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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Willow/Spike
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Dedication: to Joss for writing such awesome characters! To my beta Janet, Knightie, Shannon, Susi for all the support and encouragement they give me.
Author's Notes: AU sequel to Kiss and Tell but never break the spell.
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~Part: 1~
As the lovers slept, a magical white mist swirled around them.
Willow awoke first; she glanced at a sleeping Spike and smiled as she kissed his cheek. They had been together a fortnight and Willow still could not believe it. Every night she would sneak into the crypt and spend it with Spike, then go back to Buffy’s and pretend she had been there all night. She was becoming good at lying and getting on with very little sleep. For Spike, it was all worth it, she mused, as she quietly got dressed.
Spike heard Willow get up and get dressed, but he pretended to be asleep, as he hated saying goodbye even if it was only for the day. He hated the sun that stole his Willow away. How he would love to see her in the sunlight.
“See ya later, luv” Spike said as she turned to leave.
Willow jumped as she thought Spike was asleep.
“Mornin, baby” Willow said as she returned to the bed to kiss Spike farewell.
“Why do you leave so early?”
“I would not have to leave so early if crypts had bathrooms, bye baby.” She giggled as she left.
“Luv you, and don’t call me baby!” he yelled happily as she left.
Spike lay back on the pillow, the scent of Willow heavy in the air, vanilla and jasmine, as his thoughts drifted to Willow in a shower. And he resigned himself to moving and soon. As he drifted back to sleep he thought, ‘VERY soon.’
~~~*~~~
Willow got back to the Summers house before anyone awoke. She cautiously unlocked the door and silently hurried up the stairs. She let out a sigh when she was safely in her room, well Buffy’s old room actually. Buffy had moved into Joyce’s room after she died and Willow had moved in to take care of Dawn. It still had Buffy’s stuff all over the place. She proceeded with her morning routine of pulling back the duvet and messing up the bed, and then she removed her clothes and threw them on the floor. Then she put on her pyjamas and went to the bathroom to shower. As she got to the bathroom, a sleepy Dawn opened her door.
“Morning Dawnie.”
“Morning, Willow. Is Buffy up yet?” Dawn yawned.
“Yes, I am and you’re gonna be late for school,” Buffy yelled from downstairs.
‘Oh no!’ Willow thought, ‘did Buffy hear me come in? If she did, I just went through that entire charade for nothing.’
“You first, I’m in no hurry,” Dawn said jokingly.
“What? Oh thanks Dawn,” Willow said distractedly as she entered the bathroom.
Willow quickly showered and dressed in black jeans and a red shirt.
She hesitated before going downstairs to greet whatever questioning was awaiting her.
“Morning, Will,” Buffy said happily as Willow entered the kitchen.
“Morning, Buffy, sleep well?” Willow inquired.
“Yeah, but not as well as you. I knocked to ask if you had seen my white shirt but you didn’t even wake.”
“You mean this shirt?” Dawn giggled as she came into the kitchen and sat down.
“Yes, I do, Dawn, stay out of my room,” Buffy yelled angrily.
“I have an early class I have to go,” Willow stated as she left the kitchen and strode out of the house before the argument got into full swing.
~~~*~~~
As Willow walked down the street she realized that she actually had four hours before her first class. So, she decided a very long walk was in order.
Willow walked for what seemed like hours until she came to her senses outside a familiar house. Willow gazed up dreamily at the Angel’s mansion. ‘Now if Spike and I could live there, that would be perfect.’ She smiled as she thought of their life in the mansion. ‘Willow, get a grip’ she thought. Spike would never live there, well; he might if it belonged to her.
Now that was the start of a plan. ‘Just hope Angel would rent it to me’ was her last thought as she turned and headed toward campus.
~Part: 2~
All through the day, Willow had been pre-occupied with her scheme. She had to have the mansion for her and Spike; it would be perfect. She realized how wrapped up in her fantasy she had been, when at lunchtime when she went to meet Buffy she thought, ‘Buffy doesn’t know I’m even seeing Spike much less knowing I plan to move in with him.’
~~~*~~~
She sat in the coffee shop at a table by the window, silently sipping on her coffee. She was also listening to Buffy moaning about Dawn, her job at the Doublemeat and her life in general. Suddenly, she remembered something Spike said.‘Chosen one, more like Moaning one.’Willow couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her lips.
“Earth to Willow,” Buffy yelled as she dramatically waved her hand in front of Willow’s face.
“Sorry Buffy, what did you say?” Willow replied apologetically, as she tried to hide the smirk on her face.
“Nothing, you ok, Will?” Buffy said, slightly concerned at her friends lack of empathy.
“Yeah, just tired, now what were you saying?”
“Nothing it’s ok. Are you sure you’re not sick? You look a little pale.”
“Thanks for the concern, but I just need sleep.” ‘And Spike’, she thought, ‘lots of naked Spike.’
“Well, I got to go to work, see you at home later, and get some rest. Ok?”
“I will, see you at home.”
Buffy got up and left the coffee shop, while Willow just sat and gazed dreamily out of the window. As she left she would have sworn she could smell Spike, but it was the middle of the day. ‘Maybe it’s me who’s sick,’ Buffy thought as she left.
What was she going to tell Buffy? She couldn’t just say, “Hey, Buffy, me and Spike are lovers and I want to live with him in the mansion, you know the one where your true love lost his soul.”
No, she would have to use a different approach, although, where she would find it she was not quite sure, little did she know the different approach was finding her.
~~~*~~~
The sun was setting on Sunnydale as Willow walked to the crypt to see Spike. She could hardly wait. She cautiously made her way though the cemetery partly for safety, but mostly in case Buffy had decided to start patrolling already.
As she approached the crypt she noticed Spike in the shadows outside the door.
“Willow, luv, you’re early.”
“Spike, baby, you’re outside.” She countered with a giggle.
“Don’t call me baby. I’m the big bad remember?”
“Ok, big bad baby, can we go inside? We need to talk.”
They both were laughing as they entered the crypt and went down the ladder to what Willow referred to as the love nest.
“Well, luv, what is it?” Spike whispered as he stood behind her, holding her to him and kissing the back of her neck.
“Nothing, it can wait,” Willow whispered breathlessly, as she felt Spike’s hands embrace her and unbutton her shirt.
Spike picked her up and laid her on the bed in one fluid motion. He stood between her legs as she lay on the end of the bed. Willow struggled to sit up, breathless at the speed she had been placed on the bed. She grasped Spike’s shirt and began to unbutton it, revealing his pale sculptured chest. Spike bent down to capture Willow’s lips with his, the softness of her lips, the heat of her mouth, her tongue like a fire’s flame in his mouth, melting him as it explored, tenderly touching the tip of his fangs. He could feel himself hardening as her delicate fingers touched his chest and brushed a nipple as they explored, he let a soft moan escape his lips as they broke the kiss. In the blink of an eye he shed his remaining clothes and stood naked before her.
Seemingly oblivious to his erection, he undid Willow’s jeans and pulled them from her, causing her to fall back on the bed, with a sigh. The air was thick with the smell of their arousal and the scent of Jasmine, the incense that he always burnt for her, it was intoxicating. Spike stood over her and kissed her tenderly as he caressed her thighs, Willow wriggled forward and wrapped her legs around him, positioning herself so he could enter her, and he did, quickly and passionately. He felt her relax to accommodated him as he gently began thrusting into her, his cock brushing her clit as he did so, causing Willow to gasp his name as her orgasm built, almost engulfing her, he moved his mouth to tease her erect nipple as his pace and urgency increased. She felt his ice cold tongue tracing circles on her nipple as she tightened her hold on him with her legs forcing him deeper inside her, then the familiar growl escaped his lips as she felt his face change against her breast. Spike kissed Willow’s neck as he felt her heartbeat increase, and she came tightening around his engorged cock. His fangs sank into her neck renewing the claim, as he came, the sweet taste of her blood filled his mouth. ‘Something’s different’ was his last thought before he became lost in the ecstasy of his own orgasm.
~~~*~~~
Spike unwrapped himself from Willow’s legs and moved to lie beside her.
“I think I know what you wanted to tell me,” he said harshly.
“What do you mean?” Willow said breathlessly, shock at the severity of his tone.
“You’re seeing someone else?” He spat, only his eyes were showing the hurt and love he felt.
“NO! No, I’m not, why would you say that? I love you more than anything, more than life itself! Why hurt me with such accusations?” She yelled, tears rolling unstoppably down her cheeks.
Spike sat her up to look at him; he could see she was telling the truth. So, if not that then what had he tasted in her blood, he thought as he pulled her to him.
She sobbed inconsolably into his chest.
“Willow, I am so sorry, you looked so serious when you got here I thought you were going to leave me,” he lied. “I am so ashamed, can you ever forgive me?” He asked as he kissed her head. She looked up at him with tear stained eyes.
“Spike, I promise I will never leave you, I truly love you”
“I love you too, my fire goddess”
They fell back onto the bed entwined in each other’s arms.
Spike kissed her tenderly as she snuggled closer placing her head on his chest.
‘I will have to do some research of my own’, Spike thought as he drifted off to sleep.
~Part: 3~
It was late afternoon when the lovers awoke from there fitful sleep.
“ Morning luv.” Spike whispered softly to Willow as she awoke.
“Morning Spike.” Willow said tentatively, the events of the previous night still not forgotten. Willow could feel her stomach tighten and she suddenly felt sick and light headed,
“Spike I need some air,” she managed to say as she hurried out of bed. Frantically grabbing her shirt as she ran across the room, and up the ladder. She barely managed to do up the shirt as she ran out of the crypt and into the fresh air.
Luckily for Willow the crypt was deserted. As she stood outside the crypt, breathing deeply desperately trying to combat the increasing nausea she was feeling.
~~~*~~~
Well that’s it I blew it Spike thought. As he reached down beside him, searching for his clothes. She could not get out of her fast enough didn’t even get dressed, he thought as he saw her jeans and shoes on the floor. He quickly put on his jeans and with vampire agility rushed outside. As he got to the door of the crypt, he hesitated it was still light outside. Just then he heard someone vomiting out side his crypt, he was just about to yell some obscenity when he saw a glimpse of the red shirt, Willow was wearing. He cautiously stepped outside keeping to the shadows. Willow was kneeling on the floor heaving shaking with the exertion. He knelt behind her and gently moved her hair from her face,
“ Spike, go inside, I’ll be back in a minute.” Willow whispered weakly, as she sat up.
“It’s ok luv I’ve seen worse let me help you back to bed. With that he picked her up and carried her back into the crypt. Spike was worried, Willow seemed so small and fragile as he laid her on the bed. She was pale and shivering, her eyes imploring as he gazed at her. Spike went to the cooler in the corner of the room, were he kept his blood supply and took out a small bottle of water that he kept there for emergencies he poured a little into a small chipped bowl from the table by the bed, and grabbed a t shirt. He tenderly wiped willows face, and then covered her with the blankets, to keep her warm.
“Luv, as soon as it gets dark I’ll take you home, you must see a doctor.”
“I’ll be fine, I probably just need to eat, sorry you had to see that. But I did tell your crypt’s need bathrooms if we are going to live in them.”
“What do you mean we,” Spike said confused.
“ Well I can’t live at Buffy’s forever, and I’m not going to live with anyone else now am I.”
“ Willow luv we can’t live in a crypt, you deserve to live in a house with proper plumbing and electricity at least. Now try and sleep the sun will be down soon and I will take you home.” Willow drifted off to sleep.
Spike watched Willow fall asleep; he sat on the bed deep in thought. Last night the blood had tasted different because Willow was sick, not because she was seeing someone else, he should have been looking after her instead of accusing her.
He brushed her hair back off her face as she slept, I will find us a home my love, he whispered to her.
Just then a thought struck him peaches mansion, that was a place fit for Willow, the look on Buffy’s face when she found out would just be a bonus. First Willow had to get well.
~~~*~~~
The sun was setting as Spike roused Willow from her sleep.
“Willow luv how are you feeling” he whispered gently
“Better.” She said weakly although not very convincingly.
“ I’ll help you dress and then I’ll take you home so you can eat. And maybe see a doctor, ok.”
Willow slowly sat up and swung her legs off the bed. Spike helped Willow with her Jeans then helped her to stand up, Willow Fastened her jeans and stepped into her shoes.
The room began to spin then she felt spikes strong cold arms catch her. Then nothing.
~Part: 4~
Spike just managed to catch Willow before she hit the crypts cold stone floor, he knew he could not take her home; she had to see a doctor.
"Please wake up luv." He whispered tenderly as he altered his position so he could carry her better. He didn't even realize he was only wearing his jeans. He carried an unconscious Willow through the streets to the hospitals emergency room.
~*~
As he entered the hospital the glare of the lights, jolted him into fully realizing the gravity of the situation.
A nurse came up to him, and was about to ask what had happened, when Spike said softly "Help her please,"
The nurse seeing that Willow was unconscious yelled for a gurney, and yelled several instructions that Spike could not understand. Spike just stood there unable to move as the hospital functioned around him. The gurney was wheeled in front of Spike, but he just stood there cradling Willow in his arms, everyone else uncomprehending. Only Spike knew why he could not let go, it may be the last chance he had to hold his lover and he was not ready to let go yet.
"Sir, you can put her down now, we'll take it from here." The nurse said calmly "now what happened? What's her name? Are you a relative?" came the torrent of questions, as Spike gently laid Willow on the gurney.
"She passed out, her name is Willow Rosenberg, and I'm her boyfriend." Spike answered as they wheeled Willow to a cubicle, were a doctor was duly summoned, the questioning of a near naked Spike continued.
" Has she taken anything or been drinking, Is she on any prescription medication?"
"No, no and I don't know." Spike quickly replied "Just help her." Spike said gurrufly trying to remain calm, as they placed Willow on a heart monitor and examined her. While still the questioning continued,
" Has she had any other symptoms?" the doctor questioned as his hands stopped over Willows abdomen.
" She was sick this morning." Spike said then instictivly knew, he should have worded that differently.
" Is there any chance your girlfriend could be pregnant?" the doctor asked tactfully.
Before Spike could answer, a familiar voice from behind Spike said "YES, a very definite chance."