GOING ONCE (7/?)
 

Willow smiled softly as she stood in the doorway of the living room. The
television was playing, the only light coming from the screen of the TV and
the small lamp beside the sofa. Willow let her eyes run along Spike's
sleeping form, noticing that he had kicked his boots off. His coat lay across
the armchair. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of leather and
tobacco. In less than three hours, his scent had taken over the room. She
loved his smell. Even now, annoyed with his persumption that she would
eagerly bid on and win him, she felt her stomach tighten just from that
familiar scent.
 

She moved her eyes along his body again, noticing the strip of pale flesh
that was bared from his rising T-shirt. His jeans rode low on his hips, one
leg hanging off the couch onto the floor and the other hanging over the arm
of the sofa. She moved her eyes to his face, still finding it odd that his
chest wasn't moving. He appeared dead. She had to remind herself that he
really was dead. She simply stood in the doorway, enjoying the ability to
study him without being noticed. Usually, she was always nervous that he
would see her looking at him and figure out she had feelings. With him
sleeping, she felt relaxed and could just look at him as long as she wanted
to.
 

She had spent nearly an hour in the bathtub, only getting out when the water
became chilled and her skin started to wrinkle. It had been nice, laying
there in the warm water. She had put some bubble bath in, letting the bubbles
dance along her skin. It was the most relaxed she had felt for days. Even
now, she still felt the same ease. Of course, a great portion of that could
be because Spike was asleep. Had she ventured into the living room to find
him awake and raring to argue, she'd probably have been more stressed than
before the bath. While bathing, she had seriously considered his idea and
realized that it was the only choice. He was right in thinking that someone
else winning him would be a problem. There would be questions as to why the
date could only happen after dusk, why he wasn't eating, why he was so cold
to touch. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of some woman touching him enough
to realize how cold he actually was. A wave of possessiveness that startled
her washed over her. Her decision not to fight him on this winning him thing
had nothing to do with the fact that she didn't want some other woman to
touch him. Nope, not at all. She just wanted to make things easier for him.
After all, he had been coerced into this auction thing in the first place. He
hadn't want to participate. Anya and Buffy had egged him on. They deserved to
lose.
 

She slowly moved from her position by the door, crossing the room and
shutting the curtains. She secured them with a chair, not wanting them to
blow open by the air conditioning. Since it appeared that Spike was going to
sleep on her couch, she didn't want to wake up to nothing but a pile of ash.
She moved back towards the table, taking the discarded bag of chips and the
glass into the kitchen. She knew from seeing the chips that he had probably
deliberately gotten crumbs in the sofa because she'd ask him not too. Spike
could be so much like a child at times that it amused her. She finished
cleaning up the kitchen, noticing that the microwave was flashing that it was
after four. She yawned, feeling tired now that she knew how late it was.
Shaking her head, she turned off the kitchen light and wandered back into the
living room.
 

She watched as Spike moved on the couch, one arm flinging itself over his
head as the other rested flat against his stomach. She paused, wondering for
a moment if he was really awake, pretending to sleep for some reason that
would only make sense to him. When he didn't move again after several
minutes, she walked back into the room. She turned the television off, the
constant chattering starting to get annoying. She looked back at Spike,
finding her eyes drawn to him as if by a magnet. She smiled softly, moving
into the hall and opening the closet. She found a blanket and went back to
the living room. She moved towards to sofa, unfolding the blanket and laying
it along Spike's frame. She bent down, making sure that he was covered. She
knew it was silly since he didn't feel the cold, but she just felt like he
might need a blanket. She smoothed it over his chest, trying not to spend too
much time actually touching him. If she touched, she might not stop. That
thought was better left for her fantasies.
 

She tucked the corners of the blanket around his body, making sure that he
was well covered. It got pretty cold in the living room. She was about to
stand up when she felt him shift. His hand caught the back of her head and
she gasped as he pulled her down to him. His lips claimed hers in a deep
kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he branded her. Before she knew
it, it was over. His hand had fallen and he was practically purring in his
sleep. She lifted her head, her fingers touching her lips. She waited for a
smug smile or a laughing wink but nothing came. He was really asleep. She
could hear the ragged breathing, knowing that it was her own. She shakily got
to her feet, her lips still burning from the intensity of their kiss. She
continued to watch his face for some hint of alertness. He moved in his
sleep, mumbling something she couldn't understand. She stilled when she made
out the word love. He must be dreaming, she decided. She turned off the lamp
and stumbled from the living room, her fingers still touching her bruised
lips.
 

Spike shifted on the sofa, caught up in the dream he was having. He moved
against Willow, sending himself deeper into her warmth. Her scent surrounded
him, the feel of her hair against his hand real. He could taste her on his
lips as he kissed her, claiming her mouth and leaving no doubt that she was
his. He could feel her tighten around him, feel her fingers digging into his
back as she screamed out in orgasm. He could taste her blood as he bit into
her, marking her with his bite. He growled his release as he said her name.
He shifted again, coming awake suddenly as he fell from the sofa. He glanced
around, seeing the blanket wrapped around his legs. He could feel the front
of his jeans wet against his cock. He cursed, realizing that this was the
first time he'd had a wet dream since he had been human. Bloody hell, he was
going insane. That little snippet of a girl was going to drive him nuts. He
stood, his hand clenching the blanket. He brought it up and inhaled, her
scent covering the fabric. He could already feel himself hardening just from
smelling her. He had to smile as he saw the curtains closed with the chair
holding it in place. He also realized that she must have covered him with the
blanket. That explained why he had been able to smell her so clearly. She had
been there. He moved towards the stairs, blue eyes looking up towards her
room. Smiling slightly, he went back to the couch and laid down. He pulled
the blanket over him, the smile still on his face. Maybe if he was lucky he
could pick up that dream where it had left off.
 

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