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Spike lifted the redhead’s sweater over her head
slowly, smiling as her pale skin came into view.
“Ow!” Willow squealed.
“What is it, pet?” Spike asked, confused.
“My earring. It’s caught in the sweater. Ow, ow,
ow!”
“Hold still, luv. Let me get it.” Spike squinted at
the small shiny earring as he worked it carefully out
of the material. “Better?” he asked.
Willow nodded, rubbing her ear. “Just hurt,” she
said, a half frown on her face.
“I’m sorry, pet,” Spike said, kissing her gently.
Willow’s hands dropped to his waist, undoing his jeans
and sliding them down his hips. She stooped to help
pull them off, but she couldn’t pull them over his
boots.
“Um, you have to sit down,” Willow said. She knelt at
his feet and began to tug at the clunky shoes. “Ugh!”
she said, irritatedly. “Are these double knotted?”
“Probably. Let me get them,” Spike said, leaning
over. Willow giggled. “What’s so funny, pet?” Spike
asked.
“You just look kind of funny with your pants around
your ankles like that.”
“Funny,” Spike grumbled. “Thanks a lot,” he said,
finally kicking off his boots and shoving his pants to
the floor.
“In a very sexy way, I promise,” Willow assured. She
slid her own jeans off and removed her underwear,
tossing it to the floor.
Spike grinned at the sight of his naked lover. “Come
here,” he said huskily. Willow smiled at him and
moved to straddle his lap, her hands running over his
bare chest.
Spike kissed her gently on the neck, slowly exploring
the contours of the thin column. As he brushed his
lips against her ear, Willow giggled. “Sorry,” she
whispered. “Just ticklish.”
Spike smiled and lay back on the bed. He rolled them
over so that she was beneath him before realizing that
they were precariously close to the edge of the bed.
“Pet, we need to scoot over,” he said. He scooted
them awkwardly sideways on the bed, almost crashing
onto her when she accidentally knocked his arm out
from under him.
Spike kissed her tenderly on the lips, slowing working
his way down across her smooth firm stomach. Willow
giggled again. “Red,” Spike warned.
“I’m sorry.” Spike slid between her legs and began
placing feathery kisses along her thigh. Willow burst
out laughing. “I’m so sorry,” she giggled when Spike
glared at her.
“Red, I’m trying to seduce you here.”
“I know.” Willow giggled some more, unable to stop
laughing now. “I’m really sorry.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered.
Willow laughed some more before sitting up suddenly.
“I have to pee now,” she said sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Spike shook his head as the redhead dashed to the
bathroom. He sighed and crawled up onto the bed to
wait for her to come back.
“Spike, you’re not mad at me are you?” Willow asked
nervously.
“Of course not, luv. Come here.”
Willow crawled into bed beside him and laid her head
on his chest. “I love you, Spike,” she said softly.
“I love you, too, pet.” They lay in silence for a few
minutes as Spike rubbed lazy circles on her back.
“You want to just snuggle up and sleep? I know you
had a long day.”
“That would be nice. I need to get up early tomorrow
anyway.”
“Roll over then, pet.” Willow rolled onto her side as
Spike spooned behind her.
“Oh, Spike,” Willow said, lifting her head just in
time for it to connect with the blonde’s forearm.
“Ouch,” she whimpered.
“I’m sorry, Red. Are you okay? What were you going
to say?”
“Just that real life isn’t as glamorous and sexy and
fabulous as the stories and movies make it out to be,”
she replied, rubbing her forehead.
“True. But I still wouldn’t give all this up.
Especially since I have you here.”
Willow smiled happily. “Me neither. Good night,
Spike.”
“Good night, Red.”