Requested by Chriself:
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Line: "You're just saying that to be annoying"
Disclaimer: Joss owns them both
Rating: PG13
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Willow watched Spike move around the room, the blond vampire pacing like a caged tiger. She had noticed in the months he had been helping them after his experience with the Initiative that he hated being confined. He was restless and impatient and didn’t like to sit still very long. She wondered if vampires could have ADD, that thought causing her to giggle.
Spike spun around and faced her when he heard the giggle, his blue eyes narrowing as he saw her quickly look back at her book, trying to pretend that she had not been watching him. Silly little witch, he thought crossly, wondering if she honestly believed he hadn’t noticed her habit of studying him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Of course, he did his fair amount of looking at the pretty little redhead so he guessed he really had no right to complain that she seemed to be fascinated by him. He’d become rather obsessed with her, if he were entirely honest, though he’d never admit that some innocent girl had piqued his interest.
“What’s so funny, Red?” he demanded to know, not at all liking the idea of his girl laughing at him. His girl? Bloody hell, mate, you need to get away from her, and fast! Going to do something stupid if you don’t get far, far away from that pretty little girl and her wide green eyes and that beautiful smile and her scent, Gods, she smelled so good, all innocent and aroused and like magic. Enough to harden him, just smelling her intoxicating aroma.
“Um, nothing. No giggling here,” Willow said as her face flushed, hoping he hadn’t caught her ogling his ass in those tight jeans. Darn it! It wasn’t her fault she’d been staring. He was too good looking, too dangerous, too wicked, too tempting. Stupid damn vampire, she frowned as she glared at her book.
“You sayin’ I’m hearing things, pet?” Spike asked with a slight smile, loving to tease his girl, finding it one of the most enjoyable bits of his day. He groaned softly as he imagined teasing her in another way, one that involved her naked and tied to his bed, her body flushed with arousal instead of embarrassment, wet and ready for him, begging for his touch, begging for him. He glanced down at the erection that was pressing against his jeans, moving behind a chair and leaning against it so she wouldn’t notice the affect she had on him. He wanted the chit, planned to have her one day, but he didn’t fancy meeting the wrong end of the slayer’s stake so he had to be patient and slowly seduce his girl instead of simply tossing her over his shoulder and taking her to his crypt to have his wicked way with her.
“N-no,” Willow stammered, hating that he had the ability to turn her into a sputtering twit with just a smirk or teasing question.
“Then what was so amusing that it caused you to giggle?” Spike pushed, rolling his eyes as he realized he was actually having a conversation about a giggle. He was thankful there were no witnesses to this, thinking he had sunk to a new low in his pursuit of his witch.
“Stubborn bastard,” Willow muttered as she glanced at him, her green eyes narrowing as she saw the smug smirk on his lips.
“You’re just saying that to be annoying,” he told her with a smile that was becoming more affectionate and less smug, “but thanks for the compliment, luv. Now, what were you all snickering and giggly about?”
“I don’t even remember,” Willow groaned, glaring at him as she asked, “why does everything have to be difficult with you? It was just something silly and private and none of your business, darn it!”
“Well, I reckon it’s cause I fancy you, Willow,” Spike lazily drawled after giving her a moment to calm down, loving this side of her, the side he was always able to provoke. His gorgeous spitfire, her eyes gleaming with passion and desire, her hair like fire around that pretty face, no longer the quiet little mouse but his stubborn outspoken wicked little minx. He suddenly frowned as he realized what he had said, having had no intention of announcing to her that he liked her. And blast, he’d used her real name!
“You fancy me?” Willow whispered, searching his eyes to see if this was a joke, to see if he was merely teasing her again, something he seemed to love doing. He really meant it. Oh my God, she couldn’t believe it, wondering if this was just another dream. She’d had a crush on him for months and had often dreamed of him suddenly announcing he loved her and sweeping her into his arms. She watched his face close up, his eyes grow cold, his lips curving into a frown as he seemed to realize what he’d just admitted, fear flashing in his eyes for a moment before he looked away from her.
“Forget it, Red,” he said sharply, feeling like a bigger pathetic wanker than normal for having handled this so poorly. His big plans of seducing her and then shagging her before confessing his growing emotions had just been ruined. Should have known better, he thought, angry at himself for being such a weak fool for love yet again. She was all that was good in this miserable world, and he, well, he was a monster who didn’t even deserve to talk to her, much less love her or receive her love in return.
Willow slowly smiled, deciding that it was time for her to be pro-active in her pursuit of happiness. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she thought to herself as she moved forward, her hand moving along his cheek as she forced him to look at her. She smiled gently as she said, “I rather fancy you too, Spike,” before she leaned up and brushed her lips against his, his hands moving behind her back and pulling her against his body as he deepened the kiss.
*End*