Rating: R
Pairing: Willow and Spike
Summary: Willow comes to Spike for help.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with `Buffy the Vampire Slayer'. The show and characters belong to Joss Whedon. The song belongs to Creed.
Spoilers: None really
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~Part: 1~
`I lay awake on a long dark night
I can't seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can't accept the life that is mine
. . .'
She stood outside the door of the bathroom, which was open just enough for her to see his blonde head resting against the back edge of the tub. She wondered how he could be comfortable lying in a tub that was obviously too small for his lean form. His knees where bent and rested against the edge of the tub. His feet were forced up at to the end because his long legs just weren't meant to be held in these kinds of constraints.
She felt sorry for him. She knew he had done much worse things to humans than forcing them to spend endless amounts of time sitting in a bathtub. But she needed something from him right now. She had "borrowed" the watcher's dairies and read almost everything they had in there on `William the Bloody.' Which was why she was on the outside looking in; because she knew he could help her.
She knew there was a good chance that he was still pissed off about the `My Will be Done' spell, but she was hoping that if she let him out of the tub for the weekend while Giles was gone to meet his `friend' then maybe Spike would be willing to listen to her idea.
"Are you going to just stand there ogling me through a crack in the door?"
Willow could tell from the aggravated tone of his voice that if she was going to ask him for a favor then she had better get it done before his mood went really sour. So she took a cleansing breath and pushed the door open.
"I want to make you a deal." The redhead had wanted her voice to sound strong, but even as the words rushed from her mouth she knew they didn't hold the conviction she wanted.
Spike's dark eyebrow shot up as he looked her over. It didn't look like she was carrying her bag of magic stuff, but a vamp couldn't be too careful where she was concerned. He did, after all, still have the taste of slayer in his mouth. He doubted that he would ever be able to erase the putrid aftertaste that still tortured his sensitive tongue. And with just one look he could tell that she was up to something serious; at the moment he didn't know if that was bad or good for him.
"Look, I learned my lesson with the last spell, so you don't have to sit there eyeing me like that. What I want is more to your liking than magic," she huffed. She wasn't stupid; she knew what he was thinking. She was the smart one after all.
Spike didn't want to admit it, but she now had his attention. "And what would you know about what I like?" he asked with a sneer on his face.
Willow pulled one of watcher's dairies out of the back of her pants and tossed it in his lap. She noticed that his eyes followed book's path as it soared through the air. She knew she only had one shot at this, she knew and she needed to make it count or she would make a complete fool of herself. She didn't want to give him another reason to laugh at her, or hate her.
"Okay, have you ever heard of the concept of distracting someone from one kind of pain with another?"
Spike didn't know where this was heading, but she had his attention and he nodded his understanding. She had obviously taken the time to read about him; William the Bloody, before she came to him with this idea of hers. Not that the watcher's dairies where totally true, but still she had taken the time to think about whatever it was that was on her mind. He just hoped it would get him the hell out of this tub. Even vampire's legs went numb.
"Okay Red, tell me what made you read the watcher's dairies to find out about little ol' me? Not that they are all true: I am better than they ever gave me credit for."
Willow rolled her eyes at his comment. "If I didn't think you were the one to do the job I wouldn't be here."
Spike watched as she stood there wringing her hands together. Whatever she was about to ask him was weighing heavily on her mind. She looked as if she was about to bolt from the room at any moment. He could tell she was building up the courage to ask him something. She stood shifting from one foot to another and biting her lip.
Willow knew it was now or never. She knew that there was a small chance that he just may say no to her, but she was sure that if she explained to him how she had come to the conclusion that he could do this for her in the first place he just might do what she was about to ask him.
"I am willing to let you out of the tub if you do two things for me." She drew in another breath and continued. "You promise me that when the weekend is over you will get back into the tub . . ."
Spike's eyes widened. She was going to let him out of the tub. He didn't know what to say. Then again, she did say TWO things, so he would wait until he heard the other condition of his release before he made a thankful prayer to whichever god watches out for vampires that get chained up in bathtubs.
Willow felt fear at the edge of her mind. It was trying to creep in. She hadn't taken any of this lightly. She firmly believed that if there was a will, there was a way. She had so much pain in her heart. The witch knew she couldn't try and perform another spell to rid herself of the heartache that Oz had left in his wake. There had to be another way. She couldn't take another night of no sleep because she was afraid she would dream of him. She felt like her insides were going to implode. She had never felt something so painful inside of her before. There had to be a way to stop the mounting pain. At this moment, she felt like it would never end if she didn't do something to stop it. It would consume her and she would end up doing something really stupid. She had thought long and hard about this, not to mention the long hours she had spent in front of her computer making sure she understood how all of this pain stuff worked. This had to work. She didn't know what she would do if it didn't.
Willow walked over to the tub and knelt down. She reached into the tub for the cuffs and started to unlock them. She would show him some trust and then maybe he would be willing to hear her out. When he was free from the chains he still didn't make a move to remove them. The redhead looked up at him, her eyes too large and round, vulnerability etched in their very depths. Everything she was feeling was right there for him to read.
"I want you to hurt me, Spike. I need you to hurt me," she whispered.
Spike swallowed hard. He had never thought he would ever hear words like that from her. He could still feel her body under his in her dorm room, the bed he had held her captive on only serving to push her back up against him. She had fit against him so perfectly that he had known then that she was meant to be his childe. If it hadn't been for this little piece of bloody plastic in his head . . . the chip! He couldn't do what she wanted. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't touch her in that way.
"Red, did you forget about my chip? I can't hurt you." His voice filled with all the disappointment he held inside of him. Again it wasn't meant to be. Whenever it seemed right for him and the witch somehow the moment was blown to bits. Someone or something always jerked her from his grasp.
Willow just shook her head, relieved that he was considering it. "I thought about that. I think that if I want it bad enough the chip won't go off. And Spike I want it. I want you to take away the pain on the inside with pain on the outside."
Before he knew what he was doing his hand had slipped from one of the cuffs and cupped her face. "Willow, do you're know what you asking from me? This could turn into something so much more then just a spanking."
The redhead just nodded. She knew exactly what she was asking from him, and she knew how things might end up. But somehow she had already gone from needing the pain to craving it.
Despite her nod, Spike wasn't sure she did understand completely. "Luv, I am a vampire; this kind of thing turns me on. Just the thought of littering your pale bottom with my hand prints is getting me hot." He needed her to understand what she wanted might not be exactly what she got; she might end up with more than she bargained for.
Willow tried not to show her fear. She just wanted the pain, but if more came from her getting what she wanted then she would deal.
Spike could see her indecision and didn't want to scare her off. And he was interested enough in fulfilling her request that he was at least willing to try and play fair. "I will try and control myself and just give you what you need."
" . . . Maybe I can't accept the life
that is mine
Simple living is my desperate cry
Can trade love with indifference
And yeah suites me just fine
I try and hold on
But I am calloused to the bone
Maybe that is way I feel alone
Yeah maybe that is why I feel so alone . .
. "
"I know what could happen, and what will, if I give myselfto you. I am not afraid. Not anymore."
Spike could hear the desperation in her voice. She really believed that he held the answers to helping with her pain in the palm of his hand, so to speak. As he sat there in the tub he knew he wanted to be the one to give her what she needed, but he couldn't believe for single second that he would be able to make that happen. The night when he had tried in vain to turn her had been an accident. While he had hoped to find the slayer in that room, he had just about jumped for joy when the witch had been there instead. He had wanted her to be his childe, but so many times he had overlooked her just to try and get something else. This time he would not make that mistake. He wouldn't overlook her for his unfaithful sire or a stupid gem or even a horrid slayer. This time he would make her the center of his focus. He would show her what it meant to be under his wing, or hand in this case.
"Strip." It may have been soft spoken, but she knew it was a command.
"What?" she asked as she stood.
Spike took that moment to stand up in the tub. He stepped over the edge as he spoke. "How else do you think you are going to really feel the pain? If I let you keep the jeans on you wouldn't feel a thing."
"Of course, I just thought it would take longer for you to get to this point is all," she said as she reached for the top button on her shirt.
"Why would I waste time?" `When I have you begging me to hurt you,' he added silently. Spike lifted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "You're in pain now and that is what brought you here, isn't it?"
Willow could only nod. She didn't trust her own voice when he was looking at her with such intensity.
"Good, now do as your Master told you to."
Willow felt her face flush. Did he really just call himself her Master? And why did her heart speed up at that thought?
"How safe is the rest of the house? Is the front door locked?" he asked her as she undid the second button.
"The front door is locked. Buffy knows Giles is out of town and thinks that I am meeting my parents for a brief weekend in L.A. Xander took Anya away for the weekend at her insistence," Willow said as she started to open the front of shirt. And then she hesitated when she realized she hadn't worn a bra that day.
Spike noticed her hesitation. "What's the matter?"
"I forgot to wear a bra," she whispered.
"All the better. Take off the top," he told her. Then it hit him. "If you and Giles were supposed to be out of town, plus the moron as well, who was going to feed me?"
Willow froze. She didn't want to answer that question, so instead she hoped to distract him by dropping the shirt off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Spike felt his gaze stray to her breasts. They were small, but as soon as the cooler room air hit them her nipples pebbled. He watched as her fingers went to the button of her jeans. She unzipped them and started to pull them down over her slim hips.
"Wait. Let's go out in the front room. We will need more space than is in here."
"Okay," she said as she bent over to retrieve her shirt.
"No leave it where it is," he said. He wanted to test the water. Would she do as she was told without question?
Willow stood back up leaving the shirt where it lay. And turned and walked into the front room.
"Go to the back of the couch." He followed her. Once she got there he spoke again. "Start with the jeans. Just to your knees and then bend over the couch." He wanted them to act as a kind of restraint for her legs without having to push the envelope and actually try and tie her. It was still too early in the game for that.
"Okay," she said and did as she was told.
"First lesson, pet: When I tell you to do something instead of saying okay you will say `Yes, Master'. Do you understand me?" He found himself admiring her round, ivory bottom. He decided he would like it even better when it bore his hand print.
"Ok . . ." Spike didn't even let her finish speaking before his hand came down on her bare bottom. Not hard enough to leave a mark. He still feared that his chip would go off and leave him a whimpering pile on the floor. When his hand hit her bottom he braced himself for the pain. When it didn't come a feral grin spread across his face. This was going to be fun.
Willow knew better than to make that mistake again. The first hit hadn't hurt all that much. It kinda stung, but needless to say she got his point. He wanted to be her Master.
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Now tell me, who was going to feed me this weekend if four out of five of the Scooby members were out of town?"
Willow didn't want to answer that. She briefly recalled the conversation she had had with Buffy.
Spike waited for a brief moment before he brought his hand down on her bottom once again, this time a little bit harder than the last time. "Answer me," he demanded. "I'm not going to feed him. I hope he starves," Buffy had said as she walked away from Willow. Then the blond had paused and looked back at her friend. "We should have staked him on the doorstep, not shackled him to the tub." Then the slayer had just walked away.
Willow felt the pain spread across her ass cheek. He had hit her harder this time, not as hard as he could have, but still hard enough that she knew she had been hit.
The sensations were so new to her that she lost herself in trying to understand her body's reaction to them that she forgot to answer the question.
Spike counted to 20 in his head and when she still hadn't answered him yet. He hit her harder. "I'm waiting for answer."
"No one, Spike," she hissed as she bit back a whimper.
"What?" He swatted her twice more on the bottom.
Willow's brain was quickly becoming clouded with the pain from his swats. What was it that he wanted?
The blond leaned forward so the length of him was pressed against her sore ass. His face was right next to hers. "What do you call me?" Spike knew this was her first time and it would be a little overwhelming for her. But when he was done with her she would understand the rules of the game to a `T'. He would make sure of that. He felt like a new vampire as he watched the displaced blood rush to her face. She wasn't embarrassed. Her body was just heating up to his touch.
He had thought his life was over. How would he ever be close to whole again with this damn chip in his head? But now, thanks to the witch that was now crushed between him and the couch with her swore bottom rubbing against his jeans, he was something more than he had been this morning.
"No one, Master. Buffy had refused to do it. She hoped you would starve over the weekend. She didn't care whether you lived or dusted. She wanted to dust you that day you showed up at the door." Willow wasn't sure why she had told him the whole truth instead just part of it, but she had. She found herself wanting to push back into him. The way he pressed the rough material of his jeans against her made the pain linger just a bit longer.
Spike felt his anger rise up at the slayer. Little bitch was going to get what was coming to her one day; he would make sure of it. For right now he had a very good girl in front of him that needed a reward.
Willow had thought that when she told Spike the truth that he would hit her again, but when he didn't she almost felt disappointed. He stood up and she felt her body stiffen. He was done already, how was this going to help her? Then his cool hand started to gently massage her heated bottom and she felt herself relax.
"Get dressed," he demanded.
Willow stood and pulled up her jeans, winching when the material slid over her sensitive skin. "Can I ask why we are done?" She turned to face him.
"No, now get your shirt."
Willow went to the bathroom and put on her shirt. When she came back out of the bathroom Spike was standing at the front door. He had unlocked it and was waiting for her to join him. As she walked toward him he opened the door.
"You were a very good girl tonight. You told the truth even when you thought it would bring on more punishment and for that I think you deserve a reward."
"A reward? I don't understand. I told you that you were meant to starve this weekend. You did understand that right, Sp . . ." Willow noticed as soon as she started to say his name that his eyes darkened., then she knew what she had done wrong. ". . . Master."
Spike smiled at her. She was already learning, and for that alone she should be rewarded. And besides, the kind of reward he had in mind he doubted she had thought of. But after tonight she would understand the true meaning of him giving her a reward.
"Off we go, pet. The store will be closing soon." And with that he slipped his arm around her waist and started off in the direction of the store he wanted to show her. He could hardly wait to see the look in her eyes when she realized what kind of store he was taking her to.
Willow didn't know what he had in mind, but she would give it a chance. If she were honest with herself, she would have liked to have stayed bent over the couch for just a bit longer. When his hand had first touched her skin something had happened. She wasn't sure what, but something had. Because she had no longer been thinking of Oz or the pain she felt on the inside. All she could think about was the feeling of his hand on her bottom, the way the pain radiated from around his hand. It was as if her brain had stopped the moment his hand had touched her. She wanted that again. She wanted him to make her world slow down. Slow to the point that nothing remained but her, him and the pain that he gave. It never occurred to her that she should be afraid of what she wanted or where it would lead to. Instead, she settled against his side as they walked down the street.
" . . .`Cause me I am rusted
and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
No it just won't heal
No, no, no . . . "
Willow didn't know what to think when they stopped in front of a store where the front window was filled with things she had never seen before: read, about yes; seen, no.
"What are we doing here?" Willow asked with a timid edge to her voice.
Spike just stood there looking at her. He knew she had never been to a place like this, but once he cleared up why they where there he thought she might enjoy herself.
"Well, remember when I said that you had been a good girl and deserved a reward?"
"Yeah." She still wasn't clear as to why they were here for her reward.
"Come on, let's go in." Spike held the door open for her. Once Willow was inside the store she couldn't believe all the things she was looking at. There were outfits and hoods, chains and collars. There were things that she had never seen before and things she didn't want to see again.
"Come on," Spike said as they made their way down a long glass counter. "I want you to pick one of these."
Willow could feel the blush spreading across her face. He wanted her to pick a whip. "Why?"
Spike leaned in until his lips where almost touching her ear and whispered, "I'll show you when we get back to the apartment. You didn't think we were done, did you?"
Willow couldn't explain the way she felt with his lips so close to her ear. She didn't want to understand the way her tummy felt with him so close to her body and she certainly didn't want to know why she was looking forward to going back to the apartment with him after she picked something out.
"I don't know what half of this even is. How can I pick one?" She didn't want to sound like she hadn't looked into this like she had already said she had, but she hadn't looked into all the different things that went along with the whole idea. She was more interested in the pain part not what made it happen. She looked at all the choices she had and didn't know where to begin. How could she even begin to make up her mind? Suddenly she didn't know what she was doing.
Spike could tell that Willow was feeling overwhelmed. She stiffened next to him and he could smell just a tiny touch of fear. He didn't want the fear to get out of hand. He also didn't want to scare her. Today she had given him back something that he had thought was long gone and after just getting a taste of what could be he didn't want to lose the chance now.
"Tell you what, I will pick this time and you can pick the next time. How does that sound?"
Willow could only nod. Next time? They would be coming back here? She hadn't thought about that. Then again, she hadn't thought too much about how long this would last, just that she needed something to make all the pain go away. And so far it was working. And as long as it did she would stick with what worked.
After Spike had picked out a couple of things and paid for his prizes, they were back out in the cool air of the night and on their way back to Giles' apartment.
". . . `Cause me I am rusted and
weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
No it just won't heal . . . "
~Part: 2~
" . . . Cause me I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
No it just won't heal
No, no, no . . ."
Once they were back in the apartment Spike locked the door and then turned around, facing Willow's back since she hadn't turned to face him. "I want you to understand that what happens over the next 24 hours stays between us. No one has to know what we did this weekend." He was hoping that what happened between them in the next day or so would change them both.
Willow turned to face him. "You don't want anybody to know what happened." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. She didn't know what to think of that. Some small part of her had thought he would love to throw it in her friends' faces that she had come to him instead of going to them, but she had tried; they all had better things to do than help her deal with her pain. Besides, they were still upset with her about the spell. The redhead didn't dare go to them now, not with her heartache again. Not after what she did. Spike on the other hand was getting something out of this deal. That is why she had gone to him. She had something to offer him.
Spike walked past her and laid his bag on the table. He wanted to tell her that `Yes, he wanted her friends to know what happened between them. He wanted to tell everyone he knew what he had done and what he was about to do to her. He wanted to mark her so deep that she wouldn't ever be able to forget the feel of his hand. But in this moment he just wanted to blur her heartache. Make forget everything other than her and him.
"Want to order a pizza?" he asked.
Willow didn't know what to think. He wanted to get something to eat? "Yes, that would be nice, I guess," she said as her stomach growled.
"Willow," his voice was harsh. "We talked about appropriate manner of address and this is the last time I will remind you. You will call me Master."
Willow wanted to tell him to kiss her ass. He was acting like she had really screwed up. She was new to this, wasn't she allowed to make a mistake here and there? This whole situation was confusing for her. They had gone to that store to get whips. She had thought that he was going to come back here and show her what pain was all about. And now he wanted to play nice and order pizza? The redhead had other things on her mind other than eating. She didn't get him. She felt like she was standing on edge. She had no idea what he was going to do next.
"Yes, Master," her voice was sarcastic.
Before she had time to register what a mistake it was to say what she did, much less the way she had said it, it was too late. He was in her face, nose to nose, with his hand was wrapped painfully in her hair. His face was so close to hers that she could see the tiny flecks of gold flickering around in the irises of his eyes.
"We don't have much time. You will keep on your best behavior from here on out. When you speak to me you will do it properly or I will end the game and you will deal with the pain on your own. Do you understand me now?"
Spike could see the fear in her eyes. She knew now that he wasn't joking. There was a thin line between them and she knew that she didn't want to cross that line. "Yes, Master."
"Good, now order the pizza and let's get on with the rest of the evening." He released her hair with a shove toward the phone.
Willow went and placed the call. When the voice came on the other end she knew she had made a mistake. She didn't know what Spike wanted on the pizza. Would he even eat any? And she could still feel her scalp tingling she didn't want a repeat of what just happened. "Can you hold on for a second?" Willow waited for an answer on the other end of the phone. The girl sounded annoyed, but agreed to wait.
So she put the phone to her chest and turned to Spike. "Were you going to eat some of the pizza?" Spike nodded. "What do you want on the pizza . . . Master?"
She spoke softly. She knew he would be able to hear her; with vampire hearing and all.
"Whatever you want," he told her. He knew that he wouldn't have to teach her the lesson of how to address her again. Even with the phone in her hand and the chance of someone overhearing her she still called him Master.
Willow turned back to the phone and placed her order. Her face was flushed with her embarrassed. She remembered all the times she had been on the other end of the phone and had heard her parents talking about how to handle telling her that they weren't coming home right away. She knew that her mother held the phone to her chest just as Willow was now and she had still been able to hear what they had to say about it. She knew the girl on the other end of the phone had more that likely heard what she said. She had only wanted the pain. She wasn't sure if she could handle the humiliation that went along with it. Now, as she stood there with the phone in her hand, she got Spike's point. There was so much more to this little game she had wanted to play, but it didn't matter in the long run. She was thinking of things other than what was wrong with her heart. Willow hung up the phone and walked over to Giles' desk and sat down in the chair.
Spike had turned on the TV. He was watching some program or another that held no interest for her. Willow knew that she should say something to him, but he seemed content to watch the TV and wait for the pizza to arrive. She was too. It gave her time to think. Willow shifted in the hard wood chair. Her bottom was still tender, and if she moved just right she could still feel the heat from his spanking her tender cheeks.
Spike watched Willow out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting in the wooden chair that belonged to the desk a where Giles did most of his research. Every once in a while she would rock one way or the other, keeping the pain fresh in her mind. He liked that. She would never know how perfect she was for this. He would show her, but for now he just wanted her to sit and stew in her own juices. The door bell rang and Spike stood to answer it. He knew it was the pizza; he could smell it as soon as the boy gotten out of the car with it.
The blond opened the door, and handed the boy some money and took the pizza. He closed the door and locked it. While he was answering the door, Willow had gone to the kitchen to gather plates and napkins. She had also gotten herself a drink. She took the stuff to the coffee table and sat it down. "Would you like me to warm you some blood, Master?"
Spike stood stone still for a moment and just watched her. He was almost certain that she didn't even realize the way she had asked him. "Yes luv, that would be perfect. You always get the temperature just right." He had wanted to tell her that she was just as perfect as the way she had asked him about the blood, but he didn't want to make this into something that it wasn't, yet.
While Willow was warming his blood he took his duster off and kicked off his boots. Then he peeled off his outer shirt. When Willow came back into the front room to find Spike sitting comfortably on the couch. She set the blood down in front of him and went to take a seat on the couch next to him.
"Take off your clothes first," he said without taking his eyes off the TV.
Willow just stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. He wanted her to take her clothes off? He couldn't possibly mean for her to eat without anything on. "Can I ask why, Master?"
"It is part of the game. Now do as I asked," he said. His voice never wavered.
Willow wanted to cry. She had expected some nudity, but she didn't understand what her eating without any clothes on had to do with easing her pain.
"Do you want to back out?" He still didn't look at her.
"I . . . just don't understand why." Her voice shook with all the emotion that was caged inside her tender body.
Spike turned his head away from the TV and looked at her. "I know you have no reason to trust me, especially not like you should need to if we are going to take this game to a place that will free you of your inner pain. But if you want me to help you then you will have to trust me, at least enough. I want this just as much as you do. Not for the same reasons that you do, but I want it nonetheless. Now, we have less than 24 hours to make this happen. Under normal circumstances, there would be more time for this to happen naturally, but we don't have that kind of time. I want you to be used to me seeing you naked. I want you to still under my touch, not freeze under it. If you can't come to a point where you do not fear me, then I am going to hurt you, and not in the way you want. Tomorrow we will go to a place that you are not ready for now."
Willow was moved by the look of honesty that was in his eyes. He was telling her the truth. He wasn't just trying to get to her. He really was just trying to get her ready.
Spike could see the indecision in her eyes and he made a choice. He stood and peeled his T-shirt of his lean form. "I won't ask you to do anything that might make this a bad for you. I believe that you can do this and that I can help you see the way."
Willow could feel her heart rate speed up as his shirt slid free of his body. She didn't want to know why, but the words he said hit home with her so hard that she felt as if he had slipped inside of her. She knew that she had to do this. No matter how hard it was for her to uncover her body, no matter how her modesty surged forward at the thought of being naked with him. The redhead didn't want to go back to where she had been before he had touched her. If she stopped and looked within she would find that there was already a small measure of relief. So without another thought she pulled her sweater over her head, not even bothering with the buttons. She kept her eyes downcast; she didn't want to look him in the eyes. She wasn't that bold. That was when she noticed that he stood there in nothing but his jeans. His pale bare feet reminded her that she till wore her shoes. She stopped and kicked them off, then she reached for the button of her jeans.
Spike turned his attention back to the TV and the pizza. He got a slice out to put on each plate. As much as he wanted to sit there and watch as each and every inch of her skin was revealed to his gaze, he knew it would make her more uncomfortable. Once all of her clothes were gone, he motioned for her to sit by his feet. Willow complied.
He slid her food in front of her. She began to eat. Her body was tense, but she didn't move. Spike reached out and stroked her hair. At first she stiffened when he touched her, but as the evening wore on she began to relax. She stopped jumping or tensing as he touched her. At first he started with just light touches to her hair and then he dropped his hand to her shoulders. Soft caresses and gentle touches. By the time the second movie was over she was leaning into his leg. Relishing his touch.
Spike watched as she yawned. Her eyes slid closed as she started to give into the sleep that was creeping up on her. She was growing tired and it was time for her to get some rest. He had made sure she was fed and now she needed to sleep in order for them to be able to continue the game tomorrow.
The blond reached out and brushed her hair off her face. "Are you ready to go to bed?"
Willow reached up and rubbed her eyes. She just nodded as she started to stand. Her legs gave out under her. Spike caught her without a second thought and carried her toward the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily.
"Taking you to bed," he said as he climbed the stairs two at a time.
She wanted to protest, but she knew better. He took her to Giles' room, clicking the light on with his elbow as he entered. With little or no effort he laid her on the turned down bed. Spike stood and reached for the button fly on his jeans.
"You're going to sleep with me aren't you?"
He nodded. Willow could only watch as he removed his jeans. She didn't understand the way her body heated up as he exposed himself to her. She didn't want him like that. Did she?
Spike kicked off his jeans and walked over to shut off the light. He had wanted her to see him. He wanted her to know what he was like. He knew that the next day was going to be trying on them both. Once the light was off he walked back to the bed. He could see easily in the darkness. He slid in next to her. Willow turned over on her side and sighed as she started to slip off to sleep. Spike moved to spoon behind her in the bed. Willow didn't move away from him. She allowed him to hold her and they both drifted off to sleep. As Willow felt sleep wrap her up she whispered goodnight.
"Good night, Master."
Spike could only smile. She would never know how perfect she was for this game.
" . . . Cause me I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
No it just won't heal
No, no, no . . ."
Spike awoke to the feeling of a warm, soft body pressed against his. He couldn't remember a time when slipping back into slumber had been so tempting. He had never woken up like this in all his years. Dru was never stable enough for him to take a human lover. The one time he had brought a human home, his dark goddess had killed her as soon as his back was turned. When he had come back into the room he had seen that Dru had ripped the girl's guts out and strung them up around the bed, whispering something Spike couldn't understand and then launched herself at him with claws drawn. She had been very angry with him. Even after all the time she had left his bed to go to Angelus' she had made it very clear that she wouldn't allow Spike to behave in the same way as she did.
But now his dark goddess was gone from his unlife and he was making his own way. Willow felt good against his naked body. Her curves were soft and smooth and warm against his harder, more angled form. Her heat seemed to seep into his every pore. He didn't want to open his eyes or even move. It had been awhile since he had been in no real rush to remove himself from bed. He simply laid there and held her. He could tell when she started to wake. Her breathing came a little bit faster, along with her heartbeat. He wondered what her reaction would be to awakening in his arms. She had been rather sleepy when he had carried her up the stairs to bed. When she awoke, however, she would be alert and very aware of where she was.
Willow felt sleep slipping away. She always hated the moment when sleep released its grip on her. Her mind would start to whirl with thoughts. She was always unable to get back to sleep because of that. Once she was awake she remanded awake. The first thing the redhead became aware of were the strong arms that held her. She felt safe with them wrapped so tightly around her waist. She didn't ever remember hugs from her father making her feel that way. Oz had always made her feel loved, but the same time she had felt very uncertain. Mostly uncertain of herself, but still she had felt it all the same. Willow almost laughed out loud. She found herself feeling safe lying naked in her mentor's bed with one of the most dangerous vampires of the century. Granted, now that Spike was chipped he was a lot less deadly, but he was still William the Bloody and that in itself spoke volumes.
She didn't want to move, but the signals that her bladder was sending her brain told her that she had to move and soon. The redhead was unsure if Spike was even awake yet and with the grip he had on her there was no way she was going to just slip from the bed and be back before he woke.
Spike could feel her thinking. He knew she needed to be let go to use the bathroom. He could remember his days as a human and knew that when a human woke the first thing they needed to do was relieve themselves. He waited. The blond wanted her to ask. And not just ask, but to ask him in the right way.
He couldn't help himself. The blond knew there was no real way for her to tell he was awake. Not with her back facing his wide- eyed stare. He had always loved to have sex when he first awoke. It seemed like second nature as one of his hands wandered up her tummy and cupped her breast. He didn't touch her nipple just held the weight of it in his hand. While the other stayed spread palm side down on her lower abdomen. His fingers just touching the top of her nest of curls.
When his hands had started to explore, Willow found herself moving away from them without thinking. Then she almost wished that she had stayed still, because when she moved back to avoid his wandering hands she found his fully erect cock pressing against her bottom.
Spike smiled into her neck when she moved. Her heart was now pounding in her chest and could scent her arousal in the air. He shifted his hips just enough to rest his cock between her cheeks.
Willow froze. She could feel her body heating from his touch. She didn't want this, did she? It didn't make her feel bad to have him touch her like this. As a matter of fact from the things her body was doing, she would have had to admit to herself that she liked it very much, but still it terrified her. She didn't want to feel like this about someone else yet, but even as she laid there with him, she could feel her pussy getting wet. She panicked.
"Spike, let me go." He didn't answer her, only rubbed his cock against her with a little more pressure. A wave of fear spread through her like a tidal wave, hitting the shore of a beach. "Please Master, let me go," she whispered.
Spike let of go her and rolled onto his back as she scrambled off the bed. She had fallen right back into the role from the night before. He didn't want to let her go; he wanted to have his way with her. "Ya know, I shouldn't, but I will. What I really want to do is fuck you so hard and long that you can't move. Take you in a way no one has ever done before. I want to show you so many things that start out sweet and slow and become so much more to the point that your screams will be music to both of our ears. I want you under me, begging me to take you and pleasure you and hurt you in the same breath until you can't make sense of this world anymore."
Willow could only stare at him. She didn't like the look of promise hanging in his eyes as he watched her back towards the door. She knew that every word he had just said was something he was very able to do. And that thought alone made her shiver.
"Go to the bathroom and when you are done meet me downstairs." Willow nodded and darted out the door. Spike smiled when she turned to leave the room. There on her ass was a fading red hand print. He was going to do so much more than that to her before this night was over.
Spike got out of bed and grabbed his jeans, slipping them on in one fluid motion. He had a lot that he wanted to show her before they went their separate ways. The blond wanted to make her understand his touch and his body. He wanted the witch to understand herself better and know that he was the only one that would be able to give her what she needed from this moment on. He had better get started if he was going to insure that she would want him even after this weekend was over..
" . . .The sun is shining and I just can't
avoid the light
I think I am holding onto life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Yeah . . ."
Willow came halfway down the stairs. Spike stood waiting for her to one side of the desk. He wore nothing but his jeans. She walked the rest of the way down the stairs; her hands were shaking just a bit when her bare feet touched the floor. She wasn't really afraid. She wanted what was about to happen, but a small part of her knew that she would never be the same after this. Nothing would be the same. Not her, and not him.
"Come here." His voice was soft, but demanding nonetheless.
Without any hesitance, she walked over to where he stood. For some reason, she wanted to reach out and touch the muscles in his chest, see if they felt as strong as they looked. But she didn't.
Spike reached for Willow and moved her so that she stood in front of the desk facing it. He stepped up behind her, pressing his lean form against the her back. The finish of the desk was smooth, so he didn't have to worry about anything digging into her skin. He didn't want anything to distract her from the pain.
He stood behind her and pressed her down on top the desk so that her chest rested against its cool surface. It was just the right height and width for what he had in mind. "Stay just like that," he said as he slipped from behind her.
Willow felt something soft being wrapped around her ankle before it was secured to hold her in place. He then went to her other side and did the same thing to the other ankle.
Spike then walked around the desk and stood in front of her. Willow raised her eyes to look at him and found that without lifting her head she could only see his groin.
Then Spike knelt in front of her so that they were eye to eye. "I need you to know you can stop it at anytime if this goes to far. You just have to say the word. Choose a safety word and then if you say it, at any point in time, I will stop."
Willow nodded and started to think of a word that she could use; one she knew wouldn't be said casually in their playing, something that wasn't an everyday word. Just the thought of what was about to happen had her mind slightly dulled. It made it hard for her to think.
"Champion," she said in a whisper.
Spike didn't say anything, he just raised an eyebrow at her in question.
"It is the name of my bear. Xander bought it for me the first time my parents left me for a month. It wasn't the first time they had left me alone, but before that they had only been gone a week or two at the most. He told me that the bear could be my champion; keep me safe while they were away."
Spike didn't ask any more than that. The blond could tell from the look in her eyes that there was so much more of the story to tell, and maybe someday she would tell him the rest of it. But for right now they had other things to do. So reached down and tied first her left arm and then her right arm to the back legs of the desk. It was just the right width so her cheek rested against the edge. She could see the floor, but there was still enough surface area to rest her face when she got tired. And she would be very tried by the time they were done.
Willow felt weird at first. She couldn't hear Spike moving around behind her. Once he had moved from her eyesight he was gone. And he wasn't saying anything. It was making her nervous.
Spike stood behind her, just watching her. He doubted that she knew what a lovely picture she made sprawled over the desk. Her long legs were spread out, just far enough for him to see her pink lips peeking out from her red curls. The position that she was in made her luscious legs seem longer than they really were. He wanted to run his fingers along the pinkness of her nether lips to see if they felt as lovely as they looked. The round curve of her ass was laid out before him, leading to her waist that held just the right curve as led it straight into her back. He wanted to mark it all, leave not one inch of that perfect ivory skin unmarred by his touch. He hadn't felt like he was in control of himself lately and for Willow to just waltz in here and hand that control back to him gave him a rather heady feeling.
Willow waited for what seemed like hours for him to touch her. She knew in reality that it hadn't been that long, but she wanted so badly for him to touch her, to let her know that he was still there. She hadn't known that she would have all these feelings flowing through her head when him wasn't even touching her.
Spike watched her body tense, saw her trying to make herself relax. She was waiting for him to make a move. He reached out and ran a finger up her left leg starting at her ankle. Wandering slowly up her calf and along the outside of her thigh, he took an abrupt turn at her hip and ran his finger along the bottom of the left cheek of her ass, then he glided his finger along the crack that ran between the two cheeks.
Willow couldn't help it; she moaned. The way he was touching her felt good. She hadn't been expecting such a soft touch or the way it raised a strip of goose bumps a mile wide in wake of his finger. Then all of a sudden the finger was gone and so was the feeling that it had been creating. As soon as it was gone his hand came down in a stinging slap on her round bottom. Willow gasped as the pain filled her ass cheek.
Spike smiled. He knew that she would scream; but her gasp was a nice place to begin. The blond knew that the witch was stronger than anyone gave her credit for. Besides, he was just getting started he wanted to save the screams for later. He wanted her to be able to take everything he had to give and he had a lot to give, considering the way things had been for him lately. He needed this just as much as she did.
"Did you like that pet?" he asked.
Willow lifted her head trying to find him. When she didn't see him in her line of sight she just nodded.
Spike brought his hand down on her ass again. He was spacing out his blows just enough, he wanted to see her whole bottom glow with his hand prints. "Didn't I just ask you a question, luv?"
"Yes Master." Willow breathed. It came so natural to answer him like that. She didn't even notice the Master on the end of her answer.
"And what was the answer to that question?" he asked and then dropped his hand down on her slightly red ass, just a little harder then the first two times.
"Yess Master," she hissed.
"Tell me, do you want more?" he asked as he walked around to the other side of the desk.
Willow could feel the pain fogging her brain. She was beginning to realize that she hadn't really understood what she had read, but as she experienced it first hand, she was beginning to. With each slap from his hand, her mind seemed to slip farther and farther from the reality of her everyday life.
Spike knew from his own past experiences where she was now; most people called it subspace. But he wanted to take her farther down that path. "Well pet, what is your answer?"
"Yes Master."
"Yes Master, what?" he asked as he reached behind him and picked up a small black hairbrush shaped paddle, the short handle fit perfectly in his hand. One side of it was covered in sheared black rabbit. The blond had picked this one for a reason; he wanted the soft padded side so he could hit her harder without leaving much of a mark. He didn't want to take this so far that his chip fired or her friends found out.
"Yes Master, I want more."
Spike brought the paddle down across the middle of her ass cheek with the padded side down. Willow jerked with the severity of the blow. Her mouth opened to make a sound and yet nothing came out. The heat from the slap spread across her bottom and up into her back. The redhead felt something inside of her shift. She didn't know what it was or understand why it happened; she just knew that it had.
Spike couldn't help himself; he had to touch the mark. He needed to make sure it was real. The blond felt like he had stepped into a dream. He could not even begin to count how many times he had fantasized about this: her soft, supple body laid out before him, his to do with as he pleased.
Willow could feel his cool fingers clearly against her heated flesh. For a brief moment he just stood there caressing her reddened skin. The difference between the temperature of his fingers and that coming off her in waves was so striking that she found herself shivering from his touch.
Spike drew his hand away and struck her once on the top of each thigh her with the paddle. After those two strikes Willow began to beg for him to hit her more. She knew that once he was done with the blows the pain would start to fade, and she wanted to Keep that from happening for as long as she could.
Spike hadn't really been expecting her to beg him to hit her. When she did, it was like music to his ears, and he lost himself for a moment. He hit her again and again until he ripped a scream from her throat. He knew he had gone too far when he saw the small drip of blood that welled up on the top of her left cheek. He couldn't even think once the scent of her blood filled his senses. Without another thought, he kneeled behind her and ran his cool fingers over her over her red bottom. He watched as the blood welled up and began to roll down her skin. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the small trail of blood. A low rumble escaped his chest as her blood hit his taste buds. It was filled with magic, making his head spin.
Willow hadn't meant to scream, but when he had started to hit her over and over again she hadn't been able to hold it in. It had been just what she had been waiting for. She hadn't known it until the pain stretched on and on as the blows kept coming. The last one had been so hard that she knew it had broken the skin. What she hadn't been ready for was the blond stopping his blows to begin and touching her red, hot bottom. Then she felt his tongue on her bottom and a rush of heat spread straight from her raw skin to her pussy. She felt her cream rush from her core to her lips. When he groaned, the vibrations against her bottom forcing her eyes to close, she felt the first few drops run down her leg.
It hit his senses all at once, and he didn't even register that what he was about to do was wrong. Her arousal was so overpowering he couldn't seem to stop himself. He rested her forehead against her cheeks, his nose just touching the back of her nether lips. He drew in her scent and it sizzled in his brain. His tongue reached out and tasted her juices.
Willow moaned, and with as much force as she could muster confided in bindings, pushed back onto his exploring tongue. She had been so focused on the pain that she hadn't noticed how turned on she was by it all. Her body was wound so tight that she felt her insides crackle with just the smallest of touches. It was all the encouragement Spike needed, and he attacked her wanton body.
Spike reached down with his hands and jerked her leg binding loose from the desk. He heard Willow moan as he shifted her bottom to meet his eager mouth. He slipped his hands between her thighs and curled them along her back, his fingers digging into her sore ass cheeks.
Willow hadn't known how good it would feel to have someone as wild as Spike attack her innermost spot with the hunger of a starved man. She wanted to let him devour her until there was nothing left. She wished her hands were free; she wanted to help him with his quest. Instead, all she could do was lift her hips off the desk and try to give him the access he needed.
Spike knew he was lost when his mouth found her slit. His tongue swirled and stroked and tasted her cream. He would have never thought in a thousand lifetimes that the shy hacker would taste so wild, like a fruit that had been kissed with the early morning sunshine and washed with the afternoon rain. She was ripe and raw. His tongue flicked over her clit and she bucked against him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear her begging him for more. His hands where covered in her sweat and his face was coated in her arousal. And he had never been so complete. He held a human life in his hands, and instead of being hell bent on destroying it, he only wanted to make it grow. He wanted to take her and her give a piece of him from so deep that it could only be given freely. He wanted to show her how deep pleasure and pain could be connected when she was with him. With that thought in mind, he clamped his teeth over her clit and sucked like a starving baby while his fingers dug into the bruises that covered her ass.
Willow felt the pleasure burn through her like a wild fire bringing an ancient forest to its knees. She screamed, letting the pleasure rip from her lips.
Spike could feel her pussy grasping at and surging against his face as her orgasm took her over the edge. He knew that this wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before. Her body shook in time to the explosions inside of her. She shuttered and quivered and begged him to never stop. Who was he to argue with her?
He stood up and lowered his jeans. His cock throbbed in a way that he hadn't known was possible. He was sure it was the taste of her that had done this to him. That and the trust she had given him when she had come to him the night before. She had wanted him, no one else, and that had done something to him. He couldn't explain what it was, but he just knew it was there. And it felt too good for him to walk away now.
Willow felt Spike's cock pressing against her wet opening. She wanted to be able to look him in the eyes, wanted to see him as they took this game one step further than either of them had intended for it to go, but she knew that she couldn't with her hands bound.
"Please, Willow." His voice was so raw with need that there was no way she would ever be able to tell him no. She wanted to beg him to do it. She wanted him to beg him to free her bound arms, but she was afraid of what would happen if she did. To her ears, he sounded like he was hanging on by a thread.
"Yes Master," she whispered through her lust-induced fog.
Spike plunged himself inside of her. In one fluid motion he was buried in her to the hilt. His balls rested against her and he hissed at the way her body held him. She was so tight, so warm, it felt like he was holding the sun in his hands.
He gripped her hips and pulled back out until the tip of his cock was all that was left inside of her. She whimpered as he started to leave her and then moaned when he pushed himself back in. Willow pulled at her bindings; she wanted to push back against him but she was held still.
Spike had intended to be gentle with her, at least at first, to let her get to know his body. But the fading thought disappeared as soon as he had plunged into her. He was driven by the passion that was in him and he had no control over the demands of his body.
His pace was fast and brutal, his only purpose to bring them to the brink and fling them over the edge in such a way that would leave them a pile of mingled flesh when it was over. He could hear her begging him. Her voice was ragged and filled with nothing but passion that had ignited between them. He could hear his own voice answering hers with reassurances that he would take her to a point that no one would ever be able to bring her back from.
Willow could feel his cock as he pulled in and out, every single inch of him as he moved within her. With every stoke she could feel her body tightening and pulsing with something so new and overpowering that she felt like she was drowning. She wasn't afraid of the feelings that overwhelmed her. She welcomed them and prayed that they would never cease.
Spike could feel his balls rise up against him. He couldn't hold out any longer. His hands dug into her already sore bottom as he continued to slam into her. Willow felt the pain from his hands on her and then a flood of her cream as she screamed his name just as he roared hers. Their explosive pleasure wound them up and flung them toward that the edge. Their bodies hummed and shook as they fell, pleasure still ripping through them in wave after wave until it left them spent and weathered.
Spike pulled himself free of her and, on weak legs, walked around the desk to release her arms. Willow wanted to stand up, but she found that she couldn't. Spike reached out and scooped her into his arms, then walk to the stairs and climbing them. He took her to the room they had spent the previous night together in and laid her down. He crawled in next to her and pulled the sheet over them.
Willow wanted to say something to him but found sleep pulling at her so fiercely that she couldn't open her mouth. Instead, she snuggled deeper into his arms and let sleep claim her.
Spike wasn't sure what he felt, but knew he would have plenty of time to think about it once things returned to normal. His eyes closed and sleep claimed him as well.
`Cause me I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
I am rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I am covered with skin that peels and it just
won't heal
No it just won't heal
No, no, no
" . . .The day reminds me of you . . ."
Willow walked slowly towards her dorm room, the afternoon sun warming her as she walked. She was in no rush to get back. She didn't know how one weekend could change a person so much, but it had. She wanted to go back and ask him why. Why did she wish that the weekend could have lasted longer? Why did she miss his touch already when it had been only an hour since she had chained him back in that tub? She had hooked the last manacle around his wrist and felt another kind of sadness; but not the one she had walked into the apartment with on Friday night. This was different. She couldn't put her finger on what made it different, but she knew once she left the apartment she would be missing a small part of herself that she would never be able to get back.
Willow pushed open the door to her room and looked around. Buffy wasn't there and that was for the best. The redhead didn't want the company right now. All she wanted to was grab a shower and head to bed. She was exhausted in a way she had never been before. It was a combination of physical and emotional fatigue. He had taken so much from her over these last two days, and put so much back in, that she wasn't sure if she knew which way was up anymore. She didn't miss Oz as much as she had Friday night, but now she was lost for a whole new reason.
She had awakened this morning with Spike's head been between her legs. She had been trying to shake the sleep from her eyes as her first orgasm had washed over her. She was so lost in the sensation of sleep slipping away and sex overcoming her that she hadn't even felt the pain in her bottom until she tried to sit up to beg him to come to her. She hadn't had the opportunity to touch him the night before. She wanted to, now that she wasn't bound to the desk.
Willow shuddered and looked around the room; she would never be able look at Giles' desk the same again. She grabbed a long T- shirt and her shower bag and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. She turned on a shower, letting the steam fill the room. She sighed as she thought more about her morning.
When she had tried to sit up the pain from her sore bottom had filled her mind. It shot up her back and she had whimpered as she lay back on the bed. That is was he spoke to her.
"Do you want something, luv? Just tell me what you want." His voice had been filled with lust and his face was coated with her cream. When she saw him like that, she felt herself becoming wet again. He had never looked more handsome than he did right that minute.
"Yes, Master." Her voice was breathy.
"What do you want?" he asked as he kept stroking her nether lips with his fingers, not enough to give any pleasure, but enough to make her want more.
"I want you to . . ." she lost her focus as he slipped one finger inside of her, ". . . to come here," she finished with a moan.
Spike stopped and looked at her. Willow shuddered as his eyes focused on her. They were so penetrating that she felt like he could see inside of her. She reached for him, letting him know that she was waiting for him.
"I want to touch you. Hold you as we make love," she whispered, afraid of how he would react to her wording.
He stilled his hands and smiled at her. He crawled up her body. Willow moaned as his lips met hers. She could taste herself on them and wanted more of whatever he would give her. He made her feel like she was a minx. Willow hissed as his weight settled on top of her, the blond holding himself above her by resting on his elbows. The redhead knew he wanted her to feel just a bit of her soreness. He wanted to make sure she knew what he had done to her the night before.
He broke the kiss and trailed kisses her down to her ear and nibbled its curve. This time she wanted to be able to take it slowly, to explore every inch of him. If this was the last time they were going to be together then she wanted to be able to take advantage of it. She wanted to leave today with memories that couldn't be replaced.
It had been a morning that Willow would never forget. The tenderness in his touch; she could feel it in the way he had made her feel. She hadn't meant for it to go that far when she had gone to him on Friday night. She had just wanted something to take her mind off the hole that Oz had left behind. Little did she know that the only way to heal her heart was to give it away again.
Willow felt tears in her eyes. She drew in a deep breath and found that her nerves settled as she breathed in Spike's scent still clinging to her skin. Willow reached in and shut off the shower. She would wait until morning. She didn't want to wash off his scent yet. She went back to her room and changed into her T-shirt, then laid down on her the bed. She may have had no choice in losing Oz, but this time she had a one. And she knew what she wanted. All she had to do now was wait until tomorrow night.
" . . . The day reminds me of you . . ."
Spike closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto the edge of the tub. He couldn't believe the weekend was over and he was back where he had started. He had known this was how it would end, but a small part of him was disappointed to be here in the tub while he listened to Giles move around the apartment. Spike drew in a deep breath; he could still smell Willow on his skin. If he closed his eyes he could still see her underneath him. He could still feel the way her skin felt. He knew then that he was once again love's bitch. He was damned, but he didn't care. He had to be close to her again. Whatever it took.
"Watcher! Watcher!" he yelled as loud as he could.
He could hear the Giles start to curse under his breath as he made his way to the bathroom.
"What is it, Spike?" the watcher said once he was in the doorway.
"Let me go. I'll be good." Spike could see the doubt in the watcher's eyes. "Please." He didn't want to say it, but he could be nice if it meant that he got to see Willow again.
THE END!