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Willow grunted as she was thrown yet again to the floor.
This was the third morning of her "training" sessions with Spike and
it was about the fifteenth time he'd made her fall flat on her back before
turning away in disgust and throwing his hands up in the air. She didn't even
bother getting up to listen to his rant this time, preferring to concentrate on
what part of her body wasn't aching from his lessons.
The first few times Willow had hit the floor with enough
force to wind her, she had thought that it was the blond’s idea of payback for
his beating. It had only been five days
since that night, but Spike had appeared to recover quickly and apparently he’d
forgotten all about the incident.
Indeed, when Willow had attempted to apologize to him the day after,
when he had come to collect her walking slowly and stiffly, he’d merely shot
her down with a death stare and nothing else was said. Nope, he wasn’t holding a grudge at all, he
just seemed to be enjoying seeing her flat on her back and at his mercy.
"Bloody hell, they aren't going to come up to you
going 'oh, I say Miss I'm going to attack you now...thinking of going for your
arms and then kicking your legs out from under you'," Spike snarled at her
as he stalked towards her prostrate form. Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and
hauled her back up onto her feet. "You have to think...to fucking react..."
The painful hold on her arm was released and Spike stormed
away again, muttering to himself about the absurdity of trying to turn some
waif of a girl into a half way decent fighter.
Willow stared at his retreating back and pulled a face, tugging on the
tight Adidas outfit she was wearing.
Angelus had bought three sets of matching leggings and crop tops, in
red, blue and black, and had permitted her a pair of sneakers for her sessions. The professional looking outfits didn’t help
at all, Spike was still royally whipping her ass and she just knew he was
relishing it. Grimacing, she rolled her
neck and stuck her tongue out at the blond who was still muttering
obscenities.
"I saw that," he spat, spinning round to glare at
her. He stood for a moment, his jaw clenching in frustration because there was
no doubt in his mind that she could fight. Hell, he’d taught her the basics, or
at least enough to fight dirty and get out of a bad situation. But every time he'd rush her, trying to get
her to defend herself, she'd simply collapse. "You are fucking
hopeless."
Once more Spike turned away from her, forcing himself to
put some distance between them. It was
at times like these, when he was nearly blinded by frustration, that he was
grateful for the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat. It curbed his natural
instinct to treat her like a minion and thrash her until she fought back, which
was why he had to widen the gap, step away from her before he did something
that he’d regret. There had to be
something, a catalyst that would cause her to put into practice what he’d
taught her and if he didn’t find it soon then they’d both be dead within the
hour. Grinding his teeth together, he
shook his head, trying to clear the chaos that was urging him to hit her until
she hit back.
"I'm hopeless?” Willow demanded, her hands resting on
her hips as she stared stakes at his back.
“Well excuse me for being intimated by a vampire," she practically
screamed. "By someone who could easily kill me."
"Kill you?" he asked quietly, a cold edge working
its way into his voice and Willow instantly regretted her little outburst,
instinctively taking a step back. She
could have taken a step forward for all the good it did her. Spike spun and rushed
her, sending them both crashing to the floor.
Fingers bit into her upper arms and Willow struggled beneath his
unrelenting weight, she couldn’t look at him, wouldn’t look at him as she
desperately tried to inch her way out from beneath him. But his hands tightened their hold, lifting
her slightly before slamming her back against the hard floor. “Come on now, why the hell would I want to
kill you when there are so many more fascinating things I could do? I mean look
at you, lying here all defenseless, spread beneath me, heart pounding and panting
like some bitch in heat…it’s enough to make any mans blood boil,” he leant
forward and buried his face in the crook of her neck, her heart beating double
time in fear gave him that natural thrill, which nearly pushed him beyond his
control and the demon surged forth.
“But I’m not a man, little girl, and I think you’ve been teasing me long
enough.”
What?” Willow panted, not certain that she’d heard him
correctly and she looked up into the feral eyes and shuddered. “No!”
“No? You’re telling
me no?” Spike screamed, lifting her up again and slamming her back into the
floor, only this time her struggles renewed and she clawed at him. Snarling, he
leered down at her and licked his lips.
“You know you want it, wearin’ your skimpy little outfits and lettin’ me
push you around, getting you all hot and bothered. You’ve been begging for it…”
Spike had been expecting it, for her to snap and fight, but
as her forehead slammed into his, he hadn’t expecting such a powerful blow from
the girl. Yelling out in pain, he
dropped his hold on one of her arms to cradle his throbbing head and then he
doubled over in blinding agony as her knee connected with his testicles,
crushing them back up into his body.
“Fucking hell,” he swore, his hold completely disintegrating
as he collapsed on top of her and Willow twisted beneath him, bucking her hips
up and using her arms and legs to lever him off. As she jumped to her feet, ready to take flight to Angelus for
protection from the blond, he stretched out on the floor, laughing lightly
before grimacing from the pain that wracked his body. "Oh, well done,
love."
Willow stood trembling, adrenaline buzzing through her body
and stared at the fallen vampire, her breath nothing more than ragged
gasps.
“You…you…you tricked me,” she spat, so enraged that her
terror was momentarily forgotten. However the rage was vetoed as Spike gasped
in pain and she bit her bottom lip.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinking that ceiling really could do with
another coat of paint,” stated Spike and she would have forgiven him there and
then if he hadn’t chuckled. Willow saw
red and took a step forward, fully intending to kick him in the balls again.
However her own pain took precedence and she stumbled, screaming out as her
hands flew to clutch at her thigh.
Spike was back on his feet in an instance, his hand steadying her.
"What is it?" he asked, critically running his
eyes over her and she snatched her arm away from him. The action was enough for
her to need to balance herself by taking weight on her hurt leg and she
collapsed, once again hitting the hard floor.
"I'm fine," she stated, biting her bottom lip to
stop from crying out as she cradled her thigh. Spike rolled his eyes and knelt
in front of her, pulling her hands away, his fingers running across her
muscle. “I don’t need your help, I told
you I’m fine.”
"You're not fine," he stated, his fingers deftly
running over her strained thigh. The adrenaline still pounded through her body
and instinctively her hands flew out, one landing a glancing blow on his face
while the other attempted to slap his hands away. Spike grunted and grabbed her
hands, stilling them as he glared at her. "Very nice, but if you want to
walk on this leg today you're going to let me help you." She glared at him before gasping in pain.
The challenge was evident in his eyes as much as it was in the two words he
spoke next. "Come on."
"Fine,” spat Willow, grimacing as his fingers centered
in on a particularly sore spot. “What
do you want me to do?"
"Lay back down for me," Spike muttered, his
fingers working against the knots forming in her thigh muscle. He manipulated
her leg, bending the knee, forcing her thigh back onto her chest and the calf
to rest along the thigh. Smirking at the look of defiance and pain in her eyes,
he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her bent leg. "Push back
against me, a good constant pressure. Focus on using this muscle," his
fingers ran along the inside of her thigh, the most painful part. "It'll
hurt at first..."
Willow didn't listen to his explanation of why or what she
had done to the leg, she merely concentrated on the pain and the feel of his
fingers, massaging the aching muscle.
Grunting as he hit a particularly tender spot, she twisted her head,
glaring at him and he smirked, his blue eyes lighting up with pure
mischief. It was strange how intense
his eyes were, almost as volatile as he was, constantly changing and the color
changed with his moods. Like now, they
were crystal blue but at other times, like when she would see him watching
Angelus, they darkened, burned with an intensity that she found difficult to
comprehend, to classify.
Spike dropped his head back down, turning his attention
back to her leg and she took the opportunity to scrutinize him. The eyes were only part of the charm of his
face, the high forehead and sharp cheekbones proved to be the perfect frame for
the cerulean orbs. Of course not everything
about Spike was angular and sharp, his lips, for instance, were soft and plump
and were a distraction from his eyes.
Willow shifted slightly under his weight. Yes, you were either immediately drawn to his eyes or his lips,
the rest slowly coming into focus as a compliment to either feature and she
could see why Angelus was attracted to him.
Willow grimaced, the feel of Angelus’ preferred lover lying so
intimately over her was suffocating and she couldn’t stand it any longer.
"Lay still, pet.
You'll only end up hurting yourself even more," Spike muttered,
continuing to work on the loosening muscle and he glanced up, prepared to scold
her even more, and was confronted by large green eyes that were glassy with
tears. Frowning, he turned his
attention back to her leg, he’d been quite sure that he’d worked out the knots
and couldn’t understand why she’d still be in pain.
Willow closed her eyes and turned her head away from him.
As his fingers continued to stroke her thigh, occasionally brushing against her
stomach, she wondered if this was how he touched Angelus. More importantly, she
wondered if Angelus preferred the blond’s touches, his kisses, the coolness of
his touch. It was silly really, a
question she already knew the answer to because Angelus always left her to go
to Spike. Always. Glancing up at his face, she found him
concentrating on what he was doing and she wondered if it was that intensity,
the passion that the vampire had that continued to attract Angelus.
"Stop it," Willow uttered, more to herself than
Spike.
"What?" Spike asked, glancing up at her face and
she shrugged, closing her eyes and refusing to look at him.
"I have to go and get ready for school," she
offered, opening her eyes and trying to shift unsuccessfully from under his
weight. Spike smirked at her, pushing his weight down hard against her leg for
a brief moment before releasing her and helping her stand up. Cautiously, she
put some weight on her leg and while it still hurt slightly, it was nowhere as
bad as it had been. She pulled her hands away from his and dropped her head
down to study her shoes. "Thank you."
Willow brushed past him and made her way upstairs to her
rooms to get ready for school. As he watched her retreating figure, Spike shook
his head in general confusion regarding women.
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