Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This series is for the Vampyre Haven ficathon
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion, vampyre_haven
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more. I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: no real spoilers, once you read the first chapter, you'll understand, also takes place after season 4
Challenge: Must include: I wanna see romance. No character bashing.
I'd like Willow to stumble upon some of William's poetry. What is her reaction? What is his reaction? And how does Willow get Spike to write her a poem?
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Two weeks later.....
Willow was letting her mind drift once again, as she started to pick up the living room. She started thinking about Spike and then about Anya and Xander's wedding. She missed being in love. She was in love now, it just wasn't returned. Pushing the thoughts out of her head, she continued putting things away.
As she hung up his duster in the hall closer, she noticed a folded up piece of paper on the floor. She looked around making sure she was still alone and picked up the piece of paper. Slowly, she unfolded it. She noticed how soft the paper was, as if it had been handled many times.
Willow recognized the handwriting. It was Spike's. After she read the first couple of lines, she glanced at the bottom, seeing his signature. She let the piece of paper fall from her fingers. It was a poem. More specifically, it was a love poem. <He wrote of fire and passion, of love. Must be about Drusilla.> She felt as if her heart had been torn out of her chest and stomped on. She loved him, but he seemed to long for another. Willow could feel herself on the verge of tears. Quickly, she hurried to her room.
Spike had been lying in bed, thinking of Willow when he smelled salt in the air. Tears. Not bothering with a shirt and dressed only in his jeans, he rushed out of his room. Seconds later, they almost collided in the hallway.
Spike saw her eyes and knew something had upset her. She was on the verge of tears. "Pet, what is it?"
Willow tried moving around him but it wasn't working. "Just let me pass, Spike."
"No," he growled. Spike softly grabbed her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. "We agreed on no secrets. We said we could tell each other anything. Now tell me," he pleaded.
Willow looked up into his eyes. "I can't. I'm so sorry. I just can't." When she felt his hands fall away from her, she rushed past him and climbed into her bed, staring at the wall.
Spike stood there for a moment, wondering what could have upset her. <Sod this.> Quietly, he pushed open her door and climbed into bed with her, letting his body spoon around hers.
"Spike!" she screeched when she felt his arm snake around her waist.
"Yes, pet."
"This is my bed. You have your own bed."
"I know, but I like this one more. This one has a warm human in it." Spike had occasionally slept in her bed out of mere comfort, but it had been awhile.
"I just want to be alone," she whispered.
"Can't let you do that. Turn around, luv."
"No."
"Willow, please. Turn around and face me." He watched as she reluctantly faced him. He reached his hand up and wiped away her tears. "If you're not gonna tell me, the least you could do is let me comfort you. You're always so strong, so independent. This time let me take care of you."
"Spike."
"I'm not gonna let you push me away, pet."
Willow listened to his words. She didn't want to push him away. She didn't want to tell him no. She snuggled her body into his as he tightened his arms around her.
Spike smiled when he felt her move closer to him. He kissed her forehead and fell asleep, holding the woman he loved.
THE END