Willow laid back onto the pillow as Spike moved over her and kissed
her.

"So, are you going to tell me?" she asked.

"You want another bedtime story, little one?" he grinned.

"I want to know what was said between you and Buffy."

"You pretty much know it all," Spike told her.

"Okay, I know the pretty much. Now, tell me the rest," she insisted.

"Willow, I hate having long conversations in bed," he complained.

"Yeah, but long conversations lead to other things," she smiled.

Spike raised an eyebrow, "Let's just skip the conversation and move on
to the other things."

Willow opened her mouth to protest, and Spike thrust his tongue inside.
She tried to turn her head away, but Spike curled his fingers in her
hair, mindful of her injury, and held her still. He licked and nipped at
her lips and felt Willow's body begin to respond.

Her nipples hardened against his cold, bare chest, and she wound her arm
around his shoulder, pulling him down closer to her. Her other hand
glided down his side and rested on his cock. It twitched in her hand as
she gently raked her nails from its base to the tip.

Spike opened Willow's legs and inserted a finger against her warm clit.
He rubbed it slowly and smiled as she moaned under his experienced
touch. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and kissed it softly. His
left hand moved to her breast and gently squeezed it, his thumb teasing
the nipple.

Willow arched into him as he entered her. She wondered, briefly, if she
would ever get over the feeling of him inside her. The thought was
chased away by consuming need as he began to move inside her.

Her body picked up his rhythm, and she pushed into him, driving herself
onto his hard cock. Her muscles clamped around him, and Spike came with
a growl. Willow's body trembled as his hand resumed the delicious
pressure against her pussy, wet with their mingled juices. She came with
a shuddering moan and clung to him as he rode her, drawing out her
orgasm.

Her lips rested softly on his, her tongue making a slow, lazy dance
inside his mouth. He pulled away, allowing her the breath she needed.

"Now, what was it you wanted to talk about, pet?" Spike asked as he
placed soft kisses on her lips.

"Damned if I know," she grinned.
***
"She's alive?" Xander asked. "Alive alive or dead alive?"

"She isn't dead," Buffy answered.

Xander sank back against the slayer's front door. The relief that surged
through his body was palpable.

"And she's still with--him," he guessed.

"Yes," Buffy nodded.

"What are we going to do about it?"

"Nothing," she told him. "I promised to stay out of it as long as Spike
keeps his distance."

"You must be kidding! Buffy, he's manipulated Willow. She doesn't know
what she's doing!"

"Probably not," she agreed. "We'll just have to bide our time until she
does."

"The hell we will! Where are they?" he demanded.

"Don't be a fool, Xander. You know what happened the other night. We
have to leave her alone, give her time to think things through. She'll
make the right decision. She'll leave him," Buffy explained.

"He'll never let that happen," Xander shook his head.

"We can't help Willow until she wants it," Buffy insisted.

"Maybe you can't, but I can. If you won't help me, I'll track her down
myself. I'll make her listen to me," he said. "Our Willow is still in
there. I'm not giving up on her."

Buffy put a hand on his arm, "You can't fight Spike by yourself."

"Then fight with me," he begged. "Please, Buffy."

The slayer sighed, "All right. But we can't go running after them again.
We saw where that leads. Come on in. We'll figure something out."

Angel waited until they were inside before he stepped out of the cover
of the shadows. He snarled in angry frustration and walked away from the
house.
***
"You don't want to do that," the vampire spoke as Angel reached for the
door into the warehouse.

He whirled around to face the cocky demon, "Yes, actually, I do."

The minion took a step toward Angel, "You may have dominated the
Hellmouth at one time, but not now. You're a card-carrying member of the
soul-possessed. Your presence doesn't exactly strike terror into the
hearts of the undead."

Angel shifted into game face and grabbed the vampire by the throat.

"You want to find out just how much of Angelus is still inside me?" he
growled.

The minion's eyes grew wide with fear under the larger vampire's
crushing grip.

"I didn't think so," Angel sneered and tossed the minion aside.

Angel entered the warehouse and looked around. Spike appeared from a
doorway at the opposite end of the large room.

"Oh, Satan," he growled. "What the hell do you want now?"

Angel came straight to the point, "We have to talk. Willow may be in for
trouble again."

"The slayer," Spike said.

Angel nodded, "With a little prodding from a friend."

"Not that bloody wanker!" Spike growled. "I'll snap his head clean off
his neck!"

"Spike?" Willow's voice drifted across the room.

The handsome blonde demon turned as the she came to stand beside him.
Clad only in Spike's shirt, she looked soft and rumpled from sleep.

"What's going on?" she looked over at Angel.

Angel forced his mind off of the sight of the small woman in front of
him and back to the problem at hand.

"We've got trouble, Willow," Angel said. "Buffy and Xander."

She looked up at Spike, "I should just break his neck."

Angel grinned, "Spike's already got that covered."

"Oh, goody," she sighed.

"Seriously," Spike said. "I don't think you're up to much more of this,
baby."

"I agree," Angel spoke.

"And you've come to aid and abet? Why does that set off alarm bells?"
Spike asked.

"I don't give a damn about you," Angel admitted. "But I do care about
Willow. If Xander doesn't succeed in dragging her off again--"

"He won't," Spike vowed.

"He may kill her trying," Angel finished. "Buffy's about to break her
promise, Spike."

Willow moaned at the thought of yet another brawl with the slayer and
the dimwit. Spike put an arm around her and pressed her against his
side. She gathered her senses and drew herself up.

"So, you're here to help us?" she asked Angel.

"I won't hurt Buffy," he told her. "But I won't let her hurt you,
either."

"And you've got a plan, I suppose?" Spike said.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Angel nodded.

End.

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