Rating: overall NC17
Summary: Spike sees Willow in the library.....
Distribution: www.redssoulmates.com
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: None really..targeted around season 4 ...all you need to know is Spike has a chip.
Notes: Anya and Xander are a couple. No Dawn or Riley. Spike has the chip but the Initiative is destroyed. Tara and Willow broke up and they are long over. Tara moved away(she just doesn't fit in my fic!) Buffy and Spike were NEVER together and basically hate each other. :) And Willow is staying at her parent's house.
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~Part: 1~
Spike watched her from the stacks in the Sunnydale Public Library. He watched her body language. She was uneasy and a hint of fear surrounded her. He glanced over at the figure beside her. A boy. The lad couldn't have been a day over twenty. The more attention the boy tried to give her, the more her body seemed to tense. Spike watched as he got up from the table and knew he would probably only be gone for a moment. He knew this was his cue. Spike walked up behind Willow and grabbed a chair. When he was sitting directly behind her, he decided to speak up. "Isn't it time for all good witches to be in bed, luv?"
Willow's eyes became wide as she recognized the British accent. She turned around and saw the smirking vampire. "Spike! What are you doing here?"
"Considering it's almost midnight, it's well after sundown and this IS a public place; it's an open invite." He paused for a moment. "I enjoy literature. I'm not as dense as you gits seem to think I am."
"I never thought that. Not about you," she said softly.
"I know," he told her. "Secret?" He saw her shake her head yes eagerly. "I enjoyed reading before I was turned. Writing, the theater...all of it. I guess it stayed with me after I was turned." Spike waited for the laughter but all he heard was silence. He looked into her eyes and saw acceptance. An emotion he hadn't seen for quite sometime. "If you tell anyone I told you that, I'll torture you beyond belief."
"I won't tell," Willow told him with a sincere smile. "Maybe you'll tell me more one day? About your past, what you were like as a human?"
"Maybe. One day. So what's the story with the git that was here?" He saw the look in her eyes and instantly became concerned. "Red?"
Willow looked at him but her eyes seemed distant. "He won't leave me alone. He just showed up and...he's creepy."
"Well, he's not a demon. I would have sensed it."
"Something about him...he scares me."
Spike felt something tug at his being for the girl. "Won't leave you alone, huh?"
Willow shook her head no. "You should go. I'll deal."
"Not bloody likely. Considering you're the only one of the lot that was ever decent to me, I'm not leaving you with some creep." At that moment Spike had an idea. "Wanna have a spot of fun, Red?"
Willow looked at him with caution. "What kind of fun? Cause your fun usually calls for blood and that is the not so kind of fun for me."
"Chip, remember? Look, do you trust me?" He watched as she arched her eyebrow and stared at him. "Maybe that wasn't the right question. For this idea to work, I need you to put some trust in me. I would NEVER hurt you."
"No you would just kill me." She let out a loud sigh. "What do I have to do?"
Spike grinned when she decided to give in to his idea. He picked up her chair with her in it and turned it sideways. "Just let me know when he's headin this way."
After a few moments, Willow saw him. "Spike, he's coming towards us."
Spike felt a smirk on his lips as he placed a hand on her stomach, right along the bottom of her shirt. As his fingers touched her skin, he heard a low gasp. He leaned down to her neck and gave her a gentle kiss. "Spike!" she gasped.
"Play the part luv," he whispered in her ear. As he continued to kiss her on the neck, he felt her body start to relax under his touch.
The boy saw the scene in form of him and quickly walked over to them. "What do you think you're doing?" he questioned Spike.
Spike looked up at the boy. "Anything I want."
"Get away from her."
"Not bloody likely, mate. She's mine." He saw him still standing there. "Sod off," he growled as his eyes flashed golden. As the boy scampered off, Spike started to smirk. He lifted his face to look at Willow. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Willow could feel the desire through her body from the light kisses and the innocent touches. "No. Not that bad. Is he gone?"
"That he is, luv." He picked up her chair once again and faced it towards the table. He watched as she pretended to read the book in front of her. He knew she was waiting to see what he would do next. Spike rested his chin on her shoulder. "What are we reading, pet?"
"We are not reading anything. I was reading a poem."
"Mind if I take a look?"
"Like I could stop you," she mumbled. "Go ahead." She felt his arms go around her as he picked the book up. He read the poem in a low voice.
The red veil lifts from her eyes.
A time that darkness meets the warmth.
Skin crawling with a spark.
Eyes lost in a depth.
And then a silence overrun.
To remember is a voice to a picture.
To touch,
To feel,
To love,
Is not lost.
Nor is it forgotten.
He put the book down and smiled. Not a Spike smile, but a smile of William. He moved her hair off of the side of her neck and started to place small kisses along her neck. He could hear her heart speed up.
"You know he's not here anymore," Willow told him.
"I know," he whispered. "So...you leavin anytime soon, pet?"
Willow turned her head slightly and found herself looking at his face, losing herself in his eyes. "I don't really want to go home yet."
Spike suddenly felt himself become nervous. "I don't want you to go home either," he whispered. He brought his hand up to her face and pushed away a lock of her hair. Spike brought his lips to hers, warmth against cold. He held her face gently as he deepened the kiss. After a few moments, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Come with me instead?"
~Part: 2~
As Willow stared at the door, she had to ask. "Where are we, Spike?"
"Afraid?"
"Curious. You live in a crypt, so what are we doing here?" She looked at the door of the apartment that they were standing in front of.
"I'm over a century old, luv. Do you really think that I live in that crypt? It's kind of home away from home." Spike slid the key in the door and pushed it open. "C'mon in."
As Willow walked through the door, she heard Spike shut and lock it. Willow looked around the room in awe. It was beautiful. The walls were painted a deep shade of blue. Hanging from each window were black velvet curtains. All of the furniture in the main room was all black leather. "Wow!"
Spike came up behind her and placed an arm around her waist. "You like?"
"This place. I never even knew you had anything like this."
"I have taste, luv." Spike leaned down his head and gently kissed her neck. "Be mine, luv? Belong to me?" When he heard silence, he tried again. "Just for tonight. Just for the moment. Will you?"
"Yeah," she breathed lightly as he ran his other hand up her shirt.
He turned Willow around so that she was facing him. He took her lips in a claiming kiss, letting his tongue overpower hers. Right before he pulled away from the kiss, he pinched her nipple slightly. As he pulled away, he smirked when he heard her gasp at the sensation. "Tell me what you want luv," he breathed in her ear. "Tell me what you need."
Willow started to run her hands down his chest until she reached his jeans. "You," she whispered. "Please," she whimpered.
"Lift your arms, pet." Spike lifted her shirt above her head and let it fall to the floor. Her bra shortly followed. He started kissing down her body, trailing little kisses everywhere. As he continued down her body, he pulled her jeans and underwear down as she tried to kick off her shoes. When she was completely undressed, he stood back up. "Beautiful," he breathed. Spike pulled his shirt off while he kicked off his boots. He reached out and grazed the side of her face. Suddenly he pulled her to his body, crushing them both. "Mine," he growled.
Willow felt the desire going through her body. When he growled, it only made her want him that much more. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him roughly. Letting him know how much she needed him. As she kissed him, Willow slid his zipper down; freeing his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him and slowly moved her hand up and down. She could hear him start to purr. As she moved her hand faster, the kiss broke and he started to nuzzle her neck. After a few moments, Willow pulled away. She stared into his eyes, seeing them flash with golden specks. "Make me yours, Spike."
Spike knew it was only for tonight, but that didn't matter. He had to have her. He kicked off his jeans and ground his hips against her as he walked her backwards. When they hit the couch, Spike leaned down to her ear. "Turn around, lean forward and spread your legs."
"Huh?!"
"Just do it, pet."
Willow did as she was told. She turned around and suddenly knew. "Spike maybe we shouldn't..."
"Do you want to stop, witch?" Spike reached around and slid a finger in her, checking to see if she was ready for him. He already knew that she was. Her arousal was strong. As he slid the finger in and out of her, he reached down to her ear again. "Do..you..want..to..stop?"
Willow shook her head no quickly. "No. Need you."
Spike smirked and slid his finger out of her. "Lean forward, pet." As she did what she was told, he guided his cock to her opening. He slid in slowly, hearing her gasp from pleasure. Spike placed his hands on her hips, guiding her to the pace he wanted to keep.
Willow had never been in the sexual position she was in now, let alone over a couch. As he slid in, she gasped in pleasure. Her position let him go in deeper.
Spike continued his pace, his movements becoming rougher. He found her meeting his thrusts. He could feel her push back onto him while he pushed himself forward. As he heard her start to moan his name, his grip on her hips became harder. He started slamming into her, letting his demon take over. As he felt her start to tremble, he slammed harder into her. "Who do you belong to?" he growled between thrusts.
Willow could feel he was close, but she couldn't hold back any longer. As her orgasm took over, she screamed his name. "You, Spike. I belong to you!"
As he heard the words come out of her mouth, he bit a shallow love bite into the back of her shoulder. Spike held her body close to his as he came inside her, growling her name.
After a few moments, Spike slid out of her and caught her body as she collapsed. He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He placed Willow in his bed and climbed in next to her. He held her close to him, just staring into her eyes.
"Spike...," she started.
"Shh, luv. No words."
Willow watched him as his eyes fluttered asleep. She stayed there for several more hours, just watching him sleep. Willow then climbed out of the bed, dressed quickly and left the apartment just as sunrise was coming up.
~Part: 3~
The whole next day, Willow replayed the events in her head. <What did it mean? Why did I do it? What's gonna happen now?>
Spike woke up the next day, right before sundown. He sat up quickly and scanned the room. He knew she had been gone for hours, her scent was scarce. <What the bloody hell have I done?> Spike climbed out of the bed and dressed quickly, heading towards the Magic Box.
Willow sat in the Magic Box, hardly listening to Buffy and Xander. As the front door opened, Willow looked up. Her green eyes meeting his crystal blue ones. "Evil dead," Xander started. "Open a book."
"Moron. Close your mouth," he smirked. Regardless, Spike picked up a book and sat down on the couch. He was an arms length away from Willow.
Willow absorbed herself in her book. She used everything she had to ignore him. <He'll probably dismiss it or..or laugh.> That thought brought a frown to her face.
Buffy noticed the frown that was forming on her best friend's face. "Wills, what's wrong?"
Willow looked up at Buffy. She gave her a fake smile. "Nothing Buff. I'm fine. Long night and day and everything."
"I'm always listen gal. Is it worth talking about?"
"No. Not really."
As Spike heard her words, hurt etched into his very being. He slammed his book shut and threw it on the table. Seconds later he stormed out of the shop, never looking back.
Willow winced at the display. Everything else that everyone talked about that night was a blur. Her thoughts remained with the vampire. A couple hours later, Willow stood up and gathered her stuff. "Hey Buff, I'm going home."
"Need an escort?"
"No. I'm fine. See you tomorrow."
"See ya."
About fifteen minutes later, Willow was walking up to her front door when she saw the sight in front of her. Spike was sitting on the stairs in front of her house. "Spike?"
"Hey, luv. Where's your escort?"
"Don't have one. What are you doing here?"
"Got bored. Lonely. Thought you could use some company."
Willow opened her door and looked back at him. "What happened last night isn't gonna happen again."
"Not why I'm here, pet." Spike then walked through her door, shutting it behind him.
"So, what did you want?"
"I already told you." Spike took a deep breath. "So, what! You're just gonna bloody ignore me now?"
"I didn't ask you to come here?"
"So that's it then. Did you have fun pet, using me?"
Willow could feel the anger filling her. "Using you? I'm just another notch in your book, aren't I Spike? And that whole thing about belonging to you for that one night, how many times have you used that line?"
"That's what you think?"
"That's what I think. I want you out of my house, Spike."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah." Willow tried to hide the hurt in her voice. "It's not like it meant anything to you, Spike. I want you to leave. And hell if I get my way, don't come around anymore."
"What?!"
"What part don't you understand. Leave town for all I care."
Spike's face took on a stony _expression. "Better be careful of your demands there, pet. You might just get it." Spike headed towards the door. When he turned around, he had tears in his eyes. "You want me out of your life, you got it."
~Part: 4~
Three days later.......
Willow was sitting in the Magic Box, listening to her friends. Her mind should have been on them but it wasn't. It was on Spike. It had been three days since she saw him. Three days since she talked to him. And now she missed everything about him. His comments. His smirk. And the way one of his smiles could light up her world. The only thing she could think of were the hurtful words she had spoken to him. The awful things she said. Willow knew that she was trying to protect herself against getting hurt which only ended up hurting him. She didn't even know if he was alright. As far as she knew, he was dust.
As she focused her attention back to Buffy and Xander, she finally realized what they were taking about. They were rejoicing about Spike being gone for three days. Rejoicing. She could feel the tears threatening to fall down her face.
Giles saw the pained _expression in Willow's eyes. "Willow would you please help me prepare some tea?"
Willow looked up at him, thankful that she wouldn't have to listen to Xander and Buffy anymore. "Sure."
As they walked into the back room, Willow let a tear escape from her eyes. Giles handed her a tissue. "Willow was there something between you and Spike?"
"How did you..."
"Willow, I'm a watcher. I watch people. It's what I do. He cared for you. I saw it in his eyes. We'll find him."
"No you won't. I asked him to leave, Giles. He left because of me."
"Why would you ask him to leave?"
"Some stuff happened and..."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No."
"Me and Xander are going on patrol," Buffy yelled.
"Be careful," he yelled back. He turned back to Willow. "Will you be alright?"
"Yeah. I'm just gonna head home or something."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
As Willow stepped in the cool night air, she knew where she wanted to go. About thirty minutes later, Willow stood outside his apartment door. She picked the lock and shut the door behind her. Willow looked around at the room, not knowing what she was doing here. She walked slowly to his bedroom, pushing open the door. Moments later, she kicked off her shoes and climbed into his bed; crying herself to sleep. The scent of leather and tobacco took over her senses as sleep overtook her.
~Part: 5~
Spike came home after an evening of well...nothing. He had been walking around for hours, trying to figure things out. And he only knew one thing. He missed Willow. He tried to figure out how everything had gotten messed up so quickly. As he opened the door to his apartment, never realizing it was already unlocked, he pulled off his shirt and boots. That was when the scent hit him. It was salt and the scent of Willow. He followed the scent to his bedroom. Pushing open the door, he stared at the sight in front of him. The redhead was asleep in his bed with tear stains down her face. He knew in that exact moment that he never wanted to let her go. Quietly he walked over to the bed and sat down at the edge of it. "Red," he called out. "Wake up."
Willow opened her eyes slowly and then widening them when she saw him. She sat up quickly. "Spike? Spike!" She wrapped her arms around him, never wanting to let him go."
Spike put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "It's a good thing I don't have to breath, huh?"
"Oh...sorry," she said as she tried to pull away.
Spike kept her close to him. "I'm not."
"What are you doing here, Spike?"
"What am I doing here? I bloody well live here. What are you doing here?"
She leaned back from him and a sad _expression formed in her eyes. "I wanted to be close to you. Being here was the closest thing I could think of."
"You wanted me gone, remember?"
"I know what I said. I was wrong. You're the only thing that I've thought of for the past three days." Willow took a deep breath. "I wasn't using you, Spike."
"I know," he said quietly. "And you weren't some notch for me."
"I know," she said. "I missed you so much," she told him as she took his hand in hers.
Spike looked into her eyes and saw the emotion she held for him. He pulled out of her grasp and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Spike leaned next to her, part way leaning over her. He grazed the side of her face with his fingers. "I miss you, pet. I miss the way you felt in my arms that night. The way your skin tasted. The way your body felt against mine. It wasn't only that night, though. I miss the way your eyes light up. Your smile. Everything. Life is a series of moments. Any one of those moments can change your life forever."
Willow listened to his voice and watched his eyes as he spoke to her. She wanted to tell him something that the man in him and the demon would both accept. "I'm yours," she whispered.
"For tonight? For the moment? That's not good enough for me."
Willow shook her head no quickly. "For always. Forever."
Spike layed down next to her and held her close to him while kissing her neck. "Forever," he whispered back to her.
THE END