Odd bit of info here... the original title was Dear Diary but it has nothing to do with a diary anymore so I changed it! So there! Ha!
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~Part: 1~
"I think that's the last of my stuff." Willow said to Spike as she handed him a heavy box to carry up the stairs.
"I hope so. My back is killing me." He complained.
"Hey I didn't make you carry the stuff. You offered." She said as she threw herself on the black leather couch.
"I didn't expect that I was going to have to move an entire household. I mean come on, you're only 22. I thought maybe some clothes and a few pieces of furniture. But not an entire living room, bedroom, and kitchen." He said sitting down next to her.
"Hey! My parents made me move it. And anyway you still offered." She said closing her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know." He said.
*****
"Ohm. You're cooking from now on." Willow groaned, having over eaten
Spike's spaghetti.
"Liked that did you?" He chuckled, as he picked up the dirty dishes.
"What? You mean you couldn't tell by the 3 plates I ate?" She asked sarcastically.
"No I just thought you were hungry." He grinned.
"Now come on and help me clean up the mess." He told her.
"I don't think I can move." She said.
"Oh well then. I guess I won't cook, MY linguine tomorrow." He challenged.
"I'm up!" She yelled, as she jumped to her feet.
"I thought you'd see it my way." He chuckled.
"You got me alright. Linguine is my weak spot." She said, as she washed the dishes.
"Oh, Really?" He asked. "Yup." She said.
"I'll have to remember that." He said.
"So what movie did you rent?" Spike asked Willow as she entered the door.
"Um. The Wedding Planer, and The House on Haunted Hill." She said, sitting down on the couch, handing him the movies.
"Oh goodie, A chick flick, and a wanna be scary movie." He said distastefully.
"Hey! They are both good movies." She said.
"Well see about that."
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"See what did I tell you?" Willow asked.
"Okay, The Wedding Planner wasn't too bad. For a Chick Flick, and The House on Haunted Hill was all right. Still could have used a little bit more scare. But I'll tell you one thing that handsome bloke with the camera at the beginning was an awesome actor." Spike said as he stood stretching.
"You're just saying that because he looked just like you." Willow said matter of- factly.
"I do look smashing don't I?" Spike flirted.
"Yeah Spike. You're just the hottest thing alive." Willow gushed. Playing along with his flirts for once. Usually she'd just blush and change the subject but tonight she wanted to play.
"Really love?" He challenged back.
"Yup your up there between a fungus demon and a.a. I got it between a fungus demon and the gentlemen." Willow giggled out.
"Ouch and the ego takes a hard blow right below the belt." Spike said in an annoying announcers voice.
"Oh poor baby, did the sweet little human hurt the 'Big Bad's' ego?" Willow asked in a mocking tone.
"About as bad as getting my ass kicked by the slayer actually." Spike said suddenly very serious.
Instantly Willow regretted picking on him. "Spike I'm sorry. I was only kidding. I didn't really mean it." Willow said trying to redeem herself.
"Luv. Gotcha." Spike said as he burst out laughing.
"Oh you are so dead!" Willow yelled as she launched her self at Spike, who was bent over at the waist from laughing so hard. He looked up just in time to see a red fury headed his way.
"And that's what you get." Willow said as she sat on top of him. She was playfully punching him in the chest and stomach. She was hitting him just hard enough to sting.
"Luv!" Spike yelled as she kept hitting him. She looked up at him sheepishly.
"Ops." Willow grinned.
"Sorry, I get carried away sometimes." She said.
"It's okay." Spike said.
"So where did you learn to box?" Spike asked intrigued.
"There are many things you don't know about me." Willow said, a smile crossing her face that could be described as nothing but wicked.
"There are many, many things you don't know about me Spikey."
"Name one." Spike challenged.
"Okay, you got it. I took gymnastics for 2 years, top of my class and then I got bored so I quit. You're turn." Willow said.
"Okay I'll tell you something, come closer, closer." Her neck was mere centimeters from his face. "You're squashing me." Spike whispered into her ear, making sure to blow air in her ear. She shivered, chills running up and down her spine, eyes unfocused. Funny how she could be reduced into mush by just him blow into her ear. "Luv?" Spike asked, concerned.
"Huh? Oh. OH!" Willow said as it finally dawned on her that she was still straddling his waist. She was about to sit up when she made the mistake of looking into his eyes. The clear blue orbs, piercing straight into her soul. The color of Ice when he was happy or playful, the color of the blue sky on a cloudless day, and the color of cerulean when he was angry. But when he was flirting with her his eyes were a midnight stormy blue. Like looking out into an angry ocean in the middle of a storm, just like right now.
Unconsciously she flicked her tongue out and licked her lips. His eyes darkened, her breathing became deeper and more frantic. She felt like her heart was about to explode. Slowly she started leaning down her eyes locked on his lips. His perfect lips, they look so soft. I wonder what they taste like she absently wandered.
She's still on me. "Luv?" He asked.
"Huh? Oh. OH!" She looked like a deer caught in headlights of an oncoming truck. She was just staring into my eyes. Her beautiful Jade eyes searching mine. For what I have no Idea. But I felt like she was looking into my non-existent soul. Then she licked her lips. Oh those lips. Perfect in every aspect, from the way she smiles when she's happy to the way they drawn into a thin tight line when she's angry. She's staring at my lips now. Even as she nervously chews on her bottom lip, next thing I know, she's leaning closer, and I'm moving closer. Just as our lips are about to meet. *Ding-dong* I've waited almost 2 years and I get so bloody hell'in close! Damn it! So close.
I'm fixing to kiss Spike, my best friend Spike. The once evil, sadistic, murdering, vampire. My once enemy who has tried to kill me more time than I care to remember. And he's fixing to kiss me, almost there, just a little closer. *Ding dong*
"I. uh. I gotta answer the door." Willow said scrambling off of him. Practically running to the front door. "Spike, It's Buffy I'll be back before dark. Later!" Willow said as she dragged the confused Buffy back out the door.
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"Dish!" Buffy commanded once they were safely in Willow's 1979 blue corvette. Just as she was pulling out of the drive way she looked up and caught Spike watching them. She peeled out of the driveway. Trying to get away from those beautiful blue eyes.
"Willow spill it now!" Buffy told her again. Gripping the dashboard for life.
"Oh its nothing." Willow turned and smiled at Buffy.
"Road! Eyes on Road!" Buffy yelled.
"Ops." Willow giggled.
"Now dish it girl!" Buffy said.
"It's nothing really?!?" Willow said.
"Look I know you got a thing for the undead back there so just spill it." Buffy told her causing Willow's mouth to drop open and caused her to take her eyes off the road to look at Buffy. "WILLOW ROSENBURG! Keep your eyes on the road!" Buffy squealed as Willow swerved violently. "Okay no more talk while your driving. Like I can't chew gum, walk, and talk, you can't talk about this and drive." Buffy said, her grip on the door ever tightening.
"Okay." Willow squeaked out meekly.
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