Coupling: Willow/Spike
Summery: Spike thinks of Willow.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all.
Rating: R
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Here I sit in the bleedin' Watcher's house, yet again. Did ya know how much I hate it here. Sitting in the middle of all these bloody humans. If it wasn't for her I would have left them long ago.
She sits there every night behind a book or that blasted computer, hiding that beautiful face. Her flaming hair falls into her eyes just now, and that delicate hand moves it back behind her perfect ear. She really has no idea that I love her. Yeah, me the bite less vampire, chip for brains.
She thinks I love that blasted slayer. The slut is just not good enough for love. Yeah, a shag would be great but she'd pale in comparison to my love.
We've been together before, yet none of these mortals no what a while girl My Red is. She can go for hours. Dog boy was stupid, she's like fire. She was shy at first, being with that boy must have gave her doubts. I know she was doubtful of any skills she had at lovemaking. That dame boy, showed her nothing of what she could be.
Making love with her is like an adventure, teaching and learning something about each other each time. Why though you ask does she think I love the slayer? Because that is what I need her to believe, she doesn't want to her friends to know about us. I know that she'd choose them or me if it came to that so I'm making the chose easier for her, saving my self the rejection. Forcing her to see me with someone else so she won't fight me on it.
I know if she thought I loved her she'd fight to be with me again, so close yet in everyone else's eyes so far. Living or unliving like that is hell.
Did ya know I unlive in hell, well now you do. Loving and not having is hell. Being in the same room as her is heaven and hell, did ya know that?
Every time I'm alone and thinking of her, bringing myself off with memories of the last time we were together. What you didn't think I wanked, I told you I live in hell. Her hands on my back as I sink into her again, yup my imaginations workin' again. And when I finally reach that place where she's crying my name in my memory, I cum gallons. Did ya know it was her name I always whisper.
"My Willow."
Did ya know she's mine?