After Willow had recovered from Spike's kiss, she and Dawn finished making supper and set the table for three. Even though Spike didn't need to eat, he often enjoyed the taste and the texture of real food. The three of them laughed and talked over dinner and dishes until almost sunset, when Willow got silent and agitated.
"It'll be alright," Dawn told her when Spike left the room to get their jackets.
"Have you seen something?" Willow asked. This being the Hellmouth, you just never knew.
"Yes," Dawn said as she took Willow's hand in a comforting grip, "I've seen you and Spike together."
"Oh," Willow said as tears filled her eyes. "Thank you, Dawnie," she pulled the younger girl into a hug.
Behind Willow's back Spike gave Dawn a big smile and a thumbs up, then handed them their jackets and escorted them to the car. Willow's good mood lasted through the trip to the Magic Box and their preparations for the ritual. As long as she was busy and didn't have time to think about the vampire's impending visit, she was fine.
If it was just Angel, her sort-of friend and fellow fighter- of-evil-on-the-Hellmouth coming for a visit she would be alright. But it was Angelus, Spike's sire, and she was scared spitless. Angel and Spike didn't get along. Spike had tried to kill Angel to save Dru and then tortured him for the Gem of Amara. Even after Spike had been chipped Angel didn't trust him. And Spike hated Angel for leaving them, him and Dru, after he'd been souled by the gypsy clan. And hated him for the way he'd treated Spike when he'd later lost the soul.
Thinking about Angel's visit and the ritual made her nervous, so she paced until Spike pulled her onto his lap and held her. It seemed odd that it would be Spike, the I-can't-stick-to-a-plan vampire ala The Feast of St. Vigeous in their junior year, who would be trying to calm her down. She knew he was just as nervous, but he relieved his stress by chain smoking.
She grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and stuck it between her lips. Spike watched her with a raised eyebrow as she took a drag off of the cigarette, sucked the smoke into her lungs and then proceeded to cough said lungs up. Smirking he took the cigarette away from her and stuck it between his own lips as he pounded her on the back.
"You alright?" he asked as he took a drag and then blew the white smoke in her face.
"Hey!" she coughed some more and tried to wave the smoke away as Spike laughed. Dawn, who realized that Spike was trying to take Willow's mind off of Angel's visit, laughed at their antics. Giles just shook his head and continued reading.
The bell at the front of the shop jingled to announce the arrival of Angel and the room was suddenly silent. Willow closed her eyes and took a deep breath; Spike took another drag off of the cigarette; Giles stood up to greet the newcomer; and Dawn, eyes wide, watched it all unfold.
"Angel," Giles moved away from the table and held his hand out, "thank you for coming."
"Giles," Angel shook the ex-Watcher's hand. "Dawn," he looked up and saw the young girl sitting at the table.
"Hey, Angel," she said nervously, with a little wave.
Angel took another step forward and saw Willow and Spike. Willow was sitting on Spike's lap, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head buried in his neck. Angel could smell her fear. Spike had one arm around her, his hand gently rubbing her back, the other hand carried a cigarette to his lips. He was staring at the ceiling, ignoring Angel's presence.
"Willow, Spike," Angel said, trying to keep the anger he felt toward Spike out of his voice.
"Poof," Spike said without looking at him, not caring if Angel heard the hatred in his voice.
Willow sat up slowly and stood to face the dark vampire. "A- angel," she stammered, "thank you for coming."
The bell jingled again and Willow looked guiltily at the front door. She'd die if Buffy showed up. A tall brunette practically danced through the door.
"Did I give you enough time to get the fireworks out of the way?" Cordy said as she skipped down the stairs, pushed past Angel and sat her cup of coffee on the table before enveloping Willow in a hug.
"Cordy," Willow said, glad to see the girl. They hadn't been best friends, or friends at all, for that matter, in high school, but distance and a similar line of work had made them friendly acquaintances, each with a better understanding of the other. "It's so good to see you."
"You, too. You know, except for being awfully pale and having black circles under your eyes, I'd say Spike really agrees with you!"
"Sod off, prom queen," Spike muttered half-heartedly.
"So, you're going to marry *him*?" Cordy asked with a not-so- friendly jab at the blonde vampire. She still carried a grudge from the time he'd had Angel tortured for the Gem of Amara.
Dawn gasped; Willow made a face and closed her eyes.
"Oops!" Cordy looked at the very interested Dawn and back at Willow. "Was that a secret?"
"For now. I haven't figured out how to tell Buffy without her staking Spike. You can't say anything to Buffy, Cordy!" Willow grabbed the other girl's arm.
"Like I'd be talking to Buffy," Cordy said sarcastically. "So, can I be your maid of honor?" she smiled and Willow smiled back. And immediately burst into tears.
"Oh, Willow," Cordy grabbed for the redhead, not knowing what to do, "I don't have to be your maid of honor. I didn't mean it. Please stop crying."
Willow was half laughing and half sobbing as Cordy tried to back track and make her feel better.
"You don't have to do this, Willow," Angel finally spoke again, thinking that it was the ritual that had her upset.
That made Willow stop crying and stand up straight. "Yes, we do," she wiped the tears off of her face with the back of her hand then took the tissue Giles offered her.
"What I mean is, we've already done it...," she paused, then turned around to look at Dawn who's mouth was now hanging open as she realized how that had sounded.
"Dawnie...,"
"I'm not leaving *now*!" Dawn grabbed the edge of the table with both hands to indicate that they'd have to drag her away.
"Alright, but this all stays right here in this room between the three, five, oh, goddess, *six* of us," Willow rubbed her forehead.
"I won't say anything," Dawn promised as she looked between Willow and Spike. "Promise."
"I believe ya, Niblet," Spike assured her.
"Alright," Willow agreed. "As I was saying," she turned back to Angel, "we already made the decision to claim each other, this is just a necessary formality to keep us from going insane with...well," she glanced back over her shoulder at Dawn, "never mind."
"Desire?" Dawn supplied and Willow blushed.
"Uh, yeah, sort of," she admitted and Angel stopped glowering for the first time since he'd gotten the phone call last night. He had been afraid that something had happened to change her, and that's why she was with Spike, but she was still the same Willow.
"So," the dark vampire said as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, "why do you want to spend the rest of your life with my boy?"
"Oh, bloody hell!" Spike swore as he lit one cigarette from the glowing tip of another.
Willow looked up into brown eyes and said, "Because I love him."
"Ew!" Cordy shivered. "Giles, you got any whiskey I can add to this coffee? I think I'm gonna need it."
"Yes, of course," he stood up to get the bottle he'd almost finished with Emily just a week ago. "I think my tea could use some, also."
"Can I have some?" Dawn asked.
"No!" five voices answered her.
"Just asking. Jeez," she slumped in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What's to love?" Angel asked softly while Giles and Cordy were busy with the scotch and felt Spike stiffen.
"Everything," Willow said.
"He's tried to kill all of you before," Angel continued to dig.
"I know. But he's changed...,"
"He's *good* now," Dawn giggled as she said it, knowing what Spike's response would be. "Am not! I'm *evil*. You take that back, little girl!" he pointed at her and Dawn just smiled at him.
"Grrr," Spike growled at her. Dawn only laughed harder, holding her stomach.
"Bloody hell, I'm turning into a bleedin' ponce," Spike bemoaned as he slouched in the chair with the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Dawn scooted over the chairs to sit next to Spike, leaned her head against his arm and tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "You're good to me," she amended her earlier statement, "and I love you, too."
"Oh, bloody hell," Spike put his arm around her shoulders, refusing to look at his Sire.
"You know once you do this it's forever, it can't be undone," Angel told her.
"I know," Willow assured him.
"How do you know about the claiming?" Angel asked, curious.
"Well, Spike told me a little, but I also, um...," she hesitated.
"I already know you snuck into my books," Giles said as he added more scotch to his tea.
"Oh, well, um, yeah, I read about it in some of Giles' books," she admitted.
"You were telling me what you see in Spike," Angel returned to their earlier topic of conversation.
"You mean besides the cheekbones and stuff?" Willow asked and Spike smirked.
Dawn saw his smirk and pinched his side. Spike yelped and jumped, almost burning himself with the cigarette as he tried to push her hand away.
"Careful," Willow said over her shoulder, "he's ticklish."
"Am not," he denied.
"Are too," Angel said without thinking and then thanked the PTB that he couldn't blush. "You were saying?" he prodded Willow to change the subject.
"He makes me laugh...he talks to me like an equal...he believes in me...he holds my hand," she felt her eyes beginning to tear and didn't want to cry again, so decided to finish on a light note, "and he's *really* sexy."
"Yeah," Dawn agreed, "he's got a great chest!"
Angel and Cordy looked at her in surprise.
"What? He probably has a great butt, too, but I haven't seen that," she casually looked at her hands as if she was checking her nails.
"Dawn!" Giles faked shocked, he'd heard Anya and Dawn commenting on Spike's chest the night Willow had bandaged him up in the training room.
"I do," Spike stage whispered in Dawn's ear and she giggled. Willow just rolled her eyes.
"Spike," Angel turned his attention to his childe.
"Poof," Spike replied smartly.
"Why do you want to spend the rest of your life with Willow?"
"What's it to ya?" Spike asked belligerently.
"Humor me."
"She's Willow, who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their life, er, unlife with her?"
"Be a little more specific."
"She's smart," he took a long drag, "she's funny," he blew out white smoke, "she's...nice," he said it like it was a swear word, "she's beautiful," he watched Willow glow at his words, "she babbles," Willow blushed, "she gave me a chance," Spike felt himself getting choked up, soddin' sire, and tried to regain his bad vamp image, "and she gets me all, uh...," he hesitated, remembering just in time that Dawn was sitting next to him.
"Hot?" Dawn eagerly supplied and Spike was glad that vampires didn't blush. "`Cause that kiss before was really hot," Dawn continued, "and if it makes any difference, I think you get Willow all hot, too." Spike looked up at Willow who was blushing enough for both of them.
"Uh, yeah," he looked deeply into her green eyes.
Willow smiled and walked over to him, placed her hands on either side of his face, then lowered her lips to his and gently kissed him.
"Wow," Dawn breathed as she slid away from them to give them a modicum of privacy.
Spike put his hand on the back of Willow's head and deepened the kiss, his other hand holding the lit cigarette as far away from her as he could. Cool fingers plucked the cigarette from his hand and he placed it on Willow's back, sliding it down to her bum, remembering just in time that they had an audience.
Willow didn't seem to care. She slid onto his lap and leaned into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She finally pulled back so she could breathe and leaned her forehead against his.
"Spike," she whispered.
"Red."
"Say my name," she pleaded.
"Willow," he moaned softly and she shuddered in his arms.
Angel could smell their desire for each other and he took a long drag of the cigarette he held between his fingers. He blew out the smoke and took another drag.
"Since when do you smoke?" Cordy asked.
"Since now," Angel replied.
"Let's go get claimed," Willow whispered.
Spike smirked, "You're just thinkin' `bout the honeymoon."
"I get a honeymoon? Giles! That wasn't in the Watcher's Journals," she complained.
***
Willow got up and pulled Spike out of the chair, dragging him toward the training room. "Come on," she called behind her, "we've got a claiming ritual to perform."
"Do you, um, want us to stay out here?" Cordy asked the question Dawn was thinking.
Spike looked down at Willow and then back at the girls. "What the hell," he said, "the more the merrier. We've already got Giles to give her away and the poof here to perform the ceremony, she needs a maid o' honor an' I need a best man, so to speak. You up for it, Niblet?"
"Sure!" she jumped up off of her chair and raced to stand by Spike. "Do I have to do anything?"
"Just don't get sick when I drink blood," Spike said softly.
"I've seen you drink blood before," Dawn scoffed.
"Yeah, but this time I won't be drinkin' out of a mug," he told her gently. "You still up for it?"
Dawn swallowed hard and looked between Willow and Spike. "I can do it," she said.
Spike smiled, "Then let's do it."
***
Willow and Spike led the way to the training room followed by Dawn, Cordy and Angel. Giles locked the front door and then joined them.
Willow lit the single white candle, handed the book of matches to Dawn and the jar of sand to Giles, then knelt on the floor next to the ceremonial dagger. Spike knelt to her right while Angel took his place across from them.
Giles poured sand in a circle around them while Dawn lit the five red candles around the circle. Neither the circle nor the candles were necessary to the ritual, but they were familiar and it made Willow feel more comfortable to include them.
After the circle had been drawn and the candles lit, Giles, Dawn and Cordy sat on the couch. Spike picked up the ceremonial dagger and passed it through the flame. Willow held out her left wrist and Spike drew the tip of the dagger along her skin, making a one-inch vertical slice.
Since they'd already claimed each other by biting and the drinking of blood, Spike and Willow had decided for purposes of the ritual to just make small cuts on their wrists to taste the blood.
"I`ve marked you," Spike gently touched the bite on Willow's neck, "and claimed you as mine. By takin' your blood," he took her wrist in his right hand, "in the presence of the Watcher, the prom queen, Niblet and my poofy sire," Willow giggled, then covered her mouth as she looked into Spike's sparkling blue eyes, "I again claim you as mine."
"By giving you my blood I accept your claim," Willow said.
Spike lifted Willow's wrist to his lips as he stared deeply into her eyes. He licked the blood that had oozed from the cut off of her wrist and palm, then closed his lips over the wound and sucked, drinking her blood.
Willow felt tingles in her belly and closed her eyes, letting her forehead fall against Spike's shoulder. He pulled his lips away from her wrist and licked them clean, then licked the cut to stop the bleeding.
"You alright?" he asked softly as his left arm came around her shoulders.
"Mmm hmm," she moaned as she tried to control her desire. "I want you," she lifted her mouth to his ear and whispered.
"I know," he smirked. "I want you, too," he kissed her lightly on the lips, then pushed her back and steadied her so that she was kneeling on her own.
Spike picked up the dagger and passed it through the flame a second time, then drew it along his left wrist, slicing the skin. Willow took his wrist in her hands.
"I have marked you and claimed you as mine," she repeated his words. "By taking your blood in the presence of Giles, Cordelia, Dawn and Angel," she hesitated, "your poofy sire," Spike grinned and Angel rolled his eyes, "I again claim you as mine."
"By givin' you my blood I accept your claim," Spike's silky voice revived the tingles in her belly and Willow took a deep, unsteady breath before lowering her head to his wrist.
Her tongue darted out to catch the drops of blood, tickling him, and Spike took an unnecessary breath. Willow closed her lips over the cut and sucked, drawing Spike's blood into her mouth.
Pulling away from his wrist Willow lifted her head and looked at Spike. He leaned toward her and licked the blood off of her lips before claiming them in a bruising kiss.
Angel reached out and plucked Spike's wrist out of Willow's loose grip, brought it to his mouth and licked the wound to stop the bleeding. Spike tensed when he felt Angel take his wrist, then melted into Willow when his sire lovingly licked the cut, tasting his blood for the first time in more than 80 years.
Angel dropped Spike's wrist and Spike pulled away from Willow, keeping his arm around her shoulders to steady her. The dark vampire picked up the dagger and passed it through the flame, placed the tip against the inside of his wrist and made the cut.
"By offering my blood to my childe and his chosen, I accept his claim and welcome his mate into our family," he held his wrist out to them.
Spike looked at Angel, searching his eyes, before taking hold of his wrist and holding it for Willow.
"By taking your blood, the blood of the sire, I am mated to your childe and made part of your family," Willow intoned, then licked the blood off of Angel's wrist and sucked his blood from the cut. She raised her head and cleaned her lips off.
"By taking your blood, the blood of the sire, my claim is complete, I am mated, and she is made part of...our family," Spike stared into Angel's eyes as he spoke the ritual words. He lifted Angel's wrist to his mouth, closed his lips over the cut and sucked. Spike closed his eyes as sire's blood flowed over his tongue. Spike managed to quell the urge to sink his fangs into his sire's wrist, lifted his lips and licked the wound to stop the bleeding.
Spike raised his head and Angel grabbed him behind the neck, leaned forward and licked the blood off of his lips.
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned and swayed, held up only by Spike's arm around her shoulders.
When Angel pulled away from him, Spike turned to Willow, bent his head and claimed her lips. Willow tilted her head, raising her lips to meet his. She turned into him and grabbed his waist. He slipped his arm around her back, his other hand behind her head, pressing her close as she opened her mouth and let him deepen the kiss.
They finally broke apart so Willow could breathe, but remained pressed together as she caught her breath. Willow ran her hands up Spike's stomach, chest and throat until she cupped his face between them. She ran her thumbs over his cheekbones, then traced his lips.
"I love you," she whispered as she pressed a light kiss on his lips.
"I love you, too."
Spike climbed to his feet and helped Willow stand. They both turned to face the three people sitting on the couch. Dawn, sitting in the middle, was leaning forward, eyes wide, mouth dropped open, taking it all in.
Giles, to her left, had kept a careful eye on the ritual to ensure Willow's safety and looked uncomfortable to be a witness to such an intimate proceeding.
Cordelia was flushed and sitting with her legs crossed. Spike could smell her arousal. He looked back at Angel who now stood behind them and said, "You're gonna have to take care of the prom queen."
"Shut up, Spike," Angel slapped the back of his impudent childe's head. Spike just smirked.
Dawn was the first one to recover. "Are you done?" she asked as she stood.
"All done, Niblet," Spike said.
"Congratulations!" she ran over and threw her arms around Spike and Willow. Willow laughed as they both returned the younger girl's hug.
***
Willow swept up the sand while Dawn blew out the candles and Giles cleaned off the dagger. Angel, Cordelia and Spike stood in uncomfortable silence, watching them.
When they were done Willow pulled Giles aside and took his hand. "I wanted to thank you for helping us," Willow said. "I know you don't really understand, you know, what I'm doing, but I appreciate your faith in me."
"Willow," Giles squeezed her hand. "You're right I...I don't understand. But I want you to be happy. And you seem happier than I've seen you in a long time."
"I am, Giles. Thank you," she hugged him. She heard Spike growl behind her and laughed as she yelled, "Stop it!"
"You growl at me one more time," Giles shook his finger at the blonde vampire and paused as he thought, "I'm going to burn that duster!"
"Hey, you stay away from the duster, mate!" Spike cried in horror.
"Dawn," Willow was shaking her head at the two men, "you can come home with us. We'll call and leave a message for Buffy."
"Okay. I'm, uh, not going to be in the way, am I?" she asked.
"Don't be silly. We'd love to have you."
"What is she, dinner?" Spike teased.
"Ew!" Dawn slapped at his arm.
The six of them walked out of the shop and to Angel's convertible together. Cordy pulled a small, flat box from under the front seat and handed it to Willow as she gave her a hug. "For your wedding night," she stage-whispered. "Don't open it now."
"Thank you, Angel," Willow reached up and gave the dark vampire a hug next and Spike growled again.
"Will you stop with the growling?" Giles said in exasperation. "It's not that impressive when we know you can't hurt us."
"I can hurt him," Spike argued.
"But you won't," Willow took his hand. "Now, say thank you."
"What?" he looked at her in disbelieving horror.
"You heard me," Willow tapped her foot. "Say thank you or you won't get to see what Cordy got me," she shook the box.
Spike looked at Angel who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed and a big grin on his face as Spike's discomfort.
"It's red," Cordy prompted.
"Oh, bloody hell! Thanks, ya wanker," Spike said grudgingly.
"That was...heartwarming," Dawn faked tears and patted her chest.
"Wanna walk?" Spike asked and Dawn laughed at him.
Angel opened the passenger side door for Cordy and walked around the car with a big smile. This was a side of his childe that he hadn't seen in years. Not the sarcastic, obnoxious side, he'd seen plenty of that, but the caring, loving, teasing side. It was...nice. He jumped into the driver's seat without opening the door, "Show off," Cordy muttered, and started the car, pulling away from the curb with a long beep of the horn.
The other four stood and watched them drive away until they could no longer see the car. Then they walked Giles to his car to make sure he got there safely, yelling their goodnight's as he drove away.
Dawn jumped on Spike's back for a piggyback ride to their car. "It's not fair," she moped.
"What's not fair, Niblet?"
"Both Angel and Giles have convertibles and we don't. We should have a convertible, too!"
"No way," Spike said, "those're poofy cars. `Sides, Angel's an idiot. He's a vampire livin' in the sun capital of the United States an' he drives a convertible. Sod's got serious issues."
***
When they got to Willow's house she made Dawn call Buffy and leave a message telling her where she was and that Willow would bring her home in the morning. Willow sat the gift box on the stairs then went to the kitchen to make hot cocoa. They felt weirdly like a little family. Only on the hellmouth, she thought.
When the cocoa was hot Willow poured it into mugs and Spike pulled out the bag of marshmallows. "Want one, Niblet?" he asked as he bit one in half.
"Ew, no!" Dawn shuddered and Spike laughed.
"I still can't believe you don't like marshmallows," he said as he dropped a handful into his and Willow's mugs.
"Believe it," Dawn said as she picked up her mug and led the way to the back porch. The three of them sat on the porch swing, with Spike in the middle, drinking their hot cocoa and looking at the stars.
"This is a weird wedding night," Dawn finally commented.
"It was a weird wedding," Willow smiled. "Just think of this as the reception."
"Am I gonna need ear plugs later?" Dawn asked and Willow reached across Spike to slap her.
"No, I put something in your hot cocoa to knock you out," Willow said.
"Hey!" Dawn looked into her empty mug.
Willow looked at her watch in the moonlight. "Midnight," she announced, "time for all good little girls to be in bed," she stood up.
"So where `re you goin'?" Spike asked as he patted her behind.
"Very funny," she took his empty mug and carried it into the kitchen. Dawn followed her and set her mug in the sink with the others. Willow rinsed out the mugs and then looked out onto the porch where Spike had lit a cigarette.
"Lock the door when you come in, alright?" she asked.
"Yep," he said around the cigarette.
"C'mon," Willow grabbed Dawn's arm, "let's go see what Cordy got me!"
"Alright!" Dawn giggled, excited to be included, and they raced up the stairs, Willow grabbing the gift box on the way.
Spike smirked as he listened to the girls giggling. He stepped off of the porch and walked around the house to the balcony outside Willow's, their, bedroom so he could listen to them.
The two girls ran into Willow's bedroom and she threw the top of the box on the bed as she walked toward it, then reached inside the tissue paper and pulled out a red silk nightie, tossing the bottom of the box onto the bed with the top. She grabbed the spaghetti straps and held the short gown up in front of her.
"Wow," Dawn said.
"Think Spike'll like it?" Willow asked, suddenly nervous. He'd seen her naked before, heck, he'd seen her sweating and begging him to touch her, but tonight, everything seemed different.
"He'll love it!" Dawn enthused. "It's red, it's silky and you'll be in it, right?"
Willow looked at the young girl who somehow knew just what to say. She tossed the nightie on the bed and hugged Dawn.
"Thank you, Dawnie. Come on, let's get you settled in," she took Dawn into the guest room and showed her where the upstairs bathroom was located, since last time she spent the night she'd used the bathroom in Willow's room.
Willow skipped back to her room, grabbed the nightie and disappeared into the bathroom. She splashed her face, brushed her hair and teeth and changed into the red silk. She stepped back into her bedroom and turned off the light. Spike hadn't returned yet so she went to the balcony doors and pulled them open, then stepped out.
"Spike," she called softly.
"Red," he responded, and Willow saw the glowing tip of his cigarette below her.
"Dawn's in bed," she whispered.
"That a fact?" he teased.
"Mmm hmm, and I'm all naked except for this red, silky number," she raised her arms, lifting her hair and letting it fall, causing the silk to tighten over her breasts and climb her thighs.
Spike pinched out his cigarette and tossed it away, then ran to the trellis and began to climb it. When he reached the top he vaulted over the railing and landed in front of Willow. She took a step back as her heart began to race and her stomach flip-flopped.
Her breasts were heaving fetchingly as the blood pumped through her body. Spike reached out for her and she took a teasing step back, and then another until she was standing in the corner of the railing.
"Spike," she whimpered as she pressed her thighs together.
"You want me to touch ya, baby?" Spike asked as he stalked her across the balcony, her scent perfuming the night air.
"Yes."
"You ran away, little girl, now you have to beg for it," his voice was husky with desire.
"Please, Spike," Willow begged. "Please touch me."
He pressed his body against hers, his hands on her back as he kissed her. She ran her hands over his chest, then fisted them in the material of his shirt before tugging at it. Spike let go of her long enough to help her pull the shirt over his head then pulled her close for another kiss as Willow ran her hands over his bared torso.
Goddess, she loved to touch him. He was so beautiful. His chest, his shoulders, his arms, his back, his stomach, her hands roamed over his body.
As Spike continued to kiss her, his hands moved down her back and hips until his fingers were touching her bare thigh. He slipped his fingers beneath the nightie, lifted it up as his hand crawled up her leg. Willow shivered in anticipation of his touch, but he stopped just before reaching her center.
"Spike," she moaned, "don't tease."
"I'm not teasing," he said, "teasing implies...,"
"I know, I know," she groaned. "Follow through already!"
Spike smirked as he stepped back and lifted her foot up onto the railing.
"Spike, what are you...?"
"Hold on tight, baby," he said before sinking to his knees in front of her.
"Oh, goddess," she grabbed the railing with both hands as Spike's thumbs gently spread her and his tongue entered her.