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~Part: 21~
Spike was kissing her. No, he wasn’t kissing her. He was devouring her. Willow couldn’t believe that this was really happening, finding the reality much more enjoyable than the fantasy. She felt his hand on her back as he pulled her into his hard body, his mouth covering hers as his tongue swept inside. She’d never been kissed like this before, the few kisses she had shared with Oz when they had been dating tentative little pecks. With just one brush from his lips, Spike had her entire body on fire. There were aches in places she wasn’t aware could have aches. She whimpered when she felt his fingers tighten in her hair, the slight pain forgotten when she came in contact with his obvious arousal. Had she done that? A wave of feminine pride washed over her as she wiggled against his hardness, finding it unbelievable that he was not only kissing her but that he was turned on by doing so.
"Stop that, witch," Spike scolded softly when he finally pulled free from her mouth. He moved his hands to her hips to prevent her from rubbing against him anymore. His eyes narrowed as they looked over her flushed face, noticing the sparkle in her green eyes and the way her lips were already starting to swell. He smiled possessively as he realized that he had been her first. Well, before the night was over, he was going to be her first in many things.
"Why?" Willow had to ask, needing to reassure herself that this wasn’t some twisted revenge against Buffy or some elaborate plan that Spike had cooked up. She felt his fingers on her cheek and looked into his eyes, still finding it surprising to find lust burning in their blue depths.
"Why?" he echoed her question, finding it amazing that she had to ask. He had been more affected by that simple kiss than any other event in his recent memory. He was currently fighting the impulse to toss her to the bed, sink deep inside her warmth, and not move for an eternity or two. It went against everything he stood for, but, with that one kiss, she had him. Looking into her eyes, he knew she wasn’t prepared to hear words of eternal devotion or even begin to understand half of the emotions that he *and* his demon were feeling. Instead of trying to answer, knowing he might give something away, he took her hand and moved to her mirror. "Look, Red. Do you need to ask me again?"
Willow stared into the mirror, a bit surprised by how she looked. Her lips were puffy, her eyes shining, her hair a mess. It was a bit unnerving to look in the mirror and know he was standing right behind her but to see only her reflection. She didn’t really understand what he was trying to tell her, but she didn’t really care that much either. She wanted him to kiss her again, wondering if she was normally such a hussy or if he just brought out the wanton side of her personality. She gasped when she felt his fingers on her side, watching the mirror as her shirt raised as if by itself. His cool fingers brushed against her warm flesh and couldn’t control the low moan that spilled from her lips.
"You’re gorgeous, pet," he whispered before his lips brushed against her throat. "You react to my touch, your body calls to me. How can you ask me why? Do you not see what I see?"
"I don’t understand what’s happening," she admitted quietly, her eyes half closing when his hand moved across her flat stomach. She drew in a sharp breath when she was pulled against him, his erection resting against her back. "I thought we were coming back to my house to watch a movie and order pizza. I never imagined finding you here, never expected Buffy and Faith to lock us in here together. I don’t know why you stayed, why you didn’t leave. And I’m so confused because I’ve never felt like this before."
"I know what you mean," he said softly, not elaborating on the weird emotions he was feeling at the moment. Instead, he turned her to face him, asking, "How could I leave, Red? From the minute you walked through the door, I wanted you. Hell, I’m beginning to think the reason I came back to this hell hole in the first place was because I wanted you. Does it make sense? But, I won’t force myself on you, luv. Right now, I’m fighting like hell with the demon just to keep control. If we continue this, I’ll be sharing control with him. I can still leave, if that scares you. I don’t want to, but I can be the nice guy once in my life."
"You’d leave?" she asked, watching his eyes and seeing the honesty burning in their depths. This was weird, having a conversation like this with Spike in her bedroom. She glanced at the floor before looking back at him, asking, "What is this, Spike?"
"I don’t bloody well know, now do I, pet?" he asked with just a touch of his usual sarcasm. He ran a hand through his hair, knowing that if he waited much longer, he wouldn’t be leaving even if she asked. Standing around acting like some poofy human was beginning to wear on his control. He finally just asked, "What do you want, Willow? Forget the slayers, forget everything except yourself and tell me what you want."
Willow licked her lips as she answered him, "I want you to kiss me again, Spike. Only, this time, don’t stop."
~Part: 22~
"I don’t hear anything," Buffy whispered, her eyes looking at the ceiling above.
Faith rolled her eyes, asking, "Did you expect to hear loud crashes or thuds?"
"No," Buffy said crossly, scowling at her fellow slayer, "but I did expect to hear something. For all we know, he broke free and killed her and ran away. Willow could be upstairs right now dying and we’re down here watching cartoons!"
"Or Willow could be upstairs getting the fuck of a lifetime and we’re stuck down here watching cartoons," Faith said with a smirk as Buffy blushed.
"Why did I agree to help you?" Buffy muttered, again looking at the ceiling.
"Buffy, he’s not going to kill her. You didn’t hear his voice when he was asking for her at the magic store. I don’t know, but it almost sounded like he needed her, you know?" Faith tried to explain. "That’s the only reason I decided to do this. If I thought for one second that he’d try to hurt Willow, I never would have locked her up with him."
"I know," Buffy admitted reluctantly, "but I worry. I know Spike, you don’t. He may seem relatively harmless, but he *is* a demon. I worry about Willow with him."
"You’d worry about Willow with anyone," Faith said, watching as Buffy smiled slightly.
"Yeah, I would. She’s my best friend. But, an evil master vampire causes more worries than a chess playing high school student, or even a werewolf band guy. Spike is at least a step up from the mutt," Buffy said, free to admit to Faith that she never found Oz good enough for Willow, had, in fact, been relieved when she returned from her stay in LA to find him gone to college.
"If Spike is even half as devoted to those he loves as you all claim, I don’t think Willow is in any more danger than any other girl that is in love," Faith decided, smiling at Buffy’s description of Willow’s first boyfriend as a mutt. "And, if he hurts her, we are slayers, after all. He’d be dust." "It’s too quiet," Buffy said again, shaking her head. "If I know Willow, she unfastened his cuffs as soon as she realized he was tied up.
"You’re probably right. I shouldn’t have left the key," Faith decided as she reached for the bag of chips.
"No, she has a much better chance if he isn’t chained up. Spike doesn’t really seem the type to like confinement. I haven’t heard anyone on the balcony or the window, so they’re both still up there."
"You know, there is one great explanation for why it’s so quiet," Faith pointed out with a wicked smile.
"What?" Buffy asked, glancing at her fellow slayer, not liking the smile at all.
"Their mouths are otherwise occupied," Faith said with a laugh as she smiled suggestively.
"Okay, eeew," Buffy said, making a face. "That is so something I don’t want to think about that. New topic. Oh, wow. Look at this."
Faith glanced at the television, "You turned off Scooby. For what? Isn’t this the history channel? Okay, B. Too much time with Willow might not be a good thing after all….."
"Oh, hush. Look at what it is!" Buffy said with a smile.
"It’s the history channel. Whatever it is, it can’t be all that exciting… .hot damn!" Faith trailed off as she saw the beginning of the show. "This is gonna be funny, you do know that, don’t you?"
Buffy nodded as she laughed, "Why do you think I turned it on?"
Faith settled back on the sofa, reaching for the bag of chips as she got ready to start making fun of the program. "All right. Let’s just hear what they’ve come up with for the history of the vampire, shall we?"
~Part: 23~
Spike heard her words and smiled as he moved forward before she could change her mind. His lips claimed hers more forcefully than before, his hand pulling her body flush against his as he claimed her mouth. He knew that she had no idea what she was getting into, but he didn’t really care. He wanted her, and now she was going to be his. He had given her a chance to say no, though if he were honest with himself, he hadn’t planned on leaving even if she chosen differently. There was something about her that appealed to him and his demon, always had. After he had left this awful town, she was the image that he most remembered. He hadn’t even really seen her all that much, but she had haunted him. Now, she was in his arms and he wasn’t going to let go.
Willow pushed any doubts from her mind, instead concentrating on the feel of his body against hers, his lips on hers. She knew, somehow, that this was a life changing decision, but she knew in her heart that it was the right one. She felt complete when he was holding her, felt beautiful when he looked at her, felt wanted when he touched her, felt needed when he spoke to her. It was an amazing and glorious feeling that she hoped would never fade away. No one had ever looked at her the way he did. She didn’t understand it, had no idea why this was happening, and didn’t really care. She finally found the courage to move her hand to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she began to kiss him back, hoping she was doing it right. She heard him growl as he pulled her against him, deciding she must be doing something right. She felt his hand on her butt, squeezing her cheek as he began to move them towards the bed. A slight tremor of fear ran through her then, as she realized what the bed meant. Was she really ready for this? Ready to give herself to a demon that she really didn’t know at all? His mouth moved from hers, trailing kisses across her chin and down her throat as he sucked her flesh between his lips. Willow gave up any pretense of being logical, giving her body over to the passion that was burning it up. She’d deal with the logic in the morning, knowing that she at least had her best friends’ blessing, which eased a bit of the fear.
She tasted so good. Spike could have spent hours just licking her, tasting her. He’d never understood that particular fetish of Angelus until now. He ran his fangs over her throat, fighting the need to bite her, to claim her. There would be time enough for that later. Now, it was about learning her taste and her body and making sure she had no regrets for her decision. He pulled back, catching her eyes as he asked, "May I undress you, luv?"
Willow gulped at the huskiness of his voice, pleased by the look she saw in his eyes. She nodded, finding courage somewhere as she watched his hands move towards her. She didn’t look away from his eyes, finding herself riveted by the depth of emotion she saw in their blue depths. Her shirt was pulled over her head, tossed to the floor beside them. She watched as his eyes flashed yellow, reminding her too well that she was about to give her virginity to a demon. A demon that made her feel more than she’d ever felt before. She closed her eyes as he unzipped her jeans, gasping softly as his cool fingers brushed against her legs. She felt him move away, knowing that he was looking at her. She’d never been this undressed in front of anyone, Spike being the first person to see in her underwear. She stood there for what seemed like forever, waiting for him to do something. When he didn’t, she hesitantly opened her eyes, wondering if he found her so disgusting he had left. Instead, she found his eyes on hers, the yellow mixing more prominently with the blue. "Spike?"
"Keep your eyes open, Willow," he said quietly, his eyes blazing a path over her body as he clenched his fists, fighting the desire, knowing he had to take it slow, to give her pleasure. He’d never been known for his patience, though, and it was taking every bit of power to keep his true self under control. He had no intention of scaring her with his true face, knowing that all she’d have to do is scream and he’d have not one but two slayers ready to kill him. It wasn’t even the threat of the slayers, really. He didn’t want to scare her. He wanted her to want him, the sweet scent of her arousal giving him a clear indication that she did. He looked back into her eyes, whispering, "You’re so bloody beautiful."
When Spike said it, she felt beautiful. She watched him, noticing that he had taken off his leather duster and outer shirt, his boots joining the discarded clothing so that he was standing barefoot wearing only his T-shirt and black jeans. She studied him, wondering why he wasn’t doing anything. She saw the way his fists were clenched, the way he was standing, the way he seemed to be fighting himself almost. With sudden clarity, she understood. He was fighting his demon, trying to push it down before he touched her. She scowled at him, saying, "Don’t. I know who you are, what you are. Don’t hide yourself from me. My eyes are wide open. I want you, Spike. You. Demon and man. I’m yours."
Spike groaned at her words, wondering again how he had gotten to be so lucky. Before she could change her mind, he was kissing her again, moving her towards the bed. They were nearly there when they tripped, falling to the floor. His eyes flew to hers, watching as she went from surprise to amusement, smiling as she giggled. His lips caught hers again as he stood, carrying her this time. He laid her on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before joining her.
~Part: 24~
"This is so stupid," Faith complained, gesturing to the television.
"It is pretty bad," Buffy agreed with a smile. They’d watched the half hour program on vampires then found a vampire movie on cable. Neither of them had seen it before and had spent the last twenty minutes deciding that it was one of the worst vampire movies ever made.
"Why don’t they just have them go poof?" Faith asked for the tenth time, watching as yet another vampire lay dying on the ground, his body turning into a burned blob of bad effects. "It has to be cheaper than that horrible carcass thing. Plus, it’s real."
"Faith, babe, the people that made this movie obviously have no idea that vampires are real," Buffy pointed out with a roll of her eyes. "I somehow doubt they were going for realism. Besides, they couldn’t have their actors overact their death scenes if they merely went poof, like our vampires do."
"This is just bad," Faith decided. "If I were a vampire, I’d find the writer of this garbage and torture them. It’s an insult to vampires."
Buffy had to laugh, "Hey now, whose side are you on, slayer? We shouldn’t really care if vampires are being insulted. Besides, the majority that I’ve killed are too stupid to realize this movie is insulting."
"I guess you’re right," Faith said, shaking her head. "And the one smart enough probably don’t give a fuck either way."
"Right," Buffy said. She heard a loud thump from above and looked up, eyes narrowing as she asked, "Did you hear that?"
"Sure did," Faith answered, concern in her eyes as she said, "Let’s go check. I didn’t like the sound of that."
The slayers were up the stairs in minutes, standing by Willow’s door. Buffy found the key and was about to open the door when she heard a loud moan. Her face flushed as she realized that it was Willow and that her best friend didn’ t sound in need of assistance, at least from either her or Faith. "Hot damn," Faith smiled in triumph as she asked, "Did you hear that?"
"Yes," Buffy hissed, "Come on, let’s go back downstairs. I didn’t need to hear that."
Faith rolled her eyes as she pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear, "These doors are too damn thick. I can’t hear a thing."
"Faith, let’s go. Give Willow some privacy for whatever they’re doing," Buffy said, making a face as she realized exactly what they *were* doing. "I can’t believe my best friend is doing *that* with a master vampire that spent nearly a year trying to kill us and I’m actually condoning it. Hell, I’m encouraging it. What kind of slayers are we?"
"The kind that love their friends more than slaying," Faith said matter of factly, kneeling down and trying to look through the keyhole. She couldn’t see anything, scowling as she strained to see even a glimpse of flesh.
"Faith, get up. God, you’re worse than Xander!" Buffy said, having to cover a laugh as Faith glared at her.
"Am not," Faith said before sticking her tongue out at the blonde slayer.
"Are too," Buffy shot back before saying, "Come on. The movies still going. There are plenty more actors that have to overact death scenes. You don’t want to miss that, do you?"
"I’d much rather watch Blondie give Willow the fuck of her life," Faith muttered, "but I guess cheesy vampire movies are all I get to see tonight."
"Let’s order a pizza," Buffy suggested as the girls moved back down the stairs, "Then maybe we can take a quick patrol."
"Well, B, I’d say that’s the best idea you’ve had all day," Faith said with a smile as they entered the living room, a satisfied smile crossing her face as she added, "By the way, I told you my plan would work."
"Don’t start," Buffy warned as she dialed the number for the pizza.
~Part: 25~
Willow moaned as Spike’s mouth found her breast, his tongue doing things to her that should be illegal. She arched up, her hand clenching the sheet as he chuckled, seeming to enjoy her reaction to him. He’d been torturing her for half an hour. She’d timed it, glancing at the clock between moaning and whimpering, astonished that so little time had passed when it seemed that she had been laying down for hours. He seemed in no hurry, which surprised her. When they had been standing, she could have sworn he’d been fighting his demon for control. When she had asked him to take her, she’d assumed it would be fast and slightly rough. She had to admit that the idea of Spike being a bit rough excited her in ways that she knew it shouldn’t. Instead, though, he’ d removed her underwear and spent thirty minutes running his tongue over most of her body. He’d avoided making direct contact with her breasts or between her legs until now. For the last few minutes, he’d been sucking and nibbling on her breasts. She knew she was wet, could feel her juices leaking more every time he ever so casually brushed his arm or leg against her red curls. He was a bastard, she decided. A sadistic, evil, demonic bastard. If he didn’ t give her what she so desperately needed soon, she’d just do it herself she decided crossly.
Spike glanced up at her face and smiled, seeing the need. He wanted her to want him as much as he needed her. It was her own fault, he decided. She’d told him that she wanted him, all of him. As it was, his demon had taken a perverse pleasure in moving slow, tasting her and just enjoying the warmth of her body. After she had accepted him so completely, the need to claim her had diminished. It hadn’t been such a priority when it was clear that she didn’t intend to leave him. So, he had been able to enjoy just playing with her, teasing her and taking her to the edge more times than he could count. She was so ready, the scent of sex surrounding them, the wetness dripping from her and soaking the sheets. He knew that she would come if he touched her in just the right place. Looking at her glazed eyes and sweat drenched face, he decided that it was time. His own cock was hard and dripping, the front of his jeans wet. It was time to make her his, to give her something that no one else would give her. He smiled at that, really liking the idea that he was going to be her first lover, her last lover. There would be no competition for her affections, no insecurities or fears of losing her to another. He ran his teeth over her nipple before moving his head lower, the scent of her arousal growing more thick the lower he got. Finally, he was where he wanted to be. His eyes caught hers as he lowered his head, his mouth sucking her clit as she exploded.
Willow cried out when she felt him suck her tender flesh. She thrashed against the bed, his hand moving to her stomach as he held her down. She began to babble incoherently as he sucked her clit, one orgasm sliding into another as he began to taste her. She felt his tongue move between her lips, licking her juices as his nose brushed against her, the shockwaves still running through her body. Without realized it, her thighs closed around his head, locking him in place as she moved against his mouth. She didn’t know when he had pushed a finger into her, but suddenly she was aware of the intrusion, moaning as he added another. She’d never imagined it could be like this, her only experience what she had seen on television or in movies. Since they never went beyond an R rating, she’d been under the impression that it was usually fast and under the covers. Not with Spike, obviously. He seemed to enjoy taking his time, torturing her. If this was the payoff, he could torture her anytime she decided. "Please," she begged, needing to feel him inside her.
Spike pulled up, his face coated with her juices as he licked his lips. Seeing that she was ready, his fingers moved to the button of his jeans. He stood, shedding the denim and tossing it on the floor before looking at her. He watched her eyes widen when she saw him, his hand moving to his erection as he stroked himself several times. He could smell her fear as she looked at his cock, knowing she must be wondering how he was going to fit. He knew it was going to hurt her. His length was slightly above average, but he was very thick. Once she was accustomed to his size, there wouldn’t be any problems though. He’d just have to take it a bit slow, remind himself that she was not only human but also a virgin. From the tightness of her cunt, he doubted that she’d even had anything in her before. "It will fit," he whispered as he moved back onto the bed. "It’s gonna hurt though, at first."
"I trust you, Spike," she said quietly, watching as he smiled in obvious pleasure at her words. She watched with apprehension as well as anticipation as he moved between her legs. He pulled her down the bed until his hard cock was brushing against her wet lips. She felt the head of his cock push against her as his hand adjusted their position. She watched as he leaned forward, his eyes flashing yellow as he caught her lips in a deep kiss.
"Mine," he whispered before moving his mouth to her neck, biting into her neck as he entered her fully, breaking her barrier as her sweet blood spilled into his mouth. He heard her scream in pain mixed with pleasure as he took her virginity. He gave her time to adjust to his size as he began to lick the wound he had made on her neck. When he felt her move against him, he began to move. Soon, they were moving together as he kissed her again, sharing the mixture of her blood and juices as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. She was so tight and warm that it didn’t take him long to find release. He came with a growl, the demon coming forward as he spilled his seed into her. He felt her lips on his face, placing kisses on the ridges as she continued to move against him. He stayed hard, continuing to thrust into her, feeling her fingernails dig into his back as she tightened, her orgasm hitting her hard. He felt her teeth bite into his shoulder as she came again, the mucles of her pussy tightening around him as he followed her into release.
Willow collapsed on the bed, her breathing ragged as she felt the exhaustion creep over her. There was a pain between her legs, her breasts were sore, the bite he had made on her neck a dull ache. She heard him purring and smiled sleepily, wondering if he had any idea he was purring like a contented cat. A jungle cat, she decided. A panther maybe. Something sleek and predatory and cunning with grace and intelligence. She turned her head and kissed his forehead before closing her eyes and giving in to sleep. Spike smiled as he eased out of her, laying beside her as his arm tightened around her body. He lapped at the small amount of blood coming from his bite as she slept, his eyes not leaving her face.
~Part: 26~
"Here, you unlock the door," Buffy said as she gestured to the key that was laying on the tray. She and Faith had been up for a couple of hours, having decided to make Willow breakfast. It seemed that not being able to cook must be a slayer thing, because the kitchen was now a mess. They’d ruined eggs, bacon, and burned the toast. The second batch of toast had been better and given them the hope that they could eventually get it right. As it turned out, Faith was pretty darn good at making pancakes, and Buffy had finally managed to fry the bacon without burning it. Buffy had made a run home for a glass of blood for Spike, glad that she kept extra for Angel’s rare visits. Add to the tray a glass of orange juice and a flower, and they were set.
"Should we knock?" Faith asked as she put the key in the door.
"I don’t know," Buffy said. "I’ve never woke up my best friend after she’s spent an entire night having sex with a vampire before. I’m not sure how to act or what to do."
"Like I make a habit of this?" Faith asked, rolling her eyes. "She’s probably awake. She never sleeps past seven." With that, Faith unlocked the door and opened it. The room was dark, the curtains covering the window. She flipped on the light switch, her dark eyes moving across the floor with a smile before finding the bed. "Wow."
"Wow what?" Buffy asked as she stepped into the room. She noticed the clothes laying all over the floor before she, too, looked at the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw Spike looking at her and Faith, his eyes narrow and warning as his hand finished pulling the sheet over Willow’s sleeping and very naked body. He hadn’t been fast enough for her to miss the bite mark that covered Willow’s breast and the sheet did nothing to cover the one on the redhead’s neck.
"Don’t wake her," Spike warned quietly, his eyes glancing at Willow and softening as he smiled, "she didn’t get a lot of sleep last night."
"We brought food," Faith whispered, feeling suddenly stupid as Spike’s blue eyes moved to look at her and Buffy.
"You brought food?" he echoed, his lips twitching slightly as he realized that the slayers had brought both him and Willow breakfast. He could see the glass of blood, wondering again what it was about this tiny redhead that could make people act so out of character. As it was, he had only the slightest desire to kill the slayers as they stood there. Usually, he’d have been wanting to rip them apart. He knew that the two girls weren’t going to leave until they had spoken to Willow, groaning as he got out of bed, looking for his jeans.
"Fuck," this time it was Buffy that exclaimed softly as her eyes widened, watching as a very nude Spike stood looking for something. She’d never imagined that he looked quite that good. Willow was definitely one lucky girl.
"Close your mouth, slayer," Spike said with amusement as he finally found his jeans, sliding the material over his hips, hearing the dark haired slayer sigh in disappointment as he covered his body. He arched a brow as he moved back to the bed, his shirt in his hands. "Willow, luv, wake up. You’ve got company."
"Hmm?" Willow mumbled as she moved on the bed.
Spike smiled as he moved on the bed, blocking her from the slayer’s view as he put his shirt on her, buttoning the buttons as she continued to sleep. "Willow," he whispered her name, watching as she slowly opened her eyes, a large smile spreading over her face as she saw him.
"Morning," she said softly, wondering what time it was. They’d spent the entire night making love and talking and catching little naps in between. She leaned up, catching his lips in a soft kiss.
"It’s afternoon, pet. You’ve got company," he said as he made a face, moving so she could see the slayers.
Willow’s eyes widened as she felt a blush cross her cheeks, "Buffy, Faith. What are you two doing here?"
"They brought food," Spike said innocently, his lips twisted in a smirk as he watched the girls glare at him.
"Be nice," Willow said, smacking his arm lightly as she smiled at him.
"Must I?" he asked before kissing her briefly. "Fine, if I must…"
"You brought us breakfast?" Willow asked, looking at her friends and smiling.
"Faith made the pancakes," Buffy said, finding it disturbing to see Spike being so gentle and loving with her best friend.
"And Buffy fried the bacon," Faith added, rather pleased to see Willow looking so happy. Plus, the redhead hadn’t yelled at them for locking her up in the first place.
"I can’t possibly eat all that," Willow said as she looked at the huge amount of food piled on the tray. She looked at Spike and smiled, watching as he rolled his eyes.
"Why don’t your little friends stay and help you eat?" he suggested, knowing that idea pleased Willow as soon as her face lit up. He was rewarded with a kiss that he deepened before remembering that they had an audience. He looked up, noticing how uncomfortable Buffy looked. He smiled, deciding that there might be some fun in playing nice. "So, slayers, staying for breakfast?"
"Sure," Faith said, moving the desk chair near the bed.
"Why not?" Buffy answered, knowing it was going to take a lot of time to get used to her best friend being involved with Spike. For Willow, she could deal. Besides, it looked as if Spike honestly cared about the redhead. For Buffy, that was good enough reason to push aside her natural dislike of the vampire.
Willow leaned her head against Spike, watching as Buffy sat at the foot of the bed. This was just too weird, she decided. Weird but good. She kenw it would take time for all of them to get used to the changes, but she and Spike had spent hours discussing their future in between sleeping and making love. Spike had told her that he wasn’t going to leave her, that she was his just as he was hers. He’d also reassured her that he had no immediate plans to turn her, but he had made sure that she knew eventually she would become his childe. He had told her that he felt the closest thing to love that he could feel, something she knew was sincere. She didn’t question how or why, knowing that it was meant to be. She still wasn’t sure what the future held for them, but she knew somehow that they would make it together. For now, she needed to figure out what they could do to get Buffy and Faith back. Oh, she was more than pleased with how things had turned out, hardly able to imagine life without Spike already, but she needed to remind her friends that taking chances like that, no matter their outcome, resulted in payback. She smiled as several ideas came to her, deciding to discuss the possibilities with Spike after breakfast.
"So, Willow, did you like your surprise?" Faith asked, not able to help gloating just a bit. "Just remember, it was all for you."
"Yes, Faith, I liked the surprise. I owe you one," Willow said, looking up and catching Spike watching her. She smiled and kissed him as Buffy began to tell her about their horrible horror movies she and Faith had watched the night before.
*******THE END***********