Title: Kiss or Kill
                Author: Inell
                Email: Inell13@w...
                Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
                Distribution: Kiss or Kill and the Usual Suspects
                Rating: R
                Feedback: Would be great.
                Notes: Something silly to celebrate Kiss or Kill, the site for my fic.
                (http://www.qwikpages.com/surfcity/kissorkill) if anyone wants to see
                just how little a life I have. Giggle. Ah, but what a way to live it.
                Snicker. :) Just celebrated my fifth month writing. Yay me. :)
 

                KISS OR KILL (3/?)
 

                "Shag?" Willow said, her face suddenly turning red. "You
                mean....s---e---x?" she whispered and spelled the last word.
 

                That was the final straw. Spike started to laugh. Not even a small
                chuckle, but a loud, tears on his face laugh.
 

                Willow drew herself up, her pride wounded. "What is so funny?"
 

                "You pet," he said simply. "How bloody old are you?"
 

                "I'll be seventeen in a few weeks!" she said, her voice rising.
 

                "Sixteen years old and you can't even say the word sex?" he laughed
                harder, thankful he had gone to the park that night. She was amusing.
 

                "I can to. I just" Willow was at a loss for words. She had no idea why
                she had acted so prudish. She could say sex. She and Buffy had discussed
                the topic several times.
 

                "Just what luv?" he asked, the laughter stopping, but the smile still on
                his face.
 

                "Oh, nevermind" she said, moving away from him.
 

                Spike reacted instantly, grabbing her arm. "Uh uh, Red. You aren't going
                anywhere until I am through with you."
 

                "Why? So you can make fun of me some more? I get enough of that from my
                friends. I don't need my enemies doing it too" she said, glaring at him.
 

                Spike felt displeasure go through him seeing the slight pain in her
                eyes. "Your friends make fun of you? Pet, I'd say it was time to make
                some new friends."
 

                "They don't mean to. They just speak without thinking" she defended.
 

                "Loyal, aren't you chit?" he remarked, suddenly wondering what it would
                take to get her to be that loyal to him. No one had ever been on his
                side before.
 

                "Yes" she said softly, amazed by the change in his eyes and his face. He
                looked almost wistful. She found her gaze riveted on his handsome face,
                watching as his eyes darkened, his eyes on her mouth. She felt as though
                the air was electric, her breathing ragged.
 

                "Yes what?" he asked softly, his cock hardening at the breathless was
                she spoke the simple word. What was happening to him? He was Spike for
                bloody sakes. Not some sappy silly human. Yet, he found himself wanting
                nothing more at that moment to scoop her up, hold her close and protect
                her from all the evil was existed outside her innocent view. How could
                someone who had seen so much...who had fought so much...still be so
                untouched? She was an enigma.
 

                "What was the question?" Willow asked slowly, moving towards him
                slightly. She couldn't stop herself...couldn't stop this. She knew deep
                down that she had no desire to stop it.
 

                "Shag or kill" Spike's words were cut off this time as she gently touched
                his mouth with hers. Surprised, he smiled at her courage before pulling
                her closer, his tongue claiming her completely. He had his answer.
 

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