Dancing
The first thing Spike thought was that someone had broken into the Magic Box and decided to have a party, a very loud party, totally annoying him and waking him up from much needed sleep. Since the Slayer and her watcher had gone on this damn bonding exercise Spike had been roped into doing patrol and taking care of the Magic Box, hence his sleeping in the basement. So he had been up late- or early and now some kids had decided to annoy him, plus if it was humans he wouldn�t be able to kick them out physically anyway dammit.
He stormed up the stairs fully ready to vamp out and scare the shit out of them anyway. He peered out from between two bookshelves to see how many were there and his jaw dropped.
It was one. One girl, doing an exotic dance that belonged on a stage- not in the only magic store in Sunnydale.
He didn�t recognise the strains of beat that pulsated through the room but he didn�t need to, to see Willow.


Willow had been tapping away at her computer glad that Giles and the others had gone away so she could have some peace and quiet when one of her favourite songs had come on, she�d turned up the volume, stood and stretched a small seductive smile gracing her features as she closed her eyes, her hips moving to the beat. Snap, beat snap- sway and move the shoulders. She released the tension that had been building up in her muscles by lifting her arms above her head and rolling her head on her neck, all the while snapping her hips from side to side in time to the music. She bent her knees and shimmied her shoulders giggling slightly at the feeling. Taking off her outer shirt, she was left in her short crop top.
Keeping her eyes closed Willow bent over touching her toes and swaying her ass in the air before snapping up, raising her arms above her head and letting the shimmy wave down her body.
Moving backwards she felt for the beam that supported the stairs and used it as a strippers pole, running her hands up and down its smooth surface, swaying her hips against it. She turned and leaned back letting her hair fall over her shoulders as she bent her knees moving against the pole.
Grabbing hold of the beam she kicked a leg up high bringing her pelvis flush to the wood and leant back until her hair brushed her leg
VERY VERY SHORT PIECE. If you wish to take, feel free.
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