REALIZATION (1/1)
 

Willow leaned her head against the shower wall, feeling the water cascading
down her back. She breathed slowly, her mind far removed from the shower
stall and the warm water. She was busy thinking about Spike and the strange
way he was acting. It had now been eight days that he had been staying with
her. It was pretty obvious that he was feeling better. He had begun eating
again and was even yelling at the telly quite often. Yet, whenever she asked
he would cough and grumble as if still in pain. It had only been a few hours
earlier that she had finally realized that he didn't want to leave. After
sitting there in stunned silence for an hour, she had finally gone upstairs
to shower, knowing she did most of her best thinking in the shower.
 

The problem was that she had no idea what to think. There was no logical
reason that she could come up with to explain why Spike would want to remain
at her house faking an illness that had passed. She knew that she couldn't
really complain. She enjoyed his company more than she had ever imagined.
There had always been a bit of tension between them, a flirting tone to their
conversations. Even when she had been involved with Tara, she had not been
able to resist flirting with Spike. Now that Tara was gone, well, Willow was
forced to admit that she might have always had feelings for the blonde
vampire. Strange, confusing, mixed up feelings.
 

She opened her eyes, deciding that she could very well think the problem to
death if she continued. So, instead, she finished her shower. She tried to
ignore the sensations on her skin, the soapy bubbles drifting over her
breasts, the warm water running across her thighs. Only too well, her mind
flashed into a familiar fantasy with Spike in the shower with her, his hands
following the same path hers were taking. Pushing that particular thought
away, she turned the water off. She knew if she continued thinking about
Spike in the shower with her, she'd end up bringing herself to orgasm in the
shower. She was getting to be rather pathetic, spending most nights dreaming
of him as her fingers danced across wetness.
 

She stood on her bathroom rug, dripping water onto it as she began to towel
herself dry. She poured some lotion into her hands, enhaling the sweet scent
of citrus and spice before spreading it over both her palms. She applied it
to her body,her wet hair hanging around her face as droplets of water ran
across her breasts, gathering around her nipples and falling down her
stomach. She had just finished smoothing the lotion onto her leg when she
heard the loud crash and curse. Startled, she pulled the towel around her
body and opened the door. She stood looking wide eyed at Spike who was laying
on the floor, sprawled on his ass with the blanket around his feet.
 

"Spike?" she said, confused as she wondered what had happened to cause him to
fall. "What are you doing here?"
 

Spike looked at her, his blue eyes scorching a path up from her bare legs
past the bottom of the towel that fell at the top of her thighs to the hands
holding the towel in a knot around her breasts up her graceful neck to her
lovely green eyes. He felt his cock react instantly, pushing against the
confines of the sweat pants he was wearing. He felt foolish, sitting on the
floor on his ass as she stood above him looking like some fire goddess or
something. She was bloody lovely, all warmth and curves and soft skin. He
could smell the scent of her lotion and shampoo coming from the bathroom
behind her, the smells so familiar they were etched in his dreams. His cock
began to throb, something that was not very good while wearing tight sweat
pants. Well, baggy sweat pants that were now tight. He groaned, unable to
tear her eyes away from hers.
 

Willow's eyes widened when she saw his eyes. They were stormy with desire and
lust and love, three emotions she never expected to see in Spike's eyes,
especially when he was looking at her. Yet, she couldn't deny them. She also
couldn't deny the rather prominant bulge that seemed to be bursting from his
sweat pants. She felt a heat spread over her body as things slipped into
place. She must have been stupid. Blind or stupid. It all made sense finally.
Him nursing her, the flirting, the thoughts that there might be something
more, him not wanting to leave her. He wanted her. Spike really wanted her.
She saw the slight flash of fear in his eyes and realized that he knew that
she knew. Now, he was sitting there scared of what she was going to do, how
she would react. She knew those fears all too well. She also knew what she
was going to do. There was no way she was going to lose him. With every ounce
of courage that she had ever felt, she kept her eyes on his as she opened her
hand, letting the towel fall to the ground.
 

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