Rating: NC17 (to be safe)
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: None specific; through end of season 4 to be safe.
Summary: Spike comes back for Willow.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. Was in my car driving again today and got another idea! ** indicate emphasis.
Feedback: It's ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don't make me beg, it's not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? `Maybe' was written by Enrique Iglesias, Steve Morales, Kara DioGuardi & David Siegel and performed by Enrique Iglesias.
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Maybe
Written by: Enrique Iglesias, Steve Morales, Kara DioGuardi & David
Siegel
Performed by: Enrique Iglesias
If I had one single wish
I'd go back to the moment I kissed
You goodbye
No matter how hard I try
I can't live
Without you in my life
Maybe you'll say you still want me
Maybe you'll say that you don't
Maybe we said it was overBut Baby I can't
let you go
I walk around trying to understand
Where we went wrong
But I can't pretend
It wasn't me
And it wasn't you
But I'm convinced
We gave up too soon
Maybe you'll say you still want me
Maybe you'll say that you don't
Maybe we said it was over
But Baby I can't let you go
Nothing left to lose
After losing you
There's nothing I can't take
When I run to you
When I come for you
Don't tell me I'm too late
Maybe you'll say you still want me
Maybe you'll say that you don't
Maybe we said it was over
But Baby I can't let you go
No
Maybe you'll say you still want me
No
Maybe you'll say that you don't
No
Maybe we said it was over
Can't let you go
But Baby I can't let you go
Can't let you go
No
Can't let you go
Can't let you go
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Spike glanced appraisingly at the `Welcome to Sunnydale' sign as he drove past it. What was he doing coming back to this place that had been his downfall? Oh, yeah. For a woman. No matter what happened in his life, or unlife, he was still love's bitch.
He'd left her for her own good, so she could have a normal life. So why was he coming back? `Cause he was a selfish bastard and he couldn't live without her. Oh, and because Angel had kicked him out and told him he could come back...for a visit...when he straightened things out with the witch.
***
Spike walked nervously into the Magic Box. Giles, who was stacking books on the research table, looked up as he entered the shop.
"Spike," the Watcher looked him over as if he were a bug he'd just as soon squash beneath his shoe.
"Watcher," Spike replied.
"Giles, I...," Buffy came out of the training room with a damp towel slung over her shoulders and was using one end to blot her forehead. "Spike," she froze and spoke derisively, "what are you doing here?"
"Looking for the...Willow," he tried to remain civil. After all, he needed their help. "I went by her parents' house, but it was dark."
"You wouldn't have found her there in any case," Giles said. "She's moved."
"Moved?" Spike's voice betrayed his concern that he was too late. Had she left town? No, she couldn't have. He could still sense her. Had she moved in with someone else? "Wh-where has she moved to?" he cursed the stutter that betrayed his nervousness.
"None of your...,"
"Buffy," Giles interrupted her with a word. Buffy clamped her lips shut and Spike could see the control she was exerting to keep herself from strangling him to death. Well, strangling wouldn't actually kill him, since he didn't need to breath, but the stake she always carried on her person would do the job.
"Are you here to stay?" Giles asked the blond vampire as he crossed his arms over his chest in an imposing manner.
"Will she see me?" Spike answered his question with one of his own.
"If you hurt her again, even half as much as you hurt her when you left, I will kill you myself," Giles told him and Spike could see that it was no idle threat.
"I won't hurt her," he said after a moment of silence.
"I believe you'll find her at The Bronze," Giles said. Spike immediately turned to leave, his black duster billowing out behind him, then he stopped and turned back to the Watcher.
"Thanks," he said and then he was gone.
"Do you think that was the right thing?" Buffy asked as she stepped up behind Giles. He looked down at the pretty blond and dropped his threatening stance.
"You know how miserable she's been without him," he said.
"But he's the one who *made* her miserable," Buffy countered as she rubbed her hand over his back.
"Maybe. But he's the only one who can undo it," Giles suggested. "And maybe she just needs a good orgasm, like Anya suggested," he tried to lighten the mood.
"I know *I* could use one of those," Buffy smiled suggestively as she rose to her tiptoes and placed a light kiss on his lips.
"Then why don't we get out of here and go home," Giles was more than willing to help Buffy out in this matter.
"Don't think I can wait that long," she pouted as she cupped him through his slacks.
"Ah! Well, then. Training room?"
***
Willow was sitting alone at The Bronze. Xander and Anya had brought her out for some fun. Problem was, she wasn't fun girl at the moment. Hadn't been, really, since Spike left. Damn vampire, Willow swore.
And *why* did he leave? So she could have a *normal* life. She lived on the hellmouth, for the goddess's sake! She battled evil alongside the Slayer! She was a witch! What was he thinking, normal? She'd never see normal. The most she could hope for was happy. But that hope died the day Spike left. And, really, hadn't he learned from Angel's mistake?
She'd tried to move on. Had even gone on a couple of dates. But she always ended up comparing them to Spike. Hair not soft enough. Eyes not blue enough. Voice not sexy enough. She had finally faced the truth, she'd never love again, never give her heart away so it could be stomped on and tore apart. She was pretty sure it was all shriveled up now, anyway, so who would want it?
She looked up and saw Anya staring at her. She waved her hand and tried to smile so they wouldn't worry about her, then realized that Anya wasn't looking *at* her, but beyond her. Curious, she turned her head to see what had captured the ex-demon's attention.
Not ten feet away, staring intently at her, stood the object of her current train of thought. Spike! How had he gotten so close to her without her sensing him? And what was he doing here? Not that she cared. And she certainly wasn't going to stick around to find out. She stood up, grabbed her jacket off of the back of the chair and turned to leave. To run away.
But Spike was at her side before she had taken two stops, his fingers around her wrist to stop her from leaving. Willow tried to pull away from him and he tightened his grip.
"Ow!" Willow cried out. "You're hurting me, Spike!"
"Sorry," he loosened his grip, but didn't let go.
"N-no chip?" she asked nervously.
"Still chipped," he shook his head.
"Then how come you could hurt me?" she asked fearfully.
"Didn't mean ta hurt ya," Spike's fingers rubbed her wrist as he pulled her toward him. "Never meant ta hurt ya."
"What are you doing here?"
"Missed ya," he ran his fingers through her beautiful red hair. "Needed ta see ya." Willow could tell that he was upset, nervous maybe, `cause his accent always got a little bit more pronounced when he was emotional.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Willow tried again to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
"One dance," he said suddenly and Willow looked up at him in surprise. "Just give me one dance...and a chance to...If you want me to leave after that, I will," he lied without hesitation. He was evil, remember. He wasn't leaving. He'd never leave her again.
He could see the thoughts spinning around inside Willow's pretty little head.
"One dance," she agreed.
"Okay," Spike said with a small nod. He took his duster off and placed it over the back of the chair Willow had abandoned, took her jacket out of her hands and laid it over his, took her hand in his, then turned to watch the band.
"What are you waiting for?" Willow asked even as she noted that he was wearing blue jeans with a light blue t-shirt that set off his eyes and...new boots! Cordy must have done his shopping, Willow thought and almost smiled before she remembered that she was still mad at him.
"The next slow one," Spike said. "I want a *whole* dance." Willow swallowed nervously as they stood there in silence. When the next slow song started Spike pulled her toward the dance floor and took her in his arms.
For what seemed like hours they danced in silence. Spike held her close and ran his hands over her back and through her hair, just reveling in the feel of her in his arms again. Finally he spoke.
"If you let me come back, I'll never hurt you again, I'll never leave. Cor, Willow, I missed you," he whispered into her hair as they danced. Willow closed her eyes and a tear slipped out and ran down her cheek.
Goddess, she had missed him so much. She'd missed talking to him, laughing with him, holding him, loving him. He felt so good against her. She ran her hands over his back as her cheek lay against his shoulder just beneath his chin. At his words she froze. She closed her eyes as tears filled them and felt one slip out and run down her cheek.
"Willow, please," he begged as he placed his hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could look at her face. He wiped the tears away with his thumb. "I'm so sorry, baby," he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. "I love you. I miss you. I *need* you," he kissed her again.
"Why did you come back?" she asked, her voice husky from the tears.
"I couldn't live without you," he answered honestly.
"I thought you wanted me to have a *normal* life," she couldn't resist the barb.
"Did," he answered shortly. "But I'm a selfish bastard, luv. Can't let you go." Willow smiled.
"I can't sense you anymore," she admitted, nervously fingering the mark on her neck. "I didn't know you were back."
"It's still there, luv," he assured her. "I can sense you. Bloody hell, I could sense you all the way from hell A!"
"Why can't I sense you?"
"You blocked it, is all. Relax," he whispered against her neck. "Drop your shields, baby, and let me in." Willow felt her body respond to his touch, his voice. Without warning her shields dropped and she sensed him. In her mind. In her body. In her heart. Maybe it wasn't all shriveled up after all, she thought, as his love for her flooded her.
Spike almost stumbled when her shields dropped and he sensed the emotion she'd been blocking. Thank all the gods he no longer believed in! She still loved him.
"If you leave me again I'll...turn you into a frog!" she threatened lightly, with a hint of steel when she could finally manage to speak.
"You hate frogs," Spike said, confused.
"Yep. That means I wouldn't hold you or, uh, touch you at all. Might not even feed you," Willow said.
"Ah," Spike nodded. "Well, since I need you to hold me and...touch me," he raised his eyebrow suggestively and smirked, "I'll just have to make sure you won't have ta do that, then."
"Make sure you do," Willow said as she raised to her tiptoes and kissed him. She pulled back for oxygen, then kissed him again. "Missed you, too, Spike," she whispered and Spike wrapped his arms around her as he deepened the kiss, one hand in her hair, the other on her bum pressing her close to him.
"You guys might want to knock that off," Xander said. Spike and Willow pulled apart to look at him and Willow realized that the slow song they were still dancing to had ended. "I have it on good authority that someone called the PDA police!" Willow smiled as she watched him spin Anya and then do his goofy version of a dance.
"So, is Junior moving in with us?" he asked.
"I ain't living with you!" Spike retorted.
"If you want to live with Willow you will be," Xander smirked as he danced and Spike thought that looked just...evil.
"You live with them?" Spike looked down at Willow and asked in shock. She just nodded.
"And Buffy and Giles," Anya supplied.
"You live with the moron *and* the Slayer?!" he asked in horror.
"Uh huh," she nodded again.
"Red...," his voice was pleading. "Tell me you're just pulling my leg."
"Sorry," she shrugged. "We all moved into the mansion together after you left. Fixed it all up so we each have our own suite of rooms and then the, uh, `common areas'.
"So, still staying?" Xander teased.
"Well," Spike swallowed hard, "I lived with Dru for over a hundred years, guess I can put up with you."
"Hey!" Xander frowned.
Willow smiled as Spike pulled her back into his arms and looked down at her with eyes full of love. Eyes that were just the right color blue.
End