Wishlist fic for velvetwhip
Here is an early holiday wishlist gift for my darling velvetwhip. I have never written any Willow/Spike, or really anything about Willow at all, ever, so I hope it’s all right
“Time’s a-wastin’, Red. Let’s get moving”, Spike was practically bouncing about the bedroom in his excitement.
“Five more minutes, come on, please?, Willow responded, face still buried in the pillows from her late afternoon nap.
“Just around the corner, love, only a few days left! It’s going to be so much fun. Get your hot lazy ass out of bed.”
Willow sighed and moved back the covers, revealing her nude beauty that gave Spike pause, thinking maybe a little more time in bed might not hurt anything. God, she was amazing, brilliant, wonderful, and now he told himself to shut up before he magically grew a vagina as a result of being a complete girl.
“All right, babe, just let me get dressed and we can go.”
Half an hour later, as soon as the sun had set, Willow found herself being dragged through all the shops in town, choosing gifts for their friends and chuckling as Spike loaded up on tinsel and blinking lights and seriously? even an angel tree-topper.
“You do recall that I’m Jewish, right?”
“You’re wiccan, doll. But yeah, I know. Never stopped you from sharing in the holiday with your pals before, right? And Jewish folk don’t have anything against angels, far as I’ve been able to tell.”
“And you honestly get excited to celebrate the birth of Jesus?” she asked, the hint of a sly grin on her face.
“Come on, you know this isn’t about Jesus. It’s about Christmas. Trees and lights and presents and holiday cheer and food! Let’s just agree that neither of us is on fire for Jesus and enjoy the festivities, yeah?”
Willow pulled Spike in for a quick kiss before replying, “Sure, of course. But if you don’t quit eyeballing that Santa suit, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“No Santa suit, fine”, Spike grumbled. “Could be sexy, thas’all.”
“So not sexy. So not.”
They picked out a kit with eyeshadow and lipstick and blush for Dawn. A packet of new-release comic books for Xander. For Buffy, a soft blue cashmere sweater that Willow insisted was perfect and Spike just went along, because what the hell did he know about women’s fashion? Giles…that was a tougher one. Eventually they settled on a box that contained several different variety of teas and a mug with a winter holiday motif across the front of it.
Spike seemed to become happier the more loaded down with shopping bags they got. He was really into this, and Willow was touched, almost to the point of tearing up. It wasn’t really her thing, but sharing this with her lover was a fantastic experience.
They were just about done when Willow pulled Spike close to her again, leaning in to broach the subject that neither of them were sure how to handle. “What about Angel? Don’t you want to send him something?”
“Angel’s potato-fucking ass doesn’t give a shit about Christmas, Red. Trust me on that one.”
She rolled her eyes, and continued. “He gives a shit about you, Spike. And about me. Come on. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
They found a little art shop and chose a plain sketch pad and a set of charcoal. Spike relented and said, “He’ll like this. Give him more chances to sketch away his angst.”
“We’ll mail it in the morning. He’ll get it just in time.”
Heading back to their place, they unloaded all the bags and started in on wrapping the gifts. It wasn’t five minutes into witnessing his lack of gift-wrapping skills before Spike was relegated to handing Willow the tape and scissors. All the Christmas enthusiasm in the world couldn’t make up for a complete and total wreck of a wrapping job.
They moved on after a while, Willow watching Spike as he excitedly strung up lights around the door and the living room, giggling like children as they threw tinsel all over the small tree they’d picked out a few days earlier. “Time to put up the angel, pet. You do it”, Spike said with a smile, holding the angel tree-topper out to Willow.
She leaned up on her toes and placed the angel at the top of the Christmas tree (she couldn’t remember living in a house with a Christmas tree in it ever before in her life), then turned back to face her grinning lover.
“That look okay?”
Spike grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace, leaning back just enough to kiss her until she got a little dizzy.
“Perfect, love. It’s all perfect.”
“Time’s a-wastin’, Red. Let’s get moving”, Spike was practically bouncing about the bedroom in his excitement.
“Five more minutes, come on, please?, Willow responded, face still buried in the pillows from her late afternoon nap.
“Just around the corner, love, only a few days left! It’s going to be so much fun. Get your hot lazy ass out of bed.”
Willow sighed and moved back the covers, revealing her nude beauty that gave Spike pause, thinking maybe a little more time in bed might not hurt anything. God, she was amazing, brilliant, wonderful, and now he told himself to shut up before he magically grew a vagina as a result of being a complete girl.
“All right, babe, just let me get dressed and we can go.”
Half an hour later, as soon as the sun had set, Willow found herself being dragged through all the shops in town, choosing gifts for their friends and chuckling as Spike loaded up on tinsel and blinking lights and seriously? even an angel tree-topper.
“You do recall that I’m Jewish, right?”
“You’re wiccan, doll. But yeah, I know. Never stopped you from sharing in the holiday with your pals before, right? And Jewish folk don’t have anything against angels, far as I’ve been able to tell.”
“And you honestly get excited to celebrate the birth of Jesus?” she asked, the hint of a sly grin on her face.
“Come on, you know this isn’t about Jesus. It’s about Christmas. Trees and lights and presents and holiday cheer and food! Let’s just agree that neither of us is on fire for Jesus and enjoy the festivities, yeah?”
Willow pulled Spike in for a quick kiss before replying, “Sure, of course. But if you don’t quit eyeballing that Santa suit, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“No Santa suit, fine”, Spike grumbled. “Could be sexy, thas’all.”
“So not sexy. So not.”
They picked out a kit with eyeshadow and lipstick and blush for Dawn. A packet of new-release comic books for Xander. For Buffy, a soft blue cashmere sweater that Willow insisted was perfect and Spike just went along, because what the hell did he know about women’s fashion? Giles…that was a tougher one. Eventually they settled on a box that contained several different variety of teas and a mug with a winter holiday motif across the front of it.
Spike seemed to become happier the more loaded down with shopping bags they got. He was really into this, and Willow was touched, almost to the point of tearing up. It wasn’t really her thing, but sharing this with her lover was a fantastic experience.
They were just about done when Willow pulled Spike close to her again, leaning in to broach the subject that neither of them were sure how to handle. “What about Angel? Don’t you want to send him something?”
“Angel’s potato-fucking ass doesn’t give a shit about Christmas, Red. Trust me on that one.”
She rolled her eyes, and continued. “He gives a shit about you, Spike. And about me. Come on. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
They found a little art shop and chose a plain sketch pad and a set of charcoal. Spike relented and said, “He’ll like this. Give him more chances to sketch away his angst.”
“We’ll mail it in the morning. He’ll get it just in time.”
Heading back to their place, they unloaded all the bags and started in on wrapping the gifts. It wasn’t five minutes into witnessing his lack of gift-wrapping skills before Spike was relegated to handing Willow the tape and scissors. All the Christmas enthusiasm in the world couldn’t make up for a complete and total wreck of a wrapping job.
They moved on after a while, Willow watching Spike as he excitedly strung up lights around the door and the living room, giggling like children as they threw tinsel all over the small tree they’d picked out a few days earlier. “Time to put up the angel, pet. You do it”, Spike said with a smile, holding the angel tree-topper out to Willow.
She leaned up on her toes and placed the angel at the top of the Christmas tree (she couldn’t remember living in a house with a Christmas tree in it ever before in her life), then turned back to face her grinning lover.
“That look okay?”
Spike grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace, leaning back just enough to kiss her until she got a little dizzy.
“Perfect, love. It’s all perfect.”