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?
Thanks to Elisabeth for the beta!!!
A/N-To the person that requested this challenge. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
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Willow woke up hours later and felt a cold body wrapped around her warm one. Her eyes flew open as she turned her head quickly. "Spike," she breathed. Quickly, she scrambled out of the bed, anxious to be very far away from him.
Spike felt her leap from the bed as if it was on fire. He remembered their activities and he was more than fine with the way things turned out. <Slept with the witch. Claimed her for mine. Her blood.intoxicating. She's always mine now.> "Pet, you ok?"
Willow pulled on her underwear that she found lying on the floor and grabbed his t-shirt when she didn't see hers lying about. After she pulled it over her head, she looked down, seeing it only fell mid-thigh. "Ok? I am so not ok. This," she said pointing at him and then at her. "This was so bad. Very, very bad. It was wrong. All levels of wrong. Bad and wrong." After her rant, she left the room and went into the kitchen. She never noticed his golden eyes watching her.
Spike was angry. He was beyond angry. He finally shagged the girl he wanted for his mate and now he had to listen to how wrong and bad it was. When is it never wrong or bad when he's concerned? As she walked out of the room, his golden eyes followed her out. He leaped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, pulling up the zipper, but ignoring the button. Walking out of the room, he went in search of Willow.
He found her in the kitchen, staring into the refrigerator and mumbling to herself. Finding nothing, she slammed the door shut, still mumbling and turned around quickly. Willow started to stumble back, seeing the sight before her. Spike was growling, his eyes golden.
"Spike! Hi.um.I'll just go around you." She made a move to get past him but he took a step towards her and growled louder.
Spike reached out his hand and brushed her neck. "Mine," he growled, staring at his mark.
Willow took a step back as her hand flew up to her neck. "You.you.you bit me. Why did you do that? What the hell were you thinking?"
Spike let his eyes return to their blue color and ceased his growling. "I was thinking that you wanted me. That you wanted me to bite you."
Willow shook her head gently. She couldn't argue with him, because secretly she did want it. She always wondered what it would feel like to have him sink his fangs into her. "I can't believe I slept with you," she whispered.
Anger fumed in his body once again. "Let me guess, you can't believe you slept with me because I'm a vampire. Because I'm evil."
"That's not."
"It's who I am, baby. I've claimed you now. You're mine. So you just."
"Maybe you should actually listen to me before you go assuming things that aren't true. I don't care that you're a vampire. I don't care.I shouldn't have slept with you. Can we just forget all this?"
"NO!"
"Spike."
"Tell me. Tell me your bloody reason for saying that this is wrong. For wanting to forget everything that happened."
"Because you're in love with someone else," she whispered softly.
Spike was silent for a moment before he spoke up. "What the fuck?"
Willow lifted her head to meet his eyes. "You're in love. I saw the poem."
Spike's body stilled when he realized she had read the poem. "You read it." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Yeah."
"What did you think about it?"
"I only read part of it. I didn't mean to. I found it on the floor and I opened it and I only read the first few lines. It was beautiful. You must really love her."
Spike took a step towards her and grazed the side of her face with his fingers. "I do."
"Drusilla is very lucky."
Spike dropped his hand from her face. "Drusilla? Pet, what are you talking about?"
"The poem. It's about Drusilla. You wrote of fire and passion."
"I did but it's not about Drusilla."
"Oh. I just assumed."
"Your hair is like fire, pet. The passion that's in you is strong. Stronger than any I've seen. And your blood is only that much stronger."
"Spike, what are you."
"It was about you, pet. The poem was about you."
"Me? Are you sure?"
"I've fallen hard for you over this last year. Fast and hard, Red. It was unexpected but I love you."
"Really?" she whispered.
"Really." He was a bit disappointed that she hadn't said it back but he could wait. For eternity, if he needed to. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her body against his and nuzzled his claim. "How about we go back to the bedroom and talk for a bit and then I'm sure we can come up with interesting ways to fill the day."
Willow looked up at him and smirked. "Take me to our bedroom, Spike."
"Gladly." He picked her up and carried her down the hallway, wanting to be in her arms again.
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Spike and Willow were laying in bed as he brushed his fingers over his claim. Willow ran her fingers through his hair and was rewarded with a soft purring from his chest. "I claimed you, luv."
"I know," she whispered. She slid down the bed until they were eye level. "How long have you loved me?"
"An exact day? I don't know. Awhile now, I guess."
"Remember two weeks ago, when we got into a bit of a fight. Remember I was crying and you wanted to know why."
"Yeah," he prompted.
"That was when.I found."
".the poem," he finished for her.
"Yeah. It was then that I really knew I loved you and."
"You love me?"
"I do."
"You're my love, Willow. And my life. Or unlife, as it is."
"Are you mad at me for reading it?"
"How could I be mad? Look where we ended up."
She saw his smile and returned it with one of her own. "Any chance you'll write me another poem?"
"No. It was a thing I did in my days as a human, pet."
"Never?"
"Well.I'd have to have some type of incentive, Red."
She saw him smirking and knew that incentive involved them, and probably a bed. "I'm sure you can think of a few things," she told him with a smile on her face. He leaned over to kiss her and pulled her closer when she started to match his passion.
THE END