Must-haves :)

1. Willow/Spike or Willow/Angel pairing
2. A toy Eeyore and a reference to its similarility
in character to someone. [ I love eeyore.]
3. Strawberry ice-cream [my fav.]
4. A happy fic with a happy ending. [I'm a sucker for
it]
And at least 3 of these
1. The lines:" Right and it will start snowing in
Sunnydale."  " It did snow once. So I wouldn't count
on that if I were you."
2. The lines:" He is so droolable." "Is there a word
"droolable" in the first place?"
3. A bouquet of forget-me-nots or violets
4. Spike or Angel in a bathtub.
5. Someone admitting to liking Michelle Yeoh.
6. A crazy game of "Spin the Bottle"
7. A quote from Hamlet and NOT that over-used line "To
be or not to be"
8. Scented candles
9. A reference to Ricky Martin in leather pants
10. A reference to gazing at stars.
 
 

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"Spike?" Willow walked cautiously into the Crawford Street mansion.
There were a few white candles lit around the house, their glowing
flames burning the scent of vanilla into the air. "Spike?" she called
again. {Where is he?} Moving quietly she walked down the hall towards
his bedroom, knocking on the door and calling for him again. "Spike?"
      When no answer greeted her ears she carefully eased the door
open. No Spike. Candlelight flickered from beneath a door to one side
of the room. She knocked. "Spike?"
      "Come in, luv," The blond haired vampire's voice
drawled through the door. She turned the knob, pushing the door in.
      "SPIKE!" She felt herself blush, the heat rising to her face
in waves. Spike. Bathtub. Spike. Bathtub. She lowered her head,
backing slowly out of the room.
      "Dont go," He pouted, enjoying her discomfort. To his utter
surprise she stopped, her eyes still gazing steadily at the floor. He
laughed but made sure that the bubbles in the tub kept his tender
parts covered. No need to embarass her to death, after all. "Pet?" He
asked quietly when it was clear she wasn't going to move or speak.
      "Yeah?" She raised her eyes to his, trying hard to hide the
lust she knew was burning in them. {Bad girl! Vampire bad!} She
swallowed as thoughts of Spike in the bathtub continued to race
through her head.
      "Did you need something or did you come to watch me bathe?"
His blue eyes sparkled with laughter as she began to blush anew.
      "I...um..." the red head started to babble. She stopped
herself, biting her lip. When her eyes returned to his they were
filled with mischief. "Well I came to ask a favor, seeing you bathe
was just an added bonus." She smirked at him, trying to play off her
embarassment.
      The bubble covered man laughed, her brave words sparking
something within him. He let his eyes trace over her body, letting
her know he was looking at her. The blushing started again and he
laughed. "Go watch the tele, I'll be out in a few and we can talk
about your favor."
      The young witch nodded, literally running out of the room. She
didn't stop running until she reached the living room, letting the
vanilla scented candles sooth her. Grabbing the remote she flopped
onto the couch, turning on the television. {Oh! He has cable!} Why
that surprised her she didnt know - she knew the bleached blind spent
his daylight hours watching television.
      Stopping on MTV she sat back, only half listening to the
music as she thought back on her actions. Though the sight the
vampire naked in the bathtub had been embarassing to her, the thought
that he might see through her display to how she really felt had been
more embarassing in a way. And it just wouldn't do for him to know
that plain little Willow had the hots for him, now would it? When she
had 'stood up to him' she had been telling the truth though - seeing
him in the bathtub WAS an 'added bonus'. She laughed.
      "Whats so funny, Red?" She yelped as the vampire appeared out
of nowhere, falling onto the couch next to her with a smirk.
      "N...nothing," she stammered. Not trusting herself to speak
she stared at the tv, watching Ricky Marting shake his 'bon bon'.
      Spike sighed. {Why must the witch be so infuriating?} She had
been ignoring his quite obvious attempts at flirting for the past
month. When it was obvious she wasn't going to speak to him he
focused on the tv.  The tanned singer shimmied and pranced for the
camera. "What a bloody poof!" Spike exclaimed, more to himself than
her.
      "I dont know, he's sorta sexy in those leather pants." Willow
laughed.
      Spike fought to keep down his jealousy. His girl was
commenting on another man? {She's not YOUR girl, mate,} his thoughts
chastised him. "Leather pants are for sissy little nancy-boys."
      {Jealousy?} The tone of his voice gave her a start. Could he
possibly be jealous of her thinking the singer was cute? "I wouldnt
say that, Blondie, Angelus was adorable in leather pants," she
smirked, trying to bait him into further jealousy. "And he wasnt what
*I* would call a 'nancy-boy'"
      The vampire tensed next to her, literally biting his tongue
as wave after wave of jealousy rode over him. Taking a deep un-needed
breath he forced himself to calm down. "So what did you drop by for,
pet?"
      {Definitely some jealousy going on there,} she thought to
herself, smothering a grin. The thought of the vampire maybe having
feelings for her was almost too much to hope for. "I was wondering if
I could use the mansion for a party Friday?" The words tumbled out in
a rush, hoping he'd agree.
      "A party?" She nodded. Visions of hordes of teenagers dancing
to loud music flew through his mind."What kind of party, pet?"
      "Surprise party for one of my friends." Her green eyes bored
into his, silently pleading.
      "Fine, luv," he grinned at her. "You can have your party
here." She practically bounced in her seat, opening her mouth to
thank him. "But you owe me." He winked at her.
      The happiness died in her eyes. "Owe you...what?"
      "Havent figured it out yet." He laughed inside as he watched
the emotions play across her face. "Oh dont worry, pet, I wont ask
you to do anything TOO horrible."
      "Fine. Its worth it." She set her resolve face, hoping
whatever he asked for in return wouldnt be too horrible. She stood,
pulling her keys from her pocket. "Well, thanks!"  A cold hand on her
bare arm stopped her.
      "Stay and talk?" He didnt mean for the words to come out as a
plea.
      Her gaze softened. Spike was lonely. She returned to her spot
on the couch next to him, her hand absently playing with her keychain.
      "Whats that, luv?" He pulled the keychain from her hand,
holding up the small stuffed...thing? What type of demon was this?
      The look of puzzlement on his face was too much for the witch.
Losing all semblance of composure she laughed...and laughed. And when
he glared at her she laughed some more. She wiped a tear from her
eye, gasping for breath. "Thats Eeyore!" He gave her a blank
look. "From Winnie the Pooh?" Another blank look. "You're over a
hundred years old and you dont know who Eeyore and Pooh are?!?"
      He smiled at the passion in her voice as she began to descibe
the characters one by one. "And then there's Eeyore," she pointed to
the keychain he still held. "Hes...well...hes sorta like Angel...all
broody and quiet." She started laughing again.
      The thought of his uptight poof of a sire being compared to a
purple cartoon character was too much for the normally aloof vampire
and he soon found himself doubled over in laughter.
      The red haired witch found herself enjoying the conversation,
barely noticing as hours flew by. She told him about her life and
dreams. And he told her things about his life she would have rather
not known. But it touched her just the same, that he would talk to
her so openly.  She smiled in happy contentment when the time came
for her to go back to the dorms and he offered to walk with her, to
protect her from the "vampires" that "were everywhere".
     At the steps of the dorm he kissed her softly on the
forehead, causing her to blink in sleepy confusion.  {Smoochies?} Her
tired brain screamed hopefully. But the handsome blond had already
pulled away. She wanted to scream for him to come back, kiss her
again - this time on her lips! But she didn't. With a wave she
disappeared into the dorm, the thought of him kissing her chasing her
into her dreams.

*******

      "He walked her home the other night," Buffy stated matter-of-
factly as she walked with Xander, Anya and Riley towards the mansion.
      "Your point?" Xander was being stubborn. "Spike and Willow
are not going to hook up!"  Anya caught Riley's eye, motioning for
him to keep walking with her as the two friends stopped to argue.
      Buffy sighed. "Yes they are! They so obviously in total lust
with each other." The smile she gave her friend was sickly
sweet. "Just watch. They'll get together. She smirked and turned to
catch up with the others.
      "Right and it will start snowing in Sunnydale,"Xander
muttered, hurrying after her.
      "It did snow once," Buffy called back over her shoulder. "So I
wouldn't count on that if I were you."
      "Damn Slayer hearing"
      "I heard that!"

******

      The mansion looked *perfect*. Streamers were draped from the
corners ,joining together in a large cluster of balloons in the
center of the room. Soft dance music poured forth from hidden
speakers as the friends layed out the refreshments.
      "Where's the strawberry ice cream?" Buffy asked. She placed a
creamy chocolate cake on the table next to the pile of presents.
      Willow looked up from placing the last set of
balloons. "Spike went to get it."  The blond smiled at her. "What?"
      "You. Spike." the Slayer raised her eyebrows with the unspoken
question.
      "We're just friends." Willow mumbled, not meeting her best
friend's gaze.
      "Uh-huh." The slayer decided not to press it any further,
moving past her to the kitchen to get the drinks.
      Willow sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch as Xander let
in a group of guests. The guest of honor was due to arrive in 15
minutes and no strawberry ice cream in sight! She hoped Spike would
hurry up. {And not because of the ice cream either!} They had met
every night since she had walked in on him in the bathtub and she had
come to cherish the brief time she was able to spend with him. The
thought of him in the bathtub sent her young mind racing in another
direction, a small blush on her face. She was so lost in her thoughts
she hardly noticed the bleach-blond object of her desire sat down
next to her.
      "Penny for your thoughts, luv?"
      "Ahh!" She jumped slightly, finally aware of his
presence. "No thoughts here." She smiled at him. "You get the ice
cream?" He nodded, wondering to himself what had his little red head
so flustered. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she pulled her
lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it slightly as her thoughts
overwhelmed her once again. {I'll do that for you, pet,} his mind
whispered, longing to kiss her.
      "They're coming up the driveway," Xander yelled. "Everyone
hide!" Spike grabbed Willow's hand, pulling her down next to the
couch, and incidentally into his arms, as the lights were turned off.
He could hear her heart thudding in her frail chest and suddenly an
idea came to him.
      "Pet?"
      "Mm?" She murmured, enjoying the feel of his arms around her.
She almost didnt want the lights to come on and end the moment.
      "Remember that favor?" His voiced purred into her ear.
      "Yeeess?" She shivered slightly. His voice was just too damn
sexy! Her breath caught as she realized the implications of his
words. What would he want her to do. Kill her mom? Set Buffy up?
      "Time to pay up, luv." His lips brushed against hers in a
gentle kiss. Willow moaned into his mouth, giving him the opportunity
to deepen their embrace.
      "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNOW!!!" The lights flashed back on as the
guest of honor entered the room, smiling at her friends.
      "Hey Buff, where's Willow?" Xander asked, looking around the
room for his best bud.
The blond just smiled, walking over to look out one of the
windows. "Buff? Whatcha doin?"
      Turning, the Slayer pointed to the couple, still cuddling on
the floor kissing. "Just seeing if it had started snowing."

END FIC
 

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