Lover's Lamenting

by Oracleholly


Drabble for Velvetwhip:
Wanted:
1 Spike & Willow, Spillow
2 Angsty
3 Crucifix or a pepper grinder

Written for the Fall_for_Spike LJ Community.
Set: BTVS S3: "Lover's Walk" - the scene went a little differently.
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 492


Her pink sweater with the lilac underneath was driving him crazy. With her red hair, he would have never put those colors on her. But seeing her like that, with her scent so intoxicating - a mixture of fear and innocence - it was driving him wild

Her hand was patting his knee as he nuzzled her shoulder. "Mmm. That smell…Your neck…" He took a good whiff of her neck and then leaned back, in game face. "I haven't had a woman in weeks."

Willow saw his face and attempted to jump away. But Spike firmly held her in place. Willow cried, "Whoa! No! Hold it!"

Smirking, Spike said, "Well, unless you count that shopkeeper." He leaned in.

Willow started panting in fright, before a strange calm settled over her. All the guilt she'd been feeling about cheating on Oz came to the forefront. Perhaps this was her punishment, to be killed by Spike. She deserved no less. Drusilla had cheated on him, just like she'd cheated on Oz. Half-heartedly she replied, "There will be no 'having' of any kind with me."

Spike grabbed Willow by the neck and bent her over toward him. He licked her neck and tasted guilt and anguish. No longer did he sense fear, and that upset him. He also smelled to his horror the stench of the Whelp on her - and not in the "he's my best friend way."

Reverting to his human guise, he studied her questioning gaze. She'd been expecting his bite; she wanted to die for some reason. Usually he wouldn't care and would have granted her wish, but he wanted to know why.

"You smell of the boy," Spike said, casting a quick glance at the unconscious tosser on the bed. "And you smell of the wolf. Now why is that?"

Tears began streaming down her face and huge sobs pierced the quiet of the destroyed factory. Willow rested her head on Spike's chest. "I'm a bad person. I can't stop it."

Rubbing her back in soothing patterns, Spike asked, "What can't you stop, pet?"

Spike was able to make out some of the answer through her sniffling. "…love Oz… but Xander… so bad… it's wrong. I love Oz. So why… can't I stop wanting Xander?"

He understood what now must have happened - something must have sparked between Red and the Whelp. But unlike Drusilla, this girl felt guilty over her betrayal. Almost repeating her actions earlier, Spike patted her back and said, "There…there."

Then suddenly he felt his chest burning. He jumped away from her and found that she'd discovered a crucifix somewhere in the room and had placed it against his chest. He screamed with frustration. The bint had used her tears to distract him.

Seeing a very irate master vampire in front of her, Willow dropped the crucifix and cried. "I'm sorry."

Tensing and releasing his jaw, Spike took in the witch's pitiful appearance. "Alright. Get started on the spell."

THE END

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