Summary: My fourth in my W/S series that refused to die. < g > Probably the last. I think.
Spoilers: Mild through the third season.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all his.
Rating: PG
Author's notes: This takes place a few years in the future. For those of you who haven't read the previous stories in the series (I don't think they're posted yet), just email me and I'll send you them if you want. Eternal thanks to Tracy for beta-ing.And to Laure and Karen, much thanks also, for making me like Willow and Spike so damn much.

Normal day. Not so normal day. Normal day. Not so normal day. Those were the only thoughts that Willow as able to process as she laid eyes on him. One moment, she was re-shelving books for her computer professor, and everything was fine... She was fine. The normal day part.

The next moment, she was bumping directly into his hard chest and looking up into his smirking face. That patented smirk. She had forgotten about it. He leaned against the doorjamb, away from the windows, and grinned slowly, looking at her up and down. The not so normal day part.

He licked his lips deliberately. Willow squeaked, dropping the books in her hands, and immediately blushed scarlet. Hastily picking them up, she tried to turn her eyes away from him, and began shelving the books again. She was striving to make her voice as unaffected as possible, which was hard considering she could feel his gaze on her back.

"Spike. What are you doing here?"

He paused for effect. "Wandered through town. Smelled the scent of a witch I once knew. Thought I'd stop by for a little visit."

She turned. "Well, it was nice seeing you. Bye now." His eyes caught hers and he smiled again, relishing the power he felt whenever he was around her. He approached her leisurely and her heart beat in trepidation and... something else that she refused to think about.

Tipping her chin up with his hand, he spoke in a voice that was a half whisper, half growl. "Don't deny you missed me, Witch."

Before she could voice any of the numerous rebuttals and the one affirmation that floated through her mind, his mouth was on hers. Willow's mind went pleasantly blank.

She gave a low moan and wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer. He took the advantage, pressing her into the wall and sliding his hands down to her waist. Spike's tongue snaked into her mouth, exploring the hot recesses hungrily. Again, Willow made a sound, more of a whimper this time, and finally yanked her face away, to the side.

She was gasping. "Falling back on impossible habits," she muttered. He gave her a suggestive wink, and she helplessly turned her face back to his, muttering against his mouth something unintelligible.

He didn't relinquish his hold on her, but he paused. "What was that, Witch?"

She sighed testily. "I *said* that you should remember that I need to breathe."

Spike's laugh rumbled through his throat. He leaned down, plying her neck with feather soft kisses, and she melted into the sensation. His tongue darted out, wetting her skin, and she gave another girlish squeak.

Summoning all of her will, she placed her palms flat on his chest and shoved him away. He stumbled back, blinking in confusion. "...I thought... What?"

Willow giggled at his lack of speech and his disconcertion. "I just... wanted to know what you were doing here, Spike. It's been almost three years since I last saw you. I'm older now, different."

"Trust me, Pet," he chuckled, "Being older doesn't necessarily make you different."

She laughed lightly and walked over to the desk, sinking into the chair. She gave him a pointed look. "Well?"

He walked over to her, and leaned against the desk, taking her hand. With his thumb, he stroked the back of it, and Willow shuddered with the pleasure that that simple feeling brought her. She pulled her hand out of his grasp quickly. He sighed, annoyed.

"Dru's gone," he muttered, getting to the point. Willow looked at him, aghast. "Not dead," he rushed to explain. "To Brazil. She heard the stars telling her that she was supposed to be there... She left me with nothing but a note telling me not to go looking for her, and a doll that would 'watch over me' until she came back. It's been over a year. I was on my way to the airport to get a ticket to Brazil, and I passed by Sunnydale. Old times, I thought," he finished mildly.

Willow was irritated. "I'm an 'old time'? You came back because I'm an 'old time'?"

He shrugged, nodding. "One of the best of them," he murmured, picking her hand back up and doing that tracing thing that made her feel so good. She sighed, feebly pulling on her hand, and finally letting it rest in his when his grip remained firm.

"So..."

Spike interrupted her, looking down at her fingers in outrage. "What the bloody hell is this?!" he demanded.

Willow followed his eyes and then turned red. Sticking her chin up in the air defiantly, she met his eyes. "I'm engaged."

The ring sparkled so brightly that Spike was angry he hadn't noticed it before. He lifted her hand back up by her ring finger, and inspected it closely. "To who?" he growled, his eyes turning yellow. "The dog?"

Willow's eyes flashed angrily. "Yes, Oz. I'm going to marry him. And you're not going to stop me, no matter how good..." she trailed off, blushing again, and he smirked.

"No matter how good I kiss?" he suggested smugly. "No matter how good I make you feel? No matter how good I look in these jeans?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she had to stifle a giggle.

"No," she shot back, "no matter how good you manipulate people."

"Which is just a backwards way of saying you like my kissing, Witch," he confirmed, mostly to himself. She looked up at him with wide eyes and gave a quick nod.

"Yes. I like your kissing. I like you. But it couldn't work, could never work. You'd hate me if I became a vampire," she murmured.

"I would not!" he denied.

"Would so."

"Would not."

"Would so."

"I bloody would not!" he shouted. "Look, this is getting us nowhere. Why do you think I would hate you if you were a vampire? You don't know what you're going to be like. Except for soulless, that is."

"How about mildly insane?" Willow broke in.

He smirked. "I like insane. Haven't you noticed?"

"I would wear leather at every opportunity," she argued.

"Hate cows. Kill 'em all, I say," Spike rebuffed.

"Insatiable," she tried.

"And that's a problem, why?" he asked.

"I would... I would..." Willow floundered for a moment, and then her eyes brightened and she locked eyes with Spike. "I would be bisexual!"

He paused at that, and then slowly gave a chuckle. "All vampires are, Pet. Some more than others, but all of us. And who's to say that your insatiable, bisexual, insatiable, insane, insatiable, leather-wearing insatiable self wouldn't like me even more? I wear leather. And I'm quite..." his voice dropped to a sexy whisper, "insatiable at times."

She sighed, looking up into his eyes. Spike took that as an invitation and leaned down to kiss her, plundering her mouth gently. Her hands slid up to hold his face softly, and her fingers slid into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. He growled.

Pulling back, he was confused to see large tears glittering in her green eyes. One spilled out, and he traced its path with his finger, drying the moist skin of her cheek. "You're so beautiful, Spike. Do you know that?"  she whispered. "I would be terrified to fall in love with you, you could break my heart so easily."

"You're already in love with me," he said softly, confidently.

After a moment she nodded. "I'm in love... With the idea of you, your passion and charm and beauty. And I might be able to fall deeper than that."

He raised his eyebrows. "But?"

Willow licked her lips. "But I'm not going to let myself."

He groaned, lifting himself up off of the table. "Why did I bother asking for the but?" He looked at her, offered her his hand and Willow took it, standing. He pulled her close, breathing in the fresh and clean scent of her hair again. "You probably know by now that I'm going to convince you eventually."

Willow shook her head against his shoulder. "Not to be a demon. Never to be a demon."

"Maybe not, Witch. But maybe you'll be so damn in love with me by then that you won't be able to argue your way out of it." He kissed her smooth hair and smiled. "Just as much as I'll be in love with you."

"I'll be married by then," she reminded him soberly, comfortable and pliant in his arms.

"To the dog?"

She giggled. "Yes. To the dog. Whom I love."

Spike gave an exaggerated sigh and pulled away from her, kissing her lightly. "You'd best not forget me this time, Willow," he said, and she shivered at hearing her name on his lips. "Because the second you do, I'll be back."

"And if I don't?" Willow countered.

"Then... Well, okay, I'll come back anyway. Just don't forget." His lips found her neck and he gave a teasing nip before flashing her a smile and sprinting out the door.

Willow sighed, watching him go. Turning back to her work, she muttered into the silence of the near empty classroom.

"How could I?"

The End

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