Summary: Willow and Spike have reached a crossroads. Will they take a chance to find happiness, or will they walk away from it?
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~Part: 1~
Willow groaned loudly as Buffy and Xander slammed the door behind them. She had a migraine ... a bad one, and her friends simply didn't seem to notice. Not that it surprised Willow. They were very caught up in the excitement of Buffy's discovery. A new demon. Or a potential new demon. One they'd never faced before, at any rate. The effects of the door slamming still ringing in her ears, Willow closed her eyes. Sighing, she muttered, "Why do they have to be so loud all the time? Is it an unwritten law or something?"
Spike looked over at her. "What was that, Red?"
Glancing up, Willow just shook her head. She had honestly forgotten that the chipped vampire was still in the apartment. "Oh, nothing. I just ... I have a headache and they are not making it better. At all. I hope it takes them hours to find the supplies Giles sent them after."
Spike chuckled. "Poor baby."
Willow glared at him. "You don't have to be patronizing, Spike. It's rude."
"Yes, well, Willow, he is a vampire," Giles said coming out of the kitchen.
Willow said nothing, choosing instead to groan again, resting her head on the book before her. She heard Giles open a closet door and forced herself to look up once more. "You going somewhere?" she asked.
Giles smiled at her. "Yes," he put on the tweed jacket. "I am going to visit an old friend of mine ... he works at the museum. I'll be back shortly. Hopefully with information about this new demon we're researching. Wish me luck."
"Luck," Willow said, laying her head back down.
Giles left without slamming the door, Willow noticed, leaving her alone with Spike. "I think I'm going to take a nap."
Spike said nothing, and Willow did her best to relax. A musty old book did not a comfortable pillow make. Groaning once more, she shifted a bit and sighed as she realized she was not going to find a comfortable position.
"Willow."
The fact that Spike had said her name instead of calling her Red caused the witch to look up at him instantly. He was still sitting on the couch, but his attention was no longer on the televised rugby match. In fact, Willow noticed, he had turned the television off. He was staring directly at her. "What?" she asked.
"You're in pain."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Thought we already established that, Spike."
The vampire got off the couch and walked toward her. "You're in pain and you're trying to sleep on a book. Don't be daft. Get up."
Willow simply stared at him. Shaking his head, the vampire began to rant, saying, "You know, I just don't understand you humans. You're the most stubborn, idiotic creatures on this earth! Even when you're in pain you can't lower yourself to sit next to the vampire on the couch. Well fine, then. Suffer. I don't give a damn. I really, truly don't."
"You want me to sit by you?" Willow asked, confused.
"You're in pain."
Willow watched in shock as Spike rushed from the room without another word, entering the kitchen and leaving her alone. She had no idea what had just happened, only that her head was really pounding. Closing her eyes as a wave of nausea crashed over her, Willow realized that, while she would love to stretch out on the couch, she was afraid she might vomit if she moved. Migraines were one of the few things that could really sideline her, and this one was a doozy.
"Oh," she murmured softly. "This sucks."
She had no idea what had triggered the headache, or why it seemed to be progressively getting worse, but it was. It just was. Moving the book out of the way, Willow set her head down on the tabletop, the cool surface proving to be comforting. She heard a moan and it took her a full minute to realize that the sound was coming from her. Her eyes closed, she fought off another wave of nausea and started a bit when she felt cool fingers brush the side of her face. Opening her eyes, she was momentarily shocked to see Spike crouched on the floor next to her, their eyes level. Blinking a few times, she managed to whimper only once as she said, "My head hurts."
"I know," Spike said simply as he lifted Willow from the chair. "I know."
The vampire carried her over to the couch and set her down gently. Willow stretched out slowly, placing her head in Spike's lap as soon as he sat down next to her. It seemed the natural thing to do and, in her current state, she didn't think twice about risking the vampire's patronizing wrath. She just settled herself down and leaned into the coolness of his body.
Spike, surprising her, reached up slowly and began to rub her temples gently. He said nothing, merely easing the tension from her head with gentle circles, soothing her with his soft caress. Willow felt herself begin to relax and eventually leaned further into his touch, urging him silently to increase the amount of pressure he was applying.
Slowly, almost cautiously, Spike moved one hand underneath her head and began to massage the tense muscles at the base of her skull ... right where it hurt the most. Willow whimpered, but didn't pull away. "I've got you, Red," Spike murmured.
Her eyes closed, Willow attempted to concentrate on relaxing, on calming down. She tried her best to will the headache away, and it seemed to be working. Her efforts, combined with Spike's gentle fingers, seemed to be doing the trick. Slowly, Willow felt the headache begin to subside, taking the evil nausea with it.
Spike's fingers begin to drift lower on her neck, massaging away any tension he found. Willow leaned into his touch, enjoying it. His fingertips dipped under the neckband of her shirt and Willow shivered, the sensation causing her to want to both pull away and lean further into his touch; it felt good. Very good. Spike's other hand, which had been rubbing her forehead, moved as he trailed two fingers down her face, tracing a line over her nose and around her lips. Willow moaned once more, and they both knew it was not a sound caused by pain this time.
Opening her eyes, Willow met Spike's intense gaze. "Spike ..." her voice was soft, as if she was afraid to speak, afraid to break whatever spell they were under. "Thank --"
"Get your hands off of her. Now."
Buffy's voice filled the apartment and both Spike and Willow leapt off the couch, staring at the Slayer and Xander standing in the doorway. Willow clutched her head as Buffy marched over to Spike and threatened to stake him. Neither Xander nor Buffy even noticed that Spike was trying to direct their attention to Willow, who was slowly beginning to sway, her headache coming back with a vengeance. They didn't hear her soft whimpers, or see her cradling her head in sheer agony. It wasn't until Willow's voice brought them all back to reality that they even remembered she was there. "Oh, hell," Willow murmured.
Spike saw her legs give out and was at her side in an instant, catching her before she hit the floor. "You daft bint," he glared at Buffy. "I was helping her. Which is more than I can say about you two. Banging around all the bloody time. Can't you see she's in pain? Did you even notice?"
Buffy said nothing, but Xander, looking at Willow in pure concern, softly said, "She has migraine medicine in her bag. At least she usually does. God, Will, I'm sorry I didn't ... I'm sorry. I should have known."
Willow managed to nod and hold out her hand, accepting the bag that Xander held out for her. "It's okay, Xander. The medicine is in here." She handed him a small pouch. "I didn't want to take it."
"Why the hell not?" Spike demanded.
"Makes me sleepy."
Shaking his head, the vampire lifted her easily into his arms once more and placed her back on the couch. Buffy sat down and looked over at her friend. "You could have said something. You didn't have to go to the evil dead over there for help."
Willow glanced between Spike and Buffy. "I didn't," she took the glass of water from Xander. "He just helped me. It was actually very nice of him."
Buffy snorted. "Right. I'm sure he got nothing out of it."
Willow closed her eyes and swallowed her medicine. She was not going to have this conversation with Buffy. She simply refused to. She was in too much pain to deal with the hypocritical Slayer at the moment. "Spike?" she asked softly.
"Yeah?"
"Could you please do that thing with your hands again? Just until the pill starts working?"
Saying nothing, Spike got up and moved behind the couch, positioning himself directly behind Willow. Once again starting with her temples, he begin easing her tension away. By the time she was relaxed enough for him to move on to the base of her skull, Buffy and Xander had gone back to researching, be it out of respect for Willow or simply because they wanted to deny the situation was happening at all. Spike didn't care about them. He only wanted to make Willow feel better. The door opened and Spike looked up as Giles entered the apartment. Neither one of them said a word, Giles assessing the situation much quicker, and more calmly, than either of the other Scoobies. Thank you!
Spike knew the instant Willow was asleep, but he did not cease his movements. Instead, he continued to ease the tension from her head, ensuring that she would wake up headache free. When she was completely relaxed, he stretched her out gently upon the couch and walked over to the table where the others sat. "So," he looked at Giles. "What'd you find out?"
***
Willow awoke to the sound of someone knocking on the door, but did not open her eyes. The memories of how she ended up asleep on Giles' couch crashing into her, she was a bit embarrassed that she'd allowed her headache to get the better of her. And that Spike, of all ... people, had been the one she'd asked for help.
The smell of pizza drifted into the room, and Willow was surprised when the smell didn't immediately send her running to the bathroom. Usually she was much more ... out of it ... when she woke up after taking her medicine. Normally, the effects of the headache lingered much longer. Willow was very surprised to feel as relaxed as she did, as rested, and wondered if Spike had anything to do with her current disposition.
Sitting up slowly, Willow opened her eyes in the same manner. The room came into focus and she saw her friends and Giles sitting around the table eating pizza. Spike was no where to be seen. Unsure of why that upset her, Willow greeted her friends, simply saying, "Hi."
They turned to look at her in unison and Xander held up his slice of pizza. "Hey, Will. You want some pizza?"
Willow shook her head. "No, thank you. I don't want to risk eating just yet."
"How do you feel?" Giles questioned.
"All right. Tired. I think, if you guys don't mind, that I'll head back to the dorm now. Get some more sleep. In my bed."
Giles nodded. "Of course, Willow. I do hope you feel better soon."
Willow smiled softly. "Thanks, Giles. I'm sorry I let my headache get that bad ... I usually--"
"It's quite all right," the Watcher interrupted. "It happens to the best of us, I'm afraid."
Buffy rose from the table. "Come on, Will. I'll walk you back."
They left quickly, and the walk to the college campus was rather uneventful. Neither one of the girls said much, as if they were afraid their conversation would lead directly to the afternoon's odd sequence of events. Neither one of them was sure what to make of Spike's behavior. It baffled them both, leaving them wondering what had come over the bleached blond menace. Buffy left Willow in their dorm room, informing her that she'd be spending the night with Riley and would not be returning. Willow bid her farewell, telling the Slayer to enjoy herself.
Turning on only the lamp beside the bed, Willow lay down, her head sinking into her pillow. Sighing contentedly, she closed her eyes and thanked whatever gods were listening that she was now headache free. She still felt a little sluggish, but that was to be expected. A light knock on the door roused her, and Willow sat up. "Just a second," she called out.
Walking over to the door, she pulled it open and gasped softly as Spike came into view. "Hi."
He met her eyes. "Red. Wanted to check ... saw the Slayer bring you back ... are you all right?"
"Come in, Spike," Willow said, ushering the vampire inside.
She stared at him for a moment before finally answering his question. "I'm okay. Tired, still. But okay. Thank you."
"You're welcome," the words were whispered, and Willow barely heard them.
Her eyes wide, she watched Spike turn toward the door, as if to leave. His hand on the door knob, she moved forward quickly, her own hand closing over his. "Please, wait."
He met her eyes and she tried to read the emotion she saw there. She was dying to know what was going on inside his head ... dying to know if he was just as confused, almost flabbergasted, at the turn their relationship seemed to be taking as she was. "Spike ..."
"Willow."
"Stay."
He said nothing, just nodded. They moved across the room, Willow sitting down on her bed. Looking up at the vampire, she patted the bed beside her. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but sat down, staring at her expectantly. "Spike ... thank you. I mean, you didn't have to do what you did, and I ... I don't know what else to say."
"You don't have to say anything. Nothing at all."
"Maybe I want to."
She had never seen him so timid before. And the thought that she was behind his strange behavior confused her even more. "What's going on?" she asked softly.
"I don't know," he answered, and Willow heard the honesty in his voice. "I really don't know. I do know that I've never been more sure that the Slayer's gonna stake me. And she would, you know, for touching you. Almost did this afternoon."
Willow licked her lips. "Is that an option? Um, you touching me ... not the you getting staked part."
Spike looked over at her, finally. "Red ... you were in pain. And I could almost feel it right along with you, what with all the whimpers and moans you kept letting out. And, I know a bit about headaches. How bad they can be, and the like. I just wanted to help."
Willow reached out and touched two fingers to the side of his head. "The chip?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
Willow's hand drifted down, moving along one of his cheekbones. "So it was a one time thing? The touching?"
Spike leaned into her touch and Willow could almost swear he let a small whimper cross his lips. And it was enough for her. Leaning forward, she cupped his face in her hands. "I don't want it to be. I'm insane, and probably need mental help, but Spike ... I want you to keep touching me."
"Your head still hurts?"
"No."
"Then why do you want me to touch you?"
Her answer was simple, her eyes clear. "I like it when you touch me, Spike. I always have, if I'm honest with myself."
"Willow..."
"Kiss me, please. Just kiss me."
It seemed to happen in slow motion, the way he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her as he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, gentle, and lasted only a minute. Willow tried to lean into him, to pull him closer, but he was already pulling out of her arms and standing up. Her eyes snapped open. "Spike?"
"We can't." Willow's eyes filled with tears and Spike shook his head. "I want to, Red. You have no idea how badly I want to. But we can't. The bloody Slayer is entirely too protective of you, and I can't defend myself from her, as much as it kills me to admit that. I'm too much of a vamp for her to allow you to date me, and I'm not enough of a vamp to go against her wishes. Not anymore. Those soldier boys saw to that."
Willow listened to him with wide, tear-filled eyes, unable to think of anything to say. Because it came down to one thing: Spike was right. Buffy would never allow the two of them to see each other. Her reaction earlier that day had proven it. Closing her eyes, a single tear slipped down her cheek.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, to Spike and heard the door close. Her eyes snapping open, Willow saw that the vampire was gone. Giving in to the tears, she lowered herself down on the bed and cried. It hurt her that Spike had such a low opinion of himself, that her best friend was a blind hypocrite, and that she couldn't do anything about it. Not a damn thing.
And that was the most painful thing of all.
~Part: 2~
Spike awoke with a sense of dread. It was the same feeling he woke up with every day ... ever since the soldiers had chipped him. When they stole everything from him; his ability to hunt, his reputation, his pride ... it was all gone because of a bit of plastic and wires.
He was truly beginning to hate his unlife. Every day got a little bit worse. The worst part, he realized bitterly, was that he seemed to fail at everything he attempted. Always had, but before ... that was because he was impatient. Now, though? Now it was because he was broken. 'I mean, hell,' he thought. 'How hard is it to commit suicide? I've been killing people for over a century now and I can't even kill myself? How pathetic is that?'
His thoughts rambled on, going over and over the incident in Xander's basement when he'd tried to stake himself. Again and again, he wondered where he'd gone wrong. The stake had been right there! He'd been above the stake! Why didn't it work? Sighing heavily with unneeded breath, Spike knew the answer. He hadn't really wanted to dust himself. He'd just wanted ... something. Peace, or something like it.
Spike had managed to convince himself that he was even more of an abomination than his poof of a grandsire. He didn't have a soul. It wasn't that he didn't want to kill. It was just that he couldn't. He was unable to. His existence was meaningless. At least he had thought so until that incident with Willow. Now, his life was meaningless with a side of potential. A small side, but potential all the same. All because he'd helped her. Willow. His Red.
She had been in pain, and seeing her in pain, watching her suffer, should have pleased his demon. But it hadn't. In fact, it had been almost painful to watch, knowing what a splitting headache like that felt like, having lived through it so many times recently. So he'd helped her. Simple as that, or so he thought. But events had spiraled out of control from there. Granted, he thought, it could have gotten further out of control, especially if the Slayer and her boy hadn't walked in when they did. He'd been about to kiss Willow, been about to take her into his arms and snog her good and proper.
But he hadn't gotten the chance. Not then, at any rate. And later, when he was once again presented with the opportunity, he passed it up. Walked out. And why? Because he was afraid of the Slayer.
"Fucking ponce, I'm turning into," he growled out loud. "I should have been the death of her."
Spike didn't like the vampire he was becoming at all. He didn't do timid.
But he didn't want to be staked either.
"Bloody hell," he said in exasperation, getting out of bed.
Pacing the length of Giles' guest room ... once again realizing how thankful he was that the Watcher had unchained him from the bathtub, he glanced at the clock. Three in the afternoon. Still too sunny out to escape, feigning patrol. And not early enough to go back to sleep. He was rested and suddenly very bored.
"I can't even get into anything here! There's nothing to destroy besides books, and they'd stake me for sure if I even so much as dog-eared a corner in one of their precious books!"
Spike knew he was being unreasonable, whiny even, but he didn't care. He was a vampire, not a pet. And since discovering that he could harm demons, that is what they'd treated him as. A guard dog. He patrolled with Buffy, beating up the bad guys, his former friends, under the threat of death. They were using him.
Flopping down on the bed, Spike shook his head. "William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, downgraded to living the life of a bloody poodle."
***
It was four in the afternoon that same day when Willow walked up to Giles' apartment and knocked on the door. She'd left in such a hurry the last time she was there that she'd forgotten her history text book. She'd barely made it through class without it and knew she wouldn't pass the quiz on Friday without reading the chapter. No one answered the door, so Willow slipped her hand into her pocket, removing the key Giles had given her. Unlocking the door and going inside, Willow was shocked to see Spike coming out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel.
"Oh..." her voice trailed off on a sigh, her eyes roaming up and down the vampire's body.
He stood wide-eyed for just a moment before smirking. "Red."
"Spike," Willow managed.
"See something you like?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"Doesn't have to be."
Willow groaned. The vampire before her had not left her thoughts since Monday night when he'd kissed her in her dorm room and then rushed away. She was confused about everything except the fact that she was attracted to him. And seeing him standing before her, nearly naked, Willow wanted to do nothing more than throw herself at him.
Memories of that night, though, flooded her mind. She remembered practically begging him to touch her, to kiss her, and remembered the pain she'd felt after he left. She knew he had his reasons, and they were sound, good reasons. But it still hurt. And she would not risk it again. She couldn't. She didn't think she'd be able to let him walk away from her again. And she wasn't sure she was ready to deal with what that meant. Not yet.
"I'll just get my book."
She tried not to look at him again. Attempted to ignore the fact that he was walking over to her. Tried not to notice that the towel he had draped about him was sinking lower and lower with every step he took. "This isn't working," she murmured out loud.
"What's not?" Spike asked, forcing Willow to acknowledge that he was directly behind her.
"Me, trying to ignore you."
"And why would you be doing that?" Spike asked.
"I made a complete fool of myself the other day ... and ..." Willow's voice trailed off as Spike pressed himself against her back, letting her feel his erection as the towel fell to the floor.
Her eyes closed, Willow shivered as Spike began to speak, his mouth right by her ear. "Leaving your dorm room was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, Willow. Don't doubt that. And don't doubt that I want you. I do. This?" He thrust against her. "This is for you, and only you. You do this to me."
Willow moaned loudly and pushed back against Spike, wanting to be closer, but he moved away. He picked up the towel and started walking to his room. Willow watched him go, confused, hurt, and kicking herself for falling for it once again.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked softly. "Why are you teasing me? Is it some kind of joke to you? Turn me on and then leave?"
Spike turned. "No. You needed to know. You needed to know what you do to me. So that later, when you're doubting how beautiful, how perfect, you are, you won't have to hurt. Because you know I want you."
"Spike ..."
He said nothing else as he left the room. Willow watched him go, confused. He'd done it again, surprising her beyond all possible belief. She didn't understand how or why he could possibly want her like he claimed to. Or why he was suddenly so ... timid. But whatever it was ... Willow knew it had to have something to do with the Hellmouth.
Everything always came back to the Hellmouth.
***
Spike cursed himself as he toweled off, drying the remaining water from his body. He'd not expected to see the witch, hadn't known she'd left that bloody book. And nothing prepared him for the way his body reacted as he watched her drink in the sight of him. Standing nearly naked in front of her, Willow's gaze piercing him with it's intensity, Spike had almost taken her. Almost.
But then, all the reasons he'd spouted off to her the last time they were together came rushing back. Nothing had changed. They still couldn't be together. So what did he do? He'd planned on walking away. Just leaving her there to get her book. But, no. He'd ended up behind her, grinding into her ass as he told her how much he wanted her, that she was the one who turned him on and no one else. It was, of course, the truth, but he'd never planned on telling her that. Not after the Slayer's reaction to him simply touching Willow. No. He would not die because he gave into his urges.
He simply would not.
So then why was he having such a hard time staying in his room? Naked as he was, he wanted only to go back out into the living room, pick Willow up, and carry her to his bed. Loving her, it seemed ... making her feel how much he wanted her, was the only thing his body wanted. And his brain was having no luck convincing himself that it was a really bad idea.
"Sod it all to hell," Spike grumbled as he flopped down on the bed, face down.
He heard the front door open and close, but part of him didn't want to believe it. She couldn't have just left. Not like this ... not like what he did to her the other day. No, Willow wasn't like that. She would have followed him into the room. Wouldn't she have? Raising his head from the bed, Spike listened for any sound of life inside the apartment. No one was there.
Sighing, Spike lowered his face back down to the bed. "Damn it."
***
Willow had only made it as far as the parking lot before turning around. She glanced at her watch and saw that Giles would not be back home for another two hours, having said he was spending the afternoon with friends before treating them to dinner. That had to be plenty of time for she and Spike to work out this ... this thing between them. It just had to be. Rushing back inside the apartment, she didn't hesitate as she walked over to his door and let herself in.
The sight that greeted her caused her to gasp. He was still naked. On the bed. His tight butt on display. Swallowing hard, Willow walked over and sat down on the bed next to his head.
"You came back."
"Yeah."
"Good."
"You're naked."
"Is that a problem?"
"Um ... not really. Well, kinda. It's a bit distracting."
Spike looked at her, raising his head. "Yeah?"
"Uh huh."
He licked his lips. "You want me to move, then? Get dressed and all that rot?"
Willow closed her eyes. "Spike ... what I want is to roll you over and have my wicked way with you. I really just said that, didn't I?"
Chuckling, Spike rolled over onto his side. "Yeah, you did. We've discussed this, though, pet. We can't. Buffy-"
"Buffy isn't here. I am here, and I'm a grown woman, or almost a grown woman, at any rate. And you, Mr. Vampire, have teased me enough. What is this, huh? What's this?" She gestured between them. "This, this thing we've got happening here?"
"Attraction," Spike said. "Pure and simple."
"But, why? Why all of a sudden? I mean, the other day, with the headache and the massage ... that was nice. And then in my dorm room ... Spike, I'm confused, okay? I mean, I've always found you attractive, and there've been those dreams, but never in a million years did I think you'd ever want me that way."
Spike stared at her. "You've dreamed about me?"
Willow blushed. "Um, yeah. Since that night you kidnapped me and Xander ..."
"Are they good dreams?"
Biting her lip, Willow nodded. "Yeah," her voice was quiet.
"I've dreamed about you, too, pet."
Silence surrounded them and Willow closed her eyes. Spike, the vampire who had inhabited her thoughts for the past few days, and her dreams for even longer, was lying on his bed. Naked. And she was right beside him. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, to take the chance she should have taken that night in her dorm, Willow reached out and ran a finger down Spike's arm. "Buffy's not here."
Willow couldn't believe she was actually doing this, actually speaking this boldly, actually allowing her eyes to travel over Spike's body freely, actually touching him. And she really couldn't believe she was about to do what she was about to do. Standing up, Willow held Spike's gaze as her hands slipped under the hem of her shirt. Pulling the material over her head, she stood before Spike wearing only her bra and jeans. She watched as Spike's blue eyes darkened, and he took an audible breath. Her eyes never leaving his, she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them over her hips.
"Bloody hell," Spike said as he sat up and pulled Willow to him.
Pulling her back down to the bed, his lips found hers quickly, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. Willow moaned as he deepened the kiss and wrapped her arms around his sculpted frame. The feel of his skin beneath her hands, the smell of him, the taste of him, it all served to set Willow ablaze with desire. "Don't stop," she murmured as Spike broke the kiss.
"Don't want to, Red, but damn ... this is insane. The Slayer's going to kill me for sure."
"Not if she doesn't find out," Willow said in a bolt of inspiration.
Spike hesitated and Willow reached between them, encircling his very prominent erection with her hand. Spike groaned as she began to stroke him, his eyes closing for a moment. "Good plan, Red. Good plan."
Willow grinned and he pulled her closer, stilling her movements. "You want me to stop?" she asked.
"Wanna see you. Wanna feel you. Wanna taste you."
Her eyes wide, Willow was surprised to find she felt no embarrassment when Spike unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. She shivered as Spike lowered her panties over her hips and dragged them off her body. His eyes roamed her freely, darkening even further. "Beautiful. Perfect," he stated as his hands began to follow the path his eyes took.
He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples, causing Willow to moan and arch into his touch. "Spike ..."
The vampire captured her lips once more and lay her down on the bed, his hands trailing down her sides. "So soft ... your skin's so soft."
Willow soon found herself lost in the sensations he was causing. Spike kissed and touched and worked her into a frenzy before finally giving her what it was she wanted. He took her hard, their bodies entangling in passion. Willow cried out his name as he found that special spot inside of her that made her see stars with every thrust. She bucked against him as he pounded into her, bringing them both closer to release. Coming together, they clung to each other, crying out each other's names as pleasure rolled though them. Spike didn't stop there, though. He kissed his way down her body, finding her sensitive clit with his tongue, working her into yet another orgasm. Willow screamed his name as he brought her over, her hips moving of their own accord as the tremors of bliss shook her.
Trembling, Willow fell asleep in Spike's arms, the vampire holding her as closely as possible.
***
'Insane,' Spike thought to himself. 'This is bloody insane.'
Willow slept in his arms, and Spike knew he'd have to wake her soon. She'd need to get cleaned up before the Watcher got home from his evening out. Glancing at the clock beside them, he saw that it was nearing seven. Giles would be home any time now, and the Slayer would come around for patrol in about an hour.
'I've no idea how we're going to make this work, Red,' he mused to himself. 'But I know one of us will be hurt in the end. It's just the way it's gotta be. The Slayer will see to it. Or the Watcher. Someone will feel the need to protect you from me.'
Kissing her temple, Spike pulled himself out of his thoughts. "Willow, wake up."
"Don't wanna."
"Willow, you have to wake up. We won't be alone for much longer."
Spike watched as reality seeped back into Willow's brain. "Oh," she murmured.
"Yeah."
She sat up, taking her warmth with her, and Spike shivered, despite himself. She looked back at him and smiled. "Wow."
He grinned. "Yeah, wow."
Spike leaned in toward her, wanting a kiss, but the sound of the front door opening and closing left them both wide eyed and frozen. Neither one of them moved as the sound of footsteps grew closer. Willow gasped softly as someone knocked on the door, her hand instantly seeking Spike's.
"Spike? Are you in there?"
Neither one of them moved or said a word.
Giles was home.
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