Spike opened the door and motioned her inside. She went into the apartment and looked around. It was the first time he had allowed anyone into his 'sacred realm' as he referred to it. She was startled to see that it was rather nice. Very clean. Very organized. She moved towards a bookcase. Startled, she saw several titles that she herself owned.
"Welcome home, Red." Spike said sarcastically as he came up behind her. She jumped at his closeness.
"I'm sorry to put you out like this Spike. I know you value your privacy. If you'd like, I can always call Angel."
Spike looked at her, the humor leaving his eyes. "Over my dead body." he hissed.
Willow felt a chuckle.
Annoyed, Spike looked at her. "What?"
"You ARE dead, so it wouldn't be that difficult...." she said laughing.
He watched her and felt himself harden at the sound of laughter. (Blimey....how can I make it through seven days? I want to throw her to the floor now, and she'd been here all of seven minutes. Control, Spike my boy. Control.)
"Ha ha...Your room is there. I tend to ignore the temperature, so if you feel cold, turn the heat on. That's the bathroom. I have my own so don't worry about sharing. There are plenty of towels. There should be enough room for your stuff. The drawers are empty. All I ask is that you don't leave the towels on the floor. I hate when wet towels are left on the floor. Ruins the floor when water seeps through. I like things relatively clean, but I'm not as obsessed as Peaches. That man would scowl if you moved a book too close to the edge of a table. Kitchen is there. You can buy food if you need it. All I have is popcorn, some ice cream, chips, a bit of soda...WHAT?" he demanded.
"You sound worse than Xander. I thought vampires didn't eat people food, just people."
"Well, you'll learn, I'm not like most vampires." he said cockily, going towards his bedroom. "I'm getting cleaned up. If you need anything, get it yourself."
"No you aren't" Willow whispered, watching his lean body as walked away.
She loved his ass. She loved those jeans. She loved his ass in those jeans. Suddenly feeling warm, she grabbed her bag and hurried into the spare bedroom.
(Oh Goddess....how can I make it through seven days without raping him? I wonder if he's changing....maybe I could pop in to ask a question....catch a glimpse of his pale nude flesh....) She sat on the bed and fell back with a groan as she heard the shower start. Images of a nude Spike soapy with water trailing down his chest filled her mind. (I wish I were a drop of water....Oh Goddess....Help me!)
Fate scowled. He hadn't realized that the apartment had two bathrooms. That may cause a problem. How were they supposed to fall in love and make things happen if they didn't share intimate space? He'd just have to fix it. His cell phone beeped.
Hello. Yes Lover. I'm coming. Just had to check on my kids. Things are going well. I still have some problems, but I wager that by the end of the week, they are sharing a bed. See you in a minute, Lucky.
He hung up and took one last look at Willow. She
was ready. Not much longer....Smiling, he vanished. He didn't want to keep
Luck waiting.