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"Willow!"

Willow groaned as she threw the pillow at the door in a desperate
attempt to drown out her mother's annoying voice.

"Willow Ann!"

Willow stormed out of her room and stood at the top of the stairs
staring down at her mother. She was so exhausted, last night had been
a late night research that ended with a group fight against the
latest demon to come to Sunnydale in the hopes of opening the
hellmouth. She hadn't gotten to bed until 3:30 that very morning, and
Spike had practically had to carry her there to begin with because
her legs simply refused to work. Now it was 8:00 in the morning and
her mother was waking her up already, oblivious to the fact that her
own daughter had assisted in saving the world yet again. "What is it
Mom?" Willow asked angrily.

Her mother looked up at her with her hand on her hips, "Well, look
who got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Willow rolled
her eyes and her mother continued, "Don't forget that Doreen is
coming over to drop off Chloe tonight at 6:30. Your father and I are
leaving now to go to the airport. Have a good weekend!"

Willow threw up her hands, "Wait a minute! What do you mean Doreen is
dropping off Chloe at 6:30?"

Mrs. Rosenburg sighed, "Willow, you promised her you'd babysit
tonight."

Willow smacked herself in the forehead, "Oh! I forgot! Fine," she
waved her hands wanting nothing more than to get in a few more hours
of sleep. "Just go, have a good time in Mexico."

"Buenos Aires, Dear."

"Wherever." Willow said as she walked back to her room. She heard the
front door shut and picked up her pillow at the door before she
plopped down in her bed ready to sleep for the next 5 hours. She
climbed under the covers and snuggled up to her pillow. She was
chilly and she grabbed her quilt and pulled it over herself.

"Hey!" A voice yelled as the quilt was pulled back to the other side
of the bed.

Willow sat up, suddenly wide awake at the sound of a man's voice. She
pulled the covers back to find the lean body of Spike in her bed.
"Spike! What are you doing here?"

Spike pulled the covers back on himself and settled into her pillow,
"Trying to catch some shut eye Red, which, I might add, is not an
easy thing to do in this house." He closed his eyes.

Willow's heart raced. She had slept with Spike. She had never been so
thankful to find herself clothed in her boxers and t-shirt before in
her life. "Spike!" she cried, "Get out of my bed!"

Spike opened one eye, "You don't want me to get out of this bed Pet."

"Yes I do! Get out of my bed!"

Spike sighed, "Okay then." He climbed out from under the covers and
turned to face Willow, a smirk playing on his face.

Willow's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the magnificent sight of
a naked Spike. His lean body shined in the light of the room. Willow
quickly covered her eyes; the image of him seared forever into her
memory. "Spike, cover yourself up!"

Spike shrugged his shoulders and jumped back into the bed under the
covers.

Willow leaped out of the bed and stomped her foot, "Spike! That's not
what I meant. Now c'mon, I'm exhausted and I have to watch Chloe
tonight and I really need my rest." Willow could barely ignore her
body's reactions to the thought of being next to Spike, a naked
Spike, a very hard, naked Spike."

Spike smiled, Willow's scent filled the room. He turned her on, the
thought causing his cock to harden. He crawled across the bed to her,
letting the blankets fall from his hard body. Before she could move
he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down so that they were
face to face. He smiled inwardly when her breath caught in her throat
and she tried not to sneak a peek at his manlyhood. "Come back to bed
Willow," he ordered in a husky voice, "Now." Before she could argue
he pulled her into the bed with him and trapped her underneath his
own body. She began to speak and he captured her opened mouth with
his, thrusting his tongue inside, searching for hers. He felt her
return his kiss passionately and knew she wanted the same thing. He
ripped off her boxers and she rolled them over; Spike pleased at her
assertiveness.

Willow straddled his waist, suddenly aware of his erection under her.
She saw the lust returned in his eyes and slowly removed her shirt,
baring her naked breasts. Spike at once captured her breasts, one in
his mouth the other caressed by his hand. Willow moaned and closed
her eyes as she ran her fingers through his short, blonde hair. She
pulled his lips in closer as she began gyrating her hips against him.
Spike lay back against the pillow, one hand squeezing her nipple and
the other finding her swollen clit. Willow threw her head back as she
felt her climax building. Spike raised her so that he could position
himself at her entrance. Willow gently placed herself atop his long
staff, suddenly unsure of herself. Before she could muster any second
thoughts Spike slammed her down, impaling her onto his aching cock.
They both cried out and Willow began pumping herself, Spike filling
her completely. All those times with Oz paling to this one
experience. Her breath came in quick gasps and her heart felt as if
it would explode out of her chest.

Spike met her every thrust, using her hips as leverage to make her
slam onto him. She was so hot and tight, so very tight. He felt his
balls ache and knew he was close. He began rubbing her clit, wanting
her to cum with him. "Ride me Willow, harder!" he cried out just
before spilling his cold seed into her depths. He pinched her clit as
he came and felt her walls spasm against him.

Willow screamed his name and fell atop him, exhausted. "Okay," she
said when she had finally caught her breath; "You can stay in the
bed."

Spike smiled, closing his eyes as he embraced her. They both fell
into a deep slumber that lasted for hours.
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Spike felt as if he were on fire. He opened his eyes to find a very
clammy Willow next to him. He touched her forehead, "Willow," he said
waking her "you're burning up Luv."

Willow grimaced, kicking off the covers. "I feel hot." She whimpered.

Spike glanced longingly at her naked body but quickly pushed the
thought out of his head. He covered her with a sheet and went into
the bathroom to retrieve an aspirin and a cup of water. "Here," he
said, helping her to sit up, "Take this."

Willow popped the two aspirin into her mouth and washed them down
with a small cup of water. She plopped back down to the pillow and
fell fast asleep.

Spike grabbed the remote before lying back in bed. He turned on the
TV and flipped through the channels until he came to a good horror
movie on HBO. Willow turned over and rested herself on his cool body.

An hour later Willow finally awoke. She moaned as she turned over,
"What time is it?"

"It's 6:00 Pet, you slept the whole day."

Willow startled at the sound of Spike's voice and then remembered the
events of the morning. She smiled shyly and covered her exposed
breasts.

Spike hovered above her smiling, "Now Red, I already saw those this
morning, no need to hide them now." He started raining kisses down
her throat as his hands found her soft breast.

Willow closed her eyes at the sensation his touch filled her with,
and then registered what he had said, "Wait a minute, did you say it
was 6:00?"

Spike looked up at her, "Yea, so?"

Willow sighed deeply, "My cousin is dropping off her daughter Chloe
in a half hour."

"What for?" Spike was annoyed at the prospect of having to share his
witch with some kid for the evening.

"I told her I would babysit tonight." Willow got out of bed and
slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She brought her hand to
her aching head. "Ooh, I don't feel good."

"I'd guess not, considering you've been running a fever for the last
couple of hours." Spike said from behind her.

Willow turned to look at him, noticing that he was also dressed in
his trademark black jeans and black T-shirt. "How am I going to get
through tonight with Chloe when I feel like shit?" She whined. Her
eyes widened as an idea struck her.

Spike put his hands up and shook his head vehemently, "Oh no! Sorry
Red, not gonna do it. No way!"

Willow crawled across the bed to him, "Please Spike," she batted her
eyes at him. "I'll buy your blood for a month."

Spike crossed his arms, "Nope."

Willow stood on the bed so that she was a full head taller than
Spike, "I'll repay you any way you want." She said, placing her arms
on his shoulders and her breasts in his face.

Spike moaned at the aroma of their coupling that surrounded her.
"Anything?"

"Anything."

Spike threw her back onto the bed, devouring her lips in a deep kiss.
She had him wanting her all of the time. What was one night with a
kid? He could do it; after all, he was a master vampire. They heard
the doorbell ring.

"Spike," Willow said, "Spike they're here. Let me up!"

Spike sat up and stared at Willow, "Fine. You could make them wait
awhile."

Willow managed a small smile as she got up and straightened her hair
in the mirror. Her head and body ached. She knew she had gotten a bug
of some sort. Hopefully she could just get through the night. Spike
got up to follow her, "Um," she started, "maybe you should stay up
here until Doreen leaves. I don't want her to get any bad thoughts
seeing a man in the house."

Spike sat back down on the bed. "Right." He said, turning his
attention to the TV.

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Spike heard the annoying woman Willow called Doreen leave. She had
hung around for 45 minutes telling Willow all sorts of instructions.
He walked down the stairs to find a flushed Willow lying on the couch
and a little girl of about 2 sitting on the floor amidst a pile of
toys that had come with her. She looked up at Spike and smiled. He
walked quietly over to Willow and felt her forehead, she was still
feverish.

Willow sighed pleasantly as Spike's hand cooled her brow. "Ahh,
that's feels good." She said smiling up at him.

Spike sat on the couch next to his lover, "So what's this child's
name anyway?"

"Her name is Chloe, and she's 2 and a half. Chloe, this is Spike. Say
hi to Spike."

Chloe looked up at the vampire, "Hi 'Pike." She waved.

"Hello Chloe." Spike said obviously bored.

Chloe got up and toddled over to Spike with a small piano. "Here
'Pike," she said, "you wanna pway wif me?"

Spike looked over at Willow smiling at him and then back at the child
in front of him. He took the piano from her and laid it across his
lap. It had been a long time since he had played an instrument. He
began to hit a few notes when Chloe stopped him.

"No, no 'Pike! Pway Old MacDonald." She insisted.

Spike sighed, "I'm afraid I don't know that one kid. Maybe Auntie
Willow does."

Willow sang a few bars of the requested song. On the third verse
Spike had picked up the simple tune and played along on the toy piano.

Two hours later Willow was fast asleep on the couch with an ice pack
on her forehead, and Chloe was still going at top speed. Spike had
had just about enough of the whole babysitting thing and was ready to
simply call it quits when Chloe finally stopped running laps around
the dining room table as she screamed verse after verse of Old
MacDonald's Farm. Spike put his head back against his chair and
closed his eyes, reveling in the sudden silence of the evening. For
the first time in decades he found himself thanking Angelus for
turning him before he could ever have children. His thoughts were cut
short when a small book was placed on his leg. He watched as Chloe
climbed onto his lap. "What are you doing?" he asked surprised.

Chloe smiled at him and said, "You wanna weed dis to me 'Pike?" She
turned herself around and leaned her back up against him, looking at
the book she had opened.

Spike sat there speechless for a moment. He looked at the book and
cleared his throat, "Winnie the Pooh's Honey Adventures." He read
awkwardly. He shifted under the small weight and positioned Chloe so
that she was sitting on only one of his legs. Spike quickly glanced
over at Willow, making sure that she was still asleep before
continuing. He cleared his throat again and began the story, "Winnie
the Pooh was a bear of little brain. But he had a big, loving
heart…"

Spike found himself for the first time ever, cursing Angelus for
turning him at such a young age.

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Willow stretched her arms out as she sat up on the couch. Her fever
had finally broken and she already felt much better. Apparently her
body just demanded that she actually sleep for more than 4 hours at a
time. She glanced at her watch and found that it was nearly 1:00 in
the morning. Doreen was due back in about a half-hour to pick up
Chloe. She looked to her left to find the child cuddled up in Spike's
lap sound asleep. Spike himself appeared to be sleeping, although it
was hard to tell because he didn't breath. His head was lying against
the chair cushion and his arm cradled Chloe in a protective embrace.

Willow leaned back on the couch and smiled.
 

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