Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's a ficlet.just read
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion
Feedback: Please
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: Through season 7 of BTVS
Notes: Angel never gained the law firm. He still has his hotel. Cordelia, Wes, Fred, and Gunn work with him. There is no Connor. Spike came back through the amulet, which no one knows where it came from. He was NEVER a ghost!!, character's thoughts ''
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Spike led her down one of the busy streets in L.A. when Willow couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to know where they were going. "Um.Spike?"
"Yeah, luv."
"Are we actually going somewhere or just wandering aimlessly?"
He couldn't help but to smirk. We're going to the same place I go every Thursday night."
"Which is where?" Her patience had disappeared.
"It's a surprise."
"A good surprise, right? It's not gonna be like, hey we're walking into a lair type of surprise. Is it?"
Spike suddenly stopped walking. "Do you trust me?"
"Should I trust you?"
"We're about to find out." Spike took a step towards Willow. "Turn around, luv."
"Spike, what."
"Take a chance and trust me, pet." Willow turned around and suddenly felt his hands over her eyes. "Listen to my voice. You're gonna walk straight ahead of you."
"But I can't see!"
"That's where I come in at." Taking another step forward, his body became even closer to hers. His chest resting against her back. "Ready, pet? I won't let you fall," he whispered.
About five minutes later, they were at their destined stop. She had almost fallen a couple of times but like he said he wouldn't let her fall. He dropped his hands, ushering her to the door. "We're here, pet."
Willow looked up at the sign. "This is a coffee house."
"Yeah. So what of it?"
"Coffee?"
They walked through the door and he pointed to the small chalk board at the door. He smiled as Willow read it aloud.
"Open poetry night," she whispered to herself. She turned her head to Spike. "Coffee and poetry?"
"I come here once a week." Suddenly realizing that she may not like this sort of thing, he became nervous. "We can go somewhere else if you want," he told her softly.
"No!" she told him quickly. "I just didn't figure you'd come to a place like this."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Grabbing her hand, he led her to a table in the back off to the side. Pulling out her chair for her, he motioned for her to sit down. After doing so, he smiled. He was nice to be a gentleman when the woman he was with appreciated it. "Be right back, luv. I'm gonna get us some coffee."
Willow looked around after Spike left her at the table. 'All the places he would go, this was not what I was expecting.' About ten minutes later, the lights started to dim as Spike sat down in a chair next to her.
"Here's you coffee, luv."
She could smell it coming through the cup. It smelled heavenly. Taking a sip of coffee, she started to relax. As the first person started to take the stage, Spike casually put his arm on the back of her chair. And at that very moment she realized she wouldn't mind if Spike put his arm around her. They listened to a couple of people reciting their own poetry. Some were better than others. Willow leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Do you ever go on stage?"
"Why would I be up there, luv?"
"You wrote poetry," she admitted shyly.
"That was a long time ago. It wasn't even that good."
"I'm sure it was."
"Luv, you didn't read it."
"Would you ever write again?"
"If it strikes my fancy, I guess."
Willow turned her head and watched the next person walk on stage.
It was then that Spike turned to look at Willow. He studied her, as she looked to the stage. He studied the way her eyes sparkled and the way her hair looked as if it was made of fire. She had expressions for everything and with one look he was sure she could make him beg. 'We're friends, right? That's all.'
Willow turned to Spike and noticed him staring at her. "What?" she asked shyly. Instead of answering, he reached out with his hand to touch her face. He let his fingers graze the side of her face while his thumb brushed against her lips. Traveling to her neck, he traced the curve of it. From there he drifted his fingers through her hair. "I missed you, luv," he whispered and saw Willow blush. Turning back to the performers, he tried not to concentrate on the girl sitting next to him.
An hour later, everyone had finished reciting and Spike stood up. Helping Willow out of her chair, they made their way back to the hotel. Halfway home, Spike turned to her. "Did you enjoy tonight?"
"I did."
"It was nice having a spot of company with me. Think you might want to go with me next week?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not in the least."
"That would be great."
Walking into the hotel, they each made their way into their separate rooms.
THE END