Sex101
Chapter Four
She was at the crypt at six o'clock as requested. Her hands were sweaty and she was almost incoherent; she was so nervous. A field trip? Where would they be going? She hoped it wasn't far; she had a paper to finish writing before class tomorrow. She purposely hadn't finished it the night before so that she would have a handy excuse to leave, should she need one. And as nervous as she was, she was sure she would need one.
Spike once again anticipated her knock and stepped back to let her in. She had a grocery bag filled with pigs' blood and one container of Willie's special O neg and she handed it to him. He grabbed it and put it in the refrigerator but made no comment.
"C'mon," he said, closing the door and heading for the ladder that led to the tunnels down below. She followed him without comment, not wanting to ask questions she probably didn't want the answers to.
She was surprised to find that the lower floor was astonishingly well appointed. It was even clean. Spike had a large - it looked king-size - bed in a room that had beautiful tapestries on the walls. There was even a dresser in which, she supposed, he placed his other sets of black jeans and t-shirts. Did he have other clothes? She'd love to peek in and see…
No, back to the errand at hand. Where were they going? What were they going to do when they got there? Should she be afraid? All questions that would remain unasked and unanswered.
She followed him into the tunnels and almost gagged on the smell. How could Spike stand it with his ultra-sensitive olfactory senses? She supposed he must be used to it.
He led her down one tunnel and then into another, turning left and right so often that she couldn't have found her way back if her life depended on it - and considering what lived down here, it just might one day.
"So you said there would be rules," Spike interrupted her reverie.
"Rules, yes, we should have rules." She sounded very unsure and Spike smiled to himself.
"Like no getting naked."
"Definitely need that rule. And no - no touching. I don't want you to feel like a -" but she couldn't make herself say the word.
Spike stopped and reached out a hand and touched her arm with one finger. Willow almost jumped.
"Not gonna bite you, luv, but there will have to be some touching. There's just no way to get through this without it. And don't worry about me feeling like a gigolo, been made to feel much worse in my time here on earth."
He started walking again and Willow followed him.
"Who?" she asked.
"Who what?"
"Who made you feel worse?"
This wasn't a topic he wanted to get into. He was the Big Bad after all and it wouldn't do to let his guard down even for a second around the Scoobies. He didn't trust her to -
But isn't that what he was asking her to do? To trust him with her deepest and darkest secrets? If he wanted her to let him in, he was going to have to extend her the same courtesy. But could he trust her? He looked at her and she was till looking at him with that innocent, wide-eyed expression as she waited for him to answer.
Spike shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Angelus, Darla, The Master made me feel like the littlest worm that he could just step on and crush into unbeing. Even Dru, at times."
Willow couldn't believe that there were people - well, demons - who could make Spike - evil, unchipped Spike! - feel like less than the master vampire he so obviously was. Or used to be. Would be again? He may be playing along with them now but she had no doubts that he would regain that throne if ever the chip was somehow removed.
But would he? He'd changed - or seemed to. He understood them a little better now, they weren't just food anymore. She hoped that she wasn't anyway.
If Willow could have seen into Spike's mind, she would have known that the exact same thoughts were occurring to him at that moment.
It was almost thirty minutes before they made their way up a ladder and into a small dark room that looked like the back room to a store. As they made their way through the door, Willow saw that she was right - it was a store.
A porn store! Spike had brought her to an adult store for her first lesson in… well, maybe that made sense. But if he expected her to watch one of these movies - no way was she going to do that. She'd always heard that the sex in pornographic movies was ridiculous anyway; he couldn't expect her to learn anything from these, could he?
"Walk around, get comfortable in yer skin," he told her before walking away.
Walk around? She could do that. But there was no way she was ever going to be able to be comfortable in here. There was just too much - ooh, what is that?
She saw a display of bondage equipment and even though this was way out of her league, she noticed that some of the things - blindfolds and fuzzy handcuffs - came in a pretty pink colour. That somehow made it not so scary. She took a calming breath and walked on, telling herself that this was all for Oz and that she would do anything she had to do to make him happy. If Spike thought all this would help her somehow, then it probably would. She steeled her resolve and vowed to make the most of this.
She moved down the wall and found a selection of shoes, some with spikey heels that would have made her fall over, had she ever had the courage to wear them. Many of the shoes and boots were made with very high platforms and although these didn't look any more enticing, she thought they might be easier to walk in. Not that she ever would.
Unless Oz was into all this? Probably not. Was Spike?
The next section had wigs in a variety of rainbow colours and some more natural looking ones too. One of them was a fall of auburn curls and she wished she had the nerve to try it on; it looked so pretty. She quickly moved away before she got tempted.
She continued to stroll around the store, surveying each thing with more interest than she was showing on the outside. She thought maybe some of these items would help a person's sex life and the things like massage oil and the lingerie looked more her speed. It occurred to her that it was really nice of Spike to let her wander around on her own, thereby sparing her the embarrassment of having him watch her every move.
She carefully avoided the movie section. She didn't think she was ready yet to handle even seeing the covers of some of these movies. When she at last found herself standing in front of a wall of vibrators, Spike reappeared.
"You own one of these?" he asked.
She was too embarrassed to answer so she just shook her head.
"We're gonna change that. Pick one ya like."
There was no way she was going to pick out a vibrator in front of Spike. The one she was currently standing in front of was ten inches long and had a girth she thought impossible to find in normal human anatomy.
"You like that one?"
"No!" she said - way too loudly, making some of the other patrons turn and look her way.
Spike smiled. "Yer gonna have to get used to being around sex toys if you want me to teach ya anythin'. Especially as this isn't, according to yer own rules, gonna get physical between us." He reached up and found a more sedate six inch one in a pearlescent blue shade.
"How 'bout this one?"
Not knowing how to get out it of she nodded and said, "I guess."
"Don't guess, Red, take a look at it, hold it in yer hand. Do you think you could handle this one or not?"
She nervously took hold of the box and looked through the plastic film covering the front.
It wasn't so bad. Embarrassing, yes, but it didn't burn her hand or make her burst into flames like she was afraid it might. Ira Rosenberg's little girl with a vibrator in her hand - looked like it was time for her to grow up.
"This one's good."
Spike took it from her and walked up to the counter and paid for it. It seemed as if this little field trip wasn't going to be so bad after all. No movies, no blindfolds or whips. Just a harmless little vibrator.
As they left, he handed her the bag and she thanked him, hoping he understood that she was thanking him for more than just the gift.
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As they walked back to Spike's crypt, through the streets this time since it was after dark, Willow got more nervous with every step. The vibrator was harmless compared to other things in the store, but now that she had it, what was she supposed to do with it? And how was Spike going to help?
She'd said no getting physical and she'd meant it. There was no way she was going to use this in front of Spike!
As they neared the center of town, Willow wanted nothing more than to get out of there - fast. Good thing she gave herself that handy excuse of the paper that needed finishing.
But instead of turning toward the cemetery, Spike veered left, toward the college and her dorm. When he dropped her off at the door to Stephenson Hall, he said, "That's lesson one for you. You now own a sex toy. It'll improve yer sex life if you can get over yer hesitation and use the thing. With or without Oz. Be at my crypt tomorrow at six for yer next lesson. Bring the vibrator."
She looked at him like he'd said a dirty word.
"Pet, yer gonna have to get used to this right quick if you want these lessons to pay off. Trust me now, I won't make it hurt, I promise."
She nodded, but still looked very unsure. She told herself that he was right, she'd asked for this and she had to take what came. She'd trusted him enough to ask for this and he'd agreed. She promised herself she'd think less and just do what he told her.
He left her standing there and headed for Holy Hills Cemetery, more than ready for a little violence. He needed to do something physical to work off the tension he had from watching sweet little Red wander around that store. Just picturing her in that pink bondage gear was going to keep him hard for a month.
This was going to be trickier than he'd first anticipated. Maybe Anya was smarter than she looked. She'd helped him get close to Willow, yes, but in a way that had her nervous about his every move. He'd have to find a way in, that was for sure.
But how?