Sidetracked?

Author: Spike's Witch

E-mail : spikeswitch2002@yahoo.com

Pairing : Willow/Spike

Rating : NC-17

Spoilers : Everything through "Restless". No big spoilers for any episodes.

Summary : A favor for Giles leads to some pleasant surprises.

Notes : This would take place sometime after Season 4. AU from there. Just pretend that Giles got the Magick Box over that summer instead of during Season 5

Disclaimer : These characters belong to Mutant Enemy, Inc and 20th Century Fox Television. No infringement is intended ____________________

This was not good. Not good at all.

//Concentrate, and just relax. It's only Spike.// Willow told herself. Yes, only Spike. Spike, the irritating, mean vampire who hated them all. The *gorgeous*, irritating, mean vampire who hated them all.

Willow had never thought that she might like men again after she and Tara had broken up two and a half months ago; she had never really considered the possibility. There it was though, and she couldn't deny the way she felt when she looked at him. She was attracted. Maybe *no one* was immune to the sexy vampire thing, or maybe it was just Spike. The most casual or accidental touch between them made her heart speed up, and thinking of him gave her this feeling in the pit of her stomach of both excitement and confusion all at once. It didn't help that Spike had taken Giles' advice and was trying to make something better of himself. He'd moved out from his crypt and into an apartment building, and he'd even gone to LA the previous week to inform Angel about his being chipped and helping to fight evil, telling Angel not to hesitate if he ever needed help with things there. Though she would never be comfortable with Spike's past, Willow could respect the way he was now accepting his chipped status and making a conscious effort to change. Even if Spike himself hadn't really changed. He was still snarky, liked the violence a little too much, didn't actually appear to like being around any of the group, and got into arguments with Xander and Buffy all the time. Willow often thought that maybe Spike joining Angel in LA might be easier on everyone.

It *really* didn't help that said vampire was currently in Willow's bedroom hovering within inches of her, standing behind her office type chair while she worked at the desktop computer that had been a gift from her parents when they traded up to something newer. Hovering led to bad thoughts, and bad thoughts were, well, bad. She clicked the mouse to scan an entry out of one the books she'd taken from The Magick Box. Buffy had stopped some demon attacking a woman while she was on patrol the night before and had fought the thing viciously before it finally ran off. Giles had asked Buffy to draw the demon after describing it, so they could get an accurate representation of it and everyone could research through the different books separately. After going through all the books on hand and finding nothing, Willow said she would go home and look through what she had taken from Giles' private collection to add to the ever growing demon database she was cataloguing. She found an exact match, and when she called Giles, he'd said he'd send Spike over as he was already there to see if they'd found out anything. Giles was alone manning the store and didn't want to shut down early.

As the scanner started, Spike thankfully backed up and sat on Willow's bed.

She swiveled around to face him. "Should be all done in another minute or two. Buffy's not going to like this. From what I was reading, these T'Lak demons are really strong and they come in twos or threes. That one she saw last night probably wasn't the only one. Trouble just keeps on a' brewing."

Spike smirked a little in amusement. "This is the Hellmouth, pet. What do you expect? And know what - I kind of hope there is trouble. Both the Slayer and I are just *itching* for a good fight. Been too quiet around here lately."

A small smile back. "Dunno, Spike. Some of us like it quiet."

"Quiet's boring.... Well, except for you. You're quiet, but you're not boring."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

Spike shrugged casually, but his gaze was steady. "If you want."

The scanner made that whirling, buzzing, slightly whining noise that signaled it was done, and Willow saved the file, then called it up to print. The print out came up quickly. Willow stood up, took the paper from the printer caddy and handed it to Spike. "Well, there you go."

He folded and pocketed the page in the front of his jeans, then moved to get his duster, which was hanging on a rack attached to the back of the door. "Thanks, love."

Willow went to the door to see him out. "Bye. Tell Giles to have a good night."

"What, no 'have a good night' for me, too?" he teased.

"Of course, but only because I like you. Not like I'd go around saying that to just any old vamp."

Spike's expression was soft, unguarded, and serious now. "Do you? Like me?"

//Whoa, where did *that* come from?// Willow wondered and tried to figure out the best way to answer that without looking like an idiot. "Yes, I do. You're .. You're not the same as you were. You actually help us now because you want to, you're good in a fight, and you're fun to be around because you don't take crap from anyone."

He shook his head. "Nice, but not quite what I meant. Do you really like me, Willow? Have any feelings towards me whatsoever?"

Willow swallowed hard. "'Like' as in friend like, or 'like' as in -"

Spike turned towards her completely now, blocking her way somewhat.. "- as in physical attraction. Is that why your heart's *pounding* right now?" Willow was unresisting as he took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Is that why your pulse races when I touch you? I don't think it's fear. No, I think it's something else entirely. And I can't just ignore it."

"I -" Willow found herself incapable of coherent speech. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "Yes," she admitted with her eyes cast away for a second, "there's - feelings. Attraction."

He stepped closer, his other hand circling around her waist. "Do you have *any* bloody idea what you've been doing to me?" he asked softly. "I don't know what's going on, but all I can think about is you. It's like - It's as if you're surrounding me." He reached out and touched her face gently. Pale, black nail polished fingers against the slightly flushed, soft skin. Willow closed her eyes, not quite believing any of this. "So *warm*, so beautiful. And that *scent*. You smell so good."

"I do? To you?"

She stood there, frozen, as Spike leaned in and nuzzled at her neck, lips barely touching, his eyelashes and hair tickling her slightly. "Mmm...Yes." Then he moved a little lower, his tongue flicking slowly over her pulse point, and Willow began to *throb*. "Taste good, too."

Without really realizing it, she pulled him even closer, her hands moving to the back of his head and his waist. The nuzzling became actual kissing and she bent her head back to allow him better access as he planted kisses on her collarbone, throat and jaw. As one, almost by instinct, they moved backwards. Willow made a soft 'umph' as her back connected with the nearby door. Spike moved his ministrations to the other side of her neck as he pressed more tightly against her. Willow's hands trailed through his hair; down his shoulders and back to the curve of his butt, moving back up again after a little squeeze. He felt so *good*. All smooth muscle. She could only imagine what this might be like minus all of the clothes. Somehow her lips managed to find his neck, and she returned what he was doing to her, except with a little more nipping. She thought she was doing something right because his fingers buried deeper in her hair, and he gasped slightly. She traced a line from his Adam's apple up to the side his throat with the tip of her tongue, eliciting another little sound of pleasure. Willow felt both her confidence and her arousal growing at this small show of desire from Spike.

He left her neck; rubbed Eskimo - style at the side of her face and her hair with his nose, then leaned back an inch expectantly, eyes focused on her mouth. "Could I kiss you now, pet?"

Willow moved first and kissed him hard, then more gently as the kiss deepened. //This has to be a dream.// she thought. *Spike* *wanted* her? By the time they broke away from each other, Willow was aching.

They kissed again and fumbled towards her bed in a haze, touching each other anywhere they could.

Willow was barely aware of getting there. The next thing she knew, she was lying on her bed with Spike on top of her, nuzzling again. //Do vamps really have a thing about necks or what?// she wondered with the small part of her mind that could still actually think. They kissed and slowly started moving against each other. She breathed in sharply as he shifted his weight a little and his hand traveled beneath her dress between her legs. He stroked her through her panties for a few seconds, making a little satisfied noise as Willow arched into the touch. Then he pressed in on her already swollen clit, rubbing slowly at the sensitive nub and the soft material surrounding it. Willow bucked and started grinding herself against this delicious and completely overwhelming friction of bone, cool skin, and fabric. "Spike, please - *harder*", she panted desperately. He did as was asked, rubbing in earnest and moving the rest of his body in a fast rhythm against hers. Willow rocked erratically with him, chest heaving, and heart racing. It didn't take long before she was close, and Spike knew it. "That's it. Come for me, Willow," he coaxed into her ear between kisses. She hit her peak a few seconds later, legs involuntarily closing around him, fingers digging into his shoulder and one of her pillows. He put his head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat even out as she came down from her orgasm.

"Whoa...." Willow shook her head and smiled as they untangled themselves. "I've *never* experienced anything quite like that."

Spike grinned, and tried to will his own body from its state of excitement. It had taken all of his willpower to control himself. "Liked that, did you?"

"Yes! It was nice. Completely unexpected, but nice."

"Nice? Just nice?"

"It was great. Wonderful. Amazing," she admitted with a little laugh.

He suddenly grew pensive. "Didn't expect it, either. Hoped, but never expected anything to happen. Like I said, I'm not sure what's going on, but -"

"There's no pressure from me, okay?" Willow said gently. "Something *is* happening with us, but - we don't have to figure out what it is tonight. Right now, you need to get back to the Magick Box. God! What are you going to tell Giles? You should've been back there already."

Spike finally went to get his coat and leave. "I'll just tell him that I got a bit...sidetracked."

~End~  

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