Line:"I get that you're gay now. But what about tomorrow?"
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“So, you and the little witch broke up?”
Willow was surprised when she heard Spike speak, turning to look at the blond vampire with whom she was patrolling. She frowned slightly when she noticed that he actually looked interested, finally shrugging as she decided that he must be bored and was trying to be polite. Okay, so Spike being polite or even willing conversing with any of them was a bit of a surprise, but it was a rather nice surprise, the redhead decided. Over the last year, she’d gotten to know Spike pretty well, being the only one of the gang that he was even somewhat civil to, and, surprisingly, she felt comfortable talking to him about things she didn’t even really discuss with Buffy. She replied, “Yes, Tara and I decided that we worked much better as friends than lovers. It was very amicable and I still consider her a good friend. It's weird. I love her, but, it just wasn’ t satisfying either of us, being lovers that is.”
“Why do ya think that was?” Spike asked with an arched brow, his blue eyes discretely watching the witch, thankful that it was a quiet night and there wasn ’t much need to concentrate on the patrol. He’d been trying to get his Red alone since he’d heard about her finally dumping the little blonde witch, and he ’d been tempted to kiss Giles, that thought causing him to cringe slightly as he realized he hadn’t been *that* grateful, when the former watcher had paired him, yet again, with Willow. Since the fiasco with the Initiative, he’d been reluctantly assisting the Slayer in exchange for money and blood and because it was right fun pissing the bitch off by becoming rather useful and forcing her to actually ask for his help on many occasion. He and Willow were usually paired for patrol, and, somewhere along the way, he’d become infatuated with the witch. Infatuated? That was a gross understatement! He didn’t feel as if his day was complete until he’d at least his Red, he’d been jealous of that quiet little blonde for touching and loving his girl, he had moved past infatuation and obsessed several months ago, now residing firmly in unrequited love.
“Spike, God, you don’t ask the easy questions do you?” Willow laughed softly, running a hand through her shoulder length red hair before she said, “It was nice and safe and sweet and I do care about Tara, just like she cares about me, but neither one of us really felt complete. I can’t explain it and I’m sure it sounds silly, but it just didn’t really feel like Tara was ‘the one’, if you know what I mean. I didn’t really feel it with Oz, either. I’m probably crazy for ending a relationship that was loving and safe in the hopes that I’ ll eventually find some elusive soulmate or something romantically foolish like that.”
“You’re not crazy, pet,” Spike told her, his eyes flashing with amusement as he leaned against a tombstone and drawled lazily, “"I get that you're gay now. But what about tomorrow?"
“I’m not gay. Hello! Loved Xander and Oz,” Willow smiled as she moved to sit on the bench opposite him. “I believe the PC term is ‘bi’, but I don’t really believe in labels. I don’t see how you can put a name on emotions, on who you fall in love with. I didn’t love Tara because she was a girl, nor did I love Oz because he was a guy. I loved them because of who they were on the inside, not how they looked on the outside. Okay, why are we sitting in a cemetery discussing my failed love life when we’re supposed to be patrolling?”
“You’re much more fascinating than patrol,” Spike flirted shamelessly, feeling a bit silly but unclear how else to show her he was interested without coming right out and snogging her senseless. Of course, that idea definitely had merit when compared to making a bloody fool out of himself by flirting and playing stupid human games.
“Yeah, right,” Willow snorted, rolling her eyes, before she slowly smiled and turned the tables, “So what about you, Spike? How’s your love life?”
“We were talking about you and your fondness for girlies, Red, not me,” Spike said dryly, “so, just to make sure I understand, you’re not anti-man and girl loving, you’re just open minded.”
“I’d think you’d understand that. After all,” her smile grew mischievous, “I ’ve read the Watcher Diaries. You and Angelus? One word: yummy!”
“Yeah, well, wasn’t like he gave you much choice,” Spike muttered when he realized that she knew about him and Angelus, suddenly saying, “wait a tick. Yummy?”
“Oh yeah,” Willow playfully leered, “he might have been evil and sadistic, but he was kinda cute. And you? Well, you know you’re gorgeous and sexy. The two of you together? Definitely yummy. And, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you that I found the idea of you and Angelus doing it arousing! I’m tired and haven’t had enough caffeine today. That’s my excuse. Can we just forget I said anything?”
“Uh uh,” Spike smirked, “We can forget about the Pouf, of course, because that was the past and he’s not Angelus anymore and I don’t have any plans to start shagging Peaches or even being forced to tolerate his whiny brooding. So, gorgeous and sexy? Why, Red! I didn’t know you cared.”
“You’re impossible,” Willow laughed, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink as she realized she’d actually admitted to finding him attractive. Really, who could blame her? Spike was definitely a hottie, those eyes and cheekbones and that voice and those hands and his perfectly slender but muscular body and the way he walked, as if he was a jungle cat stalking its prey, and he had a great personality when he wasn’t playing the part of ‘Big Bad Vampire…hear me roar’. Yeah, like she could resist crushing on someone like him. Ha! Not bloody likely, as he would say. She shook her head, “We should get back to patrol.”
“Red, Willow,” he corrected, watching her look at him, her green eyes widening when he used her name instead of some nickname, “I was wondering, I mean, that is, do you think, maybe, after patrol, you’d uh like to um, well, would you.”
“Spike, are you okay?” Willow asked as she heard his babbling, thinking it was rather cute, but completely unusual for the normally direct and eloquent vampire.
“Coffee,” he said, cringing as he realized that he probably sounded like a complete tosser. “Bugger it. Damn it, Red. I like you. I want to take you for coffee.”
“A date?” Willow stared at him, unable to hide her surprise. “You want to take me on a date? I didn’t know vampires dated.”
“Well, love, what I’d really like to do is take you to my bed for a few centuries and fuck you until we’re both exhausted and you’re hoarse from screaming out my name as you come and never let you out of my arms,” Spike said dryly, his blue eyes gleaming with desire and need, “but I think that’s moving too fast since you were into girls last time I checked so coffee is a good place to start. And vampires do date! Okay, so not normally, but this situation is special, you’re special.”
“It sounds like you’ve thought about that for a while,” Willow said softly, wondering if the air was getting warmer or if Spike’s words, and the vivid images that had flashed through mind at said words, was the reason she was beginning to feel like her body was on fire. His brilliant blue eyes looked at her, his lips curving into a slight smirk. Oh yeah, definitely Spike.
“Only every moment for the last ten months or so,” Spike said casually, noticing the flush in her cheeks and smelling the soft scent of arousal, relieved that she hadn’t reacted badly to his admission.
“I never had any idea,” Willow confessed, thinking this entire situation was a bit surreal. Definitely hadn’t been how she figured patrol would go, but she wasn’t complaining. Not complaining at all. She’d had a crush on Spike for years, though she’d figured it was another case of unrequited lust and affection so she had done her best to keep it under control so he’d never find out.
“Course you didn’t,” Spike smirked, “I wasn’t ready for you to know. Besides, you were moping about the Wolf and then you were experimenting with the witch. Not a fan of rejection, pet. Couldn’t let you know until I was confident you’d say yes.”
“And you’re confident now?” Willow slowly smiled, finding his arrogance and intellect unbelievably attractive.
“Not gonna waste any more time, Willow,” Spike said simply, unable to lie and claim he was confident when he was actually more nervous than he’d been in quite a long time.
“Coffee sounds good,” Willow decided, a shy smile crossing her lips as she brushed a lock of red hair behind her ear.
“Really?” Spike smiled, knowing he was a pretty pathetic demon for falling for a human, a goody goody human no less, but he didn’t care. In fact, his demon was just as smitten with Willow, with her fire and intelligence and sexy little body, as he was. He stood up and offered her his hand, feeling her warm flesh in his and realizing that coffee was just the beginning. This felt right, this is what she’d been talking about earlier, feel complete.
“Yes, really,” Willow smiled as she linked her fingers through his, deciding to be a bit daring and flirty. A wicked gleam entered her eyes as she licked her lips and huskily whispered, “We can talk about the fucking each other until we’re both exhausted part after coffee. I don’t think I have any plans for the next century or two.”
*The End*