Buffy just smiled. "Well, good. I was about to warn you not to turn around, but, since you're over him, you can."
Willow's eyes widened and she looked behind her. He was leaning against the bar watching the dancers. His eyes moving over the people in the Bronze. He looked delicious. She hadn't seen him in a week. Not since the disaster on the computer. She had learned about him, but lost him in the process. She looked over his slim body, encased in tight black jeans and a blue t-shirt. His ever present leather duster covering the shirt.
"Doesn't he realize that this is California? You'd think those dumb vampires would learn that leather in a bit conspicuous." Willow mumbled, trying to stop drooling. She watched as he lifted his glass to his perfect lips, his long fingers curled around it. Not so long ago, those fingers had been curled around her. She felt herself growing wet thinking about it. She watched as a drop slid down the side of the glass, touching his finger. She licked her lips, wishing she that close to him.
"Earth to Willow. Come in Willow."
"Huh?" Willow turned to look into Buffy's amused eyes.
"Remember, not obvious. I thought you might melt if you kept staring."
"Ha ha...I love this song." Willow said, sitting up straighter.
"Excuse me, Willow?" she turned and saw Parker standing beside her. "Can we talk?"
"Dance with me." She said, moving to the dance floor. He watched her a moment and then decided why not. He wanted to know who had attacked him. Since her name had been mentioned, he assumed she'd know. But, seeing her move to the music, he forgot about the warning. He pulled her slim body into his and began to move to the music.
Spike sat his glass down, taking the opportunity
to see Willow again. She was no longer at the table. Frowning, his eyes
scanned the club. He clenched the glass when he saw her on the floor dancing
with that Puker fellow. He had warned that punk. He had only been away
from her for a week. It had seemed like a year. He hated this. He had told
her things he had never thought he'd tell another being. Personal things.
He hated that she knew so much about him now. He saw that boy put his hand
on Willow's ass. He heard a noise and looked down, astonished to see that
he had broken the glass. He stood up and moved into the shadows. He'd wait,
then he'd strike.