Part 1

   Willow stepped in the door closing her umbrella. "Sorry to keep you guy's waiting," She apologized, hanging up her coat.

    Xander broke away from his kiss with Anya. "Oh hey Will. Your late," He said.

   Willow looked at the floor. "Sorry, it was raining," She explained, mumbling.

   Buffy looked up from filing her nails. "Well we could have used you. There are some books over there for you to start on," Buffy pointed
 to a large stack of books in front of Willow's computer.

   "Right," Willow mumbled, walking over and sitting down with a book. Buffy rolled her eyes and looked over at the kissing couple.

   "Hey Xand, Riley's coming by to get me. You two need a ride?" She asked.

   "Sure," Xander said nodding. He got up to go get their coats.

   Giles walked in, "Leaving already?" He asked sitting down.

   Buffy nodded, "Yeah, Willows got it. We're going," She said grabbing her coat from Xander.

  Willow lowered her head, knowing Giles was looking at her, and silently cursed the tears that were threatening to spill.

  Giles shook his head, ignoring his slayer as she left. He couldn't understand why the gang took such advantage of Willow, Or for that matter, why she let them. Or why he stood for it all. He mentally sighed and grabbed a book.

   Spike woke to the smell of tears. He sniffed again, recognizing Willow. He cursed under his breath knowing that Bitchy and her twits must have done something. He heard Willow's light footsteps coming closer to the bathroom and closed his eyes pretending to be asleep.

   Willow poked her head in the bathroom and slowing walked in, thinking Spike to be asleep. She stood for a moment staring at him. He
looked so peaceful when asleep. His cheekbones casting shadows down his face, bleached blond hair ruffled against the tub. He was beautiful.

  "Take a picture, it'll last longer"

  Willow blushed and laughed, "Actually you don't show up on film, so  it won't last at all."

   Spike rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Fine! Gawk at me if you must!"

  Willow blushed a deeper shade of red, "I was not gawking! I was just, uh, thinking! And I, um... zoned out and I GUESS my eyes were on you."

   Spike chuckled at her babbling, "Whatever, I'm just a piece of meat to you! I don't even need to be awake anymore."

   Willow ignored him, "So you ready to come out?"

   "Slutty and the others gone?"

  "Yep. Oh, wait, I mean, Don't call her that!" Willow giggled.

   "Yeah, real convincing. So unlock me already!" Spike held his hands out.

  Willow unlocked his cuffs, ignoring every bush of his hands against hers.

  Spike smiled at her look of intense concentration as she continued unlocking him. He knew she had a crush on him and he honestly couldn't say he didn't have one back. How could he not with that red hair that perfectly frames her face, with that ivory skin that contrasts her sparkling green eyes, not to mention her body. Legs he knew must go up to her beautiful neck. But it wasn't just her beauty that intrigued him. She was so sweet, with sparks of fire that hid behind her eyes. And the babbling, he could never get enough of the babbling, she was just so cute, babbling like a three year old out of those lips. Oh the dreams he'd had about those lips...  He felt his cock start to rise and snapped back to reality. Willow had finished unlocking him and was now sitting back looking at him with a weird look on her face.

    "What?" He asked.

   Willow smiled, "Where did you go? You kinda dazed off."

  Spike smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know." He said suggestively.

  Willow blushed and stood up. "I'll go warm up some blood for you." She smiled and walked out.
 

  Spike stood and stretched. He always enjoyed their flirting. It was always so cute when she blushed. He smiled slightly and followed her out. Spike walked into the kitchen just as the microwave beeped. Willow handed him his mug of blood and went to the fridge to grab a coke. Spike sat down at the table blowing on the steaming blood before taking a sip. When Willow joined him he looked up.

  "So what are we doing tonight?" He asked.

  Willow scrunched up her nose, "Research," She answered.

  Spike rolled his eyes, "Let me guess, Buffy pinned it on you, than left to boink cow boy?"

  Willow giggled lightly, "Bingo. And his name is Riley."

   Spike glared at her playfully, "Defending him are we? Can you really deny his startling resemblance to a cow?" He asked.

  Willow cocked her head in mock thoughtfulness. "No, but cows are cool. He's more like a wild boar."
 

   Spike laughed at that, "How do you figure?" He questioned.

  Willow thought for a moment, "Oh I don't know, big, horny animal, large head, small brain, ill regard to sexual partners... to name a few."

   Spike almost choked on his blood, "RED! That was just mean! I'm so proud!"

  Willow smiled, enjoying the look of pride on his face. "Well I try. Every now and then I say something mean, but don't tell Buffy. Stupid cow. Would have a heart attack if I wasn't always the perfect little girl I play up to be," Willow said with half sarcasm.

  Spike raised a questioning brow. "What's with all the references to cows?"

  Willow laughed, "I don't know? You wouldn't have though Sunnydale for a farming community would you," She asked jokingly.

  Spike smiled, than had an idea, "Hey what do you say we ditch the research and go have some fun?"

  Willow frowned, "Like leave?" She asked. She thought about it when Spike nodded. "Where?" She asked.

  Spike got excited. She wanted to go. Where to go, where to go? The Bronze is too stupid to go to, plus Bitch and friends would probably be in attendance. The park was too dangerous. An idea struck.

  "Shopping. Let's go shopping."

    Willow's face visibly paled. "Shopping?" She asked.

  Spike frowned. <Stupid!! She hates shopping! Smooth! Real smooth!>

  At Spike's look of disappointment, Willow forced a smile. "Well I never thought I'd ditch all responsibility to shop, but it sounds great! Let's go," She said cheerfully.

  With a big smile, Spike downed the rest of his blood and threw the mug in the sink. "I'll go tell Giles." He said rushing out of the kitchen.

  Willow shook her head, smiling, once he was gone. "What kinda vampire likes shopping?" She asked the empty room before getting up to grab her coat.

  Spike found Giles reading in his room.

  "Yes?" Giles asked looking up at the vampire.

  Spike shuffled nervously on his feet "Well, um, I got a favor to ask." He blurted.

  "Oh?" Giles asked.

  "Um yeah, well two actually. First, can I take Willow shopping? And second, can I borrow the car if I can?" Spike said in a rush.

  Giles bit his lip to keep from laughing at the vampire's childish display. "Yes to both favors, try to have her home by twelve and behave." Giles said in a fatherly tone. "Oh, and have fun."

  Spike smiled, relieved. "Yes dad! Jeepers! This'll be swell!" Spike said before winking at Giles. "Thanks." He said sincerely, before walking out the door.

     Giles smiled happily behind him, glad that the two seemed to finally be owning up to there feelings for the other. He settled back into his book, smiling at the sound of his car
pulling away.

  Willow sat nervously in the passenger seat of Giles' car. Her knuckles were turning white from holding the car door and Spikes leg for dear life, shuddering at Spikes attempt to drive. She closed her eyes, blocking out the speeding landscape around her. She opened her eyes and looked over at Spike, who seemed to be enjoying every moment of his 'driving'

  Spike looked over to Willow and noted her white face. "What?" He asked innocently.

  She glared at him. "SLOW DOWN!" She screamed.

  Spike smiled and immediately slowed to the speed limit.

  "Thank you." Willow sighed.

  They rode in silence for a few moments until Willow spoke up.

  "So what are we shopping for?" She asked.

  Spike shrugged. "Anything. It doesn't matter." He looked over at her smiling. "And I'm buying."

  Willow looked at him in surprise. "Thanks, but that's really ok." She said.

  Spike shook his head. "Nope, I'm buying. I've got all the money I could ever possibly need. It's time I spent it. And who better to spend it on than you?" He asked.

  Willow blushed and turned to look out the window.

  Spike, satisfied with his compliment let the conversation lull, and they finished the drive in comfortable silence.

  They stepped into the mall and looked around in awe. Neither being heavy shoppers, they didn't know where to start.

  "Where to pet?" Spike asked.

  Willow shrugged. "Don't care. You go, I'll follow." She declared.

  Spike got an evil gleam in his eye and grinned wickedly, "Victoria's secret it is," He said dragging her towards the entrance.

  "NO!" Willow yelped. Stopping in her tracks, "Alright not anywhere! Be reasonable."

  Spike grinned lazily, "What? You don't want me to buy you any frilly knickers?" He asked in a hurt tone.

  Willow blushed and tried to ignore the shivers crawling down her spine, "Oh hush!" She said.

  Spike laughed, breathing in her arousal, and started walking towards a teen clothing store, "Come on luv. We've got some shopping to do."

  "How's this?" Willow asked, holding up a lavender sweater.

  Spike cringed, "Luv! It's like, ninety degrees outside! You live in California for god's sake! Get rid of the fluff!" he laughed.

  Willow sighed and put the sweater back, "Fine! I'm yours what do you suggest?"

  " i am NOT wearing that!" willow said, grabbing the scrap of cloth that was posing as a shirt away from spike.

  spike looked at it. "why not? it'd be cute on you!" he argued.

  willow caved and and threw it in her pile of 'try-on's'.

  "how's this?" spike asked holding up a ripped up suede tank top with ccomplicated strings everywhere.

  "i'll try it." willow said, almost laughing. she was learning quickly that spikes taste was a bit... skimpy. but try telling him that. to be honest she rather like some or the stuff he'd picked out, but she would never wear clothes that daring... no matter how much she wanted to.

  spike noticed willow zoning out and decided it was time for phaze 2. trying stuff on. he picked up the bundle of clothes and caught willow's attention, motioning for her to follow him to the fitting rooms. he umped the clothes on the floor of a fitting room and waited for willow to make her way over.

  "excuse me sir, 6 item limit." an attendant told him pointing to the sign on the door.

  spike rolled his eyes. "come on lady! this place is empty, it's not like you need the room." he argued

  the woman shook her head. "i'm sorry sir, store policy." she said.

  spike growled. "fine! 6 items per room, that's just fine!" he grabbed the bundle of clothes and seperated 6 items, hanging them on the
 door, then moved to the next room, hanging 6 items on that door and so on untill all the rooms were taken.

  willow walked up, looking around. "uh which room is mine?" she asked.

  spike smiled smuggly. "any one you want. they're all yours." he said daring the attendant to argue.

  the fitting attendant quickly shuffled away, not liking the dangerous look in the mans eyes.

  Willow laughed at the look of pride on Spike's face. "Are you harrassing the sales ladies? for shame!" She said wagging a finger at him.

  Spike gave her a secretive smile and a wink. "Jealose?" He asked.

  Willow blushed and hustled into the nearest dressing room. She reached for the clothes hanging on the door. Sighing she grabbed the
 first shirt, a small spagetti strap tank top, and tried it on. It was a size to small but it looked good, accentuating every curve, and red was her color. She tried on a pair of black leather pants on with it and turned to admire herself in the mirror.

  "You coming out?" She heard Spike ask from behind the door. She hesitated before grabbing the door knob and stepping out.

  Spike gasped at the vision before him. He knew she was gorgeous but good god where had THOSE been hiding? And the flat stomach, leather encased legs, slender arms and shoulders. She looked absolutly ravashing.

  Willow grew self conscious under his heated gaze. She looked away before meeting his eyes. He looked ready to eat her, and not nescesarily in a vampiric way. "Spike?" She asked.

  Spike looked up at her face, which looked slightly flushed. "Huh?"

  Willow let out a breath when his eyes went back to normal, she couldn't quite place the emotion she had seen, but she liked it. "Oh nothing, nevermind." She said, her mind whirling.

  Spike shifted in his chair, trying to ease his erection. "You look beautiful." He said softly.

  Willow smiled. "Thank you. I'll go try something else now." she said, turning around, and providing Spike a nice view of her ass before the door closed behind her.

  Willow removed her shirt and like a bolt of lightning it hit her.  the look in his eye's. It was lust.

He wants me!> Willow thought. <I've gotta be going nuts! It's the hellmouth! It's gotta be! I'm finally losing my sanity! Okay, calm down Willow, he's probably just hungry... yeah, hungry for hot, sweaty, sex! NO! Bad Willow! Spike does NOT like you like that! Vice Versa! Your the one that wants him! Not the other way around! NO! Stop thinking!!!

  "You still in there?" Spike called.

  "Yes!" Willow squeaked. She snapped out out her stupid rambles and threw away those thoughts, concentrating on trying on clothes. She picked up the next shirt in the pile, deciding to leave the leather pants on. This shirt was a bit more... daring, with only one string tying in the back, holding up the scrap of leather tight against her. "Jesus! I look like Vamp Willow!" She exclaimed, pleased.

  Spike raised a brow from outside the room. "What was that luv?" He asked.

  "Oh nothing." Willow called out.

  Spike let the comment slip, filing it away for future reference. The door opened and once again Willow stepped out to model to Spike. Spike's jaw dropped as his cock rose painfully.

  Immediately noticing the bulge in Spike's jeans, Willow decided it was time to play it up a bit. She raised her arms and twirled around, her breasts rising almost fully into Spike's view, leaving almost nothing encased in the leather shirt. "You like?" She asked innocently.

  Spike gulped and shut his mouth, not wanting to make a complete fool of himself. "You look stunning." He whispered huskily.

  Willow giggled, throwing all caution to the wind. "Well duh! You did pick it out didn't you?" She said jokingly. She quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching before sauntering over to where Spike stood gawking. She pressed herself against him, enjoying the feel of his erection against her body. She moved her mouth by his ear, sucking his lobe into her mouth.

  Spike was in heaven at the feel of her warm body so close to his, her hot breath on his neck, her tounge tracing the most wonderful patterns over his ear, sending sensations down his body, making his cock throb. He felt her tounge leave his ear before hearing her whispered words.

  "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

  And suddenly she was gone. His eyes shot open at the loss of her warmth to see the door of her dressing room close behind her.

  Once back in the room, Willow closed her eyes and counted to three. On three the banging began.

  "Let me in!" Spike yelled, banging even harder. The door opened a crack and peeped out.

  "Yes?" she asked.

  Spike glared at her. "Let me in!" He demanded. "Now!"

  Willow smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, but I'm changing right now, and to let you in would be horribly inappropriate." She explained.

  Spike growled. "LET ME IN!"

  Willow sighed dramatically. "Fine! if you insist." She opened the door wider and Spike rushed in.

  Once he was inside, Willow didn't know what to expect. Spike looked her up and down and pushed her against the mirror, invading her mouth with his.

  Willow's head was swimming at the feel of his cold tounge running through her mouth, savoring his taste. Her hands went up to his hair, grabbing hold of his short locks and pulling his head harder against her.

  Spike felt like he was being devoured. Her tongue in his mouth, roaming every inch of cheek, and swirling over his teeth and lips pulling his head down to taste more of him. She was in control. Despite the fact that he had initiated the kiss, she was definatly in control.

  Willow moved her hands out of his hair and let them roam down his body. She got to the collar of his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying. She smiled hearing him moan, and gently bit his tongue, scraping her teeth lightly over it.

  Spike groaned deep in his throat at her teeth on his tongue. Just then, her warm hands roamed lightly over his bare chest, stopping briefly to scrape his nipples. He arched his back, breaking the kiss and immediately felt her tongue on his nipple. He hissed in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around his nipple gently before biting down, hard. He bucked his hips against her, needing more, but she just giggled and moved to the next nipple.

  Spike decided it was time to start participating and moved his hands behind her to untie her shirt. With one pull of a string, the leather shirt fluttered to the floor, leaving Willow clad in only a pair of leather pants. His hand moved to her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple before capturing it between his fingers and giving it a twist.

  Willow gave a yell as sparks ran from her nipples to her dripping core. Her hands fumbled to open Spike's jeans. She finally got the button undone and un-zipped the jeans, feeling her hand brush against his hard member as it sprang out of confinement. She let his jeans fall to the floor and captured his cock in her small hand, still teasing his nipple with her tongue.

  Spike gasped as her warm hand enclosed over his cock. His hands left her breasts and went to her waist, tugging her pants off with ease. He looked down at her standing before him, her mouth on his chest and her hands on his dick, just the way he'd always dreamed. He smiled and ripped off her cotton panties, dipping a finger into her sopping pussy.

  Willow's eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of Spike's cold fingers so near to her entrance.

  "Spike! Please!" She begged, guiding his cock to her pussy.

  Spike smiled and complied, positioning himself outside her virgin hole. He took her tongue in his mouth ready to plunge into her warmth when the insistent banging on the door came.

 "Sunnydale Police! Come out with your hands up."

 Willow's eyes widened and she pushed Spike away from her. "Shit!" She exclaimed, looking for some clothes. She pulled on her shirt as Spike pulled up his pants.

  The banging on the door became more insistent. "Come out now or we're coming in," The cops yelled.

  Willow pulled her jeans on and stepped out the door. As soon as she as out the cops grabbed and cuffed her. They then rushed into the room and cuffed Spike.

  "You're both under arrest for copulation in a public facility. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used..."

  The voices faded out to Willow as she was led, with Spike, out of the store and into a cop car. She smiled briefly on the way out as Spike threw the fitting attendant his credit card and told her to charge everything he'd picked out, to it.

  They rode to the police station in silence, sharing secret glances like two kindergartners who were caught kissing in the coat closet.

  Once they were at the station, they were thrown into a cell with five other criminals and left with one guard as their reports were filed.

  Willow sat on the metal bench and motioned for Spike to sit by her. Spike smiled and sat down.

  "Hey." Willow said softly.

  Spike smiled at her. "Hey." He answered. They sat in silence for a few moments, neither knowing what to say.

  "I'm glad it didn't happen just now." Spike finally said.

  Willow's face fell. "Oh yeah, me too." She said, willing herself not to cry.

  Spike smiled at her again and softly grabbed her chin, bringing her face up to his. "When I take you, it'll be in a bed, where I can worship you properly. Not against some security mirror in a cheap mall. I want to take you against a down mattress, with satin sheets, and anything else you could possibly want." He whispered. Spike lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

  "Hey! None of that! That's what got you in here in the first place!" Said a guard from outside the cell.

  Spike chuckled and removed his lips from hers, raising his hand to wipe away her tears.

  A cop walked in and briefly talked to the guard before signing something and leaving. The guard beckoned to them and walked over to unlock the cell.

  "Alright you're both up for bail. One hundred dollars each. You each get one phone call. Good luck." He said handing them each a quarter. He liked these two. It wasn't often in Sunnydale you see a young couple looking so happy. He honestly hoped they'd work out.

  Willow and Spike walked over to where the payphone had been installed. Willow looked nervously at Spike before dropping the quarter in the slot and dialing the familiar number, it rung three times before the call was answered.

  "Hi. Giles, I need some help." Willow listened briefly before looking alarmed. "Oh no Nothing like that! No, it's just... well, Spike and I are in jail."

  Roughly five minutes, and a lot of explaining later, Willow hung up the phone and sighed.

  "It'll be about a half hour. He has to take a cab here since his car is still at the mall." She explained.

  Spike looked scared. "Is he mad?" He asked.

  Willow smiled. "Actually no. He didn't even sound surprised. Odd an." She laughed.

  Spike let out an un-needed breath. "Oh good!" he said relieved. He really wanted to be able to make love to Willow before an angry father figure took his un-life. He stopped his train of thought. He'd thought love. He wanted to make LOVE to willow. He loved her.

  Giles handed the cab driver a twenty and instructed him to wait while he went inside. Stepping out of the cab, Giles took a breath before bravely walking into the building.

  He immediately saw Spike and Willow sitting quite comfortably by each other. Or maybe on each other would have been a better way of putting it.

  Giles smiled and walked to the front counter. "Hello. I'm here to bail those two out." Giles said and pointed to the couple.

  The cop smiled. "Oh, our little lovebirds over there? You her dad?" The cop asked.

  "Oh, uh, no... just a friend." Giles stammered.

  "Oh. Sorry. You just looked like the fatherly type." The cop explained.

  "Well thank you. I do think of her as more of a daughter anyway." Giles said smiling.

  The cop smiled with him. "Well, go easy on them, Pops. They seem to be in love."

  Giles looked at the couple again and his smile grew. "Yes. They do, don't they."

Part 8

  Willow looked up from playing with Spike's hands to see Giles at the front counter filling out papers. She looked up at Spike, who had fallen asleep. "Giles is here." She whispered in his ear.

  Spike had been having the most beautiful dream, in which a certain naked redhead was tied to a bed, screaming her love for him and begging for his touch. That glorious picture faded at the sound of her voice pulling him awake.

  "Huh?" He asked groggily.

  Willow grinned. "You were asleep." She whispered.

  Spike smirked sexily. "You noticed that too huh? So what was your first hint? The closed eyes or the whole 'waking up' bit I just did?"

  Willow giggled and her hand slid down to his crotch and she gently cupped him. "How 'bout the rather large bulge in you jeans and the fact that you've been moaning for the last ten minutes." She whispered huskily.

  If Spike could have blushed, his face would have been the color of her hair. "Yeah, but I do that when I'm awake too." He said wiggling his eyebrows at her.

  "So what were you dreaming about?" She asked giggling.

  "You'll see soon enough," He said. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, running his tongue over her lips and into her mouth. He brought his hands up and entangled them in her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss.

  *COUGH*

  They pulled away quickly and guiltily looked up at Giles. Giles was standing in front of them, trying, but failing miserably, not to laugh.

  Giles tried to look serious as he readied himself to scold them. "This one, I'll let slide. If I ever have to get up at 12:00 am, to bail you two out of jail again, I'm telling Buffy." Giles reprimanded. He turned to Spike. "And you were supposed to have her home by now! What do you two have to say for yourselves?"

  Spike and Willow looked at each other and back at Giles, grinning.

  "Sorry dad." They said in perfect unison, before busting out laughing.

  Giles shook his head, leading them out of the station and into the waiting cab. The cab took them to the mall, where they picked up Giles' car. Giles left them with the cab and drove himself home, knowing that Spike wouldn't be back for quite some time.

The cab drove away after dropping the two off in front of Willow’s house. They stood and stared at the house for a moment before spike broke into a grin.

 “Shall we go shag dear?” he asked grinning. Willow smacked him and stepped forward, pulling out her keys. She unlocked the door and stepped in, turning on the lights.

“Ahem, pet?” Spike coughed.

 Willow blushed in embarrassment. “Oh! I’m sorry Spike! Come- wait, what would you do to get in here?” She asked wickedly.

 Spike narrowed his eyes at her. “What do you mean Red? He asked suspiciously.

Willow gave him what she hoped was a sexy grin. “It’s quite simple really. What would you do to get inside…?” she grinned, leaving the question open.

Spike’s interest piqued. “Why, I think I’d do just about anything…” he answered.

Willow raised an eyebrow. “Anything?” she asked, moving to the couch and kicking off her shoes. She settled down comfortably.

 Spike’s eyes darkened in lust. “Anything.” He confirmed huskily.

Willow grinned as she slid off her socks. <Start small and work your way up> she thought as the bare skin of her feet came into view. And her pretend striptease seemed to be affecting him. “Spike,” she started.  “What gets you hot?”

Spike looked at her as he thought. His eyes traveled down her body to her bare feet and he gave a little moan. “Feet.” He answered.

 Willow looked at him oddly. “Feet?” She asked.

Spike nodded furiously. “Feet are sexy.” He defended.

Willow smiled. “So would you lick my toes to get in?” she asked, wiggling her toes.

Spike pretended to think it over. “You ticklish?” he asked.

Willow didn’t answer, she just kept wiggling her toes.

Spike sighed. “Yes, I would lick, nibble, and suck your toes to get in.” He said desperately.

 Willow held her hands up. “Well then, who am I to stop you? Come in.” She said.

Spike scrambled through the door, slamming it behind him, and tackled Willow on the couch. He kissed her lips, and neck and ran his hands all along her body, finally working his way down to her feet. He licked all around her toes, occasionally sucking one into his mouth. He scratched along the inside of her arch, and licked her ankles. Moving his way up her legs he reached her waist and tugged on her shirt. He looked up to her lust emblazoned eyes and got the permission he’d been craving. With that he ripped her shirt off her body and explored her with his mouth, dipping into her navel and traveling over her flat tummy.

 He reached her cotton-enclosed breasts and took in a gasp of unneeded air. They were perfect. Her tightened nipples were erect under the soft white cloth and he could even see a hue of pink showing through. He tentatively reached a hand up and ran his fingers gently over the hard nub. Willow moaned and arched a little, making Spike grin. He ran his hand over her nipple again, this time with more pressure. She hissed and arched again.

 “Spike…” she managed to say

 “Yes luv?” Spike asked playfully, giving her nipple a sweet little twist.

She gasped harshly and bucked, the sensations flowing from her nipples to her hot core. “Don’t stop…” She hissed.

“Wasn’t planning to Red.” He said. He caught her eyes and gave her a little wink, then covered her nipple with his mouth.

Through the thin cotton of her bra, Willow felt his cool tongue swipe over her. She nearly screamed at the sensations racing through her and bucked her hips, grinding against Spike’s hard body between her legs.

Spike lifted his mouth from her nipple and held her hips down with one hand. “Not yet Ducks.” He scolded before returning his attentions to her perfect breasts.

Annoyed, Willow gathered her strength and flipped them, so she was on top. “You were saying?” she asked wickedly before snaking a hand in between them and cupping the bulge she found there.  She traced her hand over his jeans for a moment before her tongue crept out of her mouth and swiped over his open lips, briefly brushing his tongue.

 Suddenly she pushed herself off of him and stood. “I’ll be upstairs in my bedroom” she said emphasizing bed.

 Spike lay where he was for a moment before standing to follow his redhead. He grinned as he realized he’d finally met his equal. And he’d be damned if her let her go.

 He halted as he came to her door and slowly opened it.  His eyes settled on the nude figure lounging on the bed.

 “It’s about time you got up here.” Willow grinned sexily. She patted the bed beside her. “Come, sit… “ She instructed.

Spike stalked over to where she lay and sat down capturing her in a kiss as he hit the mattress. Not at all protesting, Willow tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him deeper in. Spike crawled over her on all fours, touching her everywhere, as she worked her way to undressing him. She managed to de-vest him of his shirt and shoe but was struggling with the buckle of his belt.

 Spike was in heaven as her nimble fingers stripped him of his shirt, letting him feel the warmth of her fingertips as they unconsciously slid over his cool flesh. His eyes rolled in his head as she pulled off his shoe with her feet, never breaking their kiss. And now… now she was at his belt, her hands touching his stomach as she struggled to strip him. Finally he reached down and unbuckled the belt himself, not being able to take more of her torture.

 She quickly tugged off his pants with her hands and feet and was rewarded with a loud groan.  Remembering his lack of undergarment she lifted her hips, rubbing her slick folds against him.

 Spike groaned at the feel of her sex against him and looked into her eyes. “I love you.” He whispered huskily before crushing her mouth in a kiss, as he thrust inside her.

 Willow rolled her head back as he filled her completely. She felt him withdraw and then thrust again. She’d never felt such pleasure. She lifted her hips to meet his next thrust and soon they had set a pace. Continuing the kiss they worked each other to the edge. Spike knew he was approaching his release slid his hand to her core and swiped a finger over her clit. With a scream, Willow came around him, her walls milking him to release.

They collapsed against each other whispering words of passion and drifting to sleep, not noticing the insistent banging on the Rosenburgs’ front door.

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