When the six of them trooped into the magic shop, Giles looked up from his place at the research table, "Did you find the demon?"

"Yeah, and another body," Buffy told the ex-Watcher.  "So, we'll need to call the police with an anonymous tip."

"I'll do that," Giles offered.  "What happened?" he asked as Dawn emerged from the training room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Willow and Spike kicked its stinky butt," Xander said.

"Buffy wasn't kidding.  It *really* stunk," Anya added.

"Willow, are you alright?" Giles asked the young redhead in concern.

"I'm okay, Giles," Willow said as she slipped her jacket off and removed the sheath, laying both items on the table.  "But Spike's been hurt.  The demon clawed him.  You didn't read anything in there about poisonous claws, or anything, did you?"

"Uh, no."

"Good.  I'm going to clean Spike up.  The first aid kit's still in the training room, right?" she led Spike toward the back of the shop.

"Er, yes."

"Riley and I are going to patrol," Buffy informed them.  "Giles, can you take Dawn home?  We shouldn't be long."

"Of course, Buffy," Giles agreed.

After Buffy and Riley left, Giles looked at the axe and dagger that Xander was holding.  "Here," he said, reaching for the weapons, "let me clean those."

"We'll do it!" Dawn said.  "You sit and read some more.  You know, `cause you like to."

"Yes, well, alright.  Make sure you get it all off or they'll rust," Giles called to their backs.  "Oh, here's the sheath for the dagger," he held it out and Xander came back to retrieve it.

"Why are we cleaning the weapons?" Anya complained as Dawn dragged her to the training room, with Xander following meekly behind them.

"I don't care about the weapons," Dawn whispered, "we'll let Xander clean them.  I just want to keep an eye on Willow and Spike."

"Willow and Spike?  Why?"

"I think something's going on," Dawn confided in the ex-demon.

"Really?" Anya said excitedly.  "How did I miss that?"

***

"Sit down and take your shirt off," Willow told Spike as she pulled the first aid kit off of the shelf above the sink.

"You don't have to...," Spike tried to protest.

"Sit," Willow gave Spike her resolve face and pointed to the couch.

Spike, knowing this was an argument he couldn't win, and not really wanting to win it anyway, shrugged out of his jacket and threw it on the couch, then pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossed it on the floor, and sat on the couch.  Willow wanted to cry when she saw the angry slashes across Spike's beautiful chest.  Beautiful?

No!  She had to stop thinking like that.  Sure, she had a crush on Spike, who wouldn't?  But she wasn't going to act on it...again.  She couldn't.  It would be wrong.  Really wrong.  He was a vampire.  An evil vampire, as he liked to remind them.  Then why did being with him feel so darn good?

"Wow, those're ugly," Dawn said as she and Anya stepped up next to Willow, while Xander pulled the cleaning supplies out of the weapons storage locker, jolting the redhead out of her reverie.

Spike wanted to growl in frustration at the interruption because the sweet scent of Willow's arousal had just begun to perfume the air.

"Hey, Dawn!" Xander called.  "Since it was your idea to clean the weapons, you get your skinny butt over here and help."

"I'm coming," she rolled her eyes at Spike before pulling Anya over to the storage locker.

Clamping her lips together to keep from moaning in sympathy, Willow stood between Spike's legs so she could see what she was doing and pressed a warm, wet rag against the already drying blood on Spike's chest, then wiped it off.  After the dried blood had been completely removed she poured hydrogen peroxide on a gauze pad and cleaned the cuts.

"We're leaving now," Xander said behind her and Willow jumped.

"Okay," she smiled sheepishly at her best friend.

"You want us to wait and give you a ride?"

"No, I'm good, I'll get a ride with Giles when he takes Dawn home.  But, thanks," Willow smiled again, then turned back to her task.  When she was satisfied that the cuts were clean, she squeezed some anti-bacterial ointment on her fingers, squatted down to get a better view of the cuts, and gently rubbed the ointment on.  She leaned closer to Spike in concentration and her warm breath tickled his chest.  Spike sucked in an unnecessary breath and Willow froze.

"Am I hurting you?" she asked in concern.

"You're killing me, Red," Spike said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry," Willow blushed as she hurriedly finished spreading the ointment over his chest.

Spike buried his fingers in her hair and tilted her face up to his.  Willow grabbed his legs for support.  "I've had dreams that start out with you kneeling between my legs," he told her huskily just before he leaned down and crushed his lips to hers.

Oh, goddess, Willow moaned to herself as she pushed against Spike's legs and lifted herself into the kiss.  Spike cupped her breast in his free hand and Willow moaned her approval into his mouth.

"Wow!" Anya, who was peeking through the beaded curtain over Dawn's head, whispered to the younger girl as she fanned herself with her hand.  "That *is* hot.  I think I see sparks."

"An, come on!" Xander yelled from the front of the shop.

Willow pulled away from Spike and stood up as if she'd been shot from a gun.  She wiped her mouth and tried to slow her breathing as she busied herself re-packing the first aid kit and gathering up the used gauze pads.

"Oh, darn!" Dawn groaned.  "It was just getting good."

"I'm coming," Anya called back to Xander, thinking quickly, "I just wanted to say goodbye to Willow."  Anya stepped through the beads, "Goodnight, Willow, Spike."

"Goodnight, Anya," Willow said as she put the first aid kit back on the shelf.

"Demon girl," Spike drawled.

"And thanks for killing that demon," Anya continued.  "Way to go, Willow!" she raised her fist in a cheer.

"You're welcome," Willow said with a smile.  "But I did have a little help," she pointed at the blonde vampire.

"Yeah, but...wow, nice chest!"

"Where?" Dawn came through the doorway.  "Oh, yeah!  I didn't notice before `cause I was looking at the ugly cuts, but that is a nice chest.  Nicer, even, than some of those guys in the beefcake calendars."

"Dawnie!" Willow reproved the younger girl in a shocked tone.  "Where did you see a beefcake calendar?" she asked as she picked Spike's t-shirt up off of the floor and tossed it to him.

"Over your desk in your dorm room," Dawn told her.

"Oh.  That's not beefcake, that, that's art," Willow insisted as she blushed.  "Put your t-shirt on!" she told Spike when she noticed he was still lounging on the couch with the t-shirt in his hand.

"It's ripped...and all bloody," Spike held up the offending t- shirt and smiled innocently at Willow.

`Stop that!' Willow mouthed as Spike rippled his pecs.

"Dawn," she turned toward the brunette, "go see if Giles has a t-shirt that Spike can borrow.  Please."

"Alright," Dawn groused.

"An," Xander appeared in the doorway, "you coming, hon?"

"Yep!" the blond turned toward her boyfriend.  "Goodnight, again!" she called to Willow and Spike over her shoulder as she followed Dawn out of the training room.

"`Night, Wills," Xander waved to the redhead.  "Deadboy, Jr."

"`Night, Xan."

"Moron."

"Here," Dawn came skipping through the doorway with a white v- neck t-shirt in her hand as Xander was leaving.

"`Night, Xan-man."

"`Night, Dawnmiester," he ruffled her hair as he passed her.

Willow took the t-shirt from Dawn and tossed it at Spike.

"This is a nancy-boy t-shirt," he complained.

"Put it on!" Willow hissed.

"What's a matter, Red?" Spike taunted as he stood up and stretched.  "Afraid you won't be able to hold yourself back?"

"As if!" Willow snorted, then turned around so Spike couldn't see her blush.

But Spike didn't need to see it, he could hear her heartbeat speed up and the blood rushing through her body.  And he could smell her.  Oh, yeah, she wanted the big bad!

Spike pulled the t-shirt on as Willow spoke quietly with Dawn.

"Dawnie, why don't you spend the night at my house tonight? That way Giles can go home and get some sleep and, since it's my first night back home, I could use the company.  We could leave a message for Buffy."

"Okay!" Dawn readily agreed.  This would give her the perfect opportunity to grill Willow about Spike.  "But I have to be home by ten o'clock tomorrow morning, `cause Janice's mom is taking us to the mall."

"Great!  And getting you home early won't be a problem.  Go make sure the back door is locked, will ya?"

"Okay," Dawn took her time, correctly guessing that Willow wanted to be alone with Spike.

Willow turned to the blonde vampire.  He had the t-shirt on, Willow was sure it never looked that good on Giles, with his duster in his hand.

"You, um, you want a ride?" she asked, struggling not to look at his chest.

"If you're offering', I'd love another ride," Spike smirked with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"You...you...," Willow felt a tingle in her belly.

"Pig?" Spike suggested with a sneer.

"Pig!" Willow agreed.

"It's locked," Dawn said as she rejoined them.

"Good.  Let's go, Dawnie," Willow took her arm and led her toward the door.

"Get the lights," she instructed the vampire who was following them and Spike reached out to flick the light switch `off' as he passed through the doorway.

"Hey, Giles," Willow said as they headed toward the front of the shop, "you ready to go?"

"Yes," Giles said as he straightened from stacking books on the table.

"I'm going home with Willow," Dawn informed him.  "We'll call and leave a message for Buffy from Willow's house."

Giles looked at Willow, "Is that correct?"

"Yeah.  I figured you could use a night off, and I could use the company on my first night in an empty house," Willow explained. Plus, she thought to herself, she removed the temptation of spending any more time with Spike.  "But, can we still have a ride?"

"Of course.  Let me just get my jacket and I'll be ready to go."

"Okay," Willow agreed as she reached for her own jacket.

Spike slipped his duster on and removed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pocket.  He tapped a cigarette into his palm and replaced the pack.

When Giles was ready, Willow picked up her book bag and pushed Dawn ahead of her toward the door.  Spike followed the two girls and Giles brought up the rear, turning out the lights and locking the door.

Spike leaned against the brick wall of the shop and lit his cigarette as Dawn and Willow climbed into the back seat of Giles' convertible.

"Did you need a ride?" Giles politely asked.

"Nah.  Thanks," Spike replied as he took a drag off of the cigarette.

"Chop, chop, Jeeves," Dawn attempted an upper crust British accent.

Giles rolled his eyes at the young girl's antics as he slid behind the wheel.  He started the car and pulled away from the curb.

"Goodnight, Spike!" Dawn got on her knees and turned around to wave at the vampire.

Willow turned around and, although she couldn't see Spike's face through the cloud of white smoke, she felt his eyes boring into her.

***

"So, you've got a thing for Spike," Dawn said, when they were both snuggled under the covers of Willow's bed with the television showing a late night movie.

"What?!" Willow responded.

"Spike," Dawn repeated.  "You've got a thing for him."

"I most certainly do *not*!" Willow insisted and Dawn just smiled at her.  "What?"

"I can tell," Dawn replied smugly.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Do to.  Did he give you the bruise on your back?"

"Dawn!  I fell," Willow repeated the lie she had already told everyone.

"To get a bruise that bad Spike must have fallen on top of you."

"Dawn!" Willow exclaimed with nervous laughter.  "Where do you get these ideas?"

"I saw the way you two have been looking at each other. Besides," she admitted, "I saw you kissing him in the training room."

"We do not...You did?"

"Yeah.  It was really hot.  Anya even thought so."

"*Anya* saw, too?"

"Yep."

"Oh, my goddess.  She'll never be able to keep quiet, and Buffy will kill me right after she stakes Spike," Willow covered her face with both hands.

"She won't say anything.  Well," Dawn reconsidered, "maybe we should tell her not to say anything."

The younger girl reached over Willow for the portable phone and dialed Xander's number.  Willow, still stunned by Dawn's revelations, and thinking about her imminent demise, let her.

"Hi, Xander, is Anya there?" Dawn asked.  "Hi, Anya," she greeted the girl at the other end of the phone.  "Sorry to call so late, but, listen, I'm with Willow right now and she doesn't want you saying anything about her and Spike...,"

"There *is* no me and Spike!"

"...'cause she's afraid Buffy'll kill her, right after she stakes Spike.  So do you think you can keep it a secret?"  After a pause Dawn said, "No, I really don't think you should tell Xander either.  Right, same reason.  Or Giles."

"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned.

"Okay, Anya, thanks.  And listen, sorry if I interrupted anything.  Goodnight," Dawn handed the phone to Willow who absently hung it up.

"So, by the way you were moaning, he must kiss really good!"

"Oh, goddess," Willow buried her head under the covers.

***

Willow woke Dawn up at 8:30 the next morning and they walked to the Summers' residence for breakfast, since Willow hadn't had a chance to go grocery shopping yet, and a shower, since Dawn hadn't brought a change of clothes with her.

Willow had been up since six o'clock, unable to sleep as thoughts of Spike tumbled through her head.  She was showered and dressed, and had read a chapter in her computer programming text. She had begun coding the program she had to write for class when she noticed the time and decided to wake Dawn up.  When they reached the Summers' residence, Willow fixed breakfast while Dawn showered. Buffy came down to join them and the three of them chatted and laughed like they hadn't for a long time.

After Janice and her mother arrived to pick Dawn up, Buffy and Willow talked while they cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and then while Buffy got dressed, like they used to do during high school and college, when they shared a dorm room.  Then Riley was picking Buffy up for a trip to the Sunnydale Airport to meet his mother who was flying in for a visit.

This was the first Willow had heard of the visit.  "How are you going to keep her from finding out about the slaying thing?" she asked her best girlfriend.

"We've talked about that," Buffy said as she brushed her hair.  "Haven't actually come up with an answer, but we've thought about it.  I might be patrolling alone, while Riley hangs out with his mom, or we just patrol later, when she's sacked out."

"Or you could call on your good friends, Willow and Xander, who used to patrol with you all of the time, to take up the slack," Willow suggested smugly.

"Will, I know we don't hang out as much any more.  And I'm sorry about that," Buffy sat down on the bed and took her friend's hands.  "I miss it.  I miss you.  Sometimes I say something to Riley and he doesn't get it, and I realize, he wasn't there when that happened, and I wish you were there to laugh with me, or complain with me, or to just understand me."

"I miss you, too, Buffy," Willow squeezed her hands.  "Maybe we can get some quality time in during slayage this week.  That'll bring back old times, huh?"

When Riley arrived at eleven o'clock to pick Buffy up for the trip to the airport, Willow said goodbye and began the walk home. Riley had offered her a ride, but if she walked it would take longer and she wouldn't have as much time to brood over Spike.  She didn't know how she was going to make it through the day.  It was a wonder she had managed to read an entire chapter this morning.  All she seemed to be able to think about was Spike.  Spike smirking, Spike fighting the demon, Spike kissing her, Spike buried inside her...

Okay!  Enough, she told herself.  Get a grip!  He's a vampire, you're human.  He hates your friends and wants to kill them all, you don't want him to.  He drinks blood, you *have* blood, and want to keep it.  He's very hot and looks good without his shirt on, you want to *see* him without his shirt on.  Aahh!

She shook her head to clear it of Spike-thoughts and looked up to see where she was.  She found herself standing on the sidewalk outside the cemetery where Spike's crypt was located.  Oh, goddess, she thought before she turned and ran all the way home.

She spent most of the afternoon working on her program and reading for her psychology class.  Then she went grocery shopping. Then she tried to read for her logic class, but, ironically, couldn't make sense of anything.  She called Giles at the magic shop.

"Hey, Giles," she said when he answered the telephone.  "Are you researching?"

"Yes, actually.  Angel came across this interesting demon that's eating children and they can't find anything on it. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't brought to his attention through one of Cordelia's visions, so they don't know how to kill it, or where it's lair might be."

"Children?  That's just...icky.  Need help?" Willow asked hopefully.

"I'd love some help, if you don't have anything else to do," Giles told her.

"Nope.  I've done most of my homework, but I can't concentrate.  Must be the empty house," Willow hedged.

"It's almost dark, do you need a ride?"

"No, I can make it there before the sun sets, if you can give me a ride home later?"

"Of course, Willow.  I'll look forward to seeing you then. Twenty minutes, say?"

"Yep, I'll be right there, Giles.  See ya!" Willow hung up the telephone almost giddy that she now had something to do to keep her from thinking about...nope, not even gonna say his name!

Willow spent almost four hours researching with Giles and they still hadn't found anything.  They only took two breaks, the first when Buffy and Riley arrived for slaying and to drop Dawn off. Riley's mother was tired from the flight and they had been able to leave her at her hotel without any questions so they could patrol. The second, when they arrived back to report to Giles.

When midnight came around neither of them could keep their eyes open, so Giles locked up the shop and they headed home.  Willow climbed into the front seat of his convertible and felt a tingle. She looked around, but didn't see anything.  After they pulled away from the curb, the lit tip of a cigarette broke the darkness of the alley next to the Magic Box as Spike stepped out of the night.

He had thought about the witch all night and all day.  When the sun finally set, he went looking for her.  He started with the Magic Box and found her there.  He didn't go in because he wasn't sure what was going on, why he'd felt compelled to find her.  Just being near her, sensing her presence, calmed him.  He threw down his cigarette and decided to see if he couldn't find a demon or two to pummel.

***

Willow made it through the next three days, but just barely. Her preparations for class, note taking and homework assignments all suffered because she was constantly daydreaming about Spike.  She felt drawn to him and had to physically and mentally fight the urge to go to him.

The evenings were easier, because she spent them with her friends at the Magic Box.  On Monday she and Giles had found the demon Angel was looking for and had called him with the possible location of its lair and how it could be killed.  In addition, because Riley's mother was here, she and Buffy patrolled together. On Tuesday, they were joined by Xander.  It was almost like old times, except Willow was afraid to leave Dawn and Anya alone together, since she figured she and Spike would be the topic du jour.

By Wednesday night she couldn't stand it anymore.  She had to see him.  Touch him.  She wasn't expected at the magic shop because she had a late class that night.  Armed with her stake and water gun, book bag slung over her shoulder, Willow made her way to the cemetery that housed Spike's crypt.

She stood outside the gates for a full two minutes before she worked up the courage to enter.  What was she going to tell him when she saw him?  Hello, I need another shag, was accurate, but didn't seem appropriate.  And what if he wasn't even there?  It was after dark, he wouldn't be sitting around his crypt waiting for her to come visit.  Even worse, what if he already had company?  Oh, goddess, *that* would be embarrassing.  Sorry to barge in, can you do me next?

Oh, yeah, this was a mistake.  She stopped walking and considered turning around and leaving when she heard the strike of a match.  She froze as the smell of sulphur reached her, followed by the scent of burning tobacco and cigarette smoke.  How many people, or vamps, hung out in cemeteries smoking?  Hopefully, just one.  And then he spoke.

"What are you doing out after dark, little girl?" he drawled from the darkness.

Willow turned toward his voice and saw the lit tip of the cigarette as he held it in his hand and lifted it to his mouth.  "Spike?" she squeaked.

He rolled his eyes in the darkness and said, "Yeah, it's me."

"I, um, I...Were you going somewhere?"

"Just hanging out in your friendly neighborhood cemetery, waiting to see what tasty morsel might come my way, and here you are," he took a drag off of the cigarette and then tilted his head back and blew the smoke into the air.  "So, what are you doing here?"

"I, um, I...,"

"I think we already did this part," Spike said as he took another drag.

"Right.  I, um, are you busy?"

"Nah.  You looking for company?"

"Uh, yes?"

"That a question?"

"No, yes.  I mean, it's a yes-yes."

"You're coming to visit the big bad?"

"Yes?  I mean, yes," she tried to sound more sure of herself.

He couldn't take it anymore.  He'd smelled her coming long before he heard her, a combination of fear and arousal.  "C'mere, Red," he said as he pinched his cigarette out and tossed it to the ground.

"Wh-what?" Willow asked as she took a step forward.

"Closer," he whispered and she took another step as her nerveless fingers dropped the stake and water gun.

"C'mon, little girl," his voice was husky, "let Spike give you what you need."

"Spike," Willow moaned as hot liquid seeped from her core.

"Oh, yeah," Spike breathed in deeply.  "I got what you need."

"Spike, please," she moaned as she finally reached him.  She dropped her book bag to the ground and grabbed his arms for support as her body sagged against his.

"Tell me what you need," his breath was cool against her neck as he whispered in her ear and then his tongue licked a path from her collarbone to her ear.

"You," she ground out as her fingers gripped his arms.  "I need you."

"I knew that," Spike placed his hands at her waist and ran them up her sides until his thumbs were stroking her nipples.  "Take your shirt off," he demanded.

Willow pulled the top over her head and tossed it on the ground next to her book bag as Spike cupped her bare breasts, kneading them softly, then more roughly.

"Spike," she moaned as her own hands lifted his t-shirt and touched the cool skin beneath.

"You're not wearing a bra, witch," Spike said as she arched into his hands.  "Did you know you were coming to see me?"

"No," she denied, then, "maybe, yes.  Yes!  Spike, please," she begged for more.

"Please what?" he asked as his fingers tweaked her nipples.  "What do you want?  What do you need?" he begged her to tell him.  And she'd better hurry, because he didn't think he'd be able to hold out much longer.

"You.  I need you.  I'm...Spike, I'm so...,"

"Wet?" he asked as he leaned down to suck her nipple between his lips.

"Ye-es," she hissed.

"Hot?" he bit her.

"Yes," she moaned.

"You want me to touch you, baby?" he sucked the other nipple into his mouth.

"Yes, Spike, please, hurry!" she pleaded, mindless of the fact they that were in the middle of the cemetery.

Spike turned them around and pressed her back against the mausoleum he had been leaning against and she shivered as the cold stone touched her bare back.  He slipped his hand beneath her knee length skirt and skimmed his fingers over the inside of her thighs.

"Spike!" her fingers closed convulsively around his upper arms, urging him to move faster, and then his fingers were touching her, slipping between her folds and sliding into her.  "Ye-es," she hissed as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

"No knickers, Red?  You're a bad, bad girl," he whispered in her ear.  And then his lips were on hers, nibbling softly, then kissing her hungrily as his fingers brought her to climax.

She screamed his name as her juices coated his hand and then her body went limp.  "Spike," she whimpered, "Spike."

"I got you, baby," Spike told her as he picked her up in his arms, the porcelain skin of her breasts luminous in the moonlight. Willow wound her arms around Spike's neck and rested her head on his shoulder as he grabbed her book bag and shirt from the ground where she had dropped them and carried her to his crypt.

***

Spike dropped the book bag and shirt in his chair, then lay Willow on the tomb and pulled her skirt off of her, tossing it over his shoulder to land on the back of the chair.  He stepped away from her to shrug out of his jacket, then pulled his t-shirt over his head.

"Spike," Willow called as she pressed her thighs together, trying to get the friction she needed.

"I'll be right there, baby," he promised as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then shoved them down his legs.  He tossed the jeans toward the chair and climbed up onto the tomb between Willow's legs.  He spread her thighs and dipped his mouth to her center.

"Spike!" Willow fisted her hands into the blanket beneath her as she lifted her hips to meet him.

Spike lifted his head and crawled up the tomb.  He lay beside Willow, then pulled her on top of him.

"Get on your knees, baby," he told her, then urged her to climb up his body until she was straddling his face.

"That's it, little girl," he moaned.  With his hands gripping her hips he tongued her slit and sucked on her clit.

Willow buried her hands in his hair and rode his face.  She came screaming his name, but Spike didn't stop and soon she was writhing above him again.  Before she could climax, Spike lifted her up and slid her down his body and onto his straining erection. Willow moaned as he filled her and then began to pump her hips, slamming her clit against him with every motion.

Spike pulled her down to his chest, wrapped his arm around her back and rolled them so that he was thrusting into her.

"Spike," Willow moaned as she grabbed his head and held his face to her breast, "bite me."

"What?" he asked in surprise, not sure he heard her correctly.

"Please!  Please, bite me," she begged.  "I *need* you to bite me."

As he stared directly into her eyes Spike morphed.

Willow wrapped her legs around Spike's waist as her body tensed.  "Please," she pleaded.

Spike lowered his mouth to her breast and licked her before sliding his fangs into her.

"Oh, goddess!" Willow cried and then bucked beneath him as her climax hit her.

Spike sucked Willow's blood slowly, savoring the taste of the lust-tinged nectar.  The taste of her blood on his tongue and the feel of her body clenching around him sent Spike over the edge.  He pulled his fangs out of her breast and roared her name as he came.

When Willow emerged from the sex-induced haze Spike was licking the puncture wounds on her breast.  Every time his tongue touched her, Willow felt a corresponding tingle in her stomach.

"Spike," she whispered.

"Mmm?" he continued to lick her.

"Aahh!  I think I need you again," she moaned.

"Already, baby?" Spike lifted his head in surprise.  He had vampire stamina going for him, but she was just a human girl.

"Yes," she told him.  "Every time you...every time you lick me," she pointed at the bite, "I feel it...,"

"Really?" he licked her again and she pressed her thighs together.  "Every time?"

"Ye-es."

"Let's see what we can do about that," Spike smirked as his fingers snaked between her thighs.

***

Spike woke up the next morning with Willow's warm hand wrapped around him, her mouth moving up and down over him.  Willow felt the change in his body as he awoke and lifted her head.  Smiling at him she said, "Morning, Spike," then lowered her mouth back over him.

She sucked on his head while one hand pumped his shaft and the other massaged his balls.  Spike buried one hand in her hair, stroking her head, while the other clenched at the blanket.

"Willow," he warned, "I'm cuming!"  He pulled at her hair, but she didn't lift her mouth off of him.  He spurt his seed into her mouth and she struggled to swallow it.  When he was done she licked him clean, then lifted her head and licked her lips.

Spike leaned up, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up his body.  He licked his cum off of her chin, then held her against him.

"Bloody hell, luv!  What was that for?" he asked as he stroked her back.

"`Cause I have to go to class," Willow pouted, "and I wanted you to miss me."

"Oh, I'll miss you, Red, no doubt about that," he brushed her hair away from her face, then kissed her.

They snuggled for a couple of minutes more, then Willow reluctantly pulled out of his arms and climbed off of the tomb. Spike watched her pull on her skirt and top with his arms folded beneath his head.

"We, um, we're going to The Bronze Friday night, uh, tomorrow," she told him as she picked up her book bag.  "Riley's mom's in town and he's showing her the hot spots," Willow gave a little laugh.  "If, um, if you're not busy...,"

"Come give us a kiss goodbye, Red," Spike interrupted her as he sat up, threw the blanket aside and held his hands out to her.

Willow walked over to the tomb and stood between his legs. Spike slid the book bag off of her shoulder and lowered it to the floor, then grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the tomb so that she straddled his legs.  He raised her skirt so that his erection pressed against her.

"Spike," she whispered into his ear as his fingers slowly entered her, "this isn't a kiss.  Oh, goddess!" she began to grind herself against his hand as his fingers curled into her g-spot.

"I wanna make sure you miss me, too," he whispered against her lips before he captured them in a hungry kiss.

"I already miss you," she said breathlessly when he pulled away to let her breathe.

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