AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss; nor am I anyone with rights to any of the characters you know from TV.

RATING: NC-17-ish soon.

PAIRINGS: A/W; S/W; A/W/S... eventually.

DISTRIBUTION: the usual suspects... anyone I've said yes to (this means YOU, Karen!!! *teehee*). Anyone else, just ask!!!

FEEDBACK: would be nice. This is a bit different from my usual forays into romantic sweetness.

DEDICATIONS: to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, for the album 'Fetish'. Also to Ali, Nutty, Destiny, Kimberley, and Angel S.

NOTES: * *= emphasis. This occurs sometime after the end of season 5 (buffy), and season 2 (Angel).

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He still wasn't really *happy*, but things were getting better. He'd somehow managed to make it through the required month of absence from the club, and the two months since then had been almost... *good*. Of course, he still loved his witch; he missed her more each day, but... He'd managed to find some sort of middle ground. He wasn't thrilled with the way things were going, but he wasn't so sunk in despair that even a good whipping couldn't bring him out, either.

He hated to admit it, but Mistress Veronica had been *right*. He'd *needed* the month away, and... when he'd finally returned to the place that made him feel more... human; less *demonic*... well, he'd almost been able to find his old joy in what happened there. Of course, he was spending more time as a Dom than he had before, but that was only to be expected, he figured... after all, the *rest* of his 'life' was so up in the air, he needed to have control *somewhere*! He smirked slightly as he brought the red leather riding crop down almost gently on the girl's thigh. This one was nearly as good as Marie had been.

The lithe, black-haired sub had been his favourite for almost a month after he'd been allowed back, but she'd entered into an exclusive contract with one of her regulars, and he hadn't seen her since, although he'd heard that she was doing well. From what he understood, she and the demon she'd contracted with were planning to bond sometime in the near future, and he was truly happy for her, although he still missed her small whimpers. But that was neither here nor there, he told himself, grinning wickedly.

He could feel the last traces of tension leaving him as he brought the crop down again on the moaning girl's yearning flesh, and he sighed before stepping back. "Thank you, Danielle," he said quietly, replacing the instrument in the rack, "You were lovely, as usual." He turned quickly, and strode from the room, ignoring Danielle's hot eyes and suggestive movements. Some of the other vampires might use this place as an all-purpose bordello, but he couldn't. Not when his heart was wrapped in images of bright red hair, and jade green eyes... soft pink lips, and hands that caressed. No, he was here to just... take the *edge* off.

He wandered slowly down the hall, his eyes drawn immediately to the slightly ajar door of the Saffron room. "Veronica," he said quietly, after poking his head in and assuring himself that she was alone, "Got a minute?"

The truly tiny brunette looked up and smiled brightly. "Angel!" she said happily, "I *always* have time for *you*!" She glanced quickly at the small clock almost hidden in the ornamentation of the wall. "Not *much* time, but still... How was Danielle?" She reached behind her, loosening the ties of her black leather corset.

Angel grinned just a bit, moving forward to help her. "She was fine. They're all *always* fine..." He pulled the lace from the eyelets down her back and handed it to her over her shoulder.

"But not what you're looking for, huh?" Veronica said sadly. She moved quickly to the small door set in the far wall, and pulled out another leather corset, almost identical to the one she'd just removed, only *this* one was a dark orange. "I keep *telling* you, Angel," she said knowingly as she approached him and slid her arms through the straps, "You won't find what you truly *need* until you track down your girl and... *show* her some things!" She chuckled softly and turned her back to him, silently asking him to lace her up.

He sighed softly and bent down to pass the leather thong through the grommets at the back of her. "She's not *like* us," he reminded her as he pulled tightly at the criss-crossed tie, "I *told* you that." His eyes closed for a moment as he just... *wished*.

The brunette laughed softly. "Tighter!" she commanded before going back to their conversation. "I *know* you told me, precious, but... *everybody* is like us, whether they know it or *not*!" She turned around, staring all the way up into his eyes. "Every single demon and human," she continued earnestly, "Is born with the desire to either control or *be* controlled. The only difference between them and *us* is that *we* admit it!" She rolled her eyes for a moment at the stunned look on his face. "It's a natural inclination. We all want to be either followers or leaders. Of course, we *also* all want to have someone to love, and have that person love us *back*. The *trick*," she said, more softly, and mostly to herself, "Is to find the right person..."

Angel nodded slightly. "That's part of the problem, isn't it?" he said quietly, moving to sit in the room's only available chair. His fingers toyed with the restraints on the armrests as he thought. "How do we know when it *is* the right one? I mean, I thought I loved Buffy, but... she would have *staked* me if she'd ever had even the smallest *inkling* of what I did when she wasn't around! So *how*," he demanded, refusing to meet her eyes, "How do I know that the right one is *Willow*?"

The dominatrix sighed and stalked towards him, stopping when she was separated from him by mere inches. "You know because you *know*!" she said intently. "You *know* because she left you, and she hasn't even *called*, yet you can't bring yourself to even *touch* any of the Subs in anything like a sexual manner!" She almost screamed at the look of confusion on his face. "And *don't* tell me that it's because they don't *want* you! You know as well as *I* do that any *one* of them would gladly pay *you* for the privilege!" She reached out one small hand, grabbing his chin in an almost bruising grip. "This is the real thing, Angel," she hissed, "I can tell! When you left the Slayer, it took you all of a week to let me ride you long and hard, but this time? It's been three *months* since she left, and you haven't even *thought* about having anyone else! And if you add that to the two months she was with you... it's obvious!" She released his face, but still held his eyes with her own. "You *love* her, Angel. Demon and soul both. She's the right one, and you *know* it."

Angel sighed, knowing she was right, but... "You know, it wasn't that you weren't..." He shrugged.

Veronica smiled a little half-smile then. "I *know*, Angel. I wasn't the one to give you 'complete and utter happiness'. And that's *good*. I remember Angelus, and believe me, he's not someone I want to see again, although..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about it. "I suppose I should *thank* him. He *did* teach me well, after all... and it only took four months, which is kind of... *amazing*!"

The souled vampire smiled slightly, long since having come to terms with the fact that *he* was the one who had created this incredible creature after he'd lost his soul the last time. "Not as amazing as the fact that you're a Dom, though..." he said, meeting her eyes. "I mean, what with the things I... he did to *train* you..."

She snorted softly, amused. "Honestly, Angel," she replied, glad to finally be able to talk about this with him, "After what Angelus did, do you really think I'd ever let *anyone* tie me up again?" She pulled her eyes from his, and glanced at the door. "And speaking of tying up... there's my next appointment," she said silkily. She walked with him to the doorway, a harsh "Get inside and get naked." sending the new arrival scurrying to do her bidding. Her hand on his cool, strong forearm stopped him when he would have left. "Don't ever regret what happened to me," she said quietly. "My life was so much worse before. Angelus gave me a *skill*-- an ability that I've been able to make into a very profitable and enjoyable lifestyle." She rose up on her toes, and slipped one hand around his neck, pulling him down so that she could kiss his cheek. "And I will always be indebted to you *both* for that." She slowly released him, still staring deep into his eyes. "Now go," she finished, smiling gently, "Find your girl. Bring her *home*." She pushed him through the door without waiting for a response. After all, she had a *client* to discipline.

Angel walked slowly through the club, heading for the door as he thought about everything Veronica had said, and... she was *right*. Oh, not about Willow being like *them*, but about her being the right one for him. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her over the last three months, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he never would, and... it was intolerable that he just... let her go.

He wasn't sure of exactly where she'd gone, or how he would find her, but... Find her he would, and when he did? Well, he didn't know, but... he just felt so *empty* without her!

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Three months, the blond thought wonderingly as he stared at the amazing creature he'd created. He'd had her for only three months, and she was already one of the best he'd ever seen! Of course, part of that was due to the fact that her former friends still refused to have anything to do with her. He snorted slightly, walking around her leather-clad form. As though the fact that she'd been researching the Poof's 'clause' had kept her from trying to defeat the bitch-god! It wasn't *her* fault that that Glory chick had been too strong; and it wasn't her fault that there was only so much she could *do*! And yet, still, the others insisted on believing that she could somehow have managed to pull the perfect spell out of her ass if she hadn't been 'obsessed' with affixing the soul of the vampire she'd gone and fallen for.

The Watcher, oddly enough, had been the only one to express any interest in the girl since she'd returned, and when the man had figured out what she and Spike were up to, he'd almost staked him himself! Spike smirked as he remembered the look on the tweed-clad man's face when his witch had explained that not only was he not *hurting* her, but she'd in fact *asked* him for this. The Watcher had observed them from a distance for almost two weeks, and when he'd realized that the redhead had been speaking the truth, he'd faded away again, unwilling to let his concern for the girl interfere with his relationship with his Slayer.

And that was all to the good, Spike decided, making one more slow circuit around the patiently kneeling girl. He could hear her heart beating fast; hear the slight hitch in her quick breaths, and that would have been enough to tell him what she wanted even if he *hadn't* been able to smell her desire. "What do you want, pet?" he purred softly, just by her ear. He smirked again, one hand stroking himself through his pants, when she responded.

"Whatever you want me to *have*, Master," she said softly, long since having come to understand that he expected her to respond vocally to questions which required it. At one time, she would have been trying to press her legs together, but he'd broken her of that instinct during the first month of her training, and... when he'd finally, finally taken her, she'd vowed to do *everything* exactly as he instructed... he was that *good*! A large part of her knew that she would miss this when she went back to Angel... miss *Spike*, but there was nothing for it. For while a portion of her truly did belong to her Master, the majority of her was the souled-one's, and both she *and* Spike knew it. "Whatever *you* want me to have," she said again, almost moaning when she felt his cool, elegant fingers on her stomach through the straps of leather she wore.

He licked his lips slowly as his fingers slid down the criss-crossing leather straps that were her only clothing. He'd found the harness almost by accident one night, back at the beginning. He'd gone shopping for a few things he'd need to train the girl, seeing as he wasn't exactly set up for that kind of thing at the moment, and as he'd strolled quickly through one of the larger specialty shops a few towns away, his keen eyes had spotted just the bottom strap, with it's buckle, hanging down beneath the leather vests on the rack. It wasn't actually that unusual of an item, but... it was a bright, rich blue-- as opposed to the usual dull black-- and as soon as he'd pulled it from the rod, he'd known... it was *hers*! Of course, he hadn't given it to her right away, but when he had...? He'd discovered that his eye was just as good as it had always been, because... it suited her to a fare thee well! Hell, the first time he'd had her wear it was the first time he'd *had* her! And damned if he wasn't going to have her again right now! His fingers slid between the straps, and he combed them through the short, painstakingly trimmed cinnamon curls at the apex of her thighs, groaning when he felt the wetness seeping from her core. "Why are you so *wet*, luv?"

Willow almost considered laughing, but... that would have delayed things a bit, and she was in no mood to wait for him to discipline her. "Because I'm with *you*, Master..." she sighed, spreading her legs a bit farther when his hand slid down to cup her sex. She felt one long, slim finger sliding deep inside her, and forced herself to remain still as he pumped it in and out slowly, only adding another when she sighed again.

His eyes almost rolled back in his head at just the sensation of her tight, wet walls gripping his thrusting digits, but he wanted so much more, and he knew she was going to give it to him, so he pulled his hand from her, ignoring the slight trembling in her shoulders. His other hand gripped her hair tightly, and forced her to turn towards him, still on her knees. "Something seems to want to get out of my pants, pet," he smirked into her wicked green eyes, "I wonder if you could help it..." He nodded quickly when her gaze asked permission, and his eyes closed as her small, warm fingers attacked the button and zip of his jeans. "It wants you..." he murmured, eyes still closed, and "*I* want you..." even more softly, when he felt her hot, sweet mouth wrapped around the tip of his throbbing erection.

He felt so good in her mouth... the thick, hooded head of him, and the soft, silky skin covering the pulsating, steel-like shaft was just... sublime. She loved these moments, when he just... let her *go*; let her do whatever she wanted to to his cool, ready cock. It wouldn't last, she knew, because soon he'd have her on her back, or bent over a chair, or even on her hands and knees, but... she loved this! She loved the deep, grunting moans he released, and the way his fingers pulled hard at her hair... loved to glance up his body and see his abdomen flexing as he thrust himself faster and harder into her wet mouth... loved that little sound he made when he couldn't hold his true face back any longer, and... she loved the way he felt when he was lodged deep in her throat, his hands shaking her head just a bit around him. She could feel the large vein on the underside of his swollen shaft against her tongue; feel the first small spurt of thick, cool fluid, and she almost moaned in disappointment when he suddenly pulled her mouth from his turgid strength.

"That's enough, pet," he groaned quietly, pulling her to her feet. He spun her around quickly, and unfastened the fur-lined leather manacles he'd had her wearing before turning her to face him again. He could see the shocked confusion on her face, and smiled. "I *told* you," he said, leading her to the small bed he slept in, "That I would teach you about submission, and I *have*. You're one of the best, pet, but..." His grin remained in place as he pushed his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them. "If I keep going with this particular type of training, you'll have a lot of trouble learning to dominate." He lay back against the cool blue sheets, his amber eyes flashing. "It's time to move on to the next phase, pet..."

She watched him, wide-eyed, as he lay back and fastened his own wrists to the headboard. She'd known since the beginning, of course, that this day would come, but... she hadn't expected it to be so *soon*! But regardless of the fact that *he* was the one restrained at the moment, he was still her Master, and she was somehow unwilling to disappoint him by balking. "Fine," she said, wincing at the hesitation she heard in her own voice, then "Fine!" again, much more strongly. "So I'm the Master... Mistress, here. Okay, I can handle that. And I can do whatever I want with you, right?" She grinned when he lowered his eyes and nodded. This might not be so bad, she decided, and she raised one small hand to her mouth, sucking her index finger inside. She pulled it out after a moment, and stepped closer, trailing the wet digit slowly down his chiseled torso, and giggled slightly when his skin twitched. "Good..." she purred, when he nodded again. She climbed onto the narrow bed and crawled slowly up his body, ignoring his small shivers-- mostly because she was almost *sure* that they were caused by him trying to hold in his amusement. We'll see who's laughing in a minute, she decided, straddling his face. "Make me *cum*, puppy..."

He wanted to groan at the sight of her hot, wet center perched so indelicately over his face, but... he'd been wanting to do this for too *long*! It would have been easy for him to pretend that *all* Masters gave their servants head, but sooner or later, she was going to have to go out in the world, and he hadn't wanted to be responsible for the discipline she'd receive if he lied. He'd only tasted her vicariously, from his fingers, and... His golden eyes slammed shut as she lowered her perfection to his lips. He *did* groan then, and slid his hard, pointed tongue deep within her.

Her fingers were clenched hard on the edge of the headboard, and her eyes were wider than she thought they'd ever been, because... He was *amazing*! He was thrusting his tongue deep into her, and she could feel his fangs brushing her hot flesh, and every time she shifted over him, he'd nibble softly at her clit, and... she'd told him to make her cum, but she hadn't thought it would be so *easy* for him! She tried to slow her own movements, but his mouth wouldn't let her, and it was only a moment later that she felt the world... *explode* around her!

Spike grinned to himself as the little witch shrieked out her release, but she hadn't told him to stop, and that was yet another lesson for her: Be specific. He continued to lick at her gently, nibbling softly on her inner thigh, and when he smelled her becoming even more aroused, he began flicking his tongue swiftly over her swollen clit. He moaned softly when she ground her sweet, wet heat against his lips, and stabbed his tongue deep into her once more, groaning softly when she pulled herself from him.

She should have known, she told herself. After the sometimes elaborate instructions he'd given her, she should have known to tell him to stop once she came. But she knew *now*, and she filed the information away for later study and absorption. She moved slightly down his body, almost laughing at the look of disappointment on his ridged face. He'd taught her a lesson, she acknowledged to herself, but *two* could play at that game, and she continued down his cool flesh, allowing her wet crotch to skim along his pale skin until she finally stopped, his cock pressed against her steaming core.

The little witch thought she was going to teach him a *lesson*, he realized. She'd teased him, and taunted him with her wetness, and now she was... She was tight against him, her sweet, perfect twat resting against his raging shaft! But he hadn't been trained by his Sire for nothing, and... there was just no *way* that he was going to give in that easily! No, he told himself, she was going to have to *fight* to truly dominate *him*! Too bad, he realized a moment later, that she didn't fight *fair*, because... she was rocking her hot, dripping cunt against his ready cock, and she kept... *teasing* him by *almost* letting him slide into her, and... her *fingers*! Her fingers were digging deep into the flesh of his chest, her short, blunt nails almost drawing blood, and... he didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his *life*! "Pet..." he groaned, when she rubbed against him again, *hard*, and he felt the leather of her harness against his sensitive shaft, "Pet... *please*!"

She almost wanted to let him get away with it, she was so hot herself, but... As he'd taught her, it wasn't a good idea to let something like that slide, so she forced herself to push away, and she stood by the bed, staring into his eyes disappointedly. "*Who*?" she demanded, hoping she wasn't going too far, "*What* did you call me, puppy?" She watched the dawning realization in his eyes, and turned away, smirking as she crossed the room to the small cabinet he kept all his...*tools* in. He wanted her to be dominant? Well, then, she decided, finally selecting the well-used riding crop, *dominant* she would *be*! Her smirk remained in place as she turned and moved back to the bedside, slapping the crop lightly-- and repeatedly-- into her palm. "Now..." she said softly, "*What* did you say?"

He honestly thought he could have cum right then, because... just the *thought* of her using the quirt on him was *incredible*. But still, that would take time, and he was just... *aching* to be inside her. "Mistress," he said quickly, "I meant 'Mistress', pet!" He winced even as he heard the endearment leaving his lips.

Willow sighed, trailing the folded leather tip of her toy up the outside of his leg. "You know," she said conversationally, "You're not really *good* at being submissive, puppy..." Her eyes gleamed as she brought the crop down hard on his pale thigh. "Guess I'm gonna have to *teach* you."

Spike's golden eyes slammed shut when she began raining blows down upon his cool flesh, and he fought to hold in his moans. Not that she was hitting him *hard*, because it was really just enough to sting, but... this was the first time she'd been on the dominating side of things, and she was doing amazingly well... He only hoped that this was an indication of how good she would still *become*. His cock was twitching madly-- and he was forcing himself not to break the restraints he'd closed around his own wrists-- when she finally stopped, and he opened his eyes to meet her wide, aroused ones.

She was caught in his eyes for just a moment before he lowered his glance, but that was all right, because... just looking at his so-pale skin, dotted with angry red marks, was making her even more excited. To see him, and know that *she* was the one who had *marked* him was... Her eyes trailed once more over his spotted skin. She didn't know *what* it was, but... she liked it! Just as much as she'd liked being the one *with* the marks! But that wasn't the point at the moment, she knew. "Now," she said softly, her voice slightly shaky, "What did you say?"

He swallowed hard, well aware of the fact that if she tried to stop now he'd break free and just... *ravage* her! He hadn't been *this* worked up in well over a century, and there was no way he was going to let this end yet! "Please, Mistress," he said softly, eyes still focused on the foot of the bed, "Let me..."

"What do you want, puppy?" Willow purred, slapping the quirt lightly in her palm. She knew, of course, but she wanted to hear him say it. "Let you*what*?" she asked, silkily.

"Let me *fuck* you, Mistress," Spike finally said, "Let me pleasure you until you've had all that you can *stand*..." His eyes slowly moved to hers, and he forced his human seeming to emerge. "Let me take you deep and hard, until you can hardly even *breathe*..." He squirmed slightly against the mattress, almost undone by the look in her eyes, alone. "Let me *love* you, Mistress."

She barely even noticed it when she dropped her toy to the floor, and she didn't really remember crawling back onto his cool, sculpted form, but... when she slid her dripping core over and down his throbbing, seeping shaft, she moaned loud and long. "Spike..." she groaned, her hands resting hard on his chest as she began to ride, "Love me..."

His fingers were gripping hard at the headboard, and he was struggling to maintain his equilibrium, because... the moment she'd taken him into her he'd *known*! She was the *one*, the one he'd waited his entire existence to find, and... she was on top of him, riding him hard, and her hands were covering his too-tight nipples, and... He'd promised to wear her out. But still, she was saying his *name*! Not 'Master', or the new 'puppy', but *Spike*! He groaned deeply, once more fighting the urge to break his bonds. "Mistress..." he growled.

"No..." she gasped, sliding herself up and down again, *hard*, "I'll be 'Mistress' later..." Her fingers curled against his strong chest, and she groaned again, moving up him until just the thick head of his cock was still inside her. "Right now.. just let me... be... *Willow*!"

He growled again, deeper in his throat this time, and before he even knew it, he'd torn through his restraints as though they'd been made of tissue instead of leather. His hands flew to her hips, and he pulled her down hard upon him, gasping himself as he sank deeply and fully into her. "Willow," he sighed, before suddenly flipping them both. He smiled down into her surprised eyes, and pulled back from her. "You're astonishing, pe... Willow..." he sighed, sliding deep into her amazingly tight, wet heat.

He'd never been like this with her before. He'd never taken her with such tender passion. Her mind was reeling just from the sensation, and she almost wished that she could just... *forget* about Angel, but... She couldn't. She *loved* him! Just as much, she realized-- the knowledge stunning her-- as *Spike* loved *her*! And he was on her, and *in* her, *moving* in her, and she could feel his long, turgid shaft filling her almost completely, and he was murmuring her name, and whimpering ever so slightly when she raised her hips to meet his increasingly desperate thrusts, and... Her hands slid around his back, moving lower and lower, until she was gripping tightly at his flexing ass, and her legs wrapped around his waist as she opened herself further to him, and... Gods, it felt like he was slamming himself all the way up into her throat! Her eyes were suddenly closed, and she gloried in the sensation of his strong cock battering hard at her cervix, and she groaned loudly when he slowed. He was thrusting into her still, but... each time he was fully sheathed, he was pressing himself just that bit further into her, and... the slight edge of pain was making her *crazy*! She could feel some un-named part of her body giving to him, more than should be possible, and she tried to stifle her small shriek when the first wave of sheer delight crashed down on her. She wasn't terribly successful, though, and was even *less* so when the next, and the next, and the *next* came.

She was everything he'd ever dreamed of! And she was... letting him make love to her! Oh, sure, he'd called it *fucking*, but it was making love, none the less. And she was just... *perfect*, with her smallish, toned body writhing beneath him, her breath coming forth in small, erotic grunts, and the way her fingers were digging into his ass, and her long, strong legs wrapped around his hips... His eyes were wide and golden, and his sharp, jagged teeth were aching to be sheathed in her hot, sweet skin, just as his cock was sheathed within her willing wet heat, but... he might be her Master, but he wasn't her *Master*, and that thought alone was almost enough to dull his pleasure, but... Then she convulsed hard around him, and as much as he wanted to watch her cum, his eyes slammed shut, and he stroked deep into her again, giving just that extra little *push* at the end, and he almost screamed as she tightened around him again... and again... and *again*! "Willow..." he groaned loudly, wanting nothing more than to explode deep inside her, "Will..."

She tried to look at him, but his continued motions made that impossible, but... Gods, she wanted to feel him cumming deep inside her! She wanted so badly to feel him filling her with his cool, dead seed; to feel his hard, tight body arching hard into hers, and to hear him cry out when it did! She groaned loudly as yet another orgasm shook her to her roots, and her lips fastened themselves tightly to the side of his neck as her hands moved on his ass, and she forced one slim finger into his tightly clench anus.

Her lips on his neck would have been enough for him, but her finger, slamming into a place no-one but his Sire had ever been was just... *too* much, and he reared above her, grinding his cock even deeper into her tight, wet pussy as he filled her to overflowing, and beyond.

Willow smiled softly, and stroked his back after he collapsed onto her. Somehow, she hadn't been expecting things to be so... *different* when they were just being themselves, but they *had*, and she didn't know quite what it meant. Of course, the fact that he was licking her neck, slowly and sensually, didn't help her thought processes at all, either! She sighed softly, a purely *satisfied* sigh, and raised one hand to the back of his head.

He was slowly regaining his sense of self as he lapped gently at the pulse beating in her throat. They'd made love, yes, but... the girl still loved his Sire. That was what this whole thing was *about*! He was entirely sure that the Poof loved the witch, too, and that was almost the entirety of the problem. Because now that he'd *had* her... not 'pet', the submissive-- or 'Mistress', the dom, but *Willow*... he didn't know that he could give her up. And maybe, he told himself, hearing her happy sigh... maybe he wouldn't *have* to! He'd continue her training, and make her into everything a vampire could ever want, and... he'd take her to LA. She'd see Peaches; maybe even *shag* him a time or two, but... there was a good chance that she'd come back to *him*, especially if he could somehow find a way to make sure that all their nights, between now and then, ended the way *this* one had! With *Spike* and *Willow*... making *love*! He smiled softly against her smooth skin, and rolled from her, snugging her sweet, warm body against his on the small mattress. "I think I need a bigger *bed*..." he murmured, chuckling along with her when she giggled.
 

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