Title: I had an itch

Author name: Alrisha

Author email: Alrisha_3@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13 (at most)

Pairing: W/S

Summary: Just a short sillyfic

Disclaimer: All the characters appearing on Buffy the Vampire Slayer™ are the legal property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, blah, blah, blah.

Distribution: Just ask me.

Feedback: Makes me happy. It really does. C’mon, please!

"Lousy little bloodsuckers!" Willow muttered as she stormed into the bathroom. Spike arched a scarred eyebrow at her. "Sorry, Spike, no offense. I was actually talking about mosquitoes. Look at this!" Willow held out her arms. They were dotted with small red bites. "And this," she gestured towards her legs which had apparently suffered the same fate.

Spike took in her appearance appreciatively. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt which showed off her smooth pale skin. She’d started dressing a little less conservatively lately, a fact which Spike suspected was due to his influence. He’d been trying to convince the little witch for months that she really was quite desirable, and he knew she was starting to believe him. "What happened, luv?"

"Buffy convinced me to lay out with her the other day. And, of course, since someone keeps telling me I’m pretty," she glared at him," I decided to wear a skimpy little bikini." Spike felt his desire for her growing at the thought of the redhead in next to nothing. "Anyway, we’re laying there and the next thing I know I’m practically swarmed by mosquitoes. By the time I got my clothes back on and retreated inside, I was already covered with bites. And Buffy hardly got bitten at all. It’s just not fair. I’ve got bites all over me!"

"Well, pet, you can’t blame the little bloodsuckers for preferring you to the slayer. You’re all deliciously sweet and innocent and strong while she’s, well."

"Don’t be mean, Spike." Willow sighed as she sat on the edge of the tub. She leaned over to unlock the chains. Before she did so, she turned back to Spike. "You promise not to try to escape, right?"

"I promise, luv." Spike repeated the familiar line. Normally he’d have just broken his promise – he was evil after all. But Spike didn’t want to upset the witch. Besides, he genuinely enjoyed having her company. He’d definitely turn her as soon as he got his bite back.

Willow unlocked the chains and set the key on the sink. She started to scratch at some of the welts on her arms when she suddenly yelped.

"What is it, luv?" Spike asked, worry creasing his face.

"Itches, it itches. Ah, my back! Spike, help me scratch." Spike watched in amazement as Willow started to peel off her shirt.

"Luv, I don’t think that’s a good."

"Just help me, dammit!" Willow interrupted. Spike brought his black nails up to gently scratch her warm skin. "Mmmm," Willow cooed. "That’s much better. Just rub with your palms. I think the coolness helps."

Spike rubbed the palms of his hands along her back. He groaned at the feel of her warm skin. He heard her hearbeat speed up as she leaned backwards into him. "Red, I don’t think this is a good idea. You know I think you’re beautiful, and I’m not exactly at the height of my self-control right now. Maybe you should just go before something happens we’d both regret." Spike swore at himself for sounding like such a pouf. Must be the chip, he reasoned.

"Would you?" Willow asked, turning to face him. Spike groaned again at the feel of her soft body pressed against him. "Would you regret it?"

"Not for a second."

"Me, neither," Willow replied, leaning in for a tentative kiss. That was all the encouragement Spike needed. His clothes joined hers in a heap on the floor as the two gave into their desires. He proceeded to show her just how desirable she was, over and over again.

"Still itchy, luv?" Spike asked several hours later. They lay in the tub, her small frame curled on top of his.

"No. Just numb. In a good kind of way, though. A little light-headed, too, I think. But it’ll pass, right?"

"It will. Sorry about that. Just got carried away." Spike caressed the bite marks on her breasts. He wasn’t sure how the chip had allowed him to bite her, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. Her blood had been pure ambrosia. He just hoped he had the opportunity to taste it again sometime.

"S’okay. Didn’t really hurt. I guess the bloodsuckers really do go for me, huh?" Willow giggled and smiled up at the blonde vampire.

"Just as long as I’m the only undead one, luv." Spike’s air of possessiveness wasn’t lost on Willow who smiled wider in response.

"Spike, do you still want to turn me? If you get the chip out?" Willow traced lazy circles across his smooth, hard chest.

"Even more than before, Red." Spike stroked her hair softly and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"Hey, Will! We’re back now. You can stop vampsitting and come to dinner with Xander and me." Buffy burst through the bathroom door. "Willow! What are you doing? What happened?" Buffy was stunned by the sight of her best friend curled up naked in a bathtub with a certain evil vampire who appeared to be equally naked.

"Buffy, I, uh, well, I, um." Willow stammered. She glanced at Spike who sat smirking at her, waiting to hear what she would tell the slayer. Willow took a deep breath and turned her face towards her friend. "Buffy," she stated firmly, "I had an itch." Spike laughed as the slayer just stood there dumbstruck. "And if you’ll excuse us, I think I’m starting to itch again." Willow leaned over to kiss Spike who returned her kiss with building passion.

"Giles!" Buffy yelled, running back out of the bathroom. "I think we have a problem!"

"You really feeling itchy again, luv?" Spike asked as he trailed kisses down the redhead’s throat.

"Uh, huh," she murmured. "Help me scratch?"