**************
As Oz turned and walked out of her life, Willow started sobbing quietly.
Spike, wisely saying nothing, just gathered her into his arms and let her
cry
herself out. After a few minutes, Willow managed to pull herself together
a bit and she pulled back from Spike's arms, albeit reluctantly, and raised
her red puffy eyes up to meet his sympathetic yet somehow at the same time
possessively jealous blue eyes.
Once she had calmed down a bit and was able to meet his eyes, Spike asked the question that had been burning in the pit of his stomach since she had uttered those words in her conversation with Oz that had turned his world all topsy-turvy.
"Did you mean it?" he asked.
Willow just looked at him in a daze. Between the mind-blowing sex with Spike and the painful Oz breakup, everything had gotten a bit jumbled up and she had no idea what he was asking about.
Seeing her confusion, he elaborated. "What you said about not being sorry and needing me, did you mean it?" [At least the needing me bits, I really hope you weren't meaning the part about needing the great Pouf too.]
The confusion cleared. "Spike, do you really think I would have...um...you
know," suddenly she was all Willow again and completely unable to say the
word sex, especially to Spike so she just gestured to the picnic table
where they had...um...you know, "...at all. Especially not out here...
in the
park... where anyone could walk... at any time... oh Goddess!" At this
point, Willow went into full blown panic, hyperventilation mode.
Spike, again showing a wisdom that his 'big bad' attitude normally hid, just gathered Willow close to him again and murmured soothing nonsensical sounds to her as she worked through her sudden exhibitionism issues. As he did, he reflected that it was a good thing she couldn't see the grin on his face that confirmation of her earlier words had caused. While in his mind the grin was fully justified, he was aware that seeing said grin would probably piss her off and cause her to get closer to Angel in retribution or freak her out and make her think that he was just using her. Neither sounded like a good option for him so he made sure that he kept her face nestled in her shoulder until he could get control of his facial muscles.
Willow, starting to calm, rubbed her face against Spike's shoulder.
[Nice shoulder. Nice strong shoulder. Nice strong cool shoulder. Nice strong
cool
bare shoulder.... Hmmm... Bare shoulder, connected to bare chest. Nice
bare chest. Nice bare chest connected to nice bare... EEP!] "You're *naked*!!"
She pushed Spike away, catching quite a lovely naked eyeful. "Naked! You!
Less than clothed! EEP!"
Spike let out a snort of laughter at that. "Yes Luv, I've found that
being naked is far easier for having *you know* than being fully clothed."
Amusement twinkled in his blue eyes as he watched Willow try to find
a suitable retort. [Cor, you'd think the girl had never seen a naked man,
let
alone had mind blowing sex with one not even a half hour ago! She is
cute when she's flustered though.]
Willow looked at the ground while she tried to marshal her thoughts.
As she did, she noticed that while Spike was as naked as the day he was
born,
somehow she had ended up in Spike's shirt, an occurrence that she had
absolutely no memory of.
"How come you're naked and I'm not?"
"Didn't want the wolf to get an eyeful of your bits and pieces." Spike answered.
"Oh, but you had no problem with him taking a good look at *your* 'bits and pieces'? Or anyone else for that matter?"
"It wasn't my bits that the dog was looking at! And who cares about anyone else?"
"I do! Get dressed!" There was a decidedly jealous tone in Willow's voice.
Spike just grinned gleefully as he put his pants on and listened to Willow rant as she continued on about free shows and not wanting to give any female wandering past any ideas and being a major lack of sharing girl.
Once he had his pants on, Spike gave Willow a big kiss to shut her up, scooped her back up into his arms and headed back to the mansion with visions of all the leftover chocolate dancing in his head.
**********
Buffy was pacing as Oz walked back in.
"Well? What did she do? What happened? What are you going to do now?" Buffy threw the questions at him, hoping that he was as angry as she was and would help her get that thieving bitch Willow.
"We talked." answered Oz.
"And now you are going to help me get her because she just used you and ditched you again. Right?"
"Wrong. I'm going to let her work things out for herself and so should you."
"But she stole my boyfriend!" Buffy ranted.
"You broke it off with him. He's not your boyfriend. Let them be." Oz replied and then left.
Buffy sat and stewed for a while about what to do when she came up with a plan. A wicked awful plan that would get that little slut Willow! She ran off to find Faith and Wesley, whom she just *knew* would help her out.
**********
"Where the hell have you two been?" Angel growled at Spike the second that he and Willow walked in the door.
"Out and about, mate. Played in the park, saw the wolf, going to bed
now. Night daddy." Spike tried to breeze past Angel without having to give
up
Willow.
"I don't think so!" Angel spat out as he grabbed Willow out of his reluctant childe's arms. "My turn now." And Angel swept his precious bundle out of the mansion before Willow could lodge a protest and left Spike glaring at the back of his perfectly jelled head.
**********
"So Wesley, all we have to do is read this book and it will exorcise
the goddess from Willow and all will be well." Buffy told her inept watcher
while
Faith stood beside her looking extra cheerful.
"Are you sure about this, Buffy?" asked Wesley, worriedly. He didn't want to do anything to raise Willow's ire but at the same time was desperate to get rid of the goddess and the threat to his own well being, which is perhaps why he agreed to it without pressing Buffy as to how *she* found this supposed cure when no one else could do it. But alas, he merely accepted it when she assured him that it was sure to work.
So Wesley foolishly started reading from the book that Buffy held open
for him, being so very careful to shield the cover and it's illustration
of
Moloch from his view.
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