Having Fun...Willow Style

Title: Having Fun...Willow Style
Author: Mylenn (ME!)
E-Mail: lizsita@usa.net
Rating: I'm not so good at this so let's say, ummm . . . PG-14-or-15. There's some bad words but that's about it.
Distribution: Anya, Willfic, and pretty much anyone else. Please ask first and send me the webpage/URL. I like to see where my stories go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The God-That-Is-Joss owns them all. I'm not getting any money from this. This is just my way of having fun with the characters. If I kept all my fantasies and ideas to myself, my head would explode.
Summary: Willow's had a bad day and when one of the undead decide to play with her a bit, she shows them what the quiet ones can REALLY do!
Author's Note: I realize how stupid this story might seem to a few. But this is my reaction to a piece of fanfiction that I just read. I didn't like it so I sorta rewrote it. ON, and another thing. Please....FEEDBACK! I crave it.

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by Mylenn

"Where the hell is she?" Willow demanded of the trees around her. She was NOT in the mood to be waiting for Buffy to show up. They had agreed to meet in the Park at 8:00 so Buffy could go hunting before heading to the Bronze. That was twenty minutes ago and Willow was becoming increasingly pissed off.

Her day had started out with her waking up late and burning her breakfast making her late for school. The rest of the day had gone downhill from there. Her teachers ignored her, she couldn't find Buffy or Xander for a good part of the day and to top it all off the computer class that she taught decided to rebel and not show up. Not a single person made an appearance. After that little event she decided to take refuge in the Library only to find Giles ranting about another world-ending prophecy that was supposed to go down tonight.

A couple nerve-wracking, tension-filled, research-packed hours later Willow uncovered one little detail that affected everything. Yes, it WAS supposed to happen on the sixth day of the seventh month, and yes it WAS supposed to bring the end of the world, but not for at least another hundred years. Giles had just stuttered his way through a response when confronted with this news.

Then her mom called the library, looking for Willow. Apparently her mother and father had to leave on an impromptu business trip, and she had to cancel the much-anticipated "Girl's Night Out" that night. That left Willow with nothing to do, and no one to hang with. Oz was gone, Xander, Cordelia and Buffy were still missing-in-action, and she didn't want to spend another night in the Library. Three nights in a row was enough for anyone, including a book-nerd. Buffy had found her walking home from school, and suggested that they get together at the Bronze and have some fun. Willow reluctantly agreed and trudged home to change and pick up the standard stake and cross.

Willow leaned back against the wooden park bench, took a deep breath to try to calm herself and started silently counting backwards from 100.

<100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 9--! What was that?!!> she whipped her head back as something broke her thoughts. She listened closer. There it was again! A faint scraping sound was coming from behind her. About 4 or 5 meters away if she heard right.

Willow levered herself up off the bench and spun around, searching the darkness for a sign of the vamp she knew was hiding there.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," she sing-songed to the shadows that surrounded her. Nothing. Not a sound emanated from the inky blackness. "Dammit! I said COME OUT! I've had a really crappy day and I'm not in the mood to be your dinner!" Willow's voice rose steadily, and by the time she was finished she was screaming at the shadows, daring whoever was out there to attack her.

"Fuck this. I'm going home. Buffy can deal with you bastards and go to the Bronze by herself." Willow was a little shocked by her use of such language, but for all intents and purposes she couldn't care less..

"Now, now, now. Is the little bookworm a bit impatient?" A soft, chiding voice came from the shadows to her left. She spun around while she tried to figure out who it was. Inwardly, she groaned. She did NOT want to be meeting Spike in a park, at night.

"Spike...if that's you, please just come out. I'm not in the mood for any of your games tonight. If you leave know I won't show you what the quiet ones can do. ‘Kay?"

"Games, Pet? They aren't games." A shadowy figure emerged from the trees in front of her. Willow immediately recognized the sauntering walk and the peroxide-white hair. As he stepped closer she could make out his other features. He didn't have his demonic visage on and he was wearing his usual red shirt, black pants and leather trenchcoat. Spike walked right up to Willow and grinned evilly down at her. "Well pretty, I've come out. Are you ready to die now?"

She simply looked up at him with a blank expression on her face. She was shaking with rage inside. How DARE he be so cocky and egotistical! She was NOT going to give in to this self-centered, self-absorbed, poor excuse for a vamp. She was seething at his arrogance and certainty of her fate. Willow felt a strange calm descend over her as she looked up at him, cocked her head to the side and said just one word.

"No."

Willow quickly brought her knee up and it connected to his groin with a sickening *SLAP!* Next she balled up her two hands together and brought them down like a club. They hit Spike at the base of his neck. He dropped to his knees, clutching himself while groaning in pain. He couldn't believe THIS was the Slayer's shy, mousy friend. She wasn't supposed to be fighting. Suddenly, he realized just how badly he had screwed up by picking her for tonight's diner.

She kicked him again, putting all of her strength into it. It caught under the ribs, throwing him onto his back. He lay still for a moment, the impact stunning him. Spike tried to sit up, but found it impossible to do so. Willow had straddled his chest and was glaring down at him. She was pushing all of her weight down on him, keeping him in place. She also had a wicked looking stake aimed right over her heart. Spike decided to stay still for a little while. Any movement on his part would result with his being dusted. Not something he wanted to experience..

"Why couldn't you have gone somewhere else for dinner tonight, hmm? I don't need this, especially not right now. I've had a REALLY bad day and you're not helping any. Now do you see what happens when you catch me like this? You get dusted. Tch, Tch. Not very smart..."

Willow wasn't sure what she was going to do. She was still shocked she had won the quick fight. She shifted her weight a bit. His chest was hard and she was trying to get a bit more comfortable. Willow studied the face under her. Suddenly she did something that surprised and scared the Hell out of them both.

She kissed him.

Willow ruthlessly plundered his mouth, silently delighting in the fact that he had left his mouth open in shock. This allowed her to thoroughly explore his mouth with her tongue. He moaned into her mouth and, snapping out of his shock-induced stupor, returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm as her.

Spike rolled her over putting himself on top. He pushed her back into the grass, all the while kissing and caressing her.

Buffy walked into the park, an apology to Willow on the tip of her tongue but stopped at the sight that confronted her. There, right in front of her, was Spike and Willow making out like there was no tomorrow. She blinked, trying to convince herself it was a hallucination. Nope, still there. She didn't know if she should intervene. After all, there was no telling what Spike might do. She slipped into the shadows and simply waited for the situation to be explained to her.

Spike and Willow never even noticed her. They were embracing with a ferocity Willow had never known. She pulled Spike closer to her, if that was possible. All of a sudden, the reality of the situation struck her. She yanked herself away, gasping and trying to fill up her empty lungs. She looked up at Spike and it was obvious it had hit him too.

Simultaneously, they leaped up and stepped away from each other. Spike looked disoriented and Willow was still trying to replenish her deprived lungs.

"What the HELL was that, Pet?!"

"Ummmmm...I don't know?" she responded weakly.

"I'm just going to leave now and pretend this bloody well never happened." With that he started to leave.

"Me too," mumbled Willow, already leaving in the opposite direction.

"And luv, I'll remember your advice," Spike called to her.

She turned around, looking at him questioningly.

"The quiet ones CAN do some damage," he chuckled, winked then disappeared into the shadows. Willow looked stunned for a moment, then started out again.

"Willow what was THAT?" came a voice from the beside her.

Willow jumped, startled then relaxed visibly recognizing her friend.

"Having fun."

The End.........Or is it?

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