Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: between pg13 and R
Summary: Willow visits Giles but has an encounter with Spike instead.
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion
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: Mid season 4
Notes: Spike has the chip, mid-season 4
Warnings: none really
Dedication: For Angel S.--it's your b-day fic, sweetie.
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Willow pushed open the door to Giles' flat. "Giles," she called out. "Are you here?" She glanced around the room, noticing it was empty. It was then that she heard the front door slam shut.
Spike sensed her the moment she walked through the door. He stayed out of sight. This was his chance. As she took a couple more steps into the flat, he crept in behind her, slamming the door shut.
She spun around quickly, her eyes widening when she saw him. Willow couldn't help the gasp that left her lips. 'He's gorgeous.' Letting her eyes drift down his body, she noticed the only thing he had on was a pair of jeans.
Spike started to smirk. He could feel her appreciative gaze upon him. "See something you like, luv?" he practically purred.
"Um.I was looking for.no. Um, nothing I like," she said quickly.
He leaned his head to the side. "Really?" He took a step towards her. "Your heart is beating fast, Red. Your breath is short."
"Sorry to bother you. I'll just go.now."
As Willow reached for the doorknob, Spike spun her around and pushed her against the wall. "Didn't even tell me what you were looking for. Not very nice, is it?"
"I was.I was looking for Giles."
"Hmmm.and what would you need to see him for?"
"Research," she squeaked as Spike pressed his body against hers.
"He went to see his chit. And instead you found me."
"I'll.I'll just leave," she stuttered.
"You don't really want to leave, do you?" he whispered huskily.
Willow felt him nuzzling her neck lightly. Realizing there was a vampire at her neck, a wave of fear went through her. "You can't hurt me," she said shakily. "The chip."
"Isn't working," he smirked.
"What?"
"Stopped working two weeks ago." He pulled away from her. "But I would never hurt you. Not you."
Willow was confused. He was basically chipless but they were still alive. "Two weeks?"
"Don't know how it happened or even why, but it did."
"But you're still here. You hate us. Why didn't you leave?"
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. "Came to Sunnyhell for a reason, I did. I haven't gotten what I came for."
"Buffy," she stated. "You wanted to kill your third Slayer."
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. "Is that what you actually think?"
"Well, yeah."
"Killing the Slayer would be a bonus but it's not the reason I stayed."
"Then why?"
"Because you're here, pet."
She was more than slightly shocked. "Me?"
"I want you, luv. I've wanted you for a while. To claim you. To have you with me. I just want you." He took another step away from her.
Willow watched as he stepped farther away from her. She pointed towards his feet. "What are you doing?"
"Stepping away. Letting you go. Not the sort of thing I usually do." He saw her watching him. "Go on, luv."
Willow turned around and placed her hand on the doorknob, but froze.
Seeing her freeze, he became concerned. "Red?"
"What if I want you too?"
Spike took an unneeded breath. "Do you? Do you want me?"
"Yes," she said softly.
He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a breath he never realized he had been holding. Spike made his way back to her and circled his arms around her. Holding her close, he placed his lips on her neck, thankful she had her hair tied back, letting them brush against her skin. "Tell me again, please?" he pleaded.
"I want you."
"Turn around, luv," he whispered.
Willow turned around slowly. "Did you mean it, Spike? Everything you said?"
"Yeah. I've wanted you for so long, pet."
"What happens now?"
Instead of saying anything, he leaned forward capturing her lips with his. Spike pulled her close, letting themselves get lost in the moment.
Spike pulled back, his lips traveling down her neck. "Are you mine, Red?"
"Yours," she promised. "Only yours."
THE END