Sex101
Chapter Six
The lights were low in the Bronze as Willow sat and fidgeted with her napkin. She tried to remember how to make an origami swan. Everyone else was dancing and she had seen Spike come in a few minutes earlier. She really, really, really didn't want him to come over and talk to her. She was terrified that he'd somehow know what she had been thinking while doing her homework last night.
Spike had this unique knack for reading minds when you least wanted him to; even Buffy had mentioned it.
Buffy.
Buffy talking about Spike's fantastic kisses.
She ripped the napkin into shreds and forced her brain to think about something else.
She wanted to keep this professional. Getting personal was a one-way ticket to badness. She couldn't fall for her sex instructor!
She giggled to herself. How ridiculous was this conversation? Especially considering it wasn't really a conversation anyway and was just an internal monologue. She really had to stop answering herself!
She saw Spike walking toward her; her head fell to the tabletop and she banged her forehead on it twice. Just what she needed.
Spike saw her sitting there, banging her head on the table. He wondered what had caused her to do that. Just his presence? Maybe she hadn't done her homework last night.
He was going to have a serious tiff with her if she hadn't. He'd endured the slayer's bitchy whine all evening as he kept her out so that Willow would have the privacy to…
Willow's heart was pounding so wildly he thought he was going to go deaf from it. What had set her off? He looked around but there were no demons to be seen, just… him. And he wasn't what had set her off - was he?
No, surely not.
She was definitely very nervous about something. She couldn't be that afraid of him just over not doing her bloody homework.
"Look, Red, if it was that difficult to…" Her face was bright red. Heart attack bright.
"Luv? You all right?"
"Fine," squeaked out past her lips.
"You don't look fine. You look like yer havin' a stroke."
"I - I'm -" Willow took several deep breaths, trying to calm down her heart rate. "I'm fine," she said finally, after getting her breathing regular again.
"Look, if you didn't do yer homework-"
"I did it," she interrupted with a whisper, but she looked at the floor while she said it.
Oh, so that's what was bothering her.
"Look, luv, I told you, yer goin' ta hafta get over this shyness if we're gonna-"
"It's not that."
"No?" He didn't seem as if he believed her.
The others chose then to return to the table. Spike was going to leave but Riley pulled a chair over from another table and sat down in it, leaving Spike in the chair he had appropriated.
"Here to make sure I patrol properly again tonight?" Buffy asked with a sigh.
"What now?" Xander asked, in his usual asinine way.
"Spike followed me around last night, telling me I wasn't being thorough in my patrols. Giles has been on me for weeks saying the same thing so I think Giles sent him, even though he's Mr. Denial."
Willow looked calmer, now that the Peanut Gallery had arrived, Spike noted. Whatever was causing the stammer and the blushing, it must have had something to do with him - or her homew-
A new idea occurred to Spike. Maybe it had to do with him and her homework. Together. As in…
He couldn't resist the smile that formed on his lips and he was disconcerted to see Anya smiling back at him. Well, she did have a stake in this in a backward kind of way. He winked at her as the others talked on, letting her know that he believed he was getting closer to his goal.
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Spike set the stage for their lesson the following day. He lit several candles and set them around the crypt; then he removed his shirt, poured two glasses of wine, and waited for Willow.
She arrived late; it was almost full dark when she knocked on the door.
"Yer late, pet," he mildly chastised as he held open the door for her.
"Yeah, I know," she said as she walked in. It was a moment before she looked at him and saw his bare chest. Her heartbeat picked up in rhythm and he knew then that he was right. Willow was beginning to have feelings for him.
He'd have to play this right if he wanted to get her into bed. He wanted a playmate, not an unlifetime commitment, and Willow wasn't the sort that went to bed with just anyone.
"Got a new trick for you tonight," he confided as he closed the door. Night was closing in and the heat of the day was slowly dissipating. The crickets and other night sounds added just the right background accompaniment to Spike's seduction - everything was in place.
"Now, I know you said this wasn't to get physical," he said as he walked up behind her, "but this technique needs a little bit of touch to make it work. You up for it?"
In the interest of her education and in order to please… Oz, Willow acquiesced. She'd just keep focusing on Oz, pretend that everything Spike did was really being done by Oz.
She nodded her head and felt the nearness of him behind her. She closed her eyes and imagined that he was Oz.
"Here, this will help." He handed her a glass of wine and was surprised when she swallowed it in one big gulp. If she wasn't ready now, she never would be.
His finger traced the curve of her neck and he began.
"Now, this is a little trick that can quicken the heartbeat. Just something romantic that can really bring an edge to yer lovemaking."
She nodded again as his hand traveled down her side until her reached her waist.
He took her hand and led her to the bier where a candle was sitting.
"Need you to open yer eyes for this part."
She was obviously nervous but she kept telling herself this was for Oz.
"Now, gonna go first so you can see it doesn't hurt," Spike told her, lifting the candle and handing it to her before he scooted up onto the raised surface of the bier and lay on his back.
"Just pour the candle wax onto my stomach," he instructed. "Just a bit, don't spill it all out, just enough to give a good tingle."
She wasn't sure at all of this and Spike could see it in her eyes. "It's all right, luv, just let it fall."
Willow tipped the candle and watched as several drops of red wax fell onto the smooth ivory skin of Spike's stomach. She saw his muscles contract as the wax hit and heard a small chuckle escape his lips.
"Feels good, luv. Wanna give it a try?"
She nodded, even though she wasn't really sure. "Need to take this off, luv," he told her, grabbing the hem of her blouse. She was wearing her very modest white bra tonight, the one that covered more than her swimsuit did, so she felt reasonably safe. "Just this, just the top, gonna leave yer everythin' else where it is."
He lifted it slowly, making sure she understood what he was doing. He saw her closed eyes and thought she was probably trying to imagine it was Oz with her, doing this to her. That wouldn't do. He'd make sure she looked at him when the time came.
With closed eyes, she lifted her arms and let him pull the shirt off over her head. She tried to cover her bra with her arms but he wouldn't let her - they switched places; Spike taking hold of her waist to lift her onto the bier. She closed her eyes again after she was lying on her back so Spike said, "Look at me, luv," just before he let the wax fall.
Her intake of breath and the bright red against the paleness of her skin made him hard though he didn't let Willow know that.
"Feel good?"
She nodded, looking directly into his eyes. She closed hers again quickly and he smirked. He was getting to her, whether she wanted him to or not.
He let a few more drops fall and dipped his fingers into the hot wax, rubbing it around on her skin, letting the heat soak in. Her skin against his hand felt marvelous and he wished he could indulge more fully, but he knew rushing her wouldn't be wise. Willow was a woman to be savoured. Each little step was important to the full journey and he wasn't about to blow it.
Tasting Willow would have to be earned; he wouldn't get it for free and that was more than half the fun. Wasn't that what the bet with Anya had been about?
But seeing her now - like this - he almost wished he could…
Focus, William!
He got his mind back on what he was supposed to be doing.
"You see?" he asked Willow. "Got to take it slow. That's one of the first things to learn about sex. Most things go better if you don't rush them."
"I see," Willow said, slowly opening her eyes again.
Spike took a step back.
"End of lesson for today, pet."
Willow hopped off the bier and stood. "Can I, um, have my shirt back, please?"
Spike walked to the chair where he had dropped it and let her put it back on.
"How 'bout if I walk you home? Properly this time."
Willow smiled, remembering how Spike had followed her home last time, even though she had said she'd be fine.
"Sure."
Spike opened the door and let Willow precede him out. They walked in companionable silence and both were more than a little surprised by how easy they could be in each other's company.
When they at last reached Stephenson Hall, Spike stepped up and pushed a strand of hair behind Willow's ear.
"Night, Red."
"Goodnight, Spike."
Willow walked up to her room and glanced out the window. Spike was still down there, smoking a cigarette and he waited until she had waved to him before he walked away.