Part Four - Fancy It?

Willow sat on a bench in the university's rose garden. She'd
come across the
place quite by accident one day when she'd been walking with Buffy.
It was situated in
the center of a thick wall of rose bushes. She smirked as she looked
at the decorative
plaque stating that stated the obvious. Nonetheless, the
ornamental "Rose Garden"
sign graced the well manicured patch of land. So that's what my
tuition money pays for. .
.dirt, fertilizer, and plants. Wouldn't want to spend it on
something silly, like books or hiring
some new professors! She reached into her backpack to pull out her
lunch, a peanut
butter sandwich , a soda, and an apple. She sat back, enjoying the
warmth from the sun
that suffused her body as she looked down at her notebook.
Buffy couldn't meet her for lunch today because she was
training with Giles so
Willow reviewed her notes for an upcoming test while she ate. She
only had fifteen
minutes today, her classes were back to back, but figured she might
as well make the
most out of it. Her psychology professor gave incredibly hard tests
that always
contained obscure details from the lecture notes. She was going over
Piaget's theory
when a hand tapped her on the shoulder. Willow looked up from the
white pages into
two sky blue eyes. "Spike?" Had she dozed off? Was she dreaming now?
"Hello, pet." He said nonchalantly, as a big smile spread
over his handsome face.
Spike was enjoying her shock immensely. " Thought I'd join you for
lunch today."
Spike was outside. And he wasn't burning to a crisp. "How
did this. . .when did
this, uh. . .?" Her mouth finally fell open in utter shock, unable to
speak anymore.
Spike showed her his hand, a small gold ring graced
it. "Fancy it, luv? It's called
the Gem of Amarra." He said proudly.
"It makes you able to walk in sunlight." She breathed. She
took his hand in her
own and ran one finger over the ring. On one hand, Willow was
elated. Part of the
problem in Buffy's relationship with Angel was that they were only
able to meet in the
shadows. Spike had taken care of that. They could go to the beach,
have a picnic, and
now he could even lay out and try to get a tan if he wanted too !
The other problem
with the Slayer's relationship with the soulled vampire was his
tendency to lose it and
become a homicidal maniac. Homicide. Spike could now prey on humans
during the
daylight hours.
"Why so glum, pet?" Spike had watched the play of emotions
across her face.
"Oh, I'm not sad. Why would I be?" Willow tried to shake off
her misgivings
temporarily. She'd heard of the Gem of Amarra, she'd look it up
tonight at Giles'
apartment for more specifics. "Just surprised, that's all. Wanna go
do something
sunny? We could go to the beach."
Spike smiled, glad that she had accepted this new
development. But he hadn't
shared everything with her though. For all intents and purpose, he
was now invincible.
Even a stake through the heart wouldn't hurt him. "The beach, eh?"
Spike mused.
She nodded happily. "Yeah, we can go out in the sun now."
She frowned, noting
his exposed pale skin. "Goddess, Spike, you have to be careful now.
The sun's rays are
harmful. Y-you could get skin cancer." She said and then
grinned. "Well, if you
weren't a vampire, you could." She kissed a white finger tip of the
hand she still held.
Spike growled low in his throat as he pulled her up from the
bench and then
lifted her until she stood on it. Now he was shorter than her and he
could look up into
her face. Willow leaned down to kiss him and her mouth was
achingly sweet. He ran
his hand under her skirt to pinch her thigh gently. "Been a long
time since I did
anything on the beach, pet, and never under the sun." Then he waggled
his eyebrows
suggestively. She laughed, blushing all the way to the roots of her
hair. He grinned
suddenly, running his eyes over her. "You look beautiful today, did I
tell you that yet?"
She leaned down to hug him. "No, not yet. But you say that
every time you see
me."
"That's because I always mean it." He kissed her softly, it
was filled with more
caring than passion.
Willow sigh was caught by his mouth. Goddess, she was in
trouble, she already knew
the vampire was irresistible but she began to suspect that she loved
him. What do you mean,
`suspect', Rosenberg? Isn't more like `know you love him'? She was
chiding her own
thoughts now. Maybe she should stop by the campus psychology clinic.
Spike reluctantly relaxed his hold on her a bit and smiled
mischievously, eyeing
the thick tangle of rose bushes that still surrounded them. "I do
love your beach idea.
But, I came here for `lunch', pet."
Willow felt that familiar stir of excitement in her belly.
She looked over his
shoulder at the dwindling flow of students, calculating the odds of
someone seeing
them. The place was quickly becoming a ghost town. Another class had
just started.
Class! "Spike, I have class."
Spike wasn't about to give in so easily. Making love to her
under the harsh glare
of the sun was too good to resist. The ring had given him a renewed
sense of power.
Spike felt like a god and all he wanted was his goddess. "I told you
how much I enjoy
being a teacher, didn't I, pet? Don't you want to stay and take my
class instead?" He
traced a circle on her kneecap.
Yes, she really did. Psychology, schmycology. Willow felt
her knees began to
weaken. "Maybe I have a little bit of time for just a lesson or two."
"Good girl." He pulled her from the bench and settled her
against his hips.
"Close your legs around me."
When she did, Willow flushed. She could feel the hard length
of him against her.
The only thing that separated them was the faded denim of his jeans
and her
underwear. The skin of her inner thighs was very sensitive to the
rough material of his
pants and she gasped at the contact. He walked them around the bench
until he could
lean against it's wrought iron back. She put her arms around his
neck. "Are we going
to-"
He really wanted to. It would be so easy to free himself and
push aside the thin
barrier of her cotton panties. But she hadn't confessed her love to
him. She wasn't yet
his. He had to play the game to win her, one false move and the
Slayer would take her
from him. "Not yet." Spike said hoarsely. He silenced her protests
with his mouth,
gratified that her body wanted him so much. Then he began to grind
against her.
Her wetness stained the front of his jeans as they rubbed
against each other.
Willow's breath was coming out in harsh pants against his neck as her
thighs gripped
him harder. His belt buckle scraped up against her belly and the
small pain only made
the pleasure that much sweeter. They were both hurtling out of
control.
He nipped at her neck, teasing her with his sharp
teeth. "Bite me, Spike." He
sank his fangs in, gorging himself on her blood. She cried out then
in more of that glorious pleasure/pain. He groaned, as he came in
his jeans. Spike pulled his fangs from her
neck, sipping the excess droplets of blood. Willow looked at him,
with her flushed
cheeks, sated smile, and tear-stained eyes then. She caressed his
pale cheek with one of
her small hands. "I love you, Spike."
Spike's mouth dropped open as felt his world spin gloriously
out of control.
Willow loved him. He brushed his hand over the ring he had given her
last time. Yes,
tonight she would be his. Forever.
 
 

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