Fate smiled at the two people. From what he could see, much fun had been had by both. He decided that it was time to go. They were almost to Spike's apartment. He was not a peeping tom, and, if what he hoped happened did, he didn't think it his place to watch. With a wave of the hand, he was gone.

"Well, that was fun." Willow said.

"Amazing isn't it?"

"What?"

"The fact that there is fun to be had that doesn't include research or favors for the slayer. This was just the beginning Pet."

"Oh...I all ready knew that. Just never really got to experience it." Willow smiled shyly. "Thank you."

"Anytime pet. Oh....don't tell anyone I lost 'k? Might ruin my reputation."

Willow hid a giggle. "Yes Sir. I won't breathe a word of it..."

She pulled up to the curb outside Spike's apartment. She had had a fabulous time. He was great company, once you got through the 'I am vampire, here me roar' act. She had laughed more that evening than she had in months. She was very happy that she had taken the chance and gone with him. She had even managed to keep her thoughts away from her fantasies and just enjoy his company.

Spike looked at her from the passenger seat. She was lost in her thoughts. She had that cute faraway look on her face that he had noticed the last few weeks. He couldn't believe that he had enjoyed their time together so much. He had assumed that it was mostly lust on his part, but he found that he liked having her friendship. When she looked at him, he felt like the most important person...vampire....around. She was smart too. Nothing like Dru. He really hoped that they might get together again. It was the first time he had been out with a friend since he had been back in Sunnydale. He wasn't sure if he was willing to risk that newfound friendship over a case of lust.

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home." Willow said, smiling at him.

"That we are....It was lovely Red. Most enjoyable." he tried to open the door, but it stuck. "Got a bit of a problem here."

"OH...sorry. Let me." She leaned over him and jiggled the handle.

He breathed in her scent and felt her body touch his.

"That should do it." Willow turned, bringing her mouth dangerously close to his. Her eyes met his.

He couldn't control the urge. He had to taste her. Just a kiss. One little kiss. Spike lowered his mouth, his lips gently nudged hers, tasting, savoring. He lifted his head and waited for a protest that never came. In the next moment, his mouth settled on hers.

At the first touch of Spike's lips, Willow want all liquid inside. Her hand slipped behind his neck, her touch tentative, unsteady. His mouth was like a blazing fire, sending an inferno of wild desire spinning through her. She strained toward him, aching to be closer to his body, her breasts brushing softly against his chest. Spike drew back and stared into her passion filled eyes.

"Open your mouth for me," he gently commanded, his lips against hers.

Willow complied and his tongue filled her mouth, finding hers waiting and wanting. He lured her tongue into his mouth and sucked it gently. She moaned low and deep in her throat, and the intimate, sexy sound seemed to make Spike's control snap. He loosened his hold on her enough to get his hand between them and under the bottom of her shirt.

Willow was beyond any form of reasoning. Spike's lips, his hands, were making her feel things she never thought possible. A warm, languid heat began to build deep inside her, making her weak with need, with wanting. Her body arched against his, seeking fulfillment.

"Easy kitten...easy," he whispered the words in her ear, his voice low and seductive.

Then his mouth was on hers again, hungrily, as if starved for the taste of her. He ran his tongue along her cheek to her ear. His teeth nibbled at the flesh of her lobe, biting it gently. His mouth was wet and hot, raining fiery kisses along her neck, forging a path to the aching swells of her breasts.

Willow's hands weren't idle. They unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped inside and stroked his skin. His chest was hard muscled, his body cold as she slid her palms over him, slipping his shirt off shoulders. He pushed her back onto the seat and pulled her shirt over her head. His teeth grazed one nipple, his tongue wetting the silky fabric of her bra. He circled the hard bud with this tongue while his hand found her breast and molded it. She cried out softly and arched her body to his mouth. He slid the strap down, moving the cup down to expose her breast. When he lowered his mouth and touched the hard peak with his tongue, Willow moaned and moved her hips against him in a message of desire. He sucked harder, pulling more of her into his mouth. Slowly, he released all but the tiny bud, which he held captive between his teeth.

"Spike..." she hissed.

His name on her lips was like adding gasoline to a raging fire. His hands were all over now, caressing her rib cage, inching her pants down, exposing her green satin panties. He ran his finger down her middle, then between her legs. He moved his leg between hers, and her warmth seeped into him as her tongue played with his. Her hips rocked against his, causing him to harden even more. all he could think about was stripping off his clothes and sinking deep into her. Make her beg him for release.....make her cry out his name....make her his...He pushed against her hard, and she cried out in desire. Suddenly, a car alarm went off in the distance.

Willow blinked then stiffened as the awareness of where she was and what she was doing hit her. Her eyes widened in shock as they locked with Spike's. Mortified, she cringed and slammed her lids shut.

Spike leaned back against the door and took in the image in front of him. Her shirt was pushed up, her breast bared to his gaze. Her pants were pushed down past her knees. Her hair was mussed. Her lips were red and swollen from his kiss. She was quivering with unreleased desire. He ran a hand over his face before pulling his shirt on.

"Sorry Luv. Got a bit carried away there. Forgot where we were....I'd better go."

He took one last look at her before getting out of the car. He was hard and ready. (Bloody hell, I could have just forced her...Why did I stop? Hell, I don't want our first time together to be in the front of her damn car....Cold shower.....)

Willow watched him go and fought the urge to call him back. (Goddess, I think I understand what all the fuss is about now...Oh no....Spike saw me naked! And he didn't want me....Oh my....how am I going to face him?) She pulled herself together and started home. The memory of his cold hands on her hot flesh still fresh in her mind.
 

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