E-mail; Greenfae2@cs.com
Rating ; PG to R,
Pairing; Willow/Spike
Time frame: 4th season, more or less
notes: wondered what would happen if Spike had notice Willow more after the near miss biting.
Feedback; well only if you want more.. this is my first attempt at a W/S fic and I am a bit nervous.
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~Part: 1~
Watching;
Willow knew it was not really a good idea to be out this late at night but then she had things to do and research to perform. Her first year of collage and she had a huge report to do in her emotional barriers class. Worse then that the professor was known for picking out the smartest in her classes and battering them on a constant basis, not room for mistakes or it could mean the difference between a passing grade and one that just barely pass. Willow shuttered, just thinking about it. What would everyone say if she came back with a D or something.
Lost in her thoughts Willow didn't see the dark figure that looked as if it had a halo. She was much to busy running over her self and dealing out the guilt she thought she needed in order to keep things on an even keel. Stepping from the shadows behind her he watched, and remembered. He had almost killed or maybe even turned her the night he went to her dorm room. She had smelled so sweet and was nice to him in a frighten out of her mind sort of way, Spike grinned to himself. The taste of her fear didn't last as long as he would have liked since he found out quickly that his head was now his worst enemy.
Spike watch her walk away and began to follow her again, her movements enthralled him as humans sometimes do to vampires. They lose themselves in the human they watch, the incline of a face, color of hair, they way eyes meet. It could really be said that a human called the vampire to them, begged for the release of either, death or life as a undead. Spike really didn't care about all that only that she was moving and he must follow her.
As they moved down the darken street, her in front and him far enough behind so that she would not see him. Spike let his eyes take in her full shape, slender yet not to skinny, nice hips, long legs. He really could feel those legs wrapped around him, hear her moans of passion. He wondered if she would be a screamer, or would she just go quietly mad. The thought peeked his interest and he nearly made his move to speak with her.
But from the shadows of a doorway a hand quickly darted out and grabber Willow in a firm grip, yanking her into the darkness. Spike wasted no time in getting up with where she had been and nearly diving into the shadows of where she had went. He could see her struggling against an someone, and he heard the words. "Still pretty one, you will make a fine childer, sniffing sounds, ahh yes there is power in you little one, very nice indeed." the voice was smooth as chocolate and the creature that had it's arms around Willow was strong.
Spike grabbed one of the creatures arms and pulled it off Willow. He tossed her aside and began in earnest to fight the other vampire. It howled at him and reached for his throat, clawing and biting. Spike only back out of it's reach and the landed a few punches of his own. Pulling his stake he let the thing lunge past him and staked it in the back. It wasn't much to look at before it was dusted, now there was nothing left.
Spike turned his attention to Willow, but she had been rendered unconscious and was laying in a heap on the ground. Spike gave a half cock smile and bent to look her over, she would live. But the bang to her head would need tending. Spike was glad he had thought to feed before coming looking for the redheaded witch. Her prone body would have been way to tempting and he didn't relish the idea of the headache he would receive now that he had that sodding chip.
Lifting her into his arms he made his way around and out of the alley, then off to his lair. In his thoughts he shrugged, where else could he take her, the watcher would stake him before he could explain. So would the slayer, and Xander, well no one cared what he thought. It was just a better idea to take her where she would be safe yet he wouldn't get dusted.
Willow began to wake her head throbbing. The smell of dust and age filled the air. She sat up slowly looking around, as her eyes started to focus she heard sounds coming from behind her. So she slowly turned to see who or what she was with. Her thoughts on the thing that had grabbed her, she shivered. Still smelling it's awful breath she wondered if it were going to eat her now. Willow remembered it had said she would make a good childer, meaning a vampire child to it.
Disgusted she tired not to make a sound, hoping to make and escape if this thing wasn't to close. Suddenly Spike was there, in front of her now 4 feet away, half cocked smile on his face and cigarette in his mouth, he drawled at her, "ello, Red, what's a nice piece of fluff like you doing in a crypt like this". He smiled at his joke as if it were actually funny and Willow looked at him stunned. "Spike, she said softly, mostly because any louder and her head would explode, what am I doing here". Her question coming off more like an accusation.
Spike only grinned at her more making her feel like she was being stupid somehow and answered,"now is that anyway to treat your hero lov" mock hurt in his tone. He walked over to her and leaned down to look her in the eyes. His face inches from her, "I would think you own me a kiss, at least" he then leaned to her ear and whispered, "Unless you want more than that lov".
Willow blushed furiously and turned away from him. She tried to stand and found her legs to unsteady. Spike had to grab her arms so she could keep her balance, and even that didn't help much. Only landed her in his embrace as one leg gave out entirely, lunging her neatly against the blonde vampire. She couldn't help but notice how solid his chest was and how he wrapped both arms around her protectively.
Willow was surprised to know that she wasn't repelled by his touch, more the opposite was true. She could feel her heart racing and wondered if he could to. Duh, she thought, Spike 'is' a vampire, no doubt he knew the moment she woke up even. Willow didn't want to think about what he might have been up to while she slept.
Spike was in no hurry to release her and Willow seemed to be OK with where she was as well. He traced elegantly male fingers down her back in a soothing manner. Willow found herself leaning into him, until she brought her mind sharply back into focus, "no no,, bad Willow" she thought, and she pulled away from him.
Spike seemed a little uneasy as she moved away and she wonder what he would have to feel uncomfortable about . He was the big bad right, chip or no, he was still one bad vampire. "I really need to go, she muttered at him, people will be expecting me". Spike looked at her and smiled sadly, "expecting, that's a good word for it love, not hoping to see or looking for, but expecting. Like you were some sort of reliable clock that always went off at exactly the same time everyday."
He looked somewhat cross at the thought of people taking Willow for granted and in her own quiet way she seemed to be thankful someone didn't see her as just a tool to be used and put away when not needed. Oh she knew they didn't mean to treat her like that.
The second year when Buffy had come back, Xander was starting to notice her, finally. But the Buffy, and bang, all thoughts of her ice cream covered nose were banished except for the comment, "you have something on your nose Will," Xander had made. She would have thought he would be nicer, they had been best friends since grade school.
Seemed like once they were with different people somehow they had been attracted to each other again. Very bad timing and Spike had got into the middle of that one, with his, "I want what's mine " routine as he pined for Drusilla. Willow knew then that she really needed Oz, she didn't come second to him.
Well not until this year, when he met up with the female werewolf, and mated with her. Willow could still feel her heart jump at the sight of Oz and the she wolf, naked in his cage. She wanted to kill them both, at the very least hurt them a lot. She cried over that constantly until she decided to cast a spell on Oz. She almost went through with it too, but then she really didn't want to hurt him. She had loved him and wanted to stay together, work it out somehow. It was Oz's choice to leave, they all left her.
She now found herself interested in a girl, which was odd. She wasn't used to the idea of a woman with her. But she and Tara hadn't really gotten to that part yet, she hadn't even really been sure what she was feeling for Tara now. She only knew it was different, she was different. Her feelings were turned somehow, maybe because of all the hurt the men in her life had cause. She really didn't know, didn't care.
Her thoughts came back to present and she looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen, he was close again, holding her steady. His face so close she wondered what it would be like to kiss the pouty mouth before her. Her eyes traveled down from his mouth to his solid chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Willow's head swooned again and she nearly toppled over if not for Spike holding on to her. "Hey now, lov, I think you need to lay back down a bit" his voice held concern.
Willow smiled faintly and let him set her back down on the, umm she looked at where she was and realized it was his bed. Her shoes gone, he had made her comfortable without undressing her. Just undoing a few buttons here and there. That would give her room to move and breath. She wondered how he got so kind, why he was being so nice to her. Didn't he almost shove a broken bottle though me face one time, she thought.
She could see him sitting on the edge of the bed, he started to lightly stroke her hair and she closed her eyes. She could feel him puller he up against his cool body, and as her mind began to slip away to dream land, she heard his voice, soft but defiant, "mine" was all he said. She wondered what was his, but lost track as sleep over took her pain filled body. She would have to ask him about it at a later date. Then darkness surrounded her, settling her in a blanket of nothingness.
Spike cuddled her close to him wrapping his arms around her and letting her head rest on his chest. She still needed rest, she would be OK, but she had taken quite a bump on her head. He had to watch her very closely for the first couple of hours. Her behavior when she woke only told him that she wouldn't be good on her own for a few days. This suited him well, he wanted her to stay.
If he had his way she would never want to leave, and as soon as he got rid of this sodden chip, he would make her his mate. She wouldn't like that if she knew right away but he felt if he had some time she would come around to what he wanted. He had a lot of time to think about it too. She would be in and out for a day or more and he knew she wouldn't feel like moving much then.
Spike was happy, he had want he wanted, or he had her for now. Until that bleedin slayer found out. The thought made her cross and he held Willow's unconscious form tighter. In his mind he was chanting, mine, mine, mine, like some sort of mantra. When he thought about the slayer taking Willow away his demon face came to the front and he growled, Willow mumbled something in her sleep and tried to roll over.
Spike calmed himself and pulled her closer to him again. He wasn't really tired but it was day, he had eaten and she was sleeping. Spike knew he would wake if anything in her changed so he let himself doze off. His dreams filled with a certain redheaded witch.
~Part: 2~
enchanted;
Willow woke with a start and levered herself up on her elbows looking around. No, she thought, it hadn't been a dream, she really was in Spike's crypt with him. To a point that was OK, but then he wasn't human and didn't have human needs. One of those needs being what had woke her, she needed to go to the bathroom. Spike came into view, with a plate and what looked like juice. Walking toward her he was smiling his black tee shirt pulled free of his jeans, and bare footed, he sat on the side of the bed. "ello, Red", he said in a chipper voice, "you feeling better". Willow had no clue how to tell him of her, problem.
But she had to do something soon, so she smiled nervously and asked. "Spike, her voice faltered some, do you have a umm bathroom". Her question made Spike's scared eyebrow lift into his hair line. Somehow Willow got the impression he didn't think about that little human trait. He clucked his tongue and smiled, "ave, everything you need lov," as he made that comment he rubbed his hand against his chest and cocked his head to one side. Standing he made to help her up but Willow shook her head saying, "I can make it on my own, but erm thanks," she sounded not as sure of herself as she would have liked to be.
Moving to the side of the bed she tried to stand, her legs still wobbly but stronger than they were. Spike made to help her get to the bathroom. She only put up her hand to him in a silent no. But then had to ask, "Which way," since she hadn't been awake to know where it was. Spike grinned and pointed the way. Willow only wobbled her way to the necessary room, grumbling things about, weird vampires that actually have bathrooms in crypts.
Spike looked at the small plate of food he had prepared for her, she would be out soon and she would need to eat. It had been twenty hours since the bump on the head, he knew she hadn't eaten and she slept most of the time. It was no wonder she had to use the ladies room. He would need to eat as well, and she was not on his menu. Even if he could feed from a human he would go get his meal somewhere else. He only needed to know that she would be ok on her own for a half hour and he would head to Willie's for his order.
What he really wanted to know is that she would be there when he got back. He really didn't want to come back and find her gone. He felt a shiver run down his back, but put a smile on since she was returning now. Her steps uneasy, but getting stronger he watched her come back to the bed. Willow sat on the edge and looked at what was presented to her.
Spike had gone to the trouble of toasting a cheese sandwich for her, and had placed some fruit pieces on it too. The orange juice he handed her first went down with only minor trouble. Willow was feeling much better but she wasn't going to the races yet. She had gotten a good whiff of herself, and scrunched her nose in disgust. If it hadn't been for her tummy grumbling she would had asked if he had anything for her to shower with, soap, shampoo?
Since not only did he have a bath with a toilet but a huge shower and garden tub. She felt impressed and wonder why with the merger things he had everywhere else in the crypt did he feel the need to have such a bathroom. Leaning over the plate she began to nibble on the sandwich picking it apart with slender fingers. Spike watched her closely for any signs that her earlier injury was causing her trouble still. She seemed fine if not totally well.
Spike was feeling pretty hungry too but he was still worried, even more so now that she was feeling so much better that she would leave. But after she ate she asked about the shower and Spike was only to please to say yes. It meant two things, one, that she would be naked in his bath, and two, that she would be doing something that would restrict her movement to his crypt until he got back. He had calculated how long it would take him to get there and back, maybe a half hour.
He nodded when she wanted towels and and some time to do her girl things. Spike like to watch woman, doing daily things. But this time he would have to back off and give her some room. So he set up the bath with a bar of soap and what was left of his shampoo and conditioner. When he was done he left the bathroom to her and she wandered into it her legs a little steadier.
Spike stayed long enough to hear her get in the shower, and opened the bathroom door quietly. Letting himself in and taking her neatly folded clothes, he had to grin at himself, she wouldn't be going anywhere now. At least until he got back, and that was a good thing. He didn't go far with them only put them in his hamper, knowing she wouldn't know where to look for it since he had it kind of hidden. Knocking on the bathroom door he opened it just enough to call in, "hey, lov, I am goin to get some dinner, be back in a few", his voice somewhat weary. She only answer that it was OK she would be all right and get out of the bathroom, after all, it was a naked place.
In the shower Willow had time to reflect on Spike's odd actions of the past day. She always thought he was really cute and had defended him once or twice. She even felt bad when he got chipped and couldn't bite anymore, (not that she would have been happy if he could have the day he came to the dorms). It was just that he was so emotional, he really seemed to feel things. When Angel had become soulless he was just that, no real feelings but anger, lust, all the bad. Spike somehow retained a human part of his old self.
What would it be like she thought if she were with him. Her mind wandered to the fact that he had some of the same things happen to him with the people he loved. Drusilla was more her sire's than Spike's, and Angel had delighted in letting him know that. Sometimes going into her rooms right in front of Spike, making her cry out so that Spike could hear every whimper, and moan. Willow thought it must have drove Spike near mad, with jealously, but he was even worse when she left him.
The Chaos demon she had taken up with was a slap in his face. Willow busy washing her hair had gotten some of the soap in her eyes and was trying to wash it out when a familiar voice echo from the other room. She tried to quickly finish and get out drying off and getting her clothes back on. "I'm in the bath", she shouted through the door. Wrapping the large towel around her as she looked for her clothes.
The door opened and Buffy stood there looking shocked. "Willow", she said her voice holding a tone of disbelief. Willow didn't see her things and figured Spike had removed them so that he could get them clean or. The thought struck her that he had done it to keep her there. "oh what a dirty trick", she fussed. Buffy who had just stood back letting Willow out of the bath, was silent, only watching what was going on. Willow went to what passed for a closet for Spike and pulled out one of the four tee shirts, and one pair of his black jeans.
She went where Buffy was not in direct line of sight and dropped the towel, she picked up the shirt and started to put it on when Spike came swaggering in, from where he was standing he got a full view, and he nearly dropped his bag. Buffy could see Spike as he came in and knew by the look on his face that he was seeing way more than he should. Willow stammered, "Spike, don't you knock, I mean well you wouldn't seeing that it's your erm um place", she stammered on for only a second until Buffy had slammed Spike into a wall. Pulling back her fist daring him to do or even say anything. Spike only put up his hands and waited for the slayer to let him go.
Willow put Spike's pants on and walked over to them. "Buffy let him go, he didn't do anything wrong, she said calmly, then thinking about her missing clothes she added, "except try to keep me naked". Willow turned her head to look at Spike and he only grinned cigarette hanging from his lips.
Spike pushed against Buffy, "off me you crazy bint, I was only helper her, he looked at Willow in a half pleading half cocky way, tell Red, I saved your life". Willow thought for a minute and turned to Buffy, "he's right, he did save me from some nasty vampy thing, she thought again for a little longer, and he had been taking care of me, up till now". Having said this she pushed Buffy's hand away from Spike, mostly because she let her. Buffy stepped away never turning her back to Spike, even though she knew he could do little to harm her.
Spike's only response was to take his bag to the fridge. Piling his goods inside, it's tiny space. He knew it was over for now, but there would be another time and he had pretty well instill the idea that he was a good guy to the witch by being there for her. All in all he wasn't totally dissatisfied, it really could have been much worse.
Spike took in Willow wearing his clothes and grin widely, she looks pretty good in his jeans and tee, good enough to eat even. The thought warmed his cold dead heart in ways he hadn't felt since he and Dru were at their peek.
Willow asked Spike where the rest of her things were and he got them to her, telling her he had wanted to wash them. But if she wanted them now that was ok by him. Buffy glared at him, her arms crossed as she watched both Willow and Spike. When Willow was ready to leave Buffy mouth at Spike that they would, "talk later", he only nodded. He knew the slayer would have to have her say in this. But he had done nothing wrong really.
She really knew that too, and it seemed to bug the slayer. She wanted to blame him for Willow's disappearance, and in a way he was at fault. But not how she would have thought. Buffy walked out with Willow in tow, and Spike could do nothing but watch. He wanted to do so much more, he wanted to tell Willow how he felt, what he really wanted. But he worried she was not ready to hear that yet.
Spike went and sat on the bed, his bed, that she had been sleeping in for so long. Her scent still clung to the bed clothes and he laid down burying his face in the pillow she had been using. Inhaling deeply he felt his human visage disappear and he growled from somewhere deep in his gut, "mine".
Willow was busy walking and talking, nervously as she and Buffy made there way back to Willow's house. It was near dawn again and she was feeling very tired. The walk and all the excitement had got to her. Buffy had surprised her by showing up like that and she was still trying to figure out what Spike was up to. She figured the bump on the head was the reason she had reacted like she did, what other reason could there be.
Buffy only watched and wondered what on earth had gotten into Spike, taking Willow off like that to his crypt when she was hurt. Though now Willow looked pretty good, Buffy could imagine what a bump on the head like that would do to someone, that wasn't a slayer anyway. She listen to Willow recount what she was awake enough to remember and nodded once in awhile to show she was hearing Willow. But really she was bent on knowing why Spike had done that, and did she have to worry about him doing it again.
Once at Willow's house she and Buffy decided that she would stay the day watching over Willow one more day to make sure she was ok. Willow went to her kitchen and made toast with butter and jelly. Offering Buffy some, Buffy just shook her head no and dug a little deeper under the covers that Willow had given her. Sooner or later she would figure out what Spike was up to, and if she didn't like it she would dust him on the spot.
~Part: 3~
Tempting fate;
Willow had one more paper to finish for her class and that one would be pretty easy. Just a quick run down on the history of computers and their effect on society as a whole. Then what ramifications that might have in the beginning of the this century. Childs play really, something she could do while having a night at the Phi Delta party.
It was one party she didn't want to miss, the Phi's were known for their wild, and crazy computer touraments. Buffy didn't want to go, but that was OK it was only two buildings away. So Willow didn't have to worry about being out walking far, in the dark. Once inside she felt things would be fine. She knew a couple of people that would be there and she would hang out with them.
Buffy was already gone out on patrol and she wouldn't be back until much later. Willow had asked her if she would come by the Phi house and walk her back to the dorms. She really didn't want to be out alone, she didn't ask Spike what had happened to the vampire that had tried to attack her. She didn't want to be surprised by the thing if it found out where she lived.
The thought of Spike made her shiver slightly, her feelings were mostly mixed on the subject of the blonde vampire. He was evil, she knew that, but at the same time he had saved her. Didn't that mean that he was good? That wasn't even the most confusing part, the thing that got to her was that he had babied her, while she was out. Kept her in his home, such as it was, and watched over her. Thinking these things over gave Willow a tingle in the bottom of her stomach. She kinda felt like she itched all over, and she really didn't understand that.
Her thoughts sought out the most embarrassing moment of the stay with him, her nudity. Shivers ran over her back, he had seen her without attire. But then as far as she knew he had seen or even done things she wouldn't know about. Not that she believe that of him, being out cold for over a day, gave him plenty of time to do almost anything. Willow felt shocked at herself over the feelings she was getting just thinking about what he might have seen or done to her while she was asleep.
She could feel the heat in her rising, and she could feel his hands on her. Her mind replayed the near fall she had and how he had caught her, as she slumped against his chest. Those to blue eyes, and his soft looking lips, she still wondered what they would taste like. How would his kiss feel, on her mouth. Willow shook her head and got up from her chair, heading for the closet.
She needed to get dressed and quickly if she was going to get to that party. Picking out what she thought would be a nice outfit she had chosen a dark blue peasant skirt and a powder blue tank to go over it, the effect was pleasant and comfortable. Grabbing a sweater to go over it she noticed the jeans and tee shirt she had worn of Spike's almost three days ago now. She would really have to take those back to him since he didn't seem to come for them, like she thought he would.
She felt another quick tingle on the back of her neck. Oh that's silly, I shouldn't worry about that. Her thoughts coming somewhat randomly to her, she could see herself giving Spike back his clothes and him taking her into his arms. Kissing her silly, which as she shook herself for the dozenth time tonight didn't seem like it would take much. Pulling the cloths out she pushed them in her back pack which she was taking her books in to study.
She knew Buffy was suppose to pick her up so she would ask Buffy to walk her by Spike's and she could return them. After all it was the sensible thing to do, get them back to him as soon as possible. Walking out her door she sighed, "party time".
Nights eyes;
Spike had been waiting for her to leave that sodding dorm for days now. Seemed like Willow was holding up in there, hiding from him. It made him very uneasy and he almost went in to see what was up with her. But he had been waiting on her to return his clothes. He knew she would feel she had to, it's just the way she was. So he had tried to wait her out, it would be better if she came to him, to his place again. Well better for him anyway, he thought slight smile on his chiseled features.
He stomped out the smoke he had in his hand and started out behind her as she went out the dorm and down the sidewalk. Not even two buildings had she gone when she went into another, this one looked like it was done up for some sort of party. Spike snorted his frustration, and stood next to a tall tree watching. Party, bloody hell, he thought, he could go in but that would be pushing it. What was he thinking, he loved to push things, this was no different.
In less that a minute he was in the building and looking around, there were dozens of frat boys, all milling about a game in a corner. Beer seemed to be the drink of choice, and on a long table there were six computers set up, each had it's very own pasty face pocket protecter wearing geek. All of which looked like there was no life but what was in front of them. Spike scanned the room for Willow and caught a glimpse of red hair off to one side. When he turned to look it went around a corner, so of course he followed. But he stayed back far enough so she wouldn't notice him, the idea was to watch her. Get an idea what she liked, then he could do those things for her.
Once around the corner he spied her sitting at a table her legs pulled up under her, she was leaning over another geek, looking at some book. The geek seemed real happy about something and he looked back at Willow for a second. Spike caught what he was looking at, when he glance at Willow and she didn't even seem to notice. Not that he would have minded having a look himself. Geek boy didn't have the right to look down her tank top, but that's what he was doing.
Spike felt his anger rise, and he had to take a few deep breaths not to vamp out and scare the whole frat house. He felt it more than saw, but he knew that boy was eyeing the goods as much as he could. Spike didn't think the boy would ever had the stew to do anything about it. That in itself was a relief, he didn't have to give himself a migraine in the attempt to kill the little wanker.
He backed away so that he could tell if she got up but he wasn't so close to be seen, he didn't want to see that whelp eyeing Red either. Best not to get to aggressive right now. In the shadows he kept to himself watching and waiting for Willow to leave again.
The party was more dull to Spike then at night in a dairy farm, he was really wishing he had gone to the kitten poker game at Willie's. Until he notice that Willow was finally on the move. She seemed to be feeling no pain and Spike thought maybe the couple pitchers of beer he saw at her table had disappeared into her. She was weaving from side to side and he had to smile, thinking of the many times he had done that to himself. Lugging her back pack she headed for the door, saying bye to a few of them on her way out.
Willow had been sitting and trying to do her homework with a beer in her hand for the last hour and it just didn't work. One or the other would have to go, Willow decided in favor of the homework. She got up to leave making her excuses and wondering why Buffy hadn't shown up yet. She had been there for maybe three hours now, and was ready to go. Her head was fuzzy from calculating binary sums from energy quotients. The beer of course wasn't helping either, as she half stumbled out.
Searching for an answer;
Once outside she felt better, the fresh air helped a lot. She still felt somewhat tipsy, but it was a good tipsy, she thought. Not a blowing chunks kinda tipsy, and that was really good. She started back to her dorm and remembered she still had Spikes clothes in her back pack. "oh darn, she thought, then another idea came to her, hmm cool". Willow turned around and started the other way. It wasn't until they were half way there that Spike notice she was going toward his place in the cemetery.
He followed until she was within a few yards then he used his speed to sort of pop up in front of her instead of behind. "ello Red, What brings you out here this time of night" he smirked at her. Willow looked up at him in surprise, she had not seen him as she was walking up. Then 'tada' there he was. In a very few minutes she regain her ability to speak and said,"just returning your clothes , Spike".
Spike didn't say a word only turned and entered his humble abode letting her follow in with her back pack. Willow on the other hand had plenty to say, all be it nothing to sensible since she was still quite a bit tipsy. She kinda walk/stumbled in after him with words pouring out of her mouth. "Spike, I juss brought your clothes back to yous. I hope you didnit mind my wearing them" her voice sounding sleepy.
He thought she had enough drink an hour before they had left, so he was guessing she was pretty stewed. Once inside he walked over to where he slept and she just followed, rambling as she went. Standing just in front of his bed he turned and ask, "Like ta give me my things now, lov". His side ways grin in place he waited, Willow looked at him, her eyes somewhat blurry. "K, she shrugged off her back pack and handed it to him, there inside".
He couldn't help but notice how she looked with her cheeks and nose just a little red, her lips all pouty. Spike leaned toward her briefly as she was quiet for the first time since they got there. Willow saw his movements but made on retreat, she even lean into his on coming kiss. Spike brushed his lips ever so lightly over hers, and was rewarded with a small sigh, well just before she passed out anyway.
She nearly fell to the floor, but Spike caught her and held her closely as if she were priceless. "Bloody ell lov, he groan, you pick the worse times to pass out" He lifted her into his arms easily and placed her on his bed, looking down at her again he had to smile. "welcome home lov, his eyes roamed over her slight form and he could feel his dead heart tighten, as well as his jeans.
Spike sighed, and pulled one of the blankets over her, then went to his tiny fridge. It would be a long night, and he was hungry, it was best to deal with one thing at a time. Glancing back to the bed with the red head all tucked in he thought, wouldn't hurt just to be near her. So he walked back over to her finishing his, uh drink.
Where's the witch;
Buffy had finally gotten to the frat party Willow had told her to pick her up at, but she wasn't there. She asked some of the guys around and found out that Willow had headed back home to her own dorm. As close as she could tell it was about, 1 am when Willow left and it was now around 2. Buffy figured Willow to be in bed by now and didn't want to disturb her.
But she thought she had better check on her anyway, so off to the dorm she went. It didn't take long and once in the room she knew something was wrong. Flipping on the light she knew Willow wasn't there, had not even been there. Buffy started to worry, now more than ever this could mean trouble. She thought about Riley, but knew he was busy with his own stuff. Buffy started out of the dorm room and back to the frat house.
She began by asking everyone if Willow was with someone or had been met there by someone. But no one recalled her with anyone other than Josh, and he was still there. Buffy decided to talk with him too, so she walked over to him, only to find him passed out on his books. Frustrated, she turned and walked out of the place, looking for any sign of Willow.
There was none really, Buffy had one thought in the back of her mind. There was really no reason, for her to think that, she saw no signs of struggle, nothing for her to suspect, what she did. Not willing to fall prey to mindless paranoid ideas, she kept looking for other reasons that Willow would be gone.
Searching half the night, even the slayer was getting tired, she knew she had to try out her first thought, but didn't want to be right. It would mean something Buffy didn't want to think about, something she never would have suspected in a million years. She headed out to the graveyard, headed towards Spike's place, it was nearly sunrise and she needed to vent some of the anger and frustration, she had been feeling.
Spike had curled up around Willow and she in her sleep snuggle closer to his hard length. He smiled and hope she would wake up soon, hope she would need him too. Spike closed his eyes, and leaned his head down on hers. The demon in him clung to the fact that she was his, even though he didn't know that for sure. Couldn't know until she said so, he wanted to hear her say the words so badly. But he could wait for now, he would wait, until she was willing, ready. He let himself fall asleep next to her, his dreams dancing around what he wanted and his fears of never having her.
~Part: 4~
Spiking the ball;
Willow rolled over and stretched letting her limbs fall across the bed. Feeling something kinda of lumpy she thought she needed to open her eyes. But they were not cooperating, worse her head hurt, and her mouth felt like half an army had marched though it with muddy boots, the left over mud now being dry. She tried moving her legs but somehow they were pinned, and she felt like her hips were trapped as well. As she slowly began to open her eyes she saw what it was trapping her, arms and legs, looking around more she noticed that they belonged to Spike.
Her eyes went wide as saucers and she tried to carefully, quietly pry the appendages off her. To no avail, he just had her wrapped to tightly and even in his sleep seemed determined not to let her go. He only cuddled her closer to him each time she tired to escape, lodging her bottom the last time tightly against his semi arousal. To which she made a small epp sound and laid very still, for a moment or two. Spooned as she was, she could feel every tiny bump and bulge on him, and it made her no less nervous.
It also had another effect on her, one she didn't really expect. Spike in his sleep nuzzled her neck and she felt frighten again, but also she felt a tingle in her lower tummy. Willow closed her eyes against the small burning in her belly that seemed to be growing. He was asleep thankfully she thought. But at the same time she really wanted to see if he was reacting to her, or some strange Buffy dream. Willow felt his grip loosen a bit and she tried to turn, hoping to back her way out of this.
Much to her surprise Spike just pulled her back, and now she was nose to nose with the blonde vampire. She almost squealed at this, fear and want combining to make short work of her senses'. But then her curious mind took over and she let her self look closely at him. He seemed so sweet in his sleep, the hardness to his face replaced by a cute innocent look. Willow had to stifle a giggle at that, if Spike thought anyone saw him as innocent he would go postal.
Willow let her eyes drift over the planes of his face, his pouty mouth, and deep eyes. How his dark eyebrows conflicted with his blonde hair in an interesting way. The deep scar he had on one of those brows. He was very handsome she had to admit, but her mind couldn't help its thoughts trailing to the idea of what the heck was she doing here.. again.
Oh yeah, she remembered, she had only meant to give him back his clothes and found herself in his bed, with his body trapping hers. An evil thought crossed her mind that she wasn't really all that upset by. Willow leaned to Spike and did what she had thought about that first night when she was recouping, kissing his soft lips. Very lightly, just to see what they would feel like under hers.
But Spike even though asleep was a very interactive creature, and he returned the kiss. Letting his tongue dip into her mouth, creating a very pleasurable feeling within the pit of her stomach. She felt it move over her limbs and to lower places she had thought much about since her and Oz had be together. Slowly her arms began to drift up and around his neck. Willow pressed herself closer, the taste of him on her mouth setting fire to her actions. Only one thought got through her mind, Buffy would be looking for her.
Willow came to her senses and quickly backed away from his searing kiss. But Spike wasn't about to give up the taste of her, he mumbled "Willow," and was searching for her lips again. Willow could barely turned but managed to get away from his mouth only to find herself back as she was before. Only this time he was not just a little aroused, but she could feel the very hard evidence of his want pressed firmly against her.
Worse he was now letting one hand begin to roam her body more intamently . Cupping her breast and pinching at her tiny bud, through her shirt. Willow shivered and tried to move, when she heard the bang of the crypt door being slammed open, a Slayers roar boom and echo into the room. "Spike, you pathetic jerk, where's Willow." At this Spike woke and sat up so that when Buffy rounded the corner of his little alcove she saw him and Willow on the bed together, neither naked but both looked guilty. Spikes look turned into a smug grin as she smelt Willows fear and arousal mixed, he thought , she fancies me, even if she don't know it yet.
The Ire of a Redhead
Willow on the other hand looked as if she was scared half to death, Buffy wondered if she was scared of her, or Spike. Rounding the side of the bed Willow grabbed her shoes and made to leave, only to stop and look at Buffy strangely for a brief moment. Then form somewhere in side the smallish redhead came a voice Spike nor Buffy had expected.
"Buffy, it's not his fault I am here this time, I came by myself, which I would not have had to do if you had been on time, I was just returning his stuff, and I , umm I guess I passed out, I did drink a lot, her thoughts more inward now than out. I went to the party and when I was ready to leave, she pointed a finger at Buffy, you were no where around, busy slaying or getting smoochies from you new guy? Buffy looked at Spike and he at her. Spike was grinning, trying not to laugh out right and Buffy was clueless as to what she should do as Willow ranted on and on
Buffy wasn't sure why Willow was on a rant but she knew better than to stop her until she was finished. So she waited out hurricane Willow, it really wasn't long before she stopped and looked at both of them, "OK, she said, I am done now." and she got her shoes on. Willow noticed Spike looking at her strangely and she made a face waving her hand at him like that would make him stop. All it really did was make his face break into a wide grin, one that Willow found herself grinning back at.
"Willow", Buffy's voice brought her back from his dancing eyes and dazzling smile, "common time to go." She reached an hand out to take Willow's but the redhead pulled back, "Buffy ,, she stammered, can you erum wait outside for me, I won't be long. Her eyes got brighter, In fact you could go back to the dorm and get to your early class on time," Buffy let her eyes narrow at her friend and said, "I'll wait outside, but I am not going anywhere without you." Willow only nodded.
Spike had been watching the whole encounter from the edge of his bed, he was inhaling deeply off the smoke he had just lit and being quiet so the two of them could talk. He could still smell Willow on his body, her arousal had been doing things to his body as well, then she stood up to the slayer and he had to laugh on the inside at least. She really had some fire to her, all the better he thought, his mind turning to things he maybe shouldn't be thinking about yet.
When Buffy left the room Willow eyed Spike and walked a few steps closer. Her mind wandering through what had been happening to her and Spike of late, she didn't know if he had somehow planned it or not. Only that she had in a very short amount of time found herself in his bed,, twice. "Umm ,, Spike", she started, "yes lov" he answered and at his word love she cringed. No one had ever called her that, and she felt strangely when he did.
"Well I, ah, just wanted to ask you something, her mind had gone to work and she thought maybe she had figured something out. Even though it made no sense the her she knew if you follow the road signs you get where you were going. This wasn't that much different, she had noticed the way he looked at her, when she tried to move away form him he was sleeping but called her name. All of the times he seemed to be right where she needed him to be. That other vampire, the monster looking thing that wanted to turn Willow, Spike had stopped it.
She sighed when he said, "yeah, what is it lov", and she decided it was time to know for sure, "do you, uhh like me or erum something,". At that Spike grinned again, "or something", was all he said. Spike moved where he could touch her and reached out with one beautifully male hand brushing aside a stray length of her hair from her face. He looked down for a second at the smoke he still had in the other hand, and flicked it away, raising his amazingly blue eyes to hers again.
Not being a man/vampire much for words he pulled her closer to him and stepped inward to her, pushing his other hand into her fiery tresses. He placed a gently demanding kiss on her soft mouth, not wanting to scare her but letting her know how he felt. Willow was stunned, it's one thing to suspect something, it's another to be right. She melted against him, and he folder her closer to his body. The lingering kiss was sweet and sensual, not at all how she would have thought he would kiss.
He broke from her letting his hands drop to his sides, suddenly Spike looked like a teenager trying to ask a girl to the prom. This was a side she had never seen either, "Spike had a soft heart?" She thought. Willow stood in silence then started to walk out the door. Spike didn't say a word, somehow he felt he couldn't, it would only make it worse for him. He had made his play, and from what he was seeing now she was rejecting him. His dead heart felt like it was crumbling to ash in his chest.
As she lifted her hand for the door, Willow turned and looked at Spike, who was now not looking at her at all but at his feet, hands shove deeply in his pockets. "Spike, she whisper, his head came up like it was jerked up, and he looked at her, his eyes wide, meet me tonight at the library?" Spike seemed shocked himself, but nodded quickly.
Waiting:
Buffy thought it had been a long time and was about to go back in when she saw Willow coming out. "Hey," she said, "Hey ", Willow answered, Buffy could see Willow's mind was somewhere else. But didn't want to intrude on her thoughts, so she kept sorta quiet waiting for Willow to talk to her. It was a long silent walk back to the dorms, in which Buffy looked at Willow a few dozen times wondering what was on the hackers mind.
Willow's head was crawling with things she had no idea what to do about, Spike liked her, maybe more, she had to do some research on this. It might be some kind of spell on him or something she could fix. Even though some part of her hoped not, hoped that he did really care for her. But what was that about, she was not normally attracted to things, demons or monster, OK well yeah there was Oz, and oh yeah that big demon on the computer the very first year she knew Buffy. But, she thought, there was Xander too, and he wasn't all grrr like.
Who was she kidding, she live on a hell mouth, what did she expect. She was most likely lucky it wasn't something worse, like Xander's mummy girl, or yuck, the buggy lady. Spike's being chipped made it so she didn't have to worry about him vamping and eating her, or shivers, turning her. Putting those thoughts aside, she thought about the fact that she had asked him to met her. Not the smartest of things she had done this year. But she needed to talk with him, 'while' she was not half tipsy, or not having head trauma.
Buffy smiled when Willow looked up at her but at the same time her mind was reeling also, Spike had found away to get next to Willow twice. What was to stop him from trying again, she would, that's what. She would have to follow Willow and keep an eye on her for a while until Spike lost interest, and Buffy had no doubt that he was interested in Willow. She just didn't know how, or why. He was up to something and the very next time she found him drooling all over Willow, she was going to give him a reason to drool for a very long long time.
Spike sat back down on his bed lighting another smoke, she wants to met me he thought. The smile that crossed over his features was brighter than he had felt a need for in a very long time. He was more than happy, he was excited, she really wanted to see him. His mind went back to their kiss and she felt himself harder, she didn't pull away from me. Spike hopped up and started pacing, it was far to long before dark, and he really wanted to see her now. But all he could do was wait, and he knew that.
~Part: 5~
Willow looked up at the clock in the big main hall of the library, it read 6:22 pm, she knew it would not be long before Spike showed up if he meant to see her at all. She chewed the end of her pen and tapped her foot on the chair leg. Waiting, when she knew something big or maybe something small, but scary was going to happen, always made her nervous. She looked back to her book and begun rereading the same paragraph for the third time. How long after sundown, she wonder would it take him to show up.
Willow tried not to let her fears get the best of her, but really who in their right mind ask a vampire to meet them. It all really felt a little crazy, she felt a little crazy. Spike had made her feel things in just one kiss that, every time she thought about it, her stomach would do a flip. There was definitely something in that kiss. She just had to know what, so here she sat, waiting. It was nearly 7:pm now. Plenty dark enough for the blonde vampire to come out, plenty dark enough for him to be on his way to her.
She nearly bit the end off her pen thinking about it, he was just to distracting. Willow shut the book she was trying to read and packed it away in her book bag. This was not a good idea, she needed to leave before he got there. How could she be so stupid, how could she let herself be taken in by is deep blue eyes, his soft lips. Willow had to shake herself to rid her mind of the thoughts that would not leave her alone.
As she started to leave, her head raised and she was face to face with the object of her metal self torture. He smiled down at her, as she stood open mouth gapping back at him like a fish out of water, "In a hurry for something cutie" he asked in casual tones. Letting his tongue slip between his lips to wet their smooth surface.
Willow found herself watching the tongue trace from corner to corner and she inhaled deeply. Spike chuckled and placed a hand on her shoulder, leading her out of the library, and into the night. Willow got her head back together in time to ask what he was up to. But he only shook his head at her, "it's a secret pet, wouldn't be right if I told you now". She stole glances at him as they moved along the sidewalk. Spike had his smoke in his hand and took a few puffs before he pitched it along the road.
Once they made if a few blocks away he pulled her into a small club, the 'people' in the club were more or less a mix of demon and human. Spike seem to know most of them and at the bar he asked for a shot and asked Willow what she would like. "Just a soda, coke, if that's ok?" Spike nodded a grin making cutting across his sharp features. They both settled next to the bar and Spike turned to her on his stool, not letting anything or anyone else intrude on his 'date' with her.
The music in the back ground was a type of jazz, and not being played to loudly, so they could talk without yelling at each other. The place itself as Willow took note of, was kinda of moody and reminded her of the old Casablanca movie, it was kinda of fitting. Spike leaned into her closely so he could whisper, "this place ok, lov?" he asked. She nodded, it seemed fine, someplace where they were much less likely to see either Xander of Buffy.
Willow wasn't to sure how she felt about what she was doing. Why did she want to be with him, that was a tough question. Cause she did want to be here, normally she would have avoided this place. But with Spike it was an adventure, instead of a death trap. Spike reached out and pushed a wayward strand of her hair back over her ear and eyed her. "What ta dance pet" he asked, she noticed the music had changed to something that sounded like raggae, Willow nodded, "sure, " her eyes wide and happy.
The dance was slower than normal raggae and Willow had no idea she could dance like that, and with Spike. Boy could he dance she thought, holding her closely he made his every move count. Soft touches and caresses, he slipped his sculpted hands over her in almost a teasing fashion. Willow was feeling it too, he body would respond at everything he did. From the mildest pass to the tight gripping he did on her waist during part of the song as he moved her to, grinding his hips against her bottom.
There was no doubt he was in control, and she wondered randomly if that were ok, being that she was not a 19th century lady. When Spike lead her off the floor she was nearly out of breath and smiling ear to ear. When they sat back down their drinks were waiting on them. Spike picked his up and down it in one smooth motion, and Willow sipped at her coke. Watching him over the rim of the glass. "We really need to talk, Spike," she finally got out, before he moved on to something else.
"What about lov," he asked her and then waited. She leveled a look at him that let him know even she wasn't sure. Spike let his smile spread across his face lighting up his deep blue eyes. It almost cost Willow her ability to speak and reason. She hadn't ever remembered him smiling at her like that. Willow knew he was handsome, but when he smiled so brightly he was devastating. "oh, umm uh, well I was wondering, umm, her eyes not moving from his soft lips at the moment, she had to snap herself out of it, why me Spike"?
He just smiled more, destroying her thoughts, and said, "Because your you lov, she looked for all the world like he was being honest with her, why else?" she knew she had things to ask him about what he was trying to do, what was he up to, and all. But at the moment she couldn't think of one question to ask him, except. Well that could wait, she thought and shook her head, when did she become such a 'lust bunny' as Faith would have said.
Spike noticing how she was watching him leaned in and kissed her softly, "later pet, he said with a knowing smile. Willow just blushed furiously and looked away. He knew he had hit the mark with that one and he was happy to see it was having the desired affect. He leaned in closer and pulled her body to his tightly, "or we could just leave now, lov" he whispered in her ear. The soft blowing in her ear tickled and made her smile despite her surprise that he would be so intimate with her. Spike didn't release her but instead he held her to his hard body in the midst of the throng of people.
Snuggling his face into her sweet smelling hair, and running one hand down her back to just about her behind. Using that hand he pulled her to his length intensifying their intimacy in the crowded place. No one seemed to be watching them, and Willow was somewhat relived if not more relaxed. Everything Spike did seemed to send her emotions racing in a torrent of activity. Her body had a will of it's own and was responding to his closeness with a heat of it's own.
Spike could smell what he was doing to her and he was nearing his limit as to how much longer he could wait before he would need to get her alone. He lifted her hair away from the shoulder, and placed a soft kiss at where her shoulder and neck met . Willow shivered at the light contact, she was feeling weak, her legs turning to jello. Spike allowed a small growl to escape his lips and rumble her soft flesh where his lips still had not moved from. The tickle got her attention even more, she dug slender fingers into his shirt front and held on for dear life. He was not really doing anything to intimate to her but she knew what he was trying to tell her. What his body was relating to her without a word.
Spike drew back far enough to lock his deep blues with her wide eyed look of awe. He could see the mild lust he had placed there and knew it wouldn't take much more of this to have her attacking him. He smiled at the thought, and released her slowly, never breaking eye contact. He couldn't stop looking at her, she was radiantly lovely to him. Every curve, every plane of her innocent face, caused him to become more in her thrall. She was a goddess in her own right and he would be her willing slave. Nothing could come between them in the end he would have her, and he would make her his forever.
Spike let his fingers comb through her copperish tresses, watching as the stands of fire slipped through his fingers. Then he grazed his fingertips along her soft cheek and down her jaw onto her neck stopping only when he reached her shoulder. Which he gave a small squeeze, as she watched him as if he were doing something amazing.
Willow tried not to react to his touches but it was impossible. Spike was only doing the slightest of things to her, but the molten look in his darken blue eyes held her rapt in a web of seduction. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be there, or if he was casting some sort of spell on her senses. She wasn't even sure if she cared, only that his fingers, although cool traced fire along her skin. She felt her insides turn to mush when he looked at her with those eyes and let his thumb rim the line of her lips. Much more of this and she knew she wouldn't want him to stop. Her mind screamed at her to stop this, now, and her body screamed back, no.
Spike didn't want to scare her right now, so he backed off a bit. But took her hand and lead her out of the club and back into the night. He had hauled her stuff up as he walked her out and was heading for the doors. Willow had not time to react so she was slightly stunned, at the same time she felt she new why he was in such a hurry and it thrilled her to think she had caused that in him.
As they walked out of the club, he headed toward his place, not in a real big hurry. She thought maybe to give her time to decided if she really wanted to go with him or not. Willow pulled back on his hand only to have him stop dead in his tracks and turn to look at her. Questing with his eyes why she had stopped their forward motion. "You ok, lov," he asked in cautious tones. Willow nodded then, shook her head, she wasn't sure what she was.
Spike looked up the street and picked a close by alley, in his mind to talk and find out what she was thinking. He already knew what she was feeling her sweet sent of arousal had hit him pretty hard when the left the club. He knew she wanted him, but would she allow herself to be with him. Spike started to have quick flash backs of Cecily, "but William you are beneath me" she had said to him more or less. Did Willow feel the same way, he didn't know if he could a rejection like that.
Back in the alley he turned her to face him and asked, "what is it, Red, you change your mind?" his words not harsh, but guarded. Willow looked up at him and saw the fear in his dark orbs, at once she both felt her heart go out to him and her need for him arise full force and more. She reached tiny fingers to his face and ran them along his cheek bone to his ear then into the hair at the nape of his neck. While Spike watched in awe, Willow drew on her intangible heart and tighten her fingers deeply into her bleached blonde mass. Pulling his mouth to hers, she kissed him deeply, she ran her other hand under his shirt and over the smooth skin of his back.
Spike growled at the gentle feeling of her hands, and pulled her body to his forcefully. Deepening the kiss, her shover her against a wall in the alley and ground himself lightly to her. Willow reveled in the intermingling of their bodies, until suddenly he was gone, ripped away. She wasn't sure what had happened until she saw the face of the slayer giving her a quick look the landing a kick to Spike's head, which he reeled from.
~Part: 6~
Spike fell against the opposite wall and looked at both Buffy and Willow. He was stunned to silence and stood stock still, bleeding from a gash he had just received to the head via the boot of the slayer. Willow gasped in shock and anger, Buffy proceeded to pound the stuffing's out of Spike striking him two more times across the face, and giving him a good solid foot to the gut when he tired to move out of her way. Willow found her voice and was screaming at Buffy to stop but she wasn't hearing or wasn't listen to her. Buffy's actions almost animal like as she stalked Spike, and Willow had no idea what to do to stop her.
Buffy gain enough ground on Spike to smash her fist in his face again and give him another swift kick, when Willow finally came up with an idea. Spike attempted to block and fight back but his chip would send a blazing pain through his skull that only served to make it easier for Buffy to attack him. He kept is guard up now but didn't try to fight he back, it was an awful thing to watch as Buffy, in her anger kept her brutal attack.
In her mind no one like him should ever touch Willow. He was a demon, evil and she knew he was up to something evil. That was all there was to it, it hurt her think Willow was falling for his 'act' and she would make sure that he didn't get the chance to hurt Willow in anyway. Willow had always been way to innocent, and Spike was just a accident waiting to happen. Well Buffy was going to change all that right now. He would either leave Sunnydale or die, and she didn't care which.
Buffy landed another kick to Spike's head when out of the corner of her eye she noticed something long and dark, her senses hadn't gone off and she wasn't sure what was happening until she felt the thud and was knock senseless to the ground. Buffy rubbed her poor aching head and looked over at Spike, who was also rubbing his head and jaw. They both turned their eyes to a rampant witch with a hard rubber baseball bat in front of her floating mid air.
Buffy whined at Willow, "why did you do that." her voice not so high pitched, as just plain surprised. Willow looked angry but shocked at herself as well and the bat fell to the ground, the thing was dirty and split down one side. Someone must have thrown it in one of the dumpsters and there by giving Willow a weapon she could use. Quick thought crossed her mind, "ha that was better than any old pencil".
But then she looked at the sprawled Buffy and back at poor Spike, with whom she had been enjoying a sweet kiss with. Until Buff the tough showed up and started acting like a ex boyfriend you can't get rid of. Willow's voice came out in stammered mumbles then became louder, clearer. "Buffy, I um didn't , well I wasn't being hurt, I, I mean me and Spike were, umm just out on a date, that's right a date," she began to look defiantly at the slayer. Willow shook a finger at Buffy and said, "and you,, you can't tell me who I can date, I am over 18 and free ,, and um over 18 so I can do what I want to. Besides," Willow dropped her finger and glanced at Spike who was sitting on the ground knees bent so he could rest his elbows on them, lighting a smoke, smiling at her.
The grin he gave almost made her lose her train of thought, then she looked back at Buffy who was getting up and brushing herself off. Spike was thinking he had never seen her more lovely then right now. She was a tempest wind, a storm on the rise, and he was loving it. Spike took a long drag on his smoke and looked both the slayer and his witch up and down. Making slight comparisons. Buffy was rounder, Willow was more graceful looking, Buffy looked as if she someone put a brick on her forehead for a year, Willow face was all soft curves and dimples.
He had to shake his head, there was no comparison to him, Willow was china, Buffy was everyday plates. He didn't really even feel the need to help her with Buffy, he could do nothing physical anyway, without his chip going off, and he wasn't much at verbal battles. He could give a good argument but why, Willow was doing a wonderful job on her own. He was enjoying the scene as it played out. Willow's beautiful face blushed in anger, Buffy's look of disbelief. It was a Kodak moment, of that he was sure.
Buffy stood brushing off her clothes and looking at Willow as if she had lost her mind, "What do you mean your on a date? What, with ,,,, Spike? Her voice went a couple of octaves higher when she said his name. Willow notice Spike bristled at the way Buffy had said that. She just nodded to him and looked at Buffy, "yes a date,, with Spike, me, and Spike on a date. Is that so hard to understand, you dated a vampire why can't I, you ,, well you even did , um other things with him and I can't even date one?" Willow looked as if she had reached her limit with the slayer, and she crossed her arms planting her foot in defiance. Her infamous resolve face firmly fixed to her pretty face.
Buffy could do nothing but look at Willow in awe, sure she heard about when Willow had blasted Giles and Angel, "you never give her any time," and "what, you can't even have a cup of coffee", but this was the first time Buffy had taken the full brunt of it. It being Willow's anger, she was amazed. Buffy backed off a bit and looked at Spike he had a bruise starting and a gash that was still bleeding a little. But other wise he looked like he was the winner of the Grand Prix Race, big smile on his face and all.
Buffy didn't want to fight with Willow she only wanted to protect her. But Willow was voicing the idea that she could protect herself and it was true enough that Spike couldn't bite her. So Buffy just looked at her feet a minute and nodded, "OK, Wills if you really want to", Buffy wasn't sure if it was the guilt of having been so blinded, or her memories of Angel and her that made her more laid back at the moment.
She should have noticed that Spike was interested in Willow before. Or at least known Willow might fall prey to his charms. She was just to willing to believe the good in everyone. Buffy worried that might get her more than hurt with Spike, so she turned to him and told him, "let me put this plain and simple so even you can understand, Willow is my friend, you hurt her, in any way shape or form and I will dust you like furniture." having said her peace, she turned back to Willow.
"Do not trust him Wills, he is a demon chipped or not." Then she leaned to Willow and gave her a hug, sighing she turned to leave. Willow called after her, "Buffy, a question in her voice. Buffy turned and cracked a tiny smile at Willow, mouthing the words, "have fun" as she turned back around and left. Willow blushed at the last comment, then looked down at Spike who was crushing out his smoke on the concrete.
He looked up at her and cocked his head to one side, "well lov, what now. I guess the mood is lost, he smiled suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Willow giggled and waited for him to get up, he brushed himself off and checked his hands for dirt marks. Willow walked up to him and started poking and prodding on his sore face, Buffy had not been holding anything back and she had caused a few nice bruises to start. The gash had stopped bleeding and was beginning to knit together. There was one plus with him being a vampire, she wouldn't worry about him getting hurt so much, by other vampires.
Spike took her hand and held it to his heart, smiling he said, "you just saved my life, I own you that much now." his words gave her flashed though her body, giving her a nice twinge in her stomach. He looked so serious at her, but he must have been joking, Spike would not say something like that and mean it. Still Willow was intrigued by his attentions, his easy manner in which he pulled her into his arms again. Kissing her senseless for the second time tonight. His mouth moving over hers and his hands creating warming sensations as they made little circles over her lower back.
When he pulled from the kiss and looked at her, it took her a moment to open her eyes back up. She was so into his kiss that she didn't want it to end and was upset when his soft lips left hers. Her glassy eyes opened and their hazel green depths seemed to Spike as if they were looking into his soul. This time he felt captured, and his vampiric nature wanted more of her sweetness, to see her flushed and panting, in his arms. Spike had a problem and he knew it, Willow would never just hop in the sack. But then he had waited before, why did this time seem so different, so much harder.
Willow started to shift uneasily in his arms, and he looked at her face trying to understand what she was thinking, when he knew he could not, he kissed her again. Parting her lips and delving his tongue into her honied mouth, and dueling with her tongue as well. This time she pulled back from the tender exchange and looked into his deep blue eyes. All the need and want he felt for her plain as the morning sun, she felt dazed by it all.
Spike leaned his forehead to hers and pulled her body to his holding her close for a moment. He just wanted to feel her warmth, when he knew he needed to move, he groaned inwardly and moved so he could put his arm around Willow's waist and lead her out of the alley. They walked together in silence, most of the way. Each thinking over what had happened to them in this one short evening.
Willow was amazed at the way he made her feel, she had never felt that way before, and didn't understand it now. It was like being made and torn apart at the same time. Somehow he made her feel as if she didn't know her own mind, only that she wanted to share time with him and whatever that might mean. It thrilled and scared her at the same time, as she walked with him she felt his arm around her waist guiding her. Willow wondered where he was leading but didn't seem to really care beyond casual curouisty.
Spike on the other hand had his mind set. He would walk her back to her dorm and kiss her goodnight. He didn't want to take a chance of losing her over the idea that all he wanted was a bump in the night. He wanted her to know he needed her, that she meant a lot to him. He could think of no better way than to deny is and her own needs. Yes he thought her needs too, he saw the look in her eyes, she wanted him. The very idea sent a thrill up his spine and made his head swim slightly. He stole a look at Willow and she seemed to be smiling ear to ear.
It wasn't much further to her dorm room when Willow noticed when they were heading, but she didn't say anything because she wasn't sure what he was doing until she walked to front doors of her dorm. She looked at Spike and mumbled at him, "are you taking me home, I mean back to my dorm?" her voice held all the uncertainly of a child's. Spike only nodded and tried not to look at her, if he did he knew he would be lost. They hadn't gone up one flight of stairs when Willow drew back and hit him with fears. "so um I am not, well you decided I am not, I Spike what are you saying, *sigh* here, you don't like me now?" she leaned against a wall and waited for him to answer.
He turned, looking at his boots, wondering what he could say that she wouldn't be upset by, "Willow, lov, I think maybe we should take this kinda slow, after all you didn't lose ole wolf boy not to long ago and I don't want you thinking I am trying to take advantage". He stood back hoping that would be enough, he didn't want to tell her that if he didn't get her back inside soon he would shag her on the spot.
Everything about her was turning him on, he scent her soft skin, the way her lower lip quivered when she was upset. No way would she understand how he had become so, in just the very short time they had been together. He could still taste her on his lips and feel her tongue doing battle with his. So strong were his feelings that he had to make fists of his hands and shove them into his pockets, to keep from pulling her body to his in an embrace that would undo his resolve in an instant. Kissing her until there was not one thought of no in her mind, not one chance for her to want to go to her bed alone. But he held his ground, not moving, not saying another word, he waited.
~Part: 7~
Willow stood her eyes shinning, she felt as if he had betrayed her in some small way. Was this the "big bad" didn't he normally enjoy breaking rules, not doing what is expected, but testing all the edges around him. Breaking through the thin ones, and most for him were thin.
Now he stood in front of her doing what? Protectively watching her, backing away as if to say she wasn't enough to induce him to fight for her. Not enough for him to break rules for her, to really show he wanted, her. She lifted her chin, trying hard not to show her true fear, that to him she had proven herself somehow unworthy.
Willow looked at him and frowned, "I guess I will go inside then and when I am in my room I won't bother to invite you in cause,, after all,, you wouldn't want to be there anyway, her rant began, No of course the "big bad " has better things to do and better girls ,, ahh or vampires to do it with." Her eyes dropped to the ground and she started to turn, still ranting as she went to walk away. "what was I thinking anyway, that I could be falling in love with a vampire, oh yeah that was a smart one,"
Suddenly just at her door she was swung around to face Spike his eyes amber colored and his face ridged, he growled out, " what did you just say," he leaned down to look closely into her eyes, searching for the truth. She was frighten, but at the same time the intensity of his stare held not so much anger but fear and she wondered at that. What did he have to be afraid of, besides the miltiary guys or Buffy.
He pressed her against the wall and repeated, " What did you just say, Willow." His voice calmer now, and his vampiric face melted away. Spike watched her with darken eyes. So deep blue that she felt like she had fallen into the ocean. His hands on her arms holding her fast, waiting for her answer. He had been so taken back by the word love from her that he would have heard it again no matter how he got them from her. But he could see that she was afraid, and he needed to ease off a bit or she would run screaming instead of repeating what she had said.
Spike wanted desperately to here the words again. His heart was waving in the brink of beating again in defiance of his undead state. This for the word she had utter, he felt himself quicken to her. Willow looked up at him strangely but she knew what he meant what he wanted, she had no idea why he would want her but there was no mistaking it now. He wanted her to love him, to be in love with him.
Willow's head swam with the intrusion of thoughts flooding her quicker than she could sort them out. The only thing that stood in her mind as true was that she did think she was falling in love with him. Her words she choose carefully knowing he would hold her to them now, "I think ,, umm that I could,, be falling in love with you". The honesty in her words mark in her eyes as Spike looked into them.
She could see his dark blues turn to glass as he managed not to shed one tear, but leaned into her had pressed his lips gently to mouth, so entering into a tender pact with hers. Willow let her arms ease up and glide around his neck, as she moaned softly her delight to him. She tingled and wanted to drag him with her into her dorm room now, if it weren't not for the idea that Buffy might come in and catch them she would have.
Spike's body was becoming molten, he could feel her heat, hear her heart pumping and he wanted to push the limits. To touch her in ways she had not experienced from these little boys she had been with. Most of all he wanted to wipe Oz's memory off her body. When Spike was done she would be not thinking about any silly werewolves ever again. Kissing her to the point of no return he pulled back long enough to ask, "mine, or yours?" Meaning her house, not the dorm, Willow didn't even flinch, she knew his crypt was closer, "Yours" she said in a breathy whisper.
Spike walked her back outside, but once they were out of most peoples sight he whisked her into his arms and ran, never being good about waiting. Willow giggled in his arms, she hadn't known how much he wanted her but she was beginning to understand. The few streets they had to go were a blur, and she could only hold on to his neck and wait the few more minutes it would take.
Once in front of the crypt Spike sat her down on her feet and held her tightly, still giving her a chance to back out more because he knew once he had her, he would never let her go. She may not understand that yet, but he was never willing to give up something that was his, and she would be his. Spike's voice never faltered as he said, " Are you sure, you want this." he watched for her answer, fear never far from his mind. What would he do if she decided she didn't want to be here with him now. He had not clue, nothing could prepare him for her response.
Willow reached out one slender hand and placed it over his lips, "no more questions Spike, I am here, I want you," she smiled gently at him. Spike's resolve broke, it didn't matter what she might say from here out, she had just stated what she wanted, him. He moved painfully slow, pulling her into his arms as he teased her lips with tiny nips and licks, before he crushed her to him, devouring her mouth. Willow sighed her satisfaction at his taking of her mouth. In her head she wondered if he would take her body the same way.
His kiss was powerful and full of promise, full of honied seduction. Willow could only wind her arms around his neck and hold him to her playing gently at the back of his neck. Her smooth fingers making tiny circles over his shoulders. Spike answer with a growl, and torn his mouth from hers, trailing kisses over her cheek and down to her chin, delving lower to her neck. Her sweet scent pulling at his inner demon, it wanted her as well, he wanted her. Without breaking contact but for short seconds in which Willow moaned her grief at the lost of his mouth, and it's ministrations.
Spike swung her back up into his arms again, carrying her the rest of the way into his crypt, walking her to his bed, he feed from her lips. Kissing and nipping her letting his tongue trace her lips when he put her down. Willow allowed him to stand away from her as he striped off his duster and put it over a chair close by, the slowly as he watched her eyes, he undid each button on his shirt, and slipped off his tee with it. Giving her full view of his well defined chest.
Willow, as if in a trance watched him, Spike let his hands move to his belt and he pulled it off painfully slow for her, letting her watch his every movement. She knew he was putting on a show for her and she wanted to return the favor, Willow got on her knees and pulled her shirt off dropping it to the floor on the side of the bed. She was wearing a purple bra and against her pale skin it was beautiful. Even more so than Spike had imagined.
Spike's eyes grew in size watching the shy hacker do a good impression of a working girl. Taking of her pants and wiggling, letting the denim slip down over her legs revealing creamy thighs and well rounded hips. He traded off, and slipped out of his black jeans as well. His corded legs flexing, with tension. He watched her do a slow spin for his benefit showing off her matching panties. They were lacy thong type, in the same deep purple as her bra.
He never thought she would be caught in something like that. Spike's idea of Willow undressed would have been white cotton and old fashioned. The mild shock he was receiving now, convinced him you never really know about anyone. If he had known that she would wear stuff like that he would have raided her underwear drawer. All he really wanted to know right now was what was under those lacy things she was still wearing.
She could tell he was aroused by her little show, the circus would be impressed with the size of the pole he was sporting. Willow blushed nearly head to toe and he hadn't really touched her yet. Spike smiled and took the step or two to enfold her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and she tried to calm herself. "Naked Spike, holding me, oh my" she thought, the blush on her now the color of her hair.
Spike could feel her warmth and wondered if she was on fire. He could hear her heart beating as if it were a bird in a cage. It flamed his body just to be this close to her, touching skin to skin. He let his hands lightly trace the curve of her spine downward then pulling her lower back to him. He smiled when she gasped at his length pressed against her body.
Raising one hand he slowly undid her bra and traced fingers up to her shoulder pulling the strap off one side then repeating the movement with the other hand. He wanted to see her, to hold her writhing body under him as he brings her to her release over and over again. He would take his time, she was well worth the effort. Willow closed her eyes and let him undress her, she could feel his eyes on her and the heat in her rose again.
Spike raised his head and seemed to feel something familiar. Could be just his imagination? He wondered, or something else, he had waited months to have Willow with him like this. He was just tense he thought, and he lifted Willow's face to his kissing her, his passion flaring and taking her by storm.
~Part: 8~
Finally
Spike eased both straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Pulling the lacy thing off to one side and dropping it at the foot of the bed, he leaned back and let his eyes roam over her small, rounded breasts . Noting their harden rosy buds and the pale mauve shaded color around them that continued into the soft ivory skin the covered the rest of their plumpness.
Willow lowered her head and tried to raise her arms to cover herself, but Spike stopped her, "Cor, luv don't hide yourself. Not from me" his speech lowered it was husky with his want of her. He lifted her head slowly with the tips of his fingers and looked deeply into her eyes, "You're lovely, Red," his eyes shinning like blue glass marbles. Willow smiled up at him while she raised her face to his, placing a kiss on his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled her body to his, flattening out her breast against his sculpted chest.
Spike shifted her enough so that he could cradle one soft breast in a hand and kneed it, lightly pinching the tight little bud. Then he pulled back from her lowering his head to the needy flesh, lapping at first softly over the stiffened peak. Willow dropped her head back, letting out a deep moan. She pulled his head tighter to her willing body enjoying his nursing and nibbling. As she leaned back Spike took that as an invitation. Lifting her so that he could lay her prone onto the soft satin coverlet.
Spike joined her there, tracing her body from her shoulders, to her thighs, skimming her skin in a heated caress. He hooked his fingers under the top of her tiny panties and began to tug them down gently. Willow raised up letting him removed them in smooth motion. He let his fingers follow the path of her legs, over her ankles and off her feet.
Willow smiled at the ticklish feeling she got as he moved his hands over her body this way, and wiggled a little as he moved closer to her, finding the best place so that he could lay next to her. Drawing him down to her body, and brushing her hands over his face, Willow left little kisses over his shoulders, neck and face, coming to his mouth, which she nibbled at, only to hear Spike groan in contentment.
Spike buried his face to her neck "Pet, he mouthed against her throat, "You taste so good." He could smell her arousal filling the air around them. He was intoxicated by the sweet scent of her, the heated flesh that under his hands seemed to have a life or it's own. One stoke of his finger tips and her body would flush, or cover in goose bumps, sometimes both. That coupled with her sighs, had Spike willing to do anything to hear the pleasured sounds she was making continuously.
Willow shivered as she felt his hands exploring her overly sensitive body. He was being very gentle, then suddenly rough, not so it would really hurt, but enough so his need for her would send her mind spiraling out of control. Spike lowered himself on her body so that he could reach her navel with his cool mouth, he seemed to enjoy dipping his tongue into her little button. She could feel his hand as it crept down over her hip bone across to her soft curls. He covered the warm mound then pushed his fingers into the pink folds, feeling her wetness cover his fingers he brought them to his mouth. He looked into Willow's eyes as he licked the digits clean.
Spike loved her flavor, it was slightly spiced and sweet, he had to get a real taste and grinned up at Willow knowing she would understand what he was going to do. His eyes twinkled at her as he lowered his head closing in on the most tender spot of her body. He lay there playing slightly with his fingers at first. Allowing more of her sweet scent to fill the air. Then in a slight movement he parted her tender folds with his fingertips, and flicked his tongue over the tight little bud. Willow shivered and squirmed, giving Spike the idea he needed to keep her from moving away from him. He was going to taste her and she wasn't going to move away, shiver and explode? Maybe, he grinned to himself.
Willow was loving the feel of his cool tongue on her tender body, she wasn't sure she could take what he had just started. Spike stopped and looked up at her again, a strange look on his face, lust combined with determination. When he lowered himself again, he pulled her legs so he could wrap his is arms around them holding her effectively still for his enjoyment. She was caught off guard by this, and raise up on her elbows. But the first flick of his tongue on her now completely open folds, and Willows head rolled back, and a moan of pure pleasure escaped her mouth.
Spike was proved to be quite talented with his mouth, as he held her body still and continued to drive her slowly insane. The thought crossed his mind that if Willow was a screamer it was likely a good thing they were in his crypt instead of her house. She did seemed to be getting somewhat loud. Spike loved it and intended to drive her to the brink. Hearing her scream his name before he was done here.
Willow tangle her hands in his hair, nearly growling her pleasure at Spike, her moans of "More", and "Ah Spike", filled the air along with other sounds. Spike was showing her body no mercy now in his assault on her senses. She pulled at his hair and clawed at the bed, bucking her hips to his mouth as much as he would let her.
Spike, knowing she was very close gave her one last real push, twisted her little nub so that she broke, crying out her release at him. Spike kept his tongue busy with soft licks cleaning some of her juices up as the flowed over his face. Soon he was pulling himself up her body making stops along the way, tracing her crevices on her juncture of her thighs and the gentle rise of her hips bones, then up to her breasts. Taking slow licks from under each rounded mound the up to their tight peeks, first one the the other.
By the time he made it back up to her lips she was near begging him to fill her. Willow's eyes wide with want and need. Laying side by side he kissed her gently taking her lips sweetly. Spike wondered how many times she could find release in one session. He was of the idea he should find out. Spike kissed her hard, dueling with her tongue, and nipping her lips, causing one spot to bleed a little. It hadn't been his intention to have her blood but he was going insane with it's sweet teasing taste. He wanted more, his mouth quickly found the tiny spot and suckled it gently pulling more sweet nectar from it.
Willow could feel the change in him and smiled. His rough play wasn't something she was used to, but she was finding she greatly enjoyed it . Willow reached her hand down to take control of things. Fisting his rock hard member she began to move her hand over it, in an up and down motion. Spike instantly responded, and got back the business of pleasing his little witch, Spike ran one hand behind her head and pulled her lips closer to his. Letting his other hand kneed and lightly pinched at her nipples. Willow pulled one of her legs over his, draping to the other side. He was surprised to notice that Willow was rubbing the head of his stiff part to her slit, wetting it, making it ready.
He was not going to let her take control if he could help it but Cor, she was making it hard for him to care who was in control, only her body would please him now. His mind was nearly gone, he wanted her so badly. Spike rolled her over on top of him but that didn't suit him. He wanted more control. He lifted her up and positioned her over his now aching member. Willow sighed as she slowly slide down on it, feeling it fill her in an almost painful way. She had only been with one man, and that one was gone. Oz had not been tiny, she didn't think, but Spike must be enormous. The pain/pleasure filled her so tightly she didn't want to move at first .
On her first downward thrust Spike was sure she was still a virgin, no barrier told him it was fifty fifty. She was so tight it hurt him to enter her. But he loved the pain of it like he loved her taste. It was all about Willow for him, so he stilled his movements, letting her choose the pace, when not moments before he was determined to take her hard and fast, over and over again. Better to wait on what she wanted now, she had him, and even he knew it. Lost in the feelings they created in each other he knew the moment she would begin taking him.
Willow lifted up her body slowly feeling every inch of him pulling out of her wetness, she was thankful he had taken the time to heat her up like he did or he may have never gotten in without ripping her. Now she made her own pace, loving the feel of him inside her. She closed her eyes and moved to her own drummer. Going painfully slow, then, once she loosen up some, moving faster. Creating lighting in a bottle for them both.
Spike watched as his witch turned from young shy girl to a goddess in his arms. Her hair streaming around her face and neck, glistening sweat beading on her forehead and body. She was amazing to him, he felt her moving her body on his. Impaling herself over and over again, sighing Spike's name like she was a siren calling a wayward seaman to his death. He would have gladly gone to his grave with his name on her lips, as it was now.
In Willow's body a warmth began again, this time even stronger than the last. She felt the heat, grow until she would swear she was in the fires of hell, it was so hot. But it felt so good she didn't dare stop, her body pushed her along to completion giving her no choice but to go along for the ride. Oh and what a ride, she could see Spike had never taken his eyes off her, they were glowing amber now, and she knew he could change at anytime. She didn't really care, this feeling of him inside her holding, her caressing her breast, butt and back, was all she cared about at the moment.
Spike could tell she was so near, so close to her second release, but he wasn't ready to let her yet. In one quick movement he flipped her on her back never leaving her body. Crushing her mouth with a torrid kiss, he pulled almost completely out of her then in a few seconds rammed himself home again. He pulled her legs up some. Wrapping them around him and Willow knowing what he wanted crossed her feet behind his back pushing her hips at a different angle. Giving him deeper access, Spike drove home again, flatting the head buried in her against her cervix. Pounding into her rubbing himself on her body.
He gave into his demon and his human guise was replaced by the vampire inside him. Willow looked at him in wonder, but had no thought of anything but the sweet release that was coming. She could feel she was about to explode. Her body wouldn't stop quivering, when Spike nuzzled her neck she lay her head to the opposite side allowing him free access not caring if he could bite her or not. To die like this would be heaven. She had never felt anything so powerful in her life, and mindlessly was willing to give it complete power over her.
Spike wanted it so badly, wanted to taste her again, more, to claim her as his. He was touching her flesh with his fangs but didn't dare bite for fear he would make his head blow off. When she turned her head giving him an invitation to take her that way too, he broke. Thrusting three more times hard and fast, one little pinch of Willow's most tender little fold as he filled her as deeply as he could and she was off her inner muscles working to crush his intruding part.
Spike sunk his sharp fangs into her tender flesh, filling his mouth with her blood. Willow, still deep in her release felt herself plunge into another one. Her body going multiple on her, something that had never happened before. Like waves crashing off cliffs on the ocean she went over and over again, not being able to stop, not understanding her body's reaction and really not caring. This was bliss and damnation all in one. She clung to Spike as he fed greedily from her. The waves in her body just kept coming. Willow closed her eyes and let the world go.
Spike was in shock and in heaven, the sodding chip hadn't gone off, he felt no pain. He was drinking his goddess, and loving it. With the first mouthful he felt his seed fill Willow's hot little body. He never wanted to let her go. She was his now and forever, his demon sneered with glee, his witch, his goddess. He didn't know why he could feed from her, if the chip just went bad or if there were some other reason. He really didn't care, the only thought that kept him from turning her right there and then was a sound. Something in his mind heard it first and alerted him to it.
Spike pulled from Willow's neck. She was still breathing, her heart beating strong, but out cold, again. Spike pulled from her body and covered her with the blankets, she wasn't bleeding anymore and he was happy about that. Spike wondered who would come here at this time. Not worrying about clothes he walked around to the main room. Near shock took him, as he looked into he looked into lovely dark eyes.
The voice soft and almost child like, "Pet, I see you found yourself a new toy, can I play with her too." Drusilla smiled at Spike, and walked up to his naked body looking him over head to toe. "Looks like she will make a wonderful playmate for princess"
~Part: 9~
Spike still stood in shock, but something in him put his body on complete guard. She smelled of jasmine and Spike wrinkled his nose that the all to familiar and disliked scent. It tended to remind him to much of his and Dru's time spent with Angelus. Every nerve in Spike's body went on alert as she walked in a circle around him, trailing a delicate hand around his waist as she went. "What is it you want Dru" the question in his voice lace with anger.
Dru pouted a little, her head tilting to one side as she came face to face with Spike. Anyone else, vampire or not would have been uncomfortable with the idea of being stark naked in front of an ex that now could very well prove to be an enemy. Spike stood tall, hands at his sides, but relaxed. The smooth masculine grace of him, showing in the plains and lines of his lean frame. Dru cooed at him like she used to, making soft sensual noises with her mouth, she lean to him and kissed his shoulder.
Spike jerked away from her as if he been touched by daylight, he recognize her mood. They had been lovers nearly a hundred years. But it was to late now, he was happy with what he had begun with his witch. He didn't want Dru to interfere, and he knew she would. Pulling back from him, her eyes dark pits of dark emotions, drawing him in. "Spike", she said in sort of a sing song voice, "do you remember how you saved me in Prague", she looked at him intently. Her voice silky as she made her way around him again, noting every inch of his body. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes she whispered letting her breath caress his ear, "I do", then settling back down on her feet.
She pushed one hand with it's dark red nails into Spike's hair at the back of his head, pulling him to her red lips. Spike tensed putting up both hands he shoved her away, "No, Dru, I didn't leave, you did. You said we were over. Now why are you back", he moved and picked up a pair of black jeans from his make shift closet. Putting them on he zipped them little more than half way, he acted as if he were ignoring her. But he was watching, his body tight with readiness. He began searching for his smokes, finding them along with his lighter he lit one and puffed heavily blowing the smoke almost in Dru's face.
Drusilla only made a small whining sound in the back of her throat, and he could feel his resolve getting weaker. He had spent most of his unlife taking care of and loving Dru, when she left it devastated him. Spike tilted his head to one side his smoke still hanging from his full lips. He turned and looked long and hard at Dru, she was standing almost in the same spot he had walked away from her dark eyes showing all the sadness she felt, but he wasn't buying it. She left him, Dru ripped his unbeating heart out of his chest and stopped in the dirt. He wasn't about to let her do it again. Dru turned and face the way Spike had come out of his bedroom area.
Her voice again all child like and soft, "Princess wants to go play with the fire, Spike, my little Spike, please". Spike quickly cut her off as she made her way slowly toward the bedroom, the bed that held his goddess. Spike flash vampiric features instantly and blocked her path,growling. His eyes showing amber, the hissed, "No bloody way, you crazy bint". Just then he heard Willow moving.
The sounds from the other side of the wall came softly, but both vampires heard her easily, "Spike, the voice was full of sleep and lust, come back to bed." The strain was obvious to Dru, she watched as Spike's knuckles turned even whiter under the pressure he was placing on them by making his fists so tight.
Dru smiled her dark eyes dancing, "He will be right their pet." She spoke out of turn. Giving Spike a start and making the other room go completely silent, when they had been hearing Willow move around likely to come to Spike. Then the sounds became quick and furious. Spike ducked around to see what was happening although he was pretty sure he knew.
Sure enough Willow was moving about the room grabbing under things and hastily pulling them on. Running her hands through her disheveled hair and picking up her jeans. Spike looked at her and almost grinned, but knowing her mood was likely not real good he kept his reaction to himself and only asked, "In a hurry there, Red", his voice easy but tight. He knew she wouldn't be happy with the idea of anyone being there.
Willow glanced up at him, her hair covering half her face, eyes wide and frighten like a deer in headlights. "Who is that", she muttered at him, the words trembled in her mouth as she spoke them. Spike tried his best reassuring look, "It's Dru lov, even he cringed as he said her name, but she isn't staying" it was like a vow he was making to her, or promise.
Willow plopped down on the bed and gave a wary look to him. Sighing deeply she tried to smile. Her heart was pounding out her fear, and she knew she needed to calm herself. If for not other reason then the fact that vampires like the smell of fear, and her heart beating so loud and so fast would drawn Dru to her. Willow's upper lip began to perspire with her strain to control her emotions and she licked at it quickly.
Spike noticed the small gesture and her tiny pink tongue flicking over her lip. His mind went to more intriguing things then Dru in the other room. But he knew he had to deal with one thing at a time and she was waiting on his words now. They both were, Dru and Willow, all he could muster for thought was a small groan at the idea of Willow in his bed. He could easily forget about Dru in the other room. But Willow couldn't, Spike rubbed a hand down the side of his jeans in thoughtful comtemplation.
It would be dawn soon if he were going to get Dru out of there it would have to be soon so that she could find a place to stay for the day. Spike nodded somewhat restlessly at Willow who only looked at him as if she could say something if only she knew what to say. As he walked back in the room with Dru he noticed the door was open, and she was already gone. Spike looked around anxiously, his eyes darted from here to there. Somehow he knew he was missing something, something wasn't right.
Willow came around to the main room and looked around, her eyes wide, "is she gone?" her voice, seemed worried. Spike turned to Willow and pulled her into his arms, "yeah Red, I think she is gone,". He stood holding her and petting her hair. Making soothing sounds at her as he did so. His eyes ever watchful, he scanned the room again, and the glanced at the door. Something wasn't right and he knew it, but at the moment he couldn't tell what.
Willow let Spike hold her, but when he said, 'I think she is gone' Willow just felt her skin crawl. She clung to his bare chest and felt a shiver run up her spine. Willow's eyes darted around the room as well. She had no taste for dealing with Drusilla, ever. But she also knew that as long as she was with Spike, Dru wouldn't be far behind him. Something just made that a fact. There was no way around it, and it scared Willow, strait down to her toes.
It was nearly morning the first rays of dawn were beginning to shine through the still open door and Spike went to shut it. Willow stopped him and smiled gently up at him. Without one words she picked up the rest of her things, and leaned to kiss him softly on the lips. To which Spike made a low growl and tugged her to him for a moment, then released her. Willow stood for a long moment and touched her lips with trembling finger tips. Her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
She turned her back on him quickly and strode out of his crypt, maybe he thought out of his life. He was two steps behind her, just enough to keep him from reaching her in the short distance it was to the door, to sunlight. Willow didn't stop, she moved quickly knowing he wouldn't understand. How could he, she was pretty sure Spike wouldn't really ever hurt her. But he did bite her, how she had not one clue. The bite itself was one of the most erotic things that had ever happen to her. She rubbed the still painful mark she carried from their night of passion.
Now Drusilla was there too, it was almost to much to deal with. She was pretty sure Spike hadn't planned the Dru meeting, but then did that really matter. It only served to bring into focus what was really happening to her, she was falling for a vampire. A very dangerous one too, he didn't have a soul. That Buffy was right about, he had a heart though even if it was long dead it still seemed to know how to feel, how to love. Willow's steps became swifter, as she moved out of the graveyard and into the streets.
She had no clue why she left, if Dru was gone she had plenty of time since it was daylight to get out later. Why didn't she stay with Spike, her eyes still filled with tears began to spill down her cheeks. Great sobs made her lungs heave as she hurried along her path to the dorms. When finally she got to her room, opening the door she found Buffy just waking up.
Stretching and yawning Buffy looked up at the just now returning Willow with a sideways grin. "Well looks like you had some fun," she tease Willow. Then noticing he expression Buffy sat up and asked, "what Willow, what is it", her voice filled with concern. Buffy stood and walked to her, she was still standing in the door way. Tears streaming down her flushed face. One hand glued to the door handle as if it were the only thing holding her up.
Willow started to shake, and stuttering she tried to tell Buffy what had happened. With each word, Buffy became more angry, in her mind Spike had planned the whole thing. Willow was in grave danger, she would have no choice Spike and Drusilla had to die. Soon if Buffy had anything to do with it. Her normally calm happy face, turned dark and hard.
Willow pulled back from her little rant and looked at Buffy. She noticed her state of mind and tried to reassure Buffy that she didn't think Spike had anything to do with Dru showing up like she did. Not that it mattered, what it meant to Willow was that she could no longer even try to be with Spike, Dru would always be there. It would be to dangerous for her to be with him. What if he got the bright idea to have Dru turn Willow. Stranger things have happened she thought.
Willow rubbed the last of her tears away and tired to make normal. Tired to keep Buffy calm, to keep her from going out and slaying Spike. But even when Buffy had finally agreed that she would wait and see what was going to happen before she went on a rampage, Willow had a sinking feeling it was all only to placate her. Buffy's eyes narrowed every time Willow said Spike's name now. That was not a good sign, and she knew it. Willow couldn't help but watch as the slayer fixed a plan in her mind. She had no idea what Buffy was going to do. But it was a safe bet it had to deal with slaying, and Spike. Willow felt the fear again, this time it was over her good friends intentions toward her lover. How could she stop this now. Willow watched Buffy dress for her first class and tried a small smile when Buffy left.
Spike stood at his closed door for long moments. She was gone, one kiss and bam she was gone, out the door. He knew this was bad, she most likely thought he was in with Dru. But he wasn't, he didn't want Dru anymore. She was far to hard to deal with and fickle, as Angel had once said. Spike turned from the door and went back to his bed.
The whole area reeked of her soft sweet scent. Spike buried his face where her body had been, she really was here. She had been in his arms and let him love her, gave herself to him willingly. His witch , his goddess he thought, but now she is gone again. Now his problem was Dru, she had made herself know at the worst time. He didn't know why she came back, why now of all times.
Spike could feel his heart breaking, Willow was very loving, but she would never deal with being part of a group. She was a one on one type of girl, and he may have just lost her forever. It didn't matter that he didn't want Dru, only that she now seemed to want him. Willow would never understand. Dru was his sire, what could he do to stop her, kill her like Angel had Darla? Suddenly he could feel something wet on his face and he knew, he was crying.
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