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Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Summary: Spike deals with a problem.
Notes: This could take place in Season 4. Just pretend Spike got a bed for the crypt.
Disclaimer: These characters and their universe are owned by Mutant Enemy, Inc. and Fox Television. I make no claims to anything. _______________________
Spike was beginning to dread going to sleep. Because in sleep, the dreams came. The dreams of *her*. The infuriating, maddening dreams that been plauging him for the last few days.
Willow.
A fucking spell. This *had* to be some fucking spell. How else was it that he could be feeling like this over *Willow*? The Slayer's friend? The rather timid, but nice, witch?
She had been anything but timid in his dreams.
Images came to him now, rising unbidden from his memory. Him and Willow, naked and tangled together in these very sheets....Willow's tiny hands gripping the bars of the headboard as he slid in and out of her, her soft voice crying out his name, begging for it just a little harder. His hands reaching up and joining hers as he rammed into her.
His cock stiffened involuntarily. It had all felt so *real* - until he'd woken up with sheets sticking to him, and no one there.
He felt like he was loosing his mind. This had to *stop*. It had to end.
And with any luck, it would end. Right now.
"Bottom's Up!" Spike drank down the contents of the bottle he'd procured from a Fashara eariler that night. The old demon had looked at him like he was crazy. A de-lusting and sleeping aid potion in one? Spike had calmly just asked him if he could do it. The Fashara had said yes, but that the potion would take about a half hour to be ready. Spike had gone to Willy's, had some smokes and a drink, and plotted the most painful way for the the Fashara to die if the cure didn't take. After thirty -five minutes had passed, he went back, paid for the potion, and cursed himself for just how utterly pathetic he had become.
Now in addition to being pathetic, he just hoped this worked.
Spike undressed, crawled into bed, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
End