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“You think this life would make me bolder
But I’m running scared is all
I hang on everything about you
You think I’d settle down cuz I’m older
But I roll with the change is all
I’m same old trailer trash in new shoes.”

-Sunnydale Cemetery-

‘Welcome to Sunnydale.’

Oz stared at the road sign as if it were a curse.  Why had he come back?  Oh
yeah, to see if Willow would take him back.  What were the chances of that
happening? There was someone he had to talk too before the first meeting in
six months.  And that included a particular blonde vampire and really dark
crypt.

He parked the black van and walked towards the stone building.  However, the
graveyard only brought back a rush of memories.  He slipped inside, careful
not let any sunshine through.

“Hello werewolf,” Spike hissed, appearing from the shadows and cobwebs.

“What’s up?” Oz asked quickly.

“What the bloody hell are you on, mate?” Spike growled, letting his true
face appear.

Oz took a step back.  Okay, so maybe being in a really small room with a
vampire wasn’t such a good idea.  “What do you mean?”

“Red, you stupid bloke.  You left her barely hanging by a thread.  Now what,
I suppose you want her back?”  Spike retorted angrily.

“That was kind of the idea,” Oz said softly.

Spike glared at him, trying so hard to resist the urge that screamed at him
to tear the werewolf’s throat out.

“It’s not going to happen, because she belongs to me, mate,” the vampire
boasted, rubbing in his victory and Oz’s loss.

“Oh,” Oz lowered his head in defeat.  So this attempt to ‘win Willow back’
was pointless.  She had a man, well, a vampire, that would love her and
adore her and treat her like the goddess she is.

“If you don’t believe me, go ask her,” Spike replied.

Oz quickly backed out of the building, got back into the van, and floored
the accelerator.

-Giles’s House-

“Willow, you don’t have to be here,” Giles noted.

“But I want to be here,” Willow defended.  “I’m a necessary member of the
Scooby Gang.”

“We’re nothing without our witch, computer hacker, research gal,” Xander
replied.

A gentle knock was heard at the front door and Anya answered it.  Oz stood
there looking pale.

“Oz!” Anya cried, throwing her arms around him.

“Oz, man, hate to sound grandma but you don’t call, you don’t write,” Xander
said, mock pain in his voice.

Willow looked like she was a deer caught in a car’s headlights.  “Hi.”

“Hey, Will,” Oz said, nervousness in his voice.  “Can I talk to you?’

“I guess so,” Willow bit her lip.  They walked in silence towards Giles’s
bedroom.  Willow sat in the desk chair and Oz sat down on the bed across
from her.

“So you and Spike are...” Oz started.

“He cares for me, Oz,” Willow replied.

“The whole vampire thing, its not...” Oz was stumbling through this
conversation and he knew it.

“You had your three days out of the month, Spike is a night person,” Willow
replied.  “He’s not going to run away from me.”
Oz looked at her with his dark green eyes; “I always wanted you to be
happy.”

“And I am happy,” Willow replied.  “And everyone seems pretty okay with it.
Although, Buffy threatened to stake him if he ever tried drinking my blood.”

“Do you want me to get out of here?” Oz asked.

“Oz, running away isn’t the answer.  You really should take notes from
Buffy.  I mean your issues with the wolf could have been solved here just
like her and Angel.  I mean, what’s the point of running when you never get
very far?”  Willow retorted, anger transforming her voice.

“I went halfway around the world,” Oz admitted.

“I’m not coming back to you, Oz,” Willow replied.  “If you can’t handle it
then run.”

Oz nodded and headed towards the back door, disappearing into the night.

Willow turned around and confidently walked back to the living room.  “Well,
guys, I have a boyfriend to attend too.”

“Be careful, girl,” Buffy whispered, draping a cross necklace around her
neck.

“So are you going to have sex?” Anya asked, curiosity in her voice.

“He’s a vampire, he probably has more sexual tension than Dead Boy,” Xander
joked.  Willow punched him lightly in the shoulder.  Buffy merely glared.

Willow walked out the door only to hear the sound of a car driving off into
the distance.

-Sunnydale Cemetery-

“Hello, Red,” Spike replied without even looking up at her.

“So you talked to Oz?” Willow asked.

“I had too,” Spike replied.  “I don’t want to lose you to him.”

“You never will,” the young witch promised.

She pressed herself up against the soft leather of his duster and kissed
him.  Spike began to deepen it as he pushed his tongue lightly against her
lips.  Willow opened her mouth slightly and her own tongue began to massage
his.

Spike led her over to the four poster bed lying in the center of the crypt.
He may be a demon but at least he had style.

Willow ran her fingers down his chest feeling his coldness against her
warmth.

Spike began to move his lips from hers as he began to kiss her neck.  Willow
touched the base of her neck, grabbing the cross, and ripping it from its
string.

Spike could feel his face beginning to contort.  The sweet smell of the
blood pumping through her veins was driving him insane.

“Bloody hell and damn the Slayer,” Spike pulled back and looked down at the
tiny redhead underneath him.

“Spike,” Willow whispered.

“I can’t do this to you, Red,” Spike shook his head and stood up.

“But I want you too,” Willow chose to prove herself by unbuttoning her
blouse.

Spike stared at her.  Her breasts were so full.  It was like they were going
to burst from her bra.  Ah, yes, bras, they sure beat out undoing the laces
on corsets.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to prove anything, Red,” Spike
couldn’t believe what was actually happening.

“I love you,” Willow said softly, unclasping her bra.

Spike pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor; “I love
you, too.”

Willow quickly pulled off her skirt and underwear and looked at the vampire
expectantly.

“A witch lying naked on my bed, the last time that happened was with
Morgana,” Spike regretted bringing up a past love but he said it and there
was nothing that could change it.

“Morgana?” Willow felt like she was going to faint.  “The Morgana?
Protector of Witches and Goddess of the Moon?”

“So she’s no longer a tavern whore?” Spike asked.

“Oh goddess,” Willow’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Spike slipped off his jeans, revealing a cute pair of black silk boxers.
Willow couldn’t wait any longer as she pulled him down on top of her feeling
the silk and his hard erection rubbing across her skin.  It sent a wave of
emotions through her and they ere all wonderful.  There wasn’t a part in her
body that told her not to do this.
Spike covered her mouth with his own and pressed her close to him.

Willow grabbed the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled them off.

“Didn’t you say you only did this once?” Spike asked quizzically.

“Yeah, point?” Willow asked, with wide, innocent eyes.

“Whatever, Red,” Spike replied.

-The next morning-

Willow snuggled closer to Spike, resting her head against his chest.  Anya
would probably be congratulating her at this point.

Spike’s eyes opened and he looked at the girl lying next to him.  Willow
with her red hair splayed over his pale chest had remained here in his arms
for the entire night.  She was his Willow.

“Spike,” Willow sounded exhausted.

“What, pet?” Spike asked.

“Stay with me,” Willow’s eyes closed again.

“Always,” Spike promised.

“Well you got to think, with a girl like that
Any love at all, is better than nothing.
It’s better than nothing.”

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