Willow curled up against the arm of the couch. She tucked her feet in the crack of the cushions. Try as she might the red head could not concentrate on the video playing. She sighed as she watched Bridget Jones work her way out of another mess. The cause of her distraction chuckled beside her.
Spike laughed as the silly chit pranced around in her bunny suit. He noticed that the red head beside him wasn't laughing. It seemed like something she'd laugh about. "Want some popcorn, pet?" he asked holding out the plastic bowl.
Willow glanced over at him. "No, thanks," she answered quietly.
Sensing something amiss, he set the bowl on the floor. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He picked up the remote control and turned off the video. The blue screen gave the living room a faint glow. "What did you do that for?" she asked.
Spike pulled her feet from underneath the cushion. "Something's bothering you, luv. Now tell old Spike what it is?" he prompted. While he waited, he rubbed the ball of her left foot with his thumb.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," she answered. *Oh, that feels good.*
"Some how I don't believe you," he said. With a grin he gave her foot a tickle.
Willow tried to jerk her foot from his hand with little success. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" he asked. He gave her bare foot another tickle.
"Spike!" she said with a screech as she tried to pull away. He continued to tickle her feet until she was curled up clutching her stomach. "Spike! Oh, stop. Please. Oh, goddess. Please stop," she gasped between bouts of laughter.
"Not till you tell me what's wrong," he said.
"Nothing's wrong. I promise," she laughed. Spike just doubled his efforts and Willow ended up rolling off the couch in her laughing fit. She banged her head against the coffee table before she hit the floor.
"Willow!" Spike exclaimed as he released her foot. He knelt over her. "Are you okay, pet? I'm sorry," he said as he brushed her hair from her face.
Willow held one hand to her head and one to her aching stomach. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He pulled her hand away from her forehead and looked at the knot that was starting to form. "I'm sorry, Red. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
She stared up at his concerned face. "I know you didn't."
"Want me to kiss and make it better," he teased. He focused on her brilliant green eyes. *Never realized how beautiful her eyes were,* he thought. He leaned down and kissed the bump on her head.
Willow closed her eyes as his soft, gentle lips touched her skin. *He smells so good,* she thought with a sigh. *Leather, cigarettes and aftershave.*
Spike pulled back and was amazed to see the blissful expression on her face. *Did I do that?* he asked himself. "Hit anything else on the way down?" he asked hoping she would say yes.
She stared up into his clear blue eyes. "Well, I think I brushed my cheek against the table, too," she whispered. He brushed his lips against her right cheek. "No the other one," she corrected.
He kissed the left cheek. "How about your nose?" he asked and kissed the tip of her upturned nose when she nodded. "Chin?" That received a moist caress from his lips. He settled on the floor beside her, bracing himself over her torso with his elbows. He traced her pink lips with the tip of his fingers. "What about here? I would hate to miss anything," he said softly.
Willow pursed her lips and kissed his finger tip. "Well, just to be
thorough," she answered. Her eyes drifted close as his lips covered
hers. It was a
tentative touch at first. The second was a little more sure.
She opened her eyes and found him staring at her while he kissed her.
On the third kiss, she brushed the tip of her tongue against his lips.
His lips tasted like the butter popcorn he'd been eating earlier.
Spike groaned softly as she tasted him. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and brushed her soft cheek with the backs of his fingers. He let his lids close as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Desire swept through him yet he kept the kiss to a soft loving exchange.
She basked in his sweet caresses from his hands and tongue. She felt as if the entire world had stopped for this moment. At least she wanted time to stop so she could savor every moment of this experience.
Spike pulled back as he stroked the silken strands of her hair. He stared into her eyes trying to fathom this experience. *I've been kicking around this planet for over a century and a little wisp of a chit has completely blown me away,* he wondered.
Willow reached up and pushed a stray curl of bleach blonde hair off his forehead. "What are you thinking?" she asked quietly.
"How old are you?" he asked.
Unsure of what that had to do with anything, she looked away. "Almost twenty," she answered. *Was it that bad?*
He cupped her chin in his hand and waited until she looked into his eyes. "I don't think I've ever experienced a kiss like that before."
"Is that good or bad?" she asked hesitantly.
"Definitely, good. So amazingly good. Stupendously good. Astronomically..."
She placed a finger against his lips with a laugh. "Okay. I get it. You liked it."
Spike kissed her finger. "Yes. Can I have another?" he asked.
Willow thought about it for a moment. "Well, I guess it would be okay."
"Good," Spike said as he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his own.
THE END