Willow looked around her room. It was just a boring sweet little girl's room. That's all she saw. *Goddess, I hate this* she thought. She walked over to her closet and grabbed a silky green tank top and a green skirt to match. *Time for the Bronze* she thought as she stripped of her fuzzy sweater. *I am going to have some fun.*

She arrived at the club thirty minutes later and it was alive with music and people. She immediately began to move to the beat dancing with one guy then another. She lost herself in the rhythm and crowd and was having a blast. When she grew tired of the same guys with the same ideas she went to grab a drink and three more guys offered to pay for it. She smiled at a blonde teenager.

"Thanks for the drink," she whispered into his ear. She could feel him melt beneath her hands as she touched his chest. *Boys* she thought shaking her head and walked back to the dance floor. She left her cup on a table and began to dance to another song. A brunette stepped into her range and she smiled.

~I hate the world today, your so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you, but you look at me like/
Maybe I'm an angel underneath~

"Hey baby," he said, pulling her close. "What's up for me and you tonight?" he asked.

Willow smiled at him. "I ain't your baby and nothing is up for us tonight," she said, pushing him away and wrapping herself around the next available guy. She did this for another half an hour making every single want her and every taken guy wish he were single. Willow smiled as she grabbed another drink and watched a few drape themselves around her. She pushed them aside as her favorite song started.

"Hey, Willow, dance with me," a few asked at once.

She smiled and suddenly one figure pushed them all away.

"This one's mine, mates," Spike said taking Willow's hand. She smiled as he led her onto the dance floor.

~Innocent and sweet, yesterday I cried
You must have been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused, I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one~

Willow watched him as he moved with her perfectly. His black tee shirt and black jeans fit him too well. His hands rested lightly on her hips as they moved. He wasn't even trying to move in on her like the rest of the guys of the night.

"What a spitfire you are tonight," he said grinning.

Willow nodded. "It's as good a night as any," she said. "Why, you don't like it?" she asked.

"No, Red, I love it," he said.

Willow smiled. "Good," she whispered pulling him closer. Every man in the Bronze glared at the blonde who was now occupying Willow's attention.

~I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way~

Willow felt like they danced for an eternity. As they danced Spike admired the new fire in her eye and her every move and curve. *She's gorgeous* he thought, *I knew she had it in her*. Willow smiled, knowing his eyes were all over her. She never would've thought that Spike, her biggest crush ever, would be dancing with her tonight let alone looking at her like she was a real woman.

"So you wanna be my girl tonight, Red?" he asked casually, praying the red head wouldn't turn him away like the rest of the humans.

Willow eyed him slowly. "Actually, sweets, I was thinking more along the terms of you being mine," Willow told him.

Spike smiled. "You're my kind of girl, pet," he said, grinning.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Willow said, pulling his face closer. She leaned up and his lips captured hers passionately.

~So take me as I am
This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing~

Willow pulled him off the dance floor and led him towards them door. As they left all the men looked at Spike angrily.

"Sorry, mates," he said, shrugging helplessly. "I can't argue with the lady."

Willow shook her head and walk out the door leaving Spike to catch up with her.

~I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between~

By the time Spike caught up with her she was half way through the park. He caught her arm and spun her around. He looked down at the defiant little redhead and her eyes sparkled. She was daring him to try something. He pulled her closer and his lips captured hers for the second time that night. He expected her to push him away but instead her fingers snaked through his hair and she kissed him harder.

"Let's find some place a little more comfortable. Shall we?" Willow asked.

Spike nodded and led her off the path. A few minutes later they arrived at a small building. She followed him in and he opened the door to a small dark apartment. Spike barely had a chance to close the door before Willow had him pinned against the wall.

"Getting feisty aren't we?" he asked, grinning.

Willow grinned back. "Shut up, Spike," she said.

"Gladly," he whispered, pulling her into another kiss. Their tongues dueled and both were trying to fill their own hunger. His lips ravaged her neck and shoulder. Willow captured every piece of available skin with her lips. She ripped his shirt off and continued to drink him in. He pulled her from the wall and led her into the bedroom. Willow pulled off her own tank top and pulled him back to her once again. His hands moved over her skin slowly teasing her as much as he could and she would allow.

She kissed him hungrily letting her desire seep through. Soon they rid each other of their clothes and their passion continued in his bed.

~You know you wouldn't want it any other way
Just when you think you've got me figured out
The season is already changing
I think it's cool you do what you do~

He filled her all at once and her moan of pleasure echoed through his room. His lips traveled along her neck reveling in what he wanted but couldn't have. He felt as if her skin was pure fire as she moved with him in a fast rhythmic pace. She arched into him begging him for more of his sweet torture. His lips captured hers and she tasted like a sacred wine that was sweeter with her passion. Her nails raked his back and he growled only wanting her more. Sweat mingled with moans and whimpers of passion. After what seemed like a millennium for both they collapsed into each other's arms.

He pulled her close afraid this would be just another dream and if he weren't near her she'd disappear. Willow's fingers traced his face softly and she let herself be mesmerized by his blue eyes.

"I knew I'd have fun tonight," Willow whispered, smiling.

Spike nodded and smiled down at the siren. "Wildcat, aren't you, Red?" he asked.

A faint blush stained her cheeks and she nodded. Her fingers trailed along his chest and she saw a scratch marring his perfect skin. "I'm sorry," she said casting her eyes away.

He lifted her chin up and kissed her again. "There's nothing to be sorry for," he said.

Willow smiled and her eyes sparkled. He kissed her again and she snuggled closer to him.

~And don't try to save me
I'm a bitch; I'm a lover
I'm a child; I'm a mother
I'm a sinner; I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell; I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way~

The rain fell softly on the window as Spike awoke. He looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it read three a.m. He sat up and remembered what had happened but he realized he was alone. He got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants looking for some sign that it hadn't been a dream. He looked around his apartment and nothing looked any different. He fell onto his leather couch and sighed.

"Bloody hell. I dreamed it all," he groaned. He rubbed his face and noticed his chest. On it was a healing scratch. He looked up and saw a note lying on his coffee table. It said only four words. 'It was fun, Red.' He let the note fall and wondered what the hell he had just gotten himself into.

"What a girl," he said softly. Images of a fiery red head occupied his every thought.

~I'm a bitch; I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you're hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way~
 

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