Ask Dear Spike
Willow was basking in Richard happiness. She had gotten her
smoochies and even a little bit more as their number of dates
increased. Most of their dates were of a casual nature. He had
even managed to talk her into going caving. He was very
persuasive. She managed to have fun without any bad flashbacks to
demons that like to skulk in caves and nibble on your skin.
Yes, it was grand getting to know her Ulfric. Of course, when he
was with her he was just Richard. This was enough. As Cordelia
would say, he was a hunk of salty goodness. Her hormones would
stand up at attention every time she got near him. He looked good
and he smelled good. Willow gave another happy sigh.
Of course, it wasn’t completely happy. Willow entertained doubts
and frustrations about the likelihood that anything could come from
this. Richard didn’t solely date her. He was still dating
others from the pack. He wanted to give everyone a fair chance.
How diplomatic of him, she thought dryly.
She couldn’t help the growing feelings of jealousy regarding
other lupa candidates. At least, Paris had backed away from
Richard. Willow guessed that she might have put the fear of Willow
into Paris. She couldn’t help but grin at that thought. She
really didn’t like Paris.
Willow contemplated her feelings of inadequacy. She had been a nerd
for too long just to shake it off. What if Richard chose someone
else? Would she be able to cope? She could always move to
Tennessee she guessed. She hoped that it wouldn’t come to that.
Myerton was nice to visit but she didn’t want to live there.
Willow was also feeling an increasing neediness of a sexual nature.
In other words, she was horny. Richard just made her feel all sorts
of melty. She wanted more. All she was getting was kisses and a
little touchy-feely. She hadn’t been with anyone in such a long
time. Her libido had finally decided to come out of cold storage.
But Richard was being such a gentleman. He didn’t take advantage
of her and she really wanted to be taken advantage. Ravished too.
Willow had a thought. She would go to her dearest friend, Spike for
advice. He would tell her what she was doing wrong. He had lived
for over a century. He probably had all sorts of ideas. Though she
hoped that they weren’t of a kinky nature. Who was she kidding?
This was Spike. Maybe she needed kinky.
Willow was sure she would burst into flames from the embarrassment
of wandering around backstage in Guilty Pleasures. Half dressed
vamps and weres walked around getting ready for the show. All this
nummy half naked goodness. She tried not to drool too much.
She was known as Spike’s friend and so they let her come in
before the club opened for the evening. She hoped Spike might be
able to spare some of his time before he had to strip. She finally
stumbled upon Spike’s dressing room. She straightened up and
gave a quick knock on the door.
She heard an exasperated “What the bleeding hell now?” Spike
was obviously within. She decided to just walk right in. It
wasn’t like she hadn’t seen all he had to offer before.
“Hiya, Spike. It’s Willow. Can you spare a couple of
minutes to give me some advice?”
Spike had his feet propped up on a coffee table. He was lounging
shirtless on the couch. He was having a cigarette and chatting with
an equally half-naked Jason. Ooh, the visual. Willow stomped down
the urge to blush.
Spike and Jason both looked up at Willow with identical leers.
Willow could sense the absolute wrongness of these two bonding.
Just imagine the amount of trouble those two could inflict on a
hapless female population. Willow gave a tiny shudder.
Spike gave a smirk when he saw the shudder. “What’s up, Red?
Something got your knickers in a twist?”
Jason stifled his laugh at Willow’s glare. He gave her a sexy
smile for her trouble. “I’ll just leave you two alone. To
talk...” How he managed to make everything sound so tawdry was
beyond her. Must be a special talent.
Jason got up and gave a little swagger to the door for Willow’s
benefit. She rolled her eyes. He was like another Spike. A
younger, American, werewolf version.
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Have a seat, Red. Tell Auntie Spike
all about it.” He patted the couch.
Willow walked over to the couch and sat down. She gave a little
sigh. Where to begin?
“I need relationship advice, Spike. Since you’re the only
one available, you’re it.”
Spike gave a chuckle. “You do remember my run of bad luck,
Willow shrugged her shoulders. “Probably a hell mouthy
influence. You did have almost a hundred years with Dru.”
Spike got a sad smile at the thought of his old lover. He shook it
off and regained his perpetual smirk. “So, what exactly do you
want to know?”
Willow looked down. This was embarrassing. “I want to know what
I’m doing wrong. Richard is moving so slow. Acting like a
gentleman. I want more now.”
Spike’s smirk widened into a devilish grin. “It might have
nothing to do with you, Luv. Maybe he has trouble getting it up.”
Willow gave a growl and playfully slapped him in the shoulder.
“I don’t think that is the problem. Maybe I just don’t
incite lust in the males of the species. Maybe I should go back to
the other side of the fence.”
Spike put an arm around Willow. “Now, no need to be hasty, Pet.
Don’t give up on males entirely just because of one git. Maybe
what you need to do is seduce the mighty Ulfric.”
Willow gulped loudly. “Ss-seduce Richard? I don’t think I
can do that. I’ve had bad experiences in the past trying to be
all seductive and such. Has a tendency to blow up in my face.”
Spike patted her arm. “I assume you’re referring to that
mutt you used to date in SunnyD. That was back in high school.
You’re a grown woman now. I have the utmost confidence in
Willow shook her head vigorously. “I don’t think I’m
capable and even if I did. He might laugh at me or dump me…”
Her voice trailed off as she mentally listed all the humiliating
things that Richard might say if she went through with this crazy
Spike leaned over and gave a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her
mental ramblings halted at the contact. “Don’t worry, Red.
If he dumps you, there are plenty of other blokes that wouldn’t
mind a shot.”
Willow scoffed. “Such as?”
Spike had a wicked grin. “Well, if you decide to date the
un-dead. I know of a couple of guys that would be interested.”
Willow looked at Spike with disbelief. She gave a sarcastic
reply, “Sure, Spike. If things don’t work out with Richard,
we can set St. Louis ablaze with our love affair.”
Spike smiled. “That’s the spirit. Now, just listen to me
and you will have the wolf of your dreams begging for you.”
Willow couldn’t believe that she was actually considering a plan
of Spike’s. She must be desperate.