Sex101
Chapter Seven
This wasn't what Willow had in mind when she signed up for these lessons.
What had she expected, really?
She wasn't sure, but it certainly wasn't lying on Spike's bed fully clothed with a scrap of red velvet tied across her eyes as a blindfold while his hands touched the skin of her legs and neck. He'd said it was a lesson in sensuality - of learning what you liked - and learning who you trusted. She trusted Oz, she really did; so did she really need this lesson?
It had been a surprise when Spike led her down to the lower part of his crypt and told her to kick off her sneakers. She'd been all prepared to talk to him about moving the lessons to her parents' house but the look in his eyes made her forget. The look was one of pure want; no one could mistake that look for anything else. She'd been confused by it and in her confusion, she'd acquiesced and sat on the bed, taking off her sneakers as he'd instructed. And having no idea what to expect.
He'd grabbed a length of red cloth and covered her eyes with it; she was surprised to find it was velvet - where did Spike get red velvet?
And now here she was, lying on Spike's bed, being turned on like never before by the touch of his finger as it ran across the back of her knee.
She had to remember to think of Oz. She was doing this for him - wanting to be ready for his return. But it was hard when Spike was touching her like this. Hard to remember what had motivated her to do this in the first place. Hard to remember Oz - her boyfriend - the one that had left her…
Spike's hand touched her elbow and she forgot all the things she was or wasn't supposed to think about.
"Live in the moment, luv - that's what sex is all about. Just think about yer partner and what he's doing to you - or you ta him. Don't crowd yer mind with things that don't matter right now."
Live in the moment - check. So forget about Oz - but she couldn't. He was the reason she was here, wasn't he?
He was the reason she was… Oh, that feels good...
Spike had touched a spot on the back of her neck that was just… ooh. She'd never known she had a spot like that, no one had ever touched her there before now; and it was Spike - of all people - who discovered it. Not Oz, Spike. She let her mind be sad for a moment that this was something Oz should have known before she stopped and made herself concentrate on the lesson. She was never going to get anywhere if she let herself be Miss Can't-Get-Over-The-Past.
His hand traveled back down her arm and she let the thought go.
Live in the moment…
Sensuality…
Trust…
It was hard to trust Spike but she was learning. He'd promised not to touch her anywhere that wasn't uncovered and he'd kept his promise. She kept remembering the night she'd had to climax with the vibrator - the things she thought about Spike that night. Not Oz, Spike. About him kissing her. She almost wanted him to kiss her now 'Touch me'- but would that be disloyal to Oz?
He's the one who'd left her after all. She hadn't gone anywhere; she hadn't broken off their relationship without even a note or a phone call; he'd called Devon to pack his things, not her. He was really and truly gone.
So would it be wrong to want Spike to kiss her now? To touch her in places that were covered in silk and cotton? To move his hand just a few inches to the left or a foot north? And his voice - it made her want to melt into the blankets and stay there for days.
She sighed unconsciously and Spike smiled. She wanted him, he knew it and so did she. But getting her to admit it was going to be difficult.
He hadn't planned on doing the lesson with the blindfold today but when she walked in wearing those shorts and tank top he'd changed the schedule. So much skin to touch. He'd promised he wouldn't touch anything that was covered and he hadn't - he kept his promises. She'd never trust him again if he didn't. But oh, wouldn't he love for her to ask him to undress her and then…
He pulled his mind back to reality. There was no sense wishing for things he couldn't have. Not yet, but soon. Patience, m'boy.
He guided his hand across the back of her neck and noticed that she shivered - but was it a good shiver or a bad shiver?
"All right, luv?"
"Mmm," she replied, relaxing even more into the mattress.
Now she was getting into it. He'd felt her reticence at first and so he'd let her wage that battle in her head - he knew he'd win, in the end. He was here and Oz was nowhere to be found. Gone, as if he'd never been.
Spike heard her sweet moan once again and decided to bring this lesson to a close - if he didn't, he might not be able to stop himself from doing something stupid.
He stood abruptly and Willow lifted the blindfold and looked at him through lowered eyes.
"Time's up, luv - think you've got it. Be back here on Friday at two - I got another field trip planned, so don't be late."
Bewildered and somewhat ashamed for having let herself enjoy this lesson maybe a bit too much, Willow put her sneakers back on and left.
Spike sat in his chair for a long time after, smoking and guzzling down a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Either he had to be less hands-on or Willow had to give in soon.
These lessons were taking their toll and if he wasn't careful, he'd start forgetting this was just a game.
A necessary game though. One he needed to get through in order to get his chip out - mustn't forget the chip. After all, that was what this was all about, winning the bet so he could wish the bloody chip gone.
* * * * * * * *
He sought Anya out at the Watcher's house the next night.
"Things're going well," he told her while the others were in the kitchen getting pizza and soda. "Just a bit more to go and I'll have that kiss, but I need a favour from you first."
"Sure," she promised with a smile. And then he outlined his plan.
* * *
He joined Buffy that night for patrol once again; letting her think the Watcher had sent him. It was the only sure way to work off some of the excess energy without listening to her complain that she didn't need him. She did handle herself well, he'd give her that.
But when they ran into a Vorlex't'nash, she was happy to have his help. It took both of them to take down the burly seven-foot demon and they got enough of a workout that Spike would have been sweating at the end, had he been capable of it.
He walked her back to the dorm and saw that their light was still on. Willow must still be awake.
Studying, he hoped - not consumed with guilt for enjoying his touches. That girl was going to have figure out her own mind and right soon or just might go crazy with waiting for her.
He stopped on the way back to his crypt to kill two more fledgling vampires just risen from the grave - but it didn't work out the kinks like he'd been hoping it would.
* * * * * * * *
Willow was there on time the following day, ready or not for another field trip. Spike didn't say much, just led her once again down to the tunnels and through another twisted maze of lefts and rights.
"Now, one of the secrets of sex is to start out feeling sexy - makes you relax and enjoy the ride. If you feel sexy, yer partner will get turned on and get into it -and you. Bet you never once tried to seduce Dogboy. Bet you let him make all the first moves, didn't ya?"
"Feeling sexy? But I'm not sexy, Spike. I'm just me - unsexy Willow."
"That's yer first problem. Get over yerself. Every woman is sexy in her own way."
He led her through a manhole to the street and quickly ran into a nearby door, trying not to burst into flames as he ran with his coat over his head.
Willow hadn't had time to get the name of the place they were entering but she saw once inside that it was a bar. A very dark bar with a stage, the only light coming from a spotlight that illuminated a single pole.
"Oh no."
A woman came through a door in the back and she smiled when she saw them. She hugged Spike and held out her hand to Willow.
"I'm Marguerite. You must be Willow."
Willow shook her hand and tried not to blush. She had a feeling about what this woman's job description was and why, in turn, Willow was standing here with her.
"Spike, I can't do this."
Marguerite laughed. "He said you'd say that. C'mon, anyone can do this, really. Look at me, I'm not sex symbol material and I do all right."
Marguerite was what most people might call 'a little overweight' but Willow called 'curvy'. Either way, she still looked too heavy for pole dancing.
"Look, its easy." Marguerite led the way up a set of steps and onto the stage. She hopped up onto the pole and slowly lowered herself back to the stage. "You try it. You're a little thing, it should be a piece of cake for you."
Willow just shook her head.
"Oh, you're going to be a tough one, huh? Spike had you pegged." She laughed. "Look, I teach pole dancing for exercise. I'm not here to talk you into becoming an exotic dancer. Spike just wants you to get the hang of this. Let you see yourself in a sexier light."
Willow glared at… the place Spike had been. He was gone. Willow sighed. Well, this would definitely be easier without him watching.
She didn't know why she was doing this. It wasn't like she really believed anymore that Oz was coming back. But she'd asked Spike to do this and she'd see it through.
It turned out pole dancing wasn't just about stripping. It was about learning how to move in sexy ways and Willow was both shocked and happy when she saw herself in the mirrors looking downright… well maybe not sexy but something close. She flipped her body this way and that, whatever Marguerite told her to do. She learned how to flip her hair and drop her chin, making her face look sultry. She learned how to move her hips in a way that made her look… wow - sexy.
Little Willow Rosenberg, my how you have grown.
Spike turned up again at four-thirty along with another man who was introduced as the bartender, Joe.
"Finished?" Spike asked Marguerite.
"She's a natural."
Spike looked a question at Willow, who was obviously tired.
"I did all right, I guess."
"Well, let's get a move on, part two of today's lesson starts in an hour."
"Part two?"
"Shopping - with Anya."
"Oh boy."