Previous parts can be found at "Bite me...Please,"
"Willow's Lil Secret," and "Soulmates till the End of
Time."
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Spike stood on the rooftop of the hotel, smoking and
wondering about what was going on between he and his
sire and the redhead. The sex had been absolutely
incredible, even with Spike's considerable history.
He closed his eyes and drifted back to the memories
that were only a few hours old.
The redhead had been more passionate than Spike could
have imagined. Just thinking about her made him hard
again. The feel of her cool smooth skin pressed
against him, the hunger of her kisses, the taste of
her blood in his mouth. He had shagged her in the
shower, pounding her against the wall as she growled
and screamed his name. And being with his sire again
affected the blonde more than he was willing to admit.
The feel of the dark vampire's strong hands clutching
his shoulders as he thrust into the blonde had been
fucking amazing. Spike had never let anyone but his
sire bugger him, and the blonde found himself
hungering for more, in spite of how exhausted he felt.
The three of them had shagged for hours before
finally collapsing into bed. It was almost the way
things had been before, before the soul, when it had
been him and Dru and Angelus.
Maybe that was what bothered him so much. The sex had
been fantastic, better than anything Spike could have
imagined after such a long time on his own. But as
far as he knew, it didn't mean anything. It was just
sex. And when his sire and the redhead awoke, they
would still be as in love with each other as they had
been when Spike had left the night before. And Spike
still didn't know where that left him.
He heard a noise behind him and turned to see Willow
staring at him. "Why aren't you with my sire?" Spike
asked, looking away once more.
"He wanted some time alone," she answered simply. She
stepped forward and stood beside him. Spike inhaled
another breath of his cigarette, trying to drown out
the smell of sex that radiated from the redhead.
"Did I do something wrong?" the redhead asked
suddenly.
"Why do you ask that, pet?"
"Well, we were all downstairs in bed together,
sleeping peacefully. At least, I was sleeping
peacefully, enjoying the exhaustion brought on by the
most incredible day of my existence. But then I woke
up, and I was all alone. I found Angel on the
balcony, but he said he wants to be by himself right
now, so I came looking for you. And you're acting
like you can't stand the sight of me. Did I do
something wrong?" Willow struggled to contain the
tears that threatened to flow.
"You didn't do anything wrong, luv," Spike replied.
"It's just complicated."
"But it's not," Willow protested. "I love Angel and I
love you. You both love each other, even if you're
too damned stubborn to admit it. That's not
complicated."
"Willow," Spike said, turning to face her. "What is
it?" he asked as the redhead's face crinkled up in a
sad pout.
"You don't ever call me Willow."
"That's what Peaches calls you."
"So? I call him Angel, you call him Peaches."
"What's the big bloody deal?"
"Nothing, I guess." Willow kicked at a rock, watching
it soar off the rooftop.
"Look, Willow, what is the bloody problem?"
"I like it better when you call me Red," she admitted.
Spike couldn't help it. He laughed. She was so
deliciously innocent sometimes. No wonder his sire
was so enchanted by her.
"Look, if you're just going to laugh at me, then I'll
go away!" Willow yelled. She turned to walk towards
the door when Spike stopped her with a strong hand on
her shoulder.
"Don't go, Red," he said softly. "I just thought it
was cute. Here I thought I was pissing you and your
lot off with my little nicknames and you had to go and
get attached to yours. You can't blame me for
laughing at that."
"Maybe," Willow said, her eyes darting back and forth
between the rooftop and Spike.
They stood in silence for several minutes. "So?"
Willow finally said.
"So what?"
"So what's so complicated? Is it because you don't
love me? I've accepted that, you know. It doesn't
change how I feel about you or about Angel. He was
really jealous of you at first. You know, when you
came up to LA. But he knows that I love him now.
Besides, he's my sire."
"He's our sire, pet. Which I suppose makes you my
little sister."
"Eww," Willow said.
"What now?"
"Just kind of an icky thought. Lusting after my
brother's body."
Spike laughed again. "It can't be any worse than
having sex with your daddy," he joked. Willow
wrinkled her nose at that comment. "Bloody hell, luv.
Just get over it. You're a vampire now. We do
things a little differently."
"Really? Because it all seemed pretty familiar to
me."
Spike glared at the redhead playfully. "Familiar,
huh? Maybe you need to have a little lesson in the
extraordinary then, pet."
Willow felt a tingle run through her body at Spike's
comment. He raised an eyebrow at her as he smelled
her arousal get stronger.
"You've really got a thing for me, don't you, Red?"
Spike asked.
Willow frowned. "Yeah. Sorry." She turned to try
and leave once more.
"Hold on there, luv. Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you be sorry?"
Willow shrugged. "For having a thing for you. You
make it sound like a bad thing."
"It's not, pet. Maybe a little unexpected, but it's
not a bad thing. Tell me, what made a sweet, innocent
little girl like you fall in love with a mean old
vampire like me?"
"You fell in love with a slayer," Willow spat.
Spike growled. "Don't go there, Red," he warned.
Willow sighed in exasperation. "I'm not really sure.
Angel has asked me the same thing. About you. I
don't think he'd ever question why I love him just in
case it gave me any ideas." She paused and twirled a
strand of hair lazily in her fingers. "I really don't
know, Spike. Somewhere between your twisted but very
funny sense of humor, your great ass and those killer
eyes, I just fell right from lust into love. Maybe it
was realizing just how deeply your feelings for Dru
ran. I was so desperately jealous of her. I wanted
someone to love me that much."
Spike was quiet for a moment, remembering how
devastated he'd been when Dru left him again. Then he
smiled as the rest of the redhead's statement sank in.
"Been checking out my arse, have you?"
Willow would have blushed if she could have.
"Maaaybe," she drawled.
"Tell me something, Red," Spike said softly. "Do you
really think something would work with the three of
us?"
Willow giggled. "Everything seemed to be working
earlier." She saw Spike's serious expression. "I
don't know. But if there is one thing I've learned
from Angel, it's that some things are worth working
for. And I'm not just talking about the forces of
good, either. There were times, especially at the
beginning, when I wasn't sure if I could handle being
a vampire. But Angel's been there for me through all
of it, helping me understand and adjust. And dealing
with this bond we have wasn't easy. For a long time,
every time I touched him I felt like I was betraying
Buffy somehow." She noticed Spike's pained expression
and quickly continued. "Plus there was the whole
idea, which was totally foreign to me, that making
love to Angel was something I practically had to do."
"You didn't look like you were forced into it to me."
Willow glared at him before continuing. "The first
night, I had no idea what was happening. It was like
I was totally out of control. And afterwards, the
next morning, I felt so guilty. But how do you feel
guilty about something that feels so.right?"
Spike nodded. He hadn't had the guilt or reservations
the redhead had experienced, but he understood how
being with his sire had just felt like it was just
meant to be.
"See, it's not really so complicated," Willow finally
said.
"If you say so, pet." Spike continued to stare out
over the buildings of LA, puffing away at his
cigarette.
"If you want some blood, I'm going to go heat some
up," Willow said.
"I'll be down in a few minutes, Red," Spike replied.
Spike waited for the redhead to leave before sighing
and flicking his cigarette over the edge of the
building. "Not so complicated, she says," Spike
muttered. He shook his head, wondering when he'd
become the silent brooding type like his sire. With
one last look at the city, Spike headed for the door
and the promise of warm blood.
A slight smile curled the corners of Angel's lips as
he heard Spike head inside. It was really a terrible
habit the dark vampire had picked up, eavesdropping on
the redhead. But he had wanted to hear what she'd say
to the blonde. And he'd been interested in what Spike
would say to her.
Angel sighed. His own thoughts were just as jumbled
as Spike's at the moment, but the dark vampire also
realized that he and Spike had it easy. Willow had
readily professed her love for both of them, and the
bond shared by the elder vampires couldn't be
questioned, although it would take some time to
readjust to the relationship. Instead, it was Willow
who was in a tenuous position. She certainly had
Angel's love, but her feelings for the blonde were, at
least at the moment, unrequited. Although Angel
couldn't imagine anyone not adoring his redheaded
childe, he also knew that Spike's defenses were not
easily broken down. He just hoped that in time Spike
let the redhead into his heart.
End part 11