"Willow?"

"Yeah," I said into the phone.

"I'm bored," the person on the other end whined.

"And what do you expect me to do about it, Mister?"

"Entertain me?" he pleaded.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's 4 in the afternoon."

"I can't sleep."

"Why?"

"Dunno."

"Explain to me again why you're calling."

"Will you come over, please?" he whined again.

I sighed, "Fine. What do you want me to bring?"

"Could you go to Hollywood video and rent some movies?"

"Spike, I don't know what kind of movies you like."

"I'm in the mood for a good laugh."

"Oook how 'bout Austin Powers?"

"Actually," he paused, "a real laugh. I was thinking along the lines of
'Interview With the Vampire'."

"Spike! That's not a comedy!" I giggled.

"It is to me," he chuckled, "Anne Rice's portrayal of vampiric life bloody
cracks me up."

"Fine, may I bring you anything else, Master?" I said sarcastically, as I
laughed inside.

"Yeah, could you stop by Priscilla's and pick me up a new flick?" he asked
seriously.

I paused. Luckily, he wasn't there, so he couldn't see the blush that was
coming to my cheeks. <Oh my God! What does he want a porno for? Chill,
girl, he's male but, eww Spike doing THAT! Oohh , Spike with no clothes
on WAIT! You don't want to see Spike without any clothes. Yes, I do.
Wait, no I don't. I do>

"Willow?" his voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I managed to squeak out.

"I was just kidding with you You know funny, haha."

"Yeah, I know, kidding."

"So, you coming over or do I have to go and get you and risk my sexy vampire
body burning to a crisp?"

<He said sexy. Hell yeah he's sexy. Sex. Sex with Spike. Yum.>

"Well, since you aren't answering me, I guess it's burn to a crisp. Just
make sure you pick up a nice urn, something shiny. I like to draw attention."

"Like I didn't know that," I muttered.

"Red?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, just give me about 30 minutes."

"Ok."

"See you in a bit."

"I'll be waiting here in anticipation," he said, and hung up the phone.

~~~

I managed to knock on his "door" balancing my packages.

He answered looking more gorgeous than ever. <I want>

"Hey sexy," he said looking me up and down.

I had decided that I would be a little daring with my ensemble. A nice low
cut tank top and some short shorts.

"Hey," I said, feeling the blush rise up to my cheeks.

He looked at everything I was carrying.

"Why so much stuff?"

"I come prepared for anything"

He looked at me questioningly.

"I figured I would need stuff to eat and drink. Unless you want me to help
myself to your wide variety of animal blood in the fridge?"

He chuckled, "Naw, that's quite alright."

I looked around his "home" and grimaced.

"We are soo going out when the sun goes down."

"What, you don't like what I've done with the place?" he grabbed his chest
and pretended to look hurt.

I gave him a little playful shove. He flashed one of his gorgeous smiles at
me.

"I'm really glad you came Willow," he said touching my shoulder.

<I think I just saw a spark.>

"I am too," forcing a smile, and hoping he couldn't tell what I was thinking.

"On to the movies then, unless there's something else you want to do"

<Yeah, how 'bout ravishing every part of you?> "No, there's nothing, movies
are great.

"Actually, I know you'll hate me for this, but I'm not really in the mood for
movies anymore now that you're here."

"That's fine," I said uncomfortably. <God, he really looks good. I wonder
if I can spill something on him so I can see him without his shirt on>

"Willow, is everything all right?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

<Snap out of it!> "Yeah, everything's fine, Spike," I said cheerfully, "So,
what do you want to do?"

"So, how are you, Willow?" he asked, ignoring my question.

I gave him a weird look, "Fine."

"That's good," he looked around the room.

"Hey, I got an idea"

"What?" he asked, looking relieved.

"Let's play truth or dare. I haven't played that since the 7th grade" I
said grinning.

"Okay," he gave me a big smile.

"You wanna go first?"

"Okay," he paused, and gave a little nervous laugh, "how do you play?"

I started to laugh, "It's not that hard, you ask me truth or dare. If I pick
truth, you ask me a question, and I have to truthfully answer. If I pick
dare, you dare me to do something silly or something crazy."

He smiled, "Okay, sounds simple enough, but you ask me first just so I get
the jist," he said as he gave me a wink.

"Ok," I gave him a little smile, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Ooook, I dare you to dance around in circles and sing 'Willow is the best,
Willow is the best.'"

He chuckled and started to dance around in circles. I started to giggle as
he started to sing. Finally, he stopped and sat down next to me.

"My turn," he said, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What do you look for in a guy?"

<That's a weird question.> "Ummm...." I smiled, "He'd have to be romantic.
I love guys that pick up on little comments and then remind you later with a
little gift or something about it. He'd have to be a good kisser. And not
rush. I like kissing, nice and slow in the beginning and just savoring the
kiss." I stopped and started to blush.

"Go on," he said, fully attentive to what I was saying.

"He'd have to make me laugh. He'd have to make me feel that "little
something" everytime we touched. He'd have to make me melt everytime he
smiles. He'd have to tell me how he really feels about things. Guys that
keep things in really annoy me..."

"Willow?" he interrupted me.

"Yeah?"

He swallowed nervously, he reached forward, and pulled something from my
hair. "You have some fuzz in your hair." He forced a smile. "Keep going."

"That's alright. Ummm.... truth or dare?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he smiled at me.

"Did you really interrupt me to get fuzz out of my hair?" I questioned him.

"No."

"Then why did you?"

He grinned at me. "You only get one question."

I flashed him an evil look.

He smiled again, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

He looked at me seriously, "I dare you to kiss me..."

I raised an eyebrow at his request.

"...Only if you want to," he finished.

I could feel myself get hot. <Should I do this? Or is he just kidding with
me again? Go on girl, you want to, that's the dare...> I leaned foreward and
gently put my lips on his. I began to savor the taste of him and he started
to kiss me back. The feelings of desire and need began to rise up in me, but
I knew that this wouldn't go that far. The kiss was nice and slow, just the
way I like it. We slowly explored eachother's mouths until he broke the kiss
and smiled.

"Truth or dare?" he asked me.

"Truth," I said grinning.

"Am I a good kisser?"

I shoved him playfully, "HEY! It was my turn!"

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