Willow placed the last ornament on Giles tree, and stepped back. The entire group was out Christmas shopping, and Willow was already done, so she decided to stay behind. She knew Giles would like this surprise, since he was complaining about the decorating he would have to do.
"Red? What are you doing here." a voice interrupted Willow's thoughts. She shook her head, and turned to see Spike.
"Hello Spike, and I'm decorating. The groups out Christmas shopping." She explained.
"Ah." He flopped down on the couch, next to her.
"And you are here, why?" she asked.
"I was bored, thought I'd see what you scoobies were up to." He said, watching Willow. "Well their not here, and I'm not exactly the most interesting person alive."
"At least you're more interesting than them." Spike said, nodding his head towards a picture of the entire group, on Giles desk.
"I wouldn't say that."
"No you wouldn't, Willow." Willow stared at him, her brow furrowed. "What?" he asked her.
"You called me Willow." She said, still staring at him.
"So?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.
"You never call me Willow, it's always Red, or Pet, or Ducks, or something like that." She said.
"So you assumed I never knew your name?" He asked.
"No, you've just never called me my name." She said. She flopped down next to him on the couch. Realizing how close they were, Willow scooted a bit away from him. Spike smirked at her.
"Don't like to be in closed quarters, shy one?" he asked innocently.
"You make it sound like I've never done anything interesting, or that I've never taken a chance." Spike looked at her, then smirked.
"Name one." he said.
"What?' she asked.
"Name a time, when you've taken a chance, or done anything interesting." he said.
"I've done interesting things, and taken chances, and stuff like that, thank you." She said. Spike scooted closer to her, and she scooted further away, until she hit the end of the couch. Spike leered at her, and continued scooting closer. When they were almost nose to nose, Spike repeated his question.
"Name one time." He dared her.
She stared up into his blue eyes, and saw something that made her confused. She saw love in his eyes. *Not for me though. No one ever loves me.* she said.
"Name one time, Red." he dared her again.
"Now." she said, and brought her face closer to his, Spike met her half way, and their lips crashed together, her teeth nipping at his lips, and chewing on them. Spike quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth, sweeping through her mouth. Willow moaned into his mouth, her hands running through his hair, moved down to his neck, scratching it slightly. Spike moaned, and suddenly Willow stopped, and looked up at him.
"What?" he asked, he sounded a bit breathless, and Willow wondered how, since he had no breath.
"I'm kissing William the Bloody, it's something i never would have imagined." she said, staring up at him.
"Well I never imagined kissing the one i love, but hey." He said, staring straight into her eyes. Willows mouth formed a perfect 'o'.
"W-what?" she asked.
"I love you."
"For how long?"
"Remember that time i kidnapped you?" He asked. Willow looked at him shocked. Suddenly she smiled, and pulled him closer, she kissed him slowly and passionetly.
"Love you." she said, quietly into his ear.
"I have to buy you a Christmas gift for you now, don't I?" he asked. Willow laughed.
"No. Just you." she said. Spike got off the couch, and grabbed her hand. Willow wrote a note to the group, saying she went home, and Spike and her set off for her place, hand in hand.