"That is not a word!"

"Yes it is. Look it up."

"I don't have to look it up. It won't be there."

Willow looked at Spike in disgust. They were playing scrabble. He was winning. She hated when he won. He reminded her about it constantly.

"I told you----quit using slang. Especially, foreign slang. I can't really pick up a Russian dictionary and see if that is in there. It's not fair!" she whined.

Spike smiled. He had been making up words all evening. Everytime she doubted one, he came up with a definition. He was really glad that she hadn't asked him to repeat any of them. He wanted her to lose. He had to beat her at something. She had been with him just one day. They had been playing games since dawn. First, she'd whipped him at Monopoly...then it was Clue...now it was Scrabble. Well, he was tired of it. He looked at her scowling face. She was gnawing on her lip, looking at the board then at her tiles. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. He groaned. Startled, she looked up at him. Her green eyes innocent and clear.

"You ok?"

"Uh huh..." he said.

She turned her attention back to her tiles. She couldn't think. She didn't want to play this stupid game. She could think of many more enjoyable games that they could be playing. All of them involved naked, writhing bodies...It should be illegal for someone dead to look that good. Even Angel had never been that sexy. Well, when he was Angelus...that leather...that sarcasm....nothing compared to Spike though. He was a God. He had a marvelous sense of humor...he was loyal, he could be sweet and kind...he could also be mean and evil. Willow hated to admit to herself that she was even turned on by the idea of evil Spike. When he had kidnapped her and Xander, it had taken all her strength not to take advantage of his drunken stupor. She still got wet thinking about his closeness...his words whispered against her skin....her mind then flashed to the car....groaning, she opened her eyes and looked at her tiles. Fuck, she hated to lose. She put a word out and counted her points.

Spike had heard her groan. He could also smell her arousal. (What is the little chit thinking about over there? Probably remembering some romantic moment with that fleabag.) Growing angrier at the thought that his Willow was thinking about the wolf, he got up.

"Game over. I win."

Willow was surprised. He seemed angry. Just moments ago he was laughing and at ease. She wondered what had happened.

"This time. Next time, cheater, I'll whip your ass." she said perkily, sticking her tongue out at him.

He felt himself harden. "To hell with it" he uttered.

He went to her and brought her up for a bruising kiss. He was punishing her for thinking about the wolf while with him. He was surprised when she returned the kiss full force. Her hands running over his chest....bringing his head down closer to hers...He brought her body into his and heard her gasp as she came in contact with his erection. He pulled away from her and stumbled towards the chair. She fell back onto the sofa, her knees weak from desire. (Why does he always pull away? He must forget who he is with....He doesn't want me....)

Spike was disgusted with himself. He was supposed to be protecting her, not taking advantage of her. She was still an innocent child. He couldn't do that to her. They all trusted him, HIM, to make sure she was safe.

He looked at her and said, "Sorry. Won't happen again...." he turned and headed out the door.

Willow closed her eyes. She felt like crying. (Won't happen again....oh Goddess, I hope he's wrong....I want him. If I don't have him soon, I might explode. Wait, where the hell is he going? He's supposed to stay with me. Great, now Mr Evil Guy will probably come kill me. Perfect end to a perfect day. I hope he gets my blood all over this tidy little room. Maybe then Spike will wish he'd stayed here and fucked me unconscious....Oh no, I'm turning into Buffy....all I can think about is sex...with Spike...) She groaned and put her head in her hands. (He'd better come back soon. I don't want to die before I get him in bed.)

Fate kicked at the table. Damn. That idiot fucked up again. Why in all the world do I pick the one vampire with a conscience? Most would have all ready claimed her. But not him. Noooo, he has to be strong. Hell, she's aching for him. I was hoping I wouldn't have to interfere anymore. Doesn't look like it....What to do...what to do....that damn twerp seems oblivious to her desires....he acts like she's some innocent little girl that he might lead astray....Suddenly, Fate smiled. That's it... time for Mr Vampire to realize that Willow is a grown girl with needs....needs that she wants him to satisfy...He started laughing. Things were looking up. Now, where did that bimbo say that store was? he muttered to himself before disappearing.
 
 

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