Spike watched Willow get into the oafish detective's car. He got into his car and drove away before them, spewing gravel in his haste. <The little red-hair witch.. I can't believe her! 'Take me home Tim', making googley eyes at the stupid wanker.. she just thinks... Wait a bloody minute... she's going to get rid of the copper and try and search the spook's house...yeah, well just see little girl! One thing I've learned in my years as a vamp is to steer clear of government agent types.>

Willow managed to calm down on the car ride from the club. < How dare he think he can treat me like some child.. sending me off to bed. I want to catch this monster.. I don't know how much longer I can do this dancing thingie. >

"Willow, did he hurt you?" Tim asked

" What? Mark," Willow replied, breaking out of her silent reverie.

"Did he hurt you? He had a good grip on your arm!"

"Oh no, he just gets too overprotective at times, he thinks he know what's best for me and treats me like a little kid," she explained.

Spike sped to Ash Street and parked behind Willow's block. He ran through a backyard, narrowly avoided getting bit by a sleeping dog, and tore his shirt as he vaulted over a chain link fence. < Damn her! > He saw the copper's car pulling up into the driveway. He quickly movedround to the side of the house, climbed the trellis and went into her room through the French doors.

The demon stood back in the shadows watching the vamp. < Soon, very soon you shall be mine Willow!>

Tim walked Willow up to her door. "May I come in? I'd like to talk some more about the case." he asked

Willow hesitated, < Spike's likely to show up and make a scene... and I really want to get over to Krychek's place before he leaves the club. Although, Tim may have some new information. > "Sure, come in." she gestured unlocking the door.

< How do you like that, why is she inviting him in? > Spike questioned, listening from the upstairs hallway.

" Sit down, can I get you something to drink?" she asked politely.

"How about a cola?" he replied politely.

"Be right back." She returned with two glasses of soda.

"Thanks," he replied politely.

< Listen to them two, bloody polite, I'm about to heave from the sugar rush!> Spike rolled his eyes.

"So, you said you wanted to talk more about the case, Tim," Willow began.

"Yes, actually, I'm worried that you're putting yourself in great danger by being at the club; and I wish you'd stop dancing there," he replied evenly.

<Oh, boy, she going to let you have it right between the eyes!> Spike grinned.

"Tim,that's so sweet of you to worry, but I'm actually very good at taking care of myself, and besides I've got back up," she answered pleasantly.

<What? I'm going to heave... listen to her all honey voiced.. she's flirting with him,> he growled softly.

"It's your back up that concerns me the most, Willow," Tim responded.

" I told you before I think this Spike character is dangerous.. and he proved that tonight when he manhandled you, he continued.

Spike clenched his fists.

"No,things got just a bit out of hand tonight, Spike just gets worked up sometimes, but he actually takes his bodyguard duties seriously," she laughed.

< Spike, smiled... She told you, loser! >

" So your not really involved then.. dating I mean?" Tim asked.

Willow felt a twinge of regret, " No, no.. we're just working together," she replied softly.

Spike felt colder suddenly. < 'Aww', Willow, please don't tell me 'you've' gone soft on the copper? He's gonna put the moves on you, baby. >

"I'm glad, Willow," Tim said softly. He moved his hand and brushed her cheek. "I think very highly of you, and you can do so much better than that loser." He leaned in to kiss her.

Spike silently crept down the stairs, and peered around the corner... he saw..

Willow shove Tim in the chest as she jumped up. Tim lost his balance and fell of the couch onto the floor.

"Spike is not a loser, and you'd better leave now." Willow said firmly, moving towards the door.

<That's my girl.. you told him.. get rid of the dope.. toss him out on his arse! > He practically had to bite his own lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"Willow," Tim implored picking himself up off the floor, " You're not hung up on the peroxide cue-tip, are you?"

Spike narrowed his eyes, < I'll show you a cue-tip, and I'll clean out the sewers with your arse.>

"Tim, look it's late: just leave, now!" she said angrily opening the door. <Wouldn't matter if I was. >

"Goodnight" she slammed the door.

Spike felt positively giddy as the door slammed. < I'd better get upstairs and vanish before she sees me. >

Willow moved back into the living room. She picked up the two soda glasses and brought them into the kitchen. She checked her watch. <It's not too late...> Willow quickly moved toward the stairs. She kicked off her high heels and began to strip off her shirt as she started up the stairs. < I've got to hurry. >

Spike heard her coming up the stairs and he stood behind her bedroom door hoping she was going to use the bathroom so he could cross the room and get out before she caught him spying. Willow barreled into her room tossing her shirt and bra onto her bed, her short skirt hit the floor.

Spike caught sight of her bare alabaster back as she rushed into the room and he lost all brain function as the blood pooled to his lower regions, when her short skirt hit the floor leaving Willow clad in a skimpy pair of sheer black panties. He knew he needed to do something. The only thing he wanted to do was bury himself into her fiery center. He swallowed hard, wondered when the room had gotten so hot, and began a mantra:* don't turn around, don't turn around.* Willow turned around to get a pair of sweat pants out of her dresser.

Spike practically groaned aloud as he caught sight of her creamy, rose-tipped breasts. He watched as she bent down and slid the pants onto her legs and he drew blood from his own lips when her breasts bobbed with the slight movement. She then removed a black sweat shirt and slipped it on. Spike was rock hard, and was torn between grabbing her and having his way with her, and grabbing her, and begging her to let him have his way with her.

Willow looked for her brush on her dresser and realized she must have left it in the bathroom. She turned around to exit the room and saw someone standing in the shadows of her room. Willow screamed.
 
 

Part 14

"Shhhhhh, It's only me.." Spike said, moving out of the shadows. Willow, reacting on instinct and Buffy's training, landed a roundhouse kick to the intruder's groin.

"Ugh.." he groaned as he fell to the bedroom floor curled up in a fetal position, trying to catch his undead breath.

"Spike, Oh Goddess,…You were spying on me and Tim…" Willow yelled, pacing like a caged animal about Spike's prone body.

"You cold hearted bastard…How dare…. Oh… MY!" Willow stopped in her tracks as she realized he had seen her change.. seen her naked! Her face flamed and she bolted from the bedroom.

Spike's groin still was throbbing painfully, < I never thought she was such a tigress. Some of Dru's insanity must have rubbed off on me … cause her catching me and kicking me jewels has only made the damn diamond harder! >

Spike pulled himself up off the floor and slowly moved after her.

Willow was about to open the front door. Spike leaped from the stairs, <She is not going out .. to get herself killed! > landed a bit unsteadily, and fell into her, pinning her up against the door.

Willow's eyes flew open wide. She felt Spike's hard body pressed up against her and that wasn't all she felt that was hard and pressed up against her.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Where do you think your going, Red?" he growled.

His testy tone snapped her out of her desire-induced silence.

"Get off me!" she shoved at his chest. " I'm not some child that you can control with threats!" she hissed.

Spike pushed back against her hands with his body, his erection rubbing against her abdomen.

"I'm not excited by little children and furthermore, Red, your insolence sets my blood to boil!" he whispered and caught her ear lobe between his teeth and sucked it gently into his mouth.

Willow closed her eyes and knew if he wasn't holding her body upright, she would have fallen to the floor. "So…"she groaned "you think you can deter me now with…. Ohhh!" she exhaled as he moved from her ear to lick and nuzzle her neck.

Her palms kneaded his hard chest and she arched ever so slightly into his pelvis with her hips.

It was Spikes turn to groan. He moved his head back and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and met hers, giving as good as she got. She slipped her hands up around the back of his head to keep him prisoner. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her back away from the door and slipped his hands onto her ass lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they both moaned in pleasure as their arousals. Met, grinding against one another, much the same as their mouths. He staggered backward until he hit the couch and he fell down upon it. He managed to keep a hold of Willow, but the impact of her core slamming into his cock as they fell upon the couch almost caused him to climax. He could feel her heart racing, slamming into his chest. He tore his mouth away from hers and she panted, trying to draw needed air into her lungs. He moved back and reached between them to pull her sweatshirt up and off her hot body.

She lifted her arms to help him and he growled deep in his throat when he saw her flushed rosy- tipped breasts inches from his face. He moved his hand up to cup one, gently running his finger around the darkened areola. Willow arched forward, threw her head back and gripped his neck like a vise. He moved closer and blew his cold breath on the nipple and she moaned out loud.

"Spike," she whimpered. He could take no more teasing. He latched onto her hard nub and sucked greedily. She screamed and clawed at his neck and shoulders and writhed upon his lap. His other hand teased the other breast, pinching more sharply then he intended as he was distracted by the heat he felt emanating from her core.

She keened, "Please… oh please.."

Spike could take no more. He grabbed her more firmly about the ass. He slid off the couch to the floor and laid her gently upon the carpet. He pulled back to remove his shirt, and he thought once again that he might climax just looking into her passion glazed, dark green eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall and he could hear her heart beat. He stood and slid out of his pants. He saw her eyes drop to his freed erection and he saw her smile.

He dropped naked to his knees, lifted her hips and drew off her sweatpants and her panties. He pushed her knees farther apart, gripped his member and plunged into her weeping center. She yelled in surprise at the intrusion and he moved his mouth back to her lips to take her hot breath into his being.

It was his turn to moan in shock when she tilted her hips and thrust up against him and he felt her tight walls grip him. He began to move slowly in and out of her, while his tongue met hers in a mirrored dance. Spike knew he couldn't last long, his body, and his blood, was being consumed by her essence. He thrust faster and harder and felt her hands clawing at his back and ass, she tore her lips away from his and sucked in air and screamed out his name as she clenched down violently on his cock. He buried his head into her neck, his imminent climax causing his game face to appear he bit into her neck as he climaxed. Willow felt her walls clench again and she lost consciousness.

Part 15

Her blood was hot and fiery just like she was. Spike sucked her liquid fire into his mouth and immediately grew hard again. He felt her womanly heart grab him and wring his essence back into her body. He gasped and fell in a heap. His body was reverberating with sensory overload. His limbs couldn't respond. He must have dozed off a moment for the next thing he knew ,he heard pounding. He lifted himself off Willow, " Oh Red, ..I'm too heavy you..", he saw her unconscious form. < What have I done? I've killed her! I've drained her dry! No! No! > He grabbed her stilled form and pulled her into his arms. She's still warm and breathing, Thank goodness! > "Willow," he said softly caressing her face.

Spike was distracted by the pounding, on the door. " Just a bloody Minute," he yelled.

"Spike? Is that you?" Xander yelled.

Spike felt panicked. < What have I done?> He looked down at the beautiful naked women he cradled in his arms. She seemed in a deep sleep. His eyes raked her body still flush from their lovemaking and landed on her neck. Two tiny holes leaked her fiery blood. He wanted to take her all over again, never mind Xander, never mind she was unconscious. He shook his head to clear his thought. <Oh Damn! What if she managed to unlock the door? He stood abruptly, Willow still in his embrace.

"Ah,.. Oh Shit," he looked around the room. " Hang on, Xander," Spike dashed for the stairs.

He laid Willow down on her bed and pulled a sheet to cover her. She sighed and shifted in her sleep.

Spike's whole body twitched in response to her. He wanted to crawl into bed next to her. < NO! NO! Get rid of Xander.> Spike heard Xander's voice call up the stairs. <The little shit is in the house.> Spike headed for the stairs and was halfway down before he realized he was still naked and semi- erect. >

"OH, FUCK!" two male voices said.

"Spike!" Xander yelled. "Oh.. you and Willow didn't.. aren't," Xander shut his mouth and shook his head as if to clear the image from his mind.

"Shhh, Willow is sleeping," Spike replied, pushing past the dazed Xander to grab his pants.

"This is not happening. This is some nightmare I'm having ! This is just a bad dream. I'm going home now, and when *I wake up*" Xander mumbled to himself as he moved to the door and let himself out.

Spike locked the door; he moved back upstairs to check on Willow. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep peacefully. Spike caressed her cheek softly, "I'm sorry Red. I'm so sorry." Spike watched her sleep for two hours and just before dawn he left.
 
 

Part 16

Willow woke up and rolled over. She was terribly thirsty. <Spike.> Willow realized she was in her own bed, naked but alone. < Oh Goddess, it's almost 10:00 o'clock. She rolled out of bed and padded towards the shower, initially noting a slight discomfort from her sex. As she flashed back to their coupling the dull ache blossomed into arousal... <Willow girl you need a cold shower.> Willow quickly set the facet and entered the shower. < Gee, the least he could have done was leave me a note.. Thanks for a... What if he left because .. If... I... was a disappointment...> Willow stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself into a towel. She wiped the steam off the mirror and spoke to herself, "it's not like your Miss Experience with men." <I'm sure he was real impressed with you falling asleep too. > The mirror steamed up; Willow brushed her teeth and returned to her room to dress. She pinned her hair up and put on a pair of jeans and a pale blue tee shirt. Willow used her compact to apply her makeup. She dashed downstairs and stopped, staring at the carpet. Her sweat clothes remained were Spike had tossed them. Willow blushed, and felt a twinge of desire tear through her once again. She picked up the clothes and set them on the staircase. She moved into the kitchen, grabbed an orange juice and left for the mansion. < So what now?, "Hi Spike, thanks for the hot sex." Just act like nothing happened.. let him.. take the lead.. he did ok with things last night.> Willow smiled and backed her car out of the garage.

Spike was pacing in the basement of the mansion. He had had no sleep. Now you've got to face her. What do I say, * sorry I almost killed you*! Sorry I haven't been with mortal women so I was a bit selfish. "You see Willow, as a vampire ages he can't last very long." <What a stupid bullock I am.>

Xander was up the entire night fretting about Willow and Spike. He wanted to confront the vampire but felt he should talk to Willow first. He was eating his fourth donut when she walked in the living room. "Hi, Xan, save any for me?" she said, smiling. Willow walked over and sat down next to Xander.

" Wills," he couldn't meet her eyes for some reason. < Just tell her how you feel. > He took a drink of his soda, lifted his< head, and spewed the soda out his mouth.

"Xander!" she squealed, "What is the matter with you?" she said jumping up out of her chair.

"The bastard bit you!" Xander yelled.

"What?" asked Giles walking into the room.

"What?" Willow repeated. <He bit me, Oh Goddess I remember!> Willow sat back down in the chair as her face flamed. < Now they both know...>

"I'll kill him!" Xander raged.

Giles was by Willow's side and turned her head to look at her neck. Giles saw small puncture marks and some bruising. " Willow, I must advise you that this practice is highly inappropriate and dangerous,…. he lectured.

Willow interrupted them both. " Look, this is between Spike and me... and I don't need your permission or advice about my sex life!" she snapped.

Giles blushed scarlet.

"Willow, he's worse than Oz... at least Oz was human... most of the time.." Xander reasoned.

"Shut up Xander!" Willow retorted.

"So where the hell is your new boyfriend anyway?" Xander asked sarcastically.

Spike had been standing unnoticed in the doorway. He choose that moment to make his entrance. He had decided what he needed to do. This was going to make things a lot easier.

Spike cleared his throat, not able to meet Willow's eyes, "Look, Willow's right, not that it's either of your business, but Willow and I are not dating.. "

Xander interrupted Spike and stalked across the room towards him. "So what's Willow, your little fucking and sucking toy, you dead piece of..., " Xander hit Spike with a left cross, suprising the blond vamp, whose head snapped back.

"Why you little turd, how dare you use her name in the same sentence with .." he roared and hit Xander back, sending him sprawling onto his ass.

Giles yelled, and crossed the room to break up the fight.

Willow slipped out the mansion unnoticed, tears leaking from her green eyes.
 
 

Part 17

Giles had successfully managed to stop Spike from pummeling Xander into tiny pieces. However, Giles glasses had been broken in the fray and it appeared so had Xanders nose.

The two men breathing hard, the vamp scowling menacingly, when' all spoke at the same time; " Where's Willow?"

" Great, just fucking great!" Xander whined nasally, as he tried to staunch the flow of blood from his throbbing nose.

" Xander, perhaps you should get cleaned up, and go and find Willow." Giles suggested, glaring at the source of all the woe.

" Stay, away from Willow, Deadboy!" Xander hissed as he exited the living area.

"Well, that was a fine show, Spike." Giles commented while trying to unbend his glassess.

" Look, Watcher, I may have reluctantly agreed to help your band of misfits but that doesn't mean you get to tell me how to bloody behave!" he growled.

"No of course not, I couldn't be happier that you've had your way with Willow, and discarded her. Why on earth would I want another of my charges involved with a vampire?" Giles snapped, as did his glasses.

Spike rolled his blue eyes and shook his head. " Don't get your tweed in a bunch. …. Look, she's just a young girl, …it was a mistake… not one I'm going to repeat." Spike explained.

" I see, so I guess that means your insanely jealous tirades will end.. and you'll stop devouring the*girl* with your eyes and… will refrain from killing any man who dares look at her?" Giles asked smirking.

"What exactly are you implying? That I've gone all soft and soul happy bout the little chit?" Spike asked his eyebrow peaked in challenge.

"Did I forget to mention, that you practically turned yourself into dust when you thought she was taken. Let's see, how about the scene I witnessed here…. The heat you two were emanating, steel could have melted." Giles droned on in a haughty voice.

" Oh, and Spike, I think you might want to get glasses, because Willow is certainly not a little girl anymore!" Giles finished.

"Shut yer trap!" Spike growled halfheartedly as he sat down. "I'm worse than the big Poof, aren't I?" Spike asked, embarrassed.

Giles laughed, " No, Willow is an extraordinary woman.. and for the life of me I don't know what she sees in you."

" She fancies me?" Spike asked hopefully. < If she did she surely doesn't now not after you slam banged her and snacked on her neck you bloody sod! >

" Willow was very hurt by Oz, and I've seen her fight her feeling for you, unsuccessfully." Giles continued.

"He hurt her? How?' Spike growled angrily.

" It not really my place to say." Giles said, moving towards the door.

" You'll tell me what he did to her or I'll beat it out of you!" Spike threatened grabbing Giles arm.

Giles winced in Spike's iron grip. "Willow found out soon after they were… er.. intimate that he had been cheating on her with.. um… groupies." Giles said anger darkening his eyes. " Willow was devastated; he tried the, 'it was just sex' excuse. She broke up with him, not unconvinced his cheating was her fault that she wasn't 'desirable or exciting enough'".

" Why the little hair ball.. I ought.." Spike threatened.

Giles removed a stake from his back pocket and touched Spike's chest with it.

" Spike, don't hurt Willow again or I'll stake you." Giles said flatly, his eyes conveying his deadly seriousness. Spike let go of the watcher's arm.

~~~~~

Xander had taped his nose and had gotten to Willow's just as a delivery person was.

"I've got flowers for Willow Rosenberg. Can you sign?" He asked Xander.

"Sure," Xander replied.

Xander, read the card; Willow, I'm sorry if I upset you, please call me Tim.

< Jeez Wills, why in the hell are you bothering with Spike when you got a good guy like this buying you roses. >

Xander knocked on the door; he went into the garage and saw her car was still gone. Xander decided to let himself in to wait for her.

~~~~~~~

Willow had been crying for some time, parked by Meadowbrook Cemetery. < I'm pathetic, I need to stop this nonsense and get on with things. So what if Spike wasn't thrilled with you.. so what he probably was thinking about Drusilla anyway. >

Willow took a deep breath, and blew her nose. She was going to do what she always did when she was feeling depressed. She was there in fifteen minutes. < Barnes and Nobles, I'll browse, read and shop till I drop. > She got out of the car and headed towards the bookstore.

The demon had been following Willow all morning. "The vampire may have marked you as his but once his mark fades you shall be mine. Mine!"

Willow consumed two frozen mocha lattes, browsed through the computer science section, occult, new age and found herself sneaking looks at various books; ' promising to drive your lover crazy in bed'. When Willow checked her watch it was almost four. She gathered the dozen books she decided to buy and struggled to get them to the checkout. She flashed her plastic and was out the store headed back to her car. Her view obstructed, she ran into someone dropping all her packages.

" Oh, I'm so sorry.." she began.

" Willow, Hi, what are you doing here darling?" Tami, the Millenium club's waitress cried out in surprise.

" Hi, Tami, I've been shopping as you can see.

Tami began to help Willow pick up her books that had spilled from her shopping bag. '1001 Way to Quench His Insatiable Desire'; so Willow who's the insatiable guy?" Tami teased.

Willow blushed, " no um… it for .. me ok?"

"Let me guess it Spike? Right?" he always has this hungry look about him, Tami smiled.

< You don't know the half> Willow thought.

~~~~~

Xander must have fallen asleep on the couch, as he suddenly awoke to the sound of the doorbell.

Xander answered the door, and signed for a large package addressed to Willow.

< I wonder what's in here? Maybe I should open it? It could be … something to eat or… Willow won't mind.>

Xander opened the box and smelled leather. He lifted the lid and tore the tissue paper away. Xander whistled as he lifted up a very short, red leather skirt. He saw the box also contained a red leather bustier, underneath this was a small red g-string. Xander was getting excited just handing the clothes. His ardor took a sudden plummet when his brain registered the question, who the fuck sent this to Willow? Xander had a damn good idea and he didn't like it one bit. He shoved the clothing back into the box and left, slamming the door.

~~~~~

Giles was wishing Willow were there to help him. He had a nasty headache from reading without his glasses and trying to work the bloody computer.

Spike was sitting at the conference table surrounded by ancient text describing demonic rituals. Giles had finally gotten used to the vampires constant anecdotes about his experiences with the various demons not described in the texts.

Xander rushed into the library and tossed the large package onto the table in front of Spike. " I thought we had an understanding, you would leave Willow alone?" he snapped.

" I haven't seen her all day." Spike said. " Did you find her?" he asked trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

" No! but I got your little present!" Xander swore, his eyes blackened from the earlier fight.

" I haven't sent Willow anything." Spike replied. " What is…?" Spike lost his voice as he lifted a red bustier in one hand and a tiny red g-string in the other.

"Hey guys, Willow called out cheerfully as she entered the room. Willow noted Giles and Xanders flushed faces, and Spike holding up what looked like women's underclothing.

" Nice color for you Spike." Willow joked.

Spike sputtered, " Um… you.. who… this…"

Willow walked closer to the table, " For me.. awe you guys shouldn't have." She said, taking the g-string and twirling it round her finger and smiling.
 

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