knew what to expect. The realtor and the accountant had made it sound so important that he'd expected the Inquisition. All it meant was that he had to sit at a table and sign papers for three hours. He'd gotten a cramp and wanted Angel to sign some of them, after all, the wanker had been forging his signature for over a century and did it so well that even Spike couldn't tell the difference, but nobody seemed to like that idea. Except the poof. He seemed to think it was hilarious.
It was a nice house. Turn of the century, porch went all the way around, which was nice, he liked that. It was light blue, which he wasn't crazy about, but all that mattered was that Red liked it. Good size backyard, at least for California. Lots of trees back there, useful for providing shade to flammable vampires. Maybe he'd hire somebody to build a deck and get one of those big shade things that came out over the top so he could come out with Red in the daytime. How did one go about hiring someone to do that? He'd ask Giles, the man did almost nothing handy, he must have to hire people all the time. Wonder what something like that costs?
SHIT!
MONEY. That's what Red had been going on about. 'A hundred million' DOLLARS. He knew exactly what she'd be thinking. Rich. Millionaire. Didn't tell me. Liar. Rich. Mousy little nothing Willow. Millionaire. Does not compute.
She'd be as wrong as a person could be, but that's what she'd be thinking. Great! How was he gonna straighten this out?
"SPIKE! Spike, how dare you! Why didn't you tell me? SPIKE!"
She wasn't even in the door yet. He sat on the bed waiting for her. He'd wait for her to come to him, maybe a little of her anger would burn off by the time she found him.
"SPIKE! Where are you? You can't do this to me! You should have told me! Spike!"
She found him sitting on the bed, hands folded on his lap looking like an innocent child patiently waiting for his teacher.
"You liar! You lied to me! You're rich! And not just rich! Filthy stinking rich! You never have any money. How do you have money? The only money you have is what Angel gives to you, did Angel give you this money? Give it back! I don't want it, do you hear me? I don't want or need or - or - or want this much money! Or the houses! Or the stocks! Or the bonds! Where did you get stocks and bonds? Did you steal them? NO! Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Give it back, do you hear me!? I don't want it! And by the way, where are the papers for the motorcycle because if you stole it, you're giving it right back, mister!"
She took a deep breath. "Well?"
"I meant -"
"WHY? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me? Did you think I'd only want you for your money, because Spike, you know me better than that - or at least you should! I don't care about money, I really don't and if you have all of this money why aren't you with some supermodel or princess or something? In fact, I wondered about that even before the money. I mean, look at you! You're - you're - well, you know what you are! And you're just so wonderful. Okay, yeah, hyper and okay, sometimes kinda annoying and well, a little immature, but that's one of the things I LOVE about you. But you're rich! Like Thurston Howell III rich and you didn't tell me!"
When she paused again in her ranting, she looked up to see that Spike was no longer on the bed.
"Where?"
He was standing by his closet, holding her pretty black leather collar.
"Willow, put this on."
"Spike! Just answer -"
"YOU WON'T LET ME! Now. Put. This. On."
She was beautiful. Fuming, seething mad, but beautiful. She crossed her arms in front of her, the action pushing her breasts up just a little higher and he almost popped out of his trousers looking at her. "Please?"
She didn't like it, but she sat on the bed and pulled her hair up, allowing him to buckle the collar around her throat. He'd told her it was only a game and that she could take it off whenever she didn't like the game anymore. If he didn't give her some answers, and really quick, she'd end this game and make him eat this leather.
"Sit back and get comfortable." She couldn't imagine being comfortable right now, but she did sit up against the headboard and he reached behind her to prop some pillows up for her to lean against.
"It's not Angel's money." He started pacing as he talked.
She opened her mouth and at her first sound he said, "No! No. You're going to let me finish. It's my money, mine and yours. I've been around for a long time, Red and I've um, 'collected' quite a bit of money. And those people are all long dead, so I can't give it back.
"Money earns interest, making it more money. Vampires, luv, well, vampires don't really have much use for money. So I'd just put in a bank. It's what I did while I was human, seemed like the thing to do after I got vamped. After all, you never know, somebody might need to be bribed or sometimes we came to a town and Dru liked the dressmaker and didn't want me to kill her, so we'd have to pay for her new clothes. Angelus liked the idea, so he started doing it too. It became a game, how much money we could acquire. There were banks and investments and stocks; I'm rather good at the stock market if I do say so myself, although lately, it's been rather - well, that's not the point. I've only been here two hundred and change years, and you and me, we're gonna be around for a millennia. Doesn't it make sense that some time during that thousand years, we might need money?"
He waited for her answer and she nodded. She wasn't talking to him yet, that couldn't be good. What he didn't know was that she had considered other, less innocent, gestures to throw his way, but decided against them. He was making sense, even if she was mad at him, but she didn't have to give in - yet.
"Me, I would have been happy to leave it all where it was, but you're not really the 'want, take, have' type, luv. You want to pay for what you get. And since I want you to continue letting me make love to you, I have to pay for things now too."
He gave her his half-smile and saw her start to loosen up a bit.
"And I didn't want to hide it from you. I wanted you to know all about it, no secrets." Actually, it just had never occurred to him not to bring it all together now that he had need for some of it. If he was getting it, he may as well get it all. But Red didn't have to know that.
"If you don't want it, throw it away, give it away, I don't care, it's for you, not me. Spend what you want and ignore the rest. I haven't touched it since ought three, almost forgot about it. But then I fell in love with this stunningly beautiful human girl," he took off his shirt and started crawling up the bed toward Willow, "who can make me do anything," he kissed her cheek, "including things that are," he kissed her other cheek, "shudder, gasp, decent." He kissed her neck and she giggled. "So I'm pretending to be," he kissed the skin exposed above the v-neck of her shirt, "an upstanding member of society," he lifted the shirt and kissed her tummy, "while we all know that I'm really," he lightly bit her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra, "A bad, rude man." His smile made her melt, just like she knew she was going to before he was done.
He sat back on his heels and pulled her shirt over her head as she smiled. She gasped when he used his fangs to tear through the fabric of her pink satin bra. He gave her right nipple a single lick before sitting back up and stating with a smirk, "Now I think somebody," his index finger flicked the now hardened nipple, "Deserves to be punished for having no faith in me and treating me so shabbily."
An involuntary chill went down Willow's spine.
"Since I'm in an indulgent mood," he was peeling off her shorts, "I'll let my stunningly beautiful human slave," he emphasized the 'slave' and lifted his eyebrow in her direction, "Pick out what she'd like to be punished with." He pulled off her sandals and lay back on the bed and smiled.
As Willow ran to the closet to pick out which toys she wanted him to use on her, he thought out loud, "I'm just too nice, that's my problem."