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"You almost done, Willow? Pillow. Billow. Picadillo."

She growled and glared at him from over her laptop. She had been cataloging
demon descriptions at Giles' for the last three hours. The aforementioned
Watcher was on vacation in the Wine Country with Olivia. Buffy was
exorcising her obvious sexual frustration on the demon population of
Sunnydale. Xander and Anya were god knows where, leaving her to vamp-sit.

And Spike was in the living room with her. Bouncing.

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She eyed the stake at the edge of her desk and then shook her head. Normally
she wouldn't mind vamp-sitting. She and Spike had gotten pretty close since
he had been forced to seek refuge at Giles'.

But two hours ago, she had promised to go for coffee with him when she was
done. He got bored and made some of his own on Giles' fancy expresso maker.
Unfortunately, he got the measurements wrong and put three times the normal
amount of coffee in the mix. Ergo, a super-charged expresso.

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He had spent the last three hours bouncing around like a albino vampiric
Tigger, rhyming the last words of all his sentences.

"SPIKE!" she shouted. Between all the typing, bouncing and rhyming, her head
was killing her.

"I'm sorry, love," he said, pulling her out of her chair. BOUNCE BOUNCE
BOUNCE "You need a break from all this. I know! Let's get more coffee! Let's
have some fun, pet! Set. Bet. Wet. Are you wet, pet?"

He leaned in, leering as he sniffed her neck. Her jaw dropped as she pushed
him away.

"Just asking," he grinned, resuming the bouncing. "Basking. Tasking.
Rasking."

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"Spike, calm down," she glared at him. "And rasking isn't even a word."

"What do you want to do, pet?" he asked, stopping her bouncing for a moment.
"Let. Net- Okay, I'll stop it."

"How about a movie?" she asked. "Then again, you probably couldn't sit still
long enough to watch it."

He grinned loopily and started bouncing again. BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE

"How about the Bronze?" she asked.

"Great," he grabbed his duster and her hand and dashed for the door. Willow
marveled at the way his cool flesh cradled hers even in his frenzy. He
babbled pleasant nonsense as he opened the door of the de Soto for her and
started the car.

She raised her eyebrow at him. He wasn't usually so considerate. In fact, he
made a point of being downright rude, just to prove he didn't like any of
them.

On the ride to the Bronze, he gestured wildly as he spoke, occasionally
reaching over to poke her in the side or tickle her. She giggled despite
herself. She liked this new and improved goofy Spike. He was fun. Maybe she
should give him a coffee IV as he slept. Which in itself, probably wouldn't
work.

He nearly ran into a fire hydrant as he pulled into the lot. Willow made
note to insist she drive home.

They by-passed the door-man, who knew Spike. Spike shouted an order for two
coffees and pulled Willow to a corner table. He pulled off her jacket and
tossed it aside. His duster followed suit and he pulled her onto the
dancefloor.

"SPIKE!" she cried. "What are you doing?"

"Gotta dance off some of this energy," he shrugged. "Don't want you staking
me cause I bother you. Wouldn't want ol' Gilesy to come back and find a
little pile of ashes where Spike should be, huh?"

He pulled her into step that was half Partick Swayze in "Dirty Dancing",
half Richard Simmons in "Seating to the Oldies." She grinned, knowing he
wuld be kicking himself for decades after he remembered this the next
morning.

He only slowed when the music shifted into an angsty love ballad.

"Wanna sit this one out?" she asked. "Get some more coffee?"

"Why would I want that?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her. "When I've
got what I want right here?"

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"Spike, we've been here for two hours, aren't you tired yet?" an exhausted
Willow asked. Well, at least his dancing had gotten better. He didn't look
like Kevin Bacon on crack anymore.

"Nope!" he grinned and kept dancing. "Why? Are you too pooped to party, pet?
hee hee, that's funny."

"Yeah, I'm getting a little tired," she nodded. (And I think my feet may
fall off.) As much as she liked, well loved, dancing with Spike, kieeping up
with his boundless energy was nearly impossible."Why don't I go home and you
just stick around and have fun?"

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "I couldn't leave my little Willow to walk
home all by herself! I'm her knight in shining ...pants or something like
that."

"Okay..." her eyebrow arched.

"But what will I get in return?" he asked, grinning wildly and leaning
closer.

"What do you mean?" she asked. 'How about more coffee?"

"Nah, had enough coffee," he babbled. "How about kisses?"

"Chocolate kisses?" she asked. Surely, even in his caffeine-induced delerium
he couldn't mean-

"NO, not chocolate kisses with the stupid little wrappers and the long
pieces of white paper that mock you with their beady little letters! I want
Willow-kisses."

He leaned in closer, his cool lips hovering just above hers.

"Willow kisses?" she squeaked. He brushed his lips across hers, so gently
she almost couldn't feel it. His tongue lapped at her soft warm flesh.

"Smoochies," he whispered, kissing her again. Deeper and more urgently.
"Forbidden lip fruit."

She reluctantly broke the kiss and grabbed their jackets.

"Let's get you home," she grinned and tugged on his arm.

"YAY!" Spike crowed. As he passed through the crowd, he yelled. "I'm going
home to get some Willow-smoochies!"

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"Whoa! Spike, watch out for the- aah!" Willow cried out as they tumbled over
the back of Giles' couch. Their clothes laid in a frenzied, rumpled trail
from the door. The couch tilted and flipped under their weight. They landed
with a thud against its back.

Willow straddled his hips as she gently raked her nails down his chest. His
need for her was pleasantly obvious. She grinned wickedly as she ground
against him. He moaned, she thought his eyes would roll back into his head.

Spike's shirt was torn and hanging from his neck. She ripped it free and
tossed it aside. His lips teased and tormented hers as his hyper hands
foundered on her back, searching for the clasp.

"Bloody hell!" he panted, peering over her shoulder. She giggled, sitting
up.

"It opens in the front," she said.

"You're kidding!" he cried. "That's diabolical! I've spent decades
perfecting this move! Turn around."

She rolled her eyes and unhooked the clasp. She had never been like this
before, especially not with Oz. Oz had a hard enough time keeping the lights
on during sex. Mindless, nearly violent kissing would have made him faint.

Spike's eyes widened as her small perfect breasts came into view. He had
imagined her naked so many times, her bare skin against his.

But his was better than any of his fantasies. She was here with him,
responsive,loving and warm. So warm. He hadn't had a human lover in nearly a
century. He had forgotten how warm they were.

Her heat seared him, he could feel it radiating through the tight denim of
his jeans and coiling around him. He kissed her and closed his eyes. He let
himself get swallowed whole by her scent, her warmth, her loving touch.
Suddenly, they all left him.

His eyes snapped open. All they saw was her silk-clad behind scrambling
towards the stairs. He grinned, grabbing at her ankle. She landed with an
ungraceful thud, glaring up at him. She began backing up the steps towards
Giles' bedroom. He kissed her instep, her ankle, her calf, her kneecap, her
inner thigh. She prayed for his mouth to come closer to her aching core, but
he bypassed it in favor of kissing her hipbones. She groaned with
disappointment. He made an icy path her body, his eyes keeping predatory
contact with hers. He grinned as his mouth found hers.

"What?" she asked, her need making her dizzy.

"I was just wondering," he kissed her, his tongue plunging between her lips.
"Do you bite your lip when you cum?"

Her eyebrows creased. If his talented hands would stay in one place for just
a minute, she could think. "I...ahh...don't think so."

"Can I?" he asked. His blunt teeth grazed her bottom lip, pulling it gently.

She tangled her fingers in his pale silky hair and pulled him closer to her
lips.

"If you're a good boy..."

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"Spiiiike," Willow nuzzled his throat, licking the small hickey she had left
the night before. The poor thing had crashed from caffeine high around 4
a.m., but not before they managed to make the most of every availible flat
surface in Giles' apartment. "Wake uuuup."

He moaned and rolled towards her, pulling her over him. He grinned up at her
sleepily. "Morning, pet."

She pressed her hips into him and her lips brushed over his. "Morning."

"What a way to wake up," he chuckled. They broke the bed sometime around
3:15. Giles' mattress laid at a kilter. They were laying half-on the bed,
half on the floor. His hands rubbed over the warm sainty skin of her back.
He still couldn't believe she was his- his. A point she had proven many many
times the night before.

"Love you," he mumbled.

"What was that?" she asked.

"I said- I said, I love you," he stuttered.

"Well, good," she said, rolling on her back and taking him with her. "Cause
I love you, too."

"No regrets, Willow?" he asked.

"None," she shook her head. Her fingers caressed the smooth planes of his
pale face. His kissed their tips.

Without warning, they heard thunderous steps up Giles' stairs.

"WILLOW!?" the librarian bellowed. "WILLOW? Are you alright?"

The bedroom door swung open. Giles surveyed the scene, the color draining
from his face. He saw the broken bed, Willow and Spike intertwined, and
Willow's bare behind as she tried to dive under the sheets.

"ACK!" he cried and promptly passed out.

"Well, maybe one regret," Willow giggled. "Not locking the bedroom door."

Spike chuckled. He kissed her and pulled the sheets over their heads.
"Ehhh, he'll survive."

THE END

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