~Part: 1~ Dreams

Willow stumbled into her room and fell onto her bed. She felt as though she hadn't slept in weeks. In actuality, it had only been two days. The gang had spent the first part of the week researching the latest demon visiting Sunnydale. After Buffy had killed it, she and Willow had spent the remainder of the week working on a Psych project. Buffy had really gotten interested in the subject, so they had spent hours going over research and reading books. Giles couldn't believe that Buffy had willingly read a book. Their project was about dreams and the subconscious. This was definitely a subject Buffy excelled at. Xander had contributed by watching Young Guns 1 and 2 over and over. Willow swore she could now recite every word. If Xander quoted anything else from one of those films, she knew she might have to kill him. Oz was out of town with the band. Willow smiled thinking about her ex-boyfriend. He and Buffy (with a little encouragement) had started hanging out a bit. Willow thought Oz would be good for her best friend. He just hadn't been meant for her. And, for Buffy's sake, at least he wasn't a vampire. Thinking about vampires brought Willow's thoughts to Spike. For some reason, he had been helping them since he got back to town. No one knew exactly why. Buffy had decided not to question it and just accept the help. Every time he helped them, he grumbled about it. Willow had decided he must have his reasons, and just really hoped it wasn't an act. (UGH! I need to quit thinking about Spike or I'll never get to sleep.) She closed her eyes determined to get at least a few hours sleep before meeting the gang. Her last conscious thoughts were of a blue eyed blond vamp....Soon, her even breathing filled the room.

**********

(What? Oh must be dream.)

Willow looked around. She appeared to be on a train. She looked through the window and saw mountains in the distance.

"Excuse me Miss. Did you need some assistance?" Willow turned and smiled.

It was the conductor. He was reaching to pick up the suitcase at her feet.

"Thank you sir. I appear to be a bit lost."

"This way Miss."

Willow looked around and decided that is must be the mid 1800s, if the passengers clothing was anything to go by. She hurried to catch up to the conductor. He stopped at the door to one of the private compartments.

"Here we are Miss." He opened the door.

Willow looked in and saw an older man sitting with a gun in his lap. She noticed a badge on his left shirt pocket.

(Must be a marshal.) She turned to see his prisoner and gasped. "Oh my..."

The conductor, noticing her discomfort, assured her, "Don't worry Miss. He won't be getting loose."

He put her bag down and left, closing the door behind him. Willow hadn't moved. She was still staring at the prisoner. Blond hair....blue eyes....lips curled into that smirk...an aura of confidence and sexuality despite the handcuffs around his wrists...

"Spike?" Willow whispered quietly.

She looked into knowing blue eyes that suddenly winked. Willow could feel the blush coming.

(Goddess, I even blush in my dreams)

She took the seat across from the men, deliberately avoiding the prisoner's stare. She needed to figure out what was happening.

(Why is Spike here? More accurately, why is he dressed and why are there other people here?)

She looked up through her lashes and checked out her dream version of Spike.

(Oh Goddess! He looks tasty. Tight brown pants...a white button up shirt, the top few buttons undone...a brown vest...and a hat. A hat? Note to self---burn Xander's copies of Young Guns.)

He moved slightly and she jerked her gaze up. Green eyes looked into blue. Blue eyes that were full of mischievousness and amusement, if not something more. Willow blushed and turned her attention to her luggage. She sifted through it until she found a book. She couldn't spend the entire dream staring at him, no matter how nice that might be. There was something different here and she couldn't quiet figure out what.

(He seems real)

The thought brought her attention away from the book, She looked up, noticing that the marshal had fallen asleep. His snores and her breathing were the only sounds in the small compartment. The prisoner was watching her. She opened her book and began to read. Soon, the slow motion of the train drew her into a nice sleep....

(Hmmm....this is more like it.)

Willow felt fingers caressing her face...outlining her lips. Lips gently meeting hers. She opened her eyes and saw only darkness.

(OK....a dream within a dream?)

She felt the lips move sensuously across her face.

(Who cares?) She decided. (I'm going to enjoy this)

She moved her hand to his face, forcing his mouth to hers. Their tongues battled for dominance. She pushed the hat off and ran her fingers through his hair. His left hand pulled her head back as his right hand ventured under her long skirt. She whimpered into his mouth as his fingers found her center.

(Oh Goddess, he is so good at this)

She moved her hand down to his lap, but was surprised when his left hand pulled it up.

"This time is for you Luv" He whispered before capturing her lips again.

She was so wet. His fingers thrust into her more urgently. She pushed down as hard as she could. She was almost there. She tore her mouth from his and began to moan. His lips moved down to her neck. She felt his teeth gently nipping at her pulse point. He rubbed his thumb on her clit and she felt herself shatter. At that precise moment, his teeth bit into her neck, sucking gently.

"Spike!" She heard herself cry out.

She let herself slowly come down from her high. He wasn't beside her anymore. She took a few deep breaths and slowly opened her eyes. She was still on the train. The cop was waking up.

(Oh Goddess, what a dream)

She took a peak at the prisoner and saw him watching her with a sexy smile.

(No....He couldn't possible know)

She looked away as she felt the train slowing down.

(WHAT?)

There on he floor, by her feet, was his hat. She looked at him quickly.

"How?" She whispered to herself.

He smiled. She watched as he brought his rght hand up and let his tongue slide across his finger. She then watched as he put his hand back into the handcuffs. She noticed the sash on the floor by his feet.

Green eyes met blue as he said, "Surprise Red."

And he winked at her.

"FUCK!" Willow woke up.

(Oh Goddess.)

She looked around her room a bit disoriented. She noticed it was almost 5pm. She fell back on her pillow.

"What a dream. Wow." She whispered. She closed her eyes and sighed. She could feel the familiar ache in her body.

(It was just a dream. Ugh....I need a shower. Goddess, I don't know how I'll be able to sit across from him tonight. I am so glad he has no idea that he stars in my dreams. Talk about being mortified.)

She got up and headed to the shower.

* * * * *

Across Town

"Bloody Hell"

Spike sat up in bed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked at the clock----Only 4:45. He grabbed his remote control and turned on his stereo. Leaning back against the pillows, he smiled.

"What a dream"...he could still taste her.

His cock was so hard. She had seemed so real this time. He let his hand drift down. He pictured her face as she had looked when she came.

"Willow!" He cried out as he came. He opened his eyes and whispered, "Soon."

* * * * *

The gang was meeting at the Bronze to celebrate living through another week. Willow was early. She hated being early, but she always seemed to be. She sat at a table and watched everyone out dancing. Xander was supposed to pick up Ginny, the latest love of his life, but he should have all ready been there.

(Bet they took a detour out to the cliffs) Willow found her mind drifting off.

She was remembering that dream. She knew was a bit obsessed with Spike, who wouldn't be? She had been having delicious dreams of him for the last few weeks. Since he had been helping them really.

(If I were completely honest, I'd admit that I've been having them since he kidnapped me last year. That was when I realized what Oz and I had was puppy love. I could never see Oz going through the emotions that Spike went through over Drusilla. Since he has been back, he never mentions her. Once, her name came up, and he growled. I decided that I didn't plan to ask what happened. I do envy her. I would give anything for him to love me like that.)

"Boo!'" Willow jerked her head around to be confronted with the laughing gaze of her best friend.

"Buffy! What was that about?" Buffy laughed. "Geez, Will. Where were you? If I'd been a vampire, I could have bitten you."

Willow ignored her question and asked, "Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Well, I met an extremely attractive guy at the track and I have a date with him tomorrow. I also heard from Angel. He is doing great. He wants me to try to come out there to see him some weekend. Cordy even said Hi."

Willow smiled. "Angel huh? And you have a date? Goddess, all that in the few hours since I saw you last?" Buffy sat down and looked at her friend. Something seemed odd.

"What is it Will? What were you thinking about when I came up? Oh, don't be mad about Oz. I know you thought I might hook up with him. He is a good friend and cool to hang with, but not really my type..."

Buffy noticed that Willow was staring off into space. "Ahem....Earth to Willow. Come in Willow..."

"Sorry, Buffy. I took a nap this afternoon and it just seems to have thrown me off. I was listening. It is more than OK that you and Oz are friends. I've heard him mentioning a girl in his history class anyway."

"Cool. So, as I was asking, what the hell world were you in? Come on girl. Give me the dirt."

"Buffy. Itisnothing. Justadream." The last words were mumbled together. The slayer had a tough time figuring out what her friend said.

When she did, her eyes got big, "A Dream? Really? Can we use it in our paper? What was it? Wills, your face is turning the color of your hair! Oh God, you have to tell me. It must be good. Please? This is your best friend begging here....."

Willow laughed and looked around.

(Where the hell is Xander? Buffy is not going to let this go. I can not tell her that I've been fantasizing about Spike. She'd kill me, after getting the details. Oh good, I see Ginny.)

"Hey Buffy, there is Xander. Make room for him and Ginny." Buffy looked up and frowned.

(Just like Xander to ruin the moment.) She studied Willow out of the corner of her eye. (What is going on with her? It must have been one hell of a dream.)

"Hi Xander! Hi Ginny. Sit, Drink, and be Merry!" Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

She had to think of something to tell Buffy. She knew Buffy well enough to know that she would not let this drop. She took a sip of her soda.

(Just what I need. A nosy slayer working on a project about dreams....)

She felt someone at her right elbow. Looking up, she met those beautiful blue eyes.

"Hey Spike! What brings you here?" Buffy asked curiously.

"Felt the need to bond, Slayer." He moved to the stool beside Willow. She was still looking at him.

(That cockiness....that was what was in the dream....)

Willow felt his gaze on her. She was caught staring. Her face turned red....

Spike smiled at Willow, "Surprise Red."

Willow heard the words. Surprise Red. There was no way. It was just a dream. A short, innocent little dream. He was watching her. Amusement in those blue eyes. What to do.

She took a deep breath and smiled. "Hello Spike. How are you tonight?"

(Good girl. No hesitation. Polite but aloof.)

Spike looked her and frowned. (How are you tonight....in that damn tone. Like I'm a bloody five year old. Why the hell am I here? Lettin' me cock do the thinking again. It was just a damn dream. It seemed so real....I've got to get out of here. I feel like killing something.)

Willow watched wide eyed at the emotions playing across Spike's face. First annoyance...then something that almost seemed like lust....then anger.

He got up, knocking his stool back. "Well, slayer, it was a riot. But, I've got places to go....people to kill. You know how it is. Tomorrow, eh? " He smirked, tipped his head at the slayer and left.

Xander laughed. "Well,Wills. I' d venture a guess that Deadboy Jr. didn't feel like answering that question. Ah, too bad. Not like we wanted him here anyway."

Buffy watched as her best friend looked after the departing vampire. (I know that look. Oh...my....God....Willow has a thing for Spike? No...She's just thinking....Hmmm....I think Miss Willow and I are going to have to have a chat tonight) Willow stood abruptly.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I am so tired. I need to go home and get some sleep. You know, take advantage of the quiet time in Sunnydale. Sleep will be good. No dreams though. Dreams are bad." She noticed the others staring at her. "Uh...yeah. See y'all tomorrow. Bye now." She almost ran to the exit.

She knew this weirdness had to be due to lack of sleep. It was the only explanation. She'd seen that look in Buffy's eyes. She did not need to face any questions tonight. Tomorrow, after a good night's sleep. She'd think of something to tell Buffy. Willow walked the rest of the way home lost in her thoughts. She failed to notice the blond vampire following her. When she entered her home, said vampire through down his cigarette.

"Bloody hell. Little witch could have been killed and she never would have noticed. What is going on in that mind of hers?" Spike turned and headed back to his place. He knew she was home safe, so he could relax the rest of the night.

* * * * *

It had been three days. No dreams, or at least I don't remember any. I haven't seen Spike at all. He's been avoiding everyone in the gang since Friday. I wonder what I said? I miss him. Somehow, his presence always reassures me. A few times I've had that feeling....like he was there but every time I looked, it was just shadows. OK This obsession thing is getting a bit annoying. I feel like I'm back in school....wanting the popular guy to notice me or something equally moronic. I mean, why can I dream about him, yet, when he is around, I act like I'm barely tolerating his presence? .....Wait, I can answer that. I can't let anyone know I am feeling anything for him. Hell, he'd laugh his ass off and we can't have that. It is such a nice ass. Buffy and the others would probably think I was possessed. I can just hear Xander now. Goddess, how do I get myself into these messes? He is still in love with Drusilla. He never talks about her. He is always sullen when he is with us. He used to be much more lively. No, that's not it. When he is arguing with Xander or fighting with Buffy, he is the same. Still sarcastic and witty. It's just when he is with me that he is moody. OH GODDESS....he must hate me! That's why he ignores me. And here I am dreaming about him. This is much worse than my crush on Xander. I can't stop thinking about him. When Xander makes one of his rude comments abut Spike, it takes everything not to slug him. I just want to take Spike and hug him.....make him smile....make him happy....No Willow. Bad thoughts. You DO NOT love Spike. You can't love Spike..... * * * * *

Willow had fallen asleep at her computer. She had decided to answer some e-mail before meeting the others. Oz was back, so they had planned a get together to celebrate. Buffy wanted to celebrate everything now. She was doing her best to live for the day in case she didn't survive to see the next. Willow slowly began to dream....... It was beautiful. The sun was high overhead. It appeared to be a garden of some sort. Flowers in a vast array of colors were on both sides of her. A small fountain was in front of her. She moved towards it. The fragrance from the flowers was intoxicating. She moved her hand to the water.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Pet."

Startled, she turned. She stood facing Spike. Her eyes flew to the sun....looked at him.....back to the sun.

"What's wrong Luv? You seem a bit confused." "Umm....sun and vampires....you're not going poof."

At her explanation, Spike started to laugh.

"What is so funny? I've never dreamed about you being in the sun. I always think of you and night. Oh Goddess....you look good in the sunlight."

Realizing what she said, she started to blush."I mean....uhh....where did I see this garden? It's beautiful...."

Spike stopped laughing and smiled. "It's all right luv. You've never had any reason to think of me in the sun. Easy explanation there."

"Well?" Willow asked snappily.

"This one is mine."

"What? You're confusing me. Your what?"

"MY dream."

"Your dream?" Willow asked.

"Yep."

"Not possible. No way. It has to be mine. I feel like I do when I am dreaming."

Spike sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "You are dreaming Luv. It's just...my dream."

"Explain please..." Willow thought.

(this should be good)

"Remember the train?" Spike asked.

Seeing Willow blush, he smirked.

"That was your dream sweets. I got pulled in. Don't ask questions. You wanted me to explain. Listen. This is the estate of a Mr. Thompkins from England. Angelus " he spit the name out, " and I stayed here about 130 years or so ago. I loved it. I spent many an hour in this garden after feeding. I still visit it in my dreams."

He glances at Willow, "NO!" He says firmly.

"What?" Willow asked.

"That look in your eyes. All sweet and dewy cause I confessed to have enjoyed a garden. Don't romanticize it Kitten. I killed Mr. Thompkins...and his entire family. Took great joy in it. Angelus was right proud. Even if this is just a dream, don't forget....I'm a monster."

Willow was rather surprised at his outburst. It made her stop and wonder if this actually was his dream. Until now, she'd decided that it was hers and was playing along. Spike was real. How could she have gotten into his dream? Spike stood watching the emotions flicker over Willow's face. He was sure the same thing had happened to him Friday night...after the Bronze. He had thought about it for hours until deciding that somehow he had been dragged into the witch's dream that afternoon.

"How?" he heard her whisper the words.

He took a drag from his cigarette. "Don't quite know the answer to that one luv. Don't know why either."

He saw her mouth open to ask another question. He took a step towards her. "Hush Red. Just enjoy it." He whispered as his mouth claimed hers.

When Spike's lips touched Willow's, she felt as though she were on fire.

(He's right...Fuck it) She decided.

She moved her hand up and brought his head down to hers...deepening the kiss. His hands moved behind her, pulling her towards him. She could feel his arousal pressing into her. She reached down with her left hand and cupped him through his jeans. She felt herself thrust away from him. She looked into his face. His eyes were filled with passion...his entire body held rigid with desire. She knew she must have a puzzled look on her face.

(What is wrong?)

Spike took a few steps back. "Bloody hell. This is NOT good." He looked up towards the sun in the sky. "HEY! Who ever is causing this? Listen mate....I'm through playing. Ya got that? Leave Spike out of your bizarre little dream scapes. I've got better things to dream about. "

He looked towards Willow. "Sorry luv. Long story. Nothing personal, but I feel like someone is jerking my chain. I hate that. It's not you. I just feel like dreams are personal and I don't want to share mine, even with you. Sometimes, the consequences are more than you could ever dream."

Willow took a deep breath. "I understand. If I were more like Buffy or Cordelia you would be ok. I'm sorry. I was the one that pulled you in. Oh Goddess, I really hope you don't remember this. Quite a laugh huh? The little hacker lusting for the bad ass vamp." Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing penetrated the garden. Willow turned and then vanished. Spike closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Not as funny as the vamp lusting after the hacker, Luv."

Willow woke up and reached for the phone.

"Hullo..."

"Willow?" It was Buffy.

"Yeah. Hi Buffy."

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Yes. Don't worry about it. It was a bad dream."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No. Something stupid. What did you need?"

"Willow....what's wrong? Talk to me."

"Buffy. Forget about it. I all ready have. What did you need?"

"OK. If you need to talk, remember that I'm here for you. Anyway, we are meeting at Giles' place tonight. Research mode. Xander and I found some weird looking scaries last night. We have to figure out what they are doing in Sunnydale. I'll pick you up. Oh, and be ready to talk girly-girl. Bye now." Buffy hung up before Willow could respond.

"Damn!"

* * * * *

Across town

"What?"

"Spike, nice to hear your voice too."

"What do you want Slayer?"

"Did I wake you?"

"Yeah....bad dream.

"I am sorry."

"Slayer....."

"OK...OK... research, tonight, Giles' house. Be there OK?" She paused. "We could use the help."

"I'll be there." Spike hung up the phone.

"Bloody marvelous."

* * * * *

Buffy set the phone down and looked out her window. Something Spike said was nagging at her. Bad dream? Yep, Willow and she definitely had to chat. She picked up her purse and got her keys. She headed out with a million questions in her mind.

**********

Buffy walked into Giles' apartment and noticed red hair in the corner. "Willow," Buffy said sweetly, "I thought I told you I'd pick you up."

Willow looked at her friend and smiled. "I'm sorry. Xander offered me a ride. I guess I forgot."

Buffy noticed how Willow wouldn't meet her eyes. "That's OK Wills, I'll take you home."She promised.

Willow sighed and turned her attention back to the book in front of her. She had literally jumped for joy when Xander had called offering her a ride. She didn't know if she could face Buffy. It was all just a dream, but she still felt mortified.

(It's pretty bad when I can't even throw myself at someone in my own dream. I mean, I'm cute. I don't smell. I am reasonably intelligent. OK, so I'm not that sexy or built, but I'm not bad. What right does that british bleach bum have to refuse me? It was my damn dream after all....)

Buffy had taken a seat at the table. She watched Willow's face and had to smile.

(Boy, she's mad at someone. I wonder if she knows that I can read her face like a book? She is not leaving this place without me tonight. I want to know what's going on. I hate being kept in the dark. Hmm....I still think she has something for Spike. I wonder if that's what she is dreaming about. Naughty naughty Wills...)

Giles glanced up and noticed his slayer studying the hacker. (Wonder what's going on there)

He cleared his throat, "Buffy, it might help if you turned the page."

"Oh yeah...sorry. I was thinking." (Gosh, that's real smart. I wonder how I can figure this one out. )

She heard Giles get up and walk to the door. "Come in Spike."

Buffy watched as Willow hurriedly looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the vampire. Willow turned her body around in the chair, now facing the window, half turning her back to them.

Buffy smiled. (Gotcha!)

Spike stood in the doorway surveying the scene. Xander was propped up on the floor with a book open in front of him. Every time he turned a page, he reached for a handful of chips or a twinkie. Spike also noticed a package of Oreos by the boy's feet. Xander looked up and grunted a greeting. Giles moved passed Spike and took his chair at the table. He had numerous books spread in front of him. Buffy got up from the table and moved to the couch. She kept darting her eyes back and forth from the witch to him. Willow kept busy reading the book in front of her. Spike had seen her look up when he walked in. He'd also seen the look of distaste appear along with a hint of anger. He'd suddenly remembered having the craziest dream about her this afternoon. She turned away from him, her glance frosty.

He looked at Buffy. "Where do you want me Slayer?"

Buffy smiled. "You can sit by me Spikey."

Spike's eyes widened. He saw her glance towards Willow.

(What game are you playing luv?) He moved to the table and took a seat by the watcher.

"Sorry pet. Can't get too close to ya. You might not be able to control yourself. Knowing your history with vamps and all. I'd like to make it through tonight without a stake in me."

Buffy ignored him, still watching her friend. "Willow, you didn't say hi to Spike. I thought you were going to try to be more friendly. Why don't you hand him that book by your feet. He needs something to do."

Willow looked at Buffy in horror.

(How can I ignore him if she won't let me? ) Sighing, Willow picked up the book and took it to Spike.

"Here." She thrust it out to him.

(What the bloody hell is her problem?) "Thanks Red."

He took the book letting his hand touch hers. She gasped and let her grip free. The book fell to the floor. Spike's blues eyes met her gaze. Her eyes were wide open, desire in their depths. (Well, well....what do we have here....)

Willow turned and hurried back to her seat. (I'm going to kill Buffy.)

Buffy watched as Spike sat down, still looking at her friend. She smiled.

"Spike, it helps if you turn the pages." She turned towards Willow.

"Hey Wills. Help me patrol." She got up and pulled Willow after her.

The look on her face was very determined. She wanted answers. (Great. I guess I should just tell her the truth. Maybe she won't laugh too hard.)

Willow followed Buffy to the park. She frowned slightly as her friend led her to a table and forced her to sit.

"TALK! NOW!" Buffy said calmly.

"OK. But promise not to interrupt. You can ask questions when I've finished." Willow took a deep breath, " Here goes.... I've been having these dreams....about Spike. It started a few days ago. Well, not the dreams. THOSE started shortly after he arrived in town. They intensified last year when he kidnapped me. Those were ok dreams. Nice little pieces of fluff. He was a bad ass vamp with an attitude but he was my vamp. But on Friday afternoon I had another kind of dream. He wasn't how he usually is. It just seemed very real. It bothered me a bit. At the Bronze that night, something he said was a direct quote from the dream. It sort of freaked me out. I don't remember any dreams the next few nights, but I might have had some. Anyway, today I had another one. He was rude. He insisted that it was his dream and I shouldn't be there. He didn't want me. That was when you called." Willow stopped and looked at her friend.

Buffy was amazed. "You've been having fluffy dreams about SPIKE???? Since he came to town almost three years ago? Oh Wills....Wow. I'm sorry...Let me have a few moments to digest this."

Buffy got up and started walking back and forth. "Willow, after I called you today, I called Spike. I woke him up. He said he'd had a bad dream. Do you think somehow that you could have been in his dreams?"

Willow sat there stunned. "NO! Oh Goddess, please no. I can never look at him again. Please don't make me. That means if I remember, he must remember. No. I don't believe it. He was probably dreaming that Drusilla was with Angelus or something. He had to have been." Willow stated calmly. She looked into Buffy's eyes, pleading with her friend, "Right?"

**********

"Watcher?"

"Yes Spike?"

The vampire looked around nervously. Xander had left to catch up with Ginny. Buffy and Willow were still patrolling. They had been gone nearing two hours. Spike had been sitting there since they left thinking...reliving the last few days. It started on Friday. He had originally thought that he and Willow had shared that train dream, but her attitude had been indifferent that evening at the Bronze. Since that night, he had dreamed of her at the beach. There had also been THAT dream in New Orleans. She had seemed the same as she had on the train, but not as real. He'd decided that the her in the garden was just some torturer's idea of fun. He'd been abrupt and had said some very nasty things. It was just his dream, after all. Now, after seeing her eyes, he knew better. Somehow, he and the hacker had begun to share their dreams.

He looked at the watcher. (Bloody hell. I really hate having to do this)

He leaned back in his chair. "So Watcher, what can you tell me about dream sharing?"

* * * * *

Buffy sat outside Giles' door listening to Spike explain things to the watcher. Her eyes got wide as she heard some of the details.

(Willow...I think there are a few things you forgot to mention. Wow! Listening to Spike, it would seem as though he cared about her. He never shows it. There are times that he acts like he can barely tolerate her.)

Buffy sat there a moment. (I have caught him watching her before. I wondered about it, but just wrote it off to my imagination. HE'S BEEN FOLLOWING HER? Oh my...Willow has her own guardian. That is so sweet. They would be cute together. He is definitely a hottie, with those blue eyes and that accent. Of course, he is a demon. Oh well, I think I he might be in love with Wills. I know she loves him. I mean, she dreamt about him when she was with Oz. That, for Willow, is practically unfaithful.)

She moved into the shadows as Spike left the apartment. She watched as he disappeared into the night. She noticed he was heading away from his apartment ...in the direction of a certain red haired hacker's place. Buffy smiled. (Those two need to talk and confront each other. Of course, right now, they are content to ignore the attraction and act as though nothing is wrong. Maybe with a little help from their friends....Life is too short to waste.)

"Buffy, perhaps you should come inside. I have just heard the most interesting thing." She looked up at her watcher. He was staring down the street with a puzzled look on his face. (Giles will know what to do. We need to get them alone, together. But how?) She headed into Giles' apartment.

Suddenly she stopped and started to laugh. "Brilliant." She softly exclaimed.

**********

(I wonder if this is the right place? Maybe Buffy got the address wrong.) Willow stood looking at the house sceptically. (Oh well, she said 8:30. I don't want to be late.)

She went to the door and saw a sign posted. Willow go to the basement. (OK. Buffy told me not to ask questions, just follow the directions. Basement? Ugh.)

She went inside and saw signs with arrows along the wall, leading to the basement. She opened the door and started down the stairs. The room was brightly lit. It was almost like Xander's bedroom, but clean. There was a TV, a nice sofa, a refrigerator, even a few books littered a small table. Off to the side, there was an old fashioned canopy bed.

(How pretty) Willow went over and looked. (Silk sheets? Hmm...) She looked around some more wondering where Buffy was. She then saw an envelope on the table.

Willow---do not open until 9:00 pm or else!

Was written on it in Buffy's handwriting. Willow looked at her watch. 8:45. She set the envelope back down. She looked through the books, but her eyes kept going back to the envelope.

(Sometimes I really hate her.) She decided. Just then, she heard the door to the basement open. She looked towards the stairs, expecting to see Buffy.

Instead, she met the bewildered gaze of a certain blond vamp.

"SPIKE?" she squeaked out.

"Red.' He looked around. "Where's the bloody slayer? She said to be here at 8:30. I was running a bit late..." "What else is new?" Willow said.

Spike ignored her." When I got here, there was a note to come down to the basement. What the bloody hell is going on?"

"I don't know. Buffy told me to be here at 8:30 also. I had a note on the door. What was that?"

She and Spike turned toward the stairs. There was loud banging coming from the top of the stairs. Spike was at the top in moments. He pushed on the door, but it wouldn't move. He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. When he opened them, Willow was beside him. She was pounding on the door. He reached to stop her hand. When he touched her, he felt the sparks.

"They locked us in luv." She stared at him wide eyed, hesitant to move her hands. (I'm actually touching him....If he's so cold, how can he make me so hot?)

"Wait, THE LETTER!!!!" She let go and ran down the stairs. She picked up the letter and displayed it proudly. "Buffy left us a letter. I bet she says why she's doing this. There must be some big evil or something..."

Spike watched her, a suspicion growing. "Read us the letter Pet."

Willow opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. Spike watched her as she began to read......

Willow & Spike

Understand now that we love you Wills. This is entirely to help you. You see, I discovered that Spike is having the same dreams.

Willow looked at Spike in curiosity. Spike returned her stare. "Continue Pet"

Giles says there is not an explanation that he can find. It is just that crazy Hellmouth at work, according to him. I would like to think it is fates way of helping you two get together.

"Not bloody likely," Spike growled.

Anyway, whatever it is, you two need to find this out. If ignored, it will eventually lead to much uncomfortableness (Is that a word...Willow wondered) between the gang. There is all ready so much tension I can even feel it. So here is the plan...

"About damn time"

You have plenty food and beverage. There is blood in the fridge for Spike. Willow, there is a bathroom under the stairs. I supplied you with any needed toiletries for the period you will be my guest.

"Her guest? More likely her prisoner." Willow muttered.

We have boarded up the door to the basement. There are no windows, and I checked today to make sure there were no streams of sunlight. The TV works. No phone. You'd better hope I don't get killed on patrol tonight. You might be stuck. ha ha. Anyway, I will be there tomorrow night at 9pm to let you out. There better be lots of progress made or else! Oh, Xander says that if you really love Deadboy JR, he guesses he can accept it. I had to smack him cause he said Spike was at least less broody than Angel.

Willow heard Spike snickering.

He also said that he put a deck of cards in the top dresser drawer with a box of twinkies. Now, have fun. Be careful. Talk..talk...talk. I want details tomorrow! Tell Spike to stop grumbling and just deal with the fact that I got him this time.

Willow stopped reading and started to blush.

"What is is Pet?" She started to put the letter back in the envelope. Spike reached over and wrestled it away from her. He read....

PS(Willow DO NOT read this aloud)

Willow----I put some sexy lingerie in the drawer for you. The first time will hurt a bit, but I think Spike will make it easy for you. At least you know he will be there in the morning! Tell him no biting....unless you want him to. Be careful! Enjoy. The bed is great huh? I got you silk sheets! I know, I am such a great friend. Now listen to Buffy......I want you to be a fallen woman tomorrow. After what y'all were doing in those dreams, reality should be great. You have a good time. Oh....give Spike's ass a squeeze for me 'k? Got to go now. Love you Willow!!!!!! Be naughty!

LOVE BUFFY and Giles and Xander (Oh, Wills, no one else knows about the PS so don't worry.)

Spike looked at Willow. "So....you have something for me from Buffy?" He winked at her.

"There will be none of that Mister "I don't want to share dreams with you" Vampire!" Willow said angrily.

"Luv, you just don't get it. I didn't know it was really you! I've been having dreams about you since I got back in town. I was tired of the dreams! Every time I woke up I would feel sick. You were never beside me where you should have been. Do you know how pathetic I feel? I can't even blame having a soul. I'm one of the most feared demons ever. I'm crazy and very deadly, if I do say so myself. Yet, here I am following a teenager around like some puppy. Dreaming about you every day. I see things that remind me of you and I smile. Being around you makes me happy. Hell, luv, you're slayer's best friend. Do you know I overheard two vampires discussing it? 'Have you seen how he is always there? He's like her damn shadow. THAT is the terrible William the Bloody? Damn sad he has to go and fall for a mortal..'" Spike said in a mimic.

He looked at Willow sadly, "Do you have any idea how that made me feel?" Willow was still trying to accept everything he had said.

She slowly smiled. "Well, I'd guess that you were rather disappointed in yourself. Then, I'm sure you got angry and told them off before you staked their nosy asses." She stated calmly, never letting her gaze wander from his blue eyes.

He smiled a cocky smile. "So, you think it was that easy?" He laughed and went over to her. "You think you know me so well, don't you Red? Why don't you get to know me even better?"

He leaned and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She groaned and moved into his embrace. (Oh Goddess, he really wants me. How long did Buffy say we had?) As the kiss deepened, all thoughts fled from her mind. All she could do was feel the desire spread through her.

He reached his hand down to cup the swell of her breast. Willow whimpered into his mouth. Her hands went to the front of his shirt. She gripped both sides and let it rip. Buttons flew off in all directions.

Spike chuckled, "Anxious luv?"

"The name is Willow...and you have no idea. Now, get back to what you were doing." She ordered him as her hands moved to explore that fantastic chest.

He captured her lips in an eating kiss, his tongue thrusting into the warm sweetness of her mouth. He couldn't believe how hot she was. He slowly started to back her towards the bed. She kept her lips on his, only pulling away to gasp for needed breath. They somehow made it to the bed without falling.

"Luv, are you sure?"

"Yesss. Please."

"You know I'm a demon? I may love you, but one day, I could easily kill someone or do something wicked."

"Spike....I can think of several wicked things you could do to me."

Spike looked her in the eye, "I'm serious Red. If we do this, you will belong to me. ONLY ME. I do not share. I learned that lesson over a hundred years ago. I want you to accept that. I will not do this, no matter how bad I want to, unless you agree. I will not give you up. I will kill anyone who tries to keep us apart. You will be mine for eternity."

Willow pulled away from him, watching his face. "I don't want to be a vampire." She said quietly.

"Hell no!" Spike exclaimed. "Not now. Your soul is what made me love you. I won't take that away. When it comes time, I will change you, but I'll make sure you get your soul back. I promise that."

"WHEN you change me?"

"As I said Luv, eternity. So, what do you think?"

"Oh Goddess.....this is much more serious than I thought it would be."

Spike looked at her,"What? You only want me for my body? Think about it kitten. I'll give you some time. Just know, I WILL not give you up. No moving to another city or any of that bullshit for me. I don't leave what is mine.Take some time now to think about it."

He slowly started to kiss her neck...Nibbling up and down. Willow's mind was racing. She never would have guessed that she, Willow Rosenburg, would be faced with a decision like this. She tried to list pros and cons but soon remembered something Buffy was always saying.

"Willow, you have to make your own life. Do something wild and crazy once in awhile. Take a chance. It usually turns out to be a good thing."

Eternity with Spike? (Oh Goddess...how can I think when his lips are doing that?) She pushed him away.

He looked at her. "Made up your mind Pet?" He watched her hopefully.

He was to the point now where he may very well have to go back on his word. He might have to take her even if she said No. She was his Willow. Willow looked deep into his eyes. She could almost see her soul, it seemed. She weighed it all in her mind and made a decision.

She slowly licked her lips and moved away from Spike."Spike....say my name." "Willow.....my Willow?"

She moved her hand to his hair and began to reply.....

Willow moved her hand down and gently touched Spike's face. He looked into her eyes, desperate for her answer.

"Yours Spike." With those words, Spike's eyes changed.

She was his. Now it was time to claim her. His mouth found hers. His hands expertly removed her shirt. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at her. Her hair was mussed...her lips swollen from his kiss....she laid in front of him wearing a lace bra and jeans. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he unsnapped the buttons on her jeans. He moved down the bed pulling them off with him.

Smiling, he said, "Mine." He crawled back up the bed to her, rubbing his hands softly up her body. He could smell her arousal, the scent intoxicating. His hand moved under her. He unclasped the brasierre and through it on the floor behind him.

"Beautiful" he said simply as his eyes feasted on her naked breasts.

A blush spread across her body. She started to say something but his mouth caught the words. He brought his left hand up to caress her. He slowly kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. His tongue flicked back and forth across their peaks until they were hard and puckered. He then opened his mouth wider, as he kissed and sucked until he heard her breathy little moans. His lips slid lower, and he rained darting, then lingering kisses over her lower abdomen, teasing her...his hands reaching to squeeze her bottom rhythmically. His mouth soon found the juncture of her thighs. He sucked at her through the silky material of her panties. Soon her moisture and the dampness of his mouth mingled, drenching the scrap of silk and filling the air with the heady scent of sex. Within moments, the air rang with her joyful whimpers of pleasure as she convulsed against his cheek. He moved only to remove the barrier of her panties. He then tasted her. It was heaven. She moved her hands to the back of his head, bringing his head down to meet her subtle thrusts. He brought his hand up and slowly entered her. That was all it took. She came loudly, screaming his name. He moved up and pulled her against him, folding her into his arms...covering her with sweet gentle kisses until her breathing returned to normal. His cock strained at the confines of his jeans. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She reached down to touch him, only finding her hand halted by his.

"No, Luv. If you touch me, I'll go. I want our first time together to be sweet and satisfying."

Willow whimpered, "But I want to touch you. I want to see you...I want to feel you. Please?"

At her words, Spike felt a rush of pride. She really was his. No sharing. No past memories to get in the way. He got up and reached down, slowly lowering the zipper. He removed the pants and through them away from the bed. He looked in his love's eyes. She was looking him over and smiling.

"Mine" She said, and reached for him.

Spike rejoined her on the bed. "Touch me," he whispered hoarsely.

She moved her hand to touch his hardness. She felt his eyelashes flutter closed against her cheeks as a shudder of pleasure rippled over him at her intimate caress.

(I did that to him. He is being so sweet and taking it slow. I can feel the tension in him. He has such power.)

"Willow..." he sighed her name worshipfully. She opened her mouth to his, and they kissed hungrily, their tongues exploring and mating.

"I can't wait any longer. Are you ready?" he groaned, his hand caressing her.

"Oh yesss..." she cried. He shifted their positions on the bed. Levering himself over her, he caught her gaze. "This will hurt, but only for a moment. I promise."

"Yes," Willow cried, arching up to meet his thrust as he entered her.

There was a slight pain, but she only vaguely felt it. He entered her slowly several times, letting her tightness expand to fit his size. He went up on his knees as he surged again, pulling her with him. Her back arched away from him as she braced herself on her palms. Shivers of pleasure raced along her nerve endings as he lowered his lips to her upturned breasts and sucked them, his hands on her hips continuing to pull her to his hard, deep thrusts. One hand surged into her hair, pulling her torso up against his. He withdrew slowly, almost completely, then entered her with a quick succession of thrusts. She bit into his shoulder and screamed with the shock of pure pleasure that rocked her. His game face appeared at her cry of pleasure. His mouth went to her neck. He slowly bit into her, sucking gently as he throbbed to climax. They clung to each other, damp and slick.....breathless. When the final tremors of passion ebbed, they collapsed in an embrace of limp satisfaction.

"Wow." Willow said as he pulled her body against his.

"Yeah, wow." Spike repeated shakily.

**********

Buffy removed the boards from the door. (Damn Giles. Making me do this.)

Her watcher had been unaware of the extent that her plan had taken. He had freaked when he heard she had boarded Spike and Willow in the basement. He had insisted that she go over right after patrol and let them go. She opened the door to the basement. She had to face the music and let them know they were free. She started down the stairs, surprised to see the lights still on. When she got nearer the bottom, her eyes took in the clothes scattered around the room. Slowly she began to smile. She looked right at the bed. There, Willow lay in Spike's embrace. Her eyes met the blue gaze of the vampire. He was watching her quietly.

When she moved closer, she heard him growl. She stopped. "Good night slayer." a voice said threateningly.

Slowly she nodded. "Good night" she whispered as she went back up the stairs.

"Thanks..." a voice called to her. She didn't turn around.

"Oh, and sweet dreams." She smiled, rather proud of herself.

She couldn't wait to talk to Willow. Somehow, though, she suspected it may be awhile. She slowly closed the door and headed home.

Downstairs

Spike kissed the back of Willow's neck and pulled her tighter into his embrace.

"Sleep well Luv" he whispered into her hair before closing his eyes.
 

~Part: 2~ The Morning After

Willow looked around surprised. She was in the stacks of the old high school library. She could almost smell the books. She wandered the aisle until she reached the middle. That was when she saw him. He was sitting on one of the tables. He was wearing those tight, faded black jeans...no shirt. Willow studied him for a moment, completely oblivious to everything else in the room. She had been amazed at how tender and gentle he had been. It had been unbelievable, all three times. She hadn't even minded when he had bitten her. In fact, it had heightened her pleasure.

(He's mine...) she thought, still a bit disbelieving.

She was startled when she heard him chuckling. It was then she noticed that he was not alone. A feeling of dread and despair filled her when she saw who was talking to so animatingly.

(NO!) she cried silently, turning to rush back into the stacks. Willow woke up gasping for breath. She turned to study the man beside her. He was smiling slightly in his
sleep.

(Oh Goddess.....what did I do?) She got out from under his arm and hurriedly got dressed. She had seen Buffy come in earlier. She hadn't said anything to her friend, content to lay in Spike's arms. She went to the stairs and was relieved to see that Buffy had left the door open. Turning to take one last look at her love, she blinked away tears as she headed up the stairs.

Spike woke slowly. He was in a state of shock.

(That dream...unbelievable. Wait until I tell Willow....) He suddenly noticed that Willow wasn't beside him. His anxious gaze swept the room. He couldn't smell her. A thin ray of light came in from the top of the stairs. Anger and confusion replaced the anxiety. She had left him.

**********

When Willow had gotten home, she had pulled off her clothes and collapsed on her bed. She didn't know what to think. She wondered if she should have stayed. She really did love Spike, but seeing that dream had bothered her. She felt betrayed. She drifted off to sleep. Something was tickling her nose. She opened her eyes and came face to face with a stuffed cat. Shrieking, she jerked back. A sexy chuckle filled the room.

She looked up into Spike's amused eyes. "What are you doing here?" she squeaked, pulling the covers up.

"You aren't covering anything that I haven't seen, Pet." Willow blushed and gnawed on her lip.

She looked at her loved questioningly. Spike sat down in her desk chair. "You left." he stated quietly."Why?"

Willow looked around the room and was silent for a few moments. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what he would say. She felt frightened and bit curious. She took a deep breath. She had to know why. It might kill her, but she had to know.

"I was in your dream."

Spike's gaze narrowed. "What dream would that be luv?"

Willow felt tears forming in her eyes. "Why? I thought you loved me? You said you loved me!"

Spike moved towards her. "I do love you. Why the bloody hell can't you believe me?" He reached for her.

She moved to the other side of the bed, away from him.

"You were dreaming about HER!"

She spat out. "We made love...THREE times and yet you were dreaming about her!"

Realization dawned in Spike's eyes. "The library..."he muttered.

Willow nodded, tears freely falling. "Why her? Why Drusilla?" she asked quietly.

Spike sat on the bed. He took Willow's hand in his. "It isn't what it seems Kitten. Sit down....I'll tell you. It rather difficult to talk about, but you have to know the whole story. Last year, when I left here, I went back to Dru in Brazil. You have to know now that I love her. I always have and, despite the love I feel for you, I always will. As I told you, eternity. I do hope you understand that luv. You have nothing to fear though. I am with you. I belong with you. After I got back with Dru, I realized things weren't quite the same. She couldn't really trust me. I discovered that I still loved her, but I wasn't IN love with her any more. In the years since Prague, I had become almost like her father....watching out for her...feeding her...taking care of her. It wasn't like it used to be. After the hell Angelus brought, it never could be." He turned and propped himself up on some pillows.

Closing his eyes, he continued, "I took her away from Brazil. We went to France. Dru always liked the taste of French food. While in Paris, I ran into an old acquaintance. Nicolas had run with us back in the day. He is gentle sort of chap, very patient. Not like me at all. He also used to be very enamored with Dru. To make a long story short, Dru stayed with Nic in Paris while I came back to Sunnydale. She is very happy. Nic plays with those damn dolls and takes her out to fancy parties. He doesn't mind her little lapses into looniness. She will always have my love and I tell you now, if she ever needs me, I'll be there before she can finish asking. But she is my past. YOU are my future."

Willow listened in silence. She still felt a weight on her soul. "If she's the past, Spike, why were you dreaming about her?"

Spike brought his hand to Willow's cheek. He laughed softly. "Pet, I wasn't dreaming about her. She brought me there....Hell, she brought US there."

"She brought US there?" Willow asked.

"I didn't know you had come in. I was planning to tell you about it this morning, but someone lost their confidence and overreacted..."He said smiling.

Willow punched his arm. "Tell me now!" Spike laughed, glad to see her spirit returning slowly.

"It was all Dru. The dreams....everything."

"WHAT?"

"I was as surprised as you. It seems that Nic heard from a friend about my um...interest in you. Dru heard about it. She told me that she still loves me, but is very happy with her new "daddy". She wanted me to have the same happiness. So, she and Nic found some ancient spell and she decided to use it. It only worked if both parties were all ready in love, so she didn't think it would hurt. We were to dream of each other until our love was consummated. Then, no more dreams."

Willow was sitting there in shock. Dru had been the cause of her happiness?

She looked at Spike and said, "No more dreams?"

He slowly nodded. "What was the library?" Spike took her into his arms, she laid her head on his chest. "Dru wanted to meet the mortal who stole her Spike's heart."

He kissed the top of her head. "I also think she wanted to gloat a bit. She could feel when the spell had been consummated. She brought us into her dream to tell us everything and, in a way, give her blessing. SHE chose the library. She told me she thought you would be more comfortable in a familiar setting. She also said she liked the smell of the books. She still wants to meet you luv. She told me Miss Edith approves of you, that she said you would be a great match for me."

Willow slowly ran her hand down his chest. "I feel very foolish. I was jealous." She suddenly laughed.

"Do you realize that Buffy and Drusilla set us up? How odd is that? I don't think I'll tell Buffy. She feels so proud thinking she did it all. I'd hate to hurt her."

Spike caressed her abdomen....moving up to her breast. "Let the slayer take the credit. Just don't let Dru find out. She hates the Slayer passionately. Nic has calmed her down a bit, but she would really go nutso if she knew the slayer was taking the credit."

"Hmm.....I can keep a secret. Do you forgive me?"

Spike looked into her eyes. "This time. Next time, you stay. Eternity, remember? I don't want to wake up without you beside me again. Enough talking. I can think of so much more we could be doing, can't you?" His lips caught hers in a bruising kiss.

"Yes, Spike" She whispered.
 

~Part: 3~ That Night

"I want to taste you."

Spike almost didn't hear the words. He turned to look at the woman beside him. She looked beautiful in the soft light of the candles. A light blush was covering her skin.

"Red, how can you blush after what we've done?"

Willow looked at him, choosing to ignore his question. "I want to taste you. You always do everything. How am I supposed to learn if you never let me do anything?" Her lower lip went out in a pout.

Spike smiled. This was the shy, quiet hacker? He couldn't believe that it was only yesterday they had been locked in the basement. He hated to admit it, but he owed the slayer. He hardened as her tongue slowly licked her lips.

"Luv, you don't need to ask. I don't intend to. You need to learn to take what you want."

That was all she needed. She was on him in an instant. He looked down at her in amusement. She was looking at his erection as though it were a museum exhibit. He could all ready smell her arousal.

"I've always wanted to do this..." she muttered.

She placed one finger on the tip of his cock and rubbed the drops of pre-cum around the head. She looked up as she heard Spike moan. She smiled at the sense of power she felt go through her.

(I did that to him,) she thought She flicked the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue and watched him shiver. Slowly, she sucked him into her mouth. Spike gripped the sheets beside him as he felt himself engulfed in the hot wetness of her mouth. He was trying to keep his control. He had to remember that this was Willow. He was trying to go slow and easy. He tended to enjoy it rough and hard, but she could get hurt so easily. He started to lightly thrust into her mouth. Willow continued to move her mouth, alternately sucking and licking. Her hands snaked around, lightly caressing his ass.

(Blimey....where did she learn that....) He felt his control slip. He reached down and grabbed hold of her head. He started thrusting deeper. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate his thrusts. When he felt like he was about to come, he pulled out. Willow, sensing he was near, pulled him back into her mouth, swallowing as he climaxed. He fell back on the bed shaking from what he had just felt.

Willow licked him clean and moved up the bed to him. She kissed him deeply and said sleepily, "You taste delicious, lover." She put her head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

Spike shook his head in amazement. He wondered what the new day would bring. She was so eager. He pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes.
 

~Part: 4~ A Chat

Willow lay awake staring at the ceiling. Spike's arm was around her waist, his right hand cupping her breast. He was asleep. She couldn't believe everything that had happened since Wednesday. It was amazing. She was feeling rather sleepy and new she should catch a few hours while she could. She HAD to make it to her classes today. She had cut them all yesterday. She and Spike were supposed to meet Buffy and Xander at the Bronze tonight. They were curious to know what was happening between her and the blond vamp. She, herself, was a bit curious. He had been surprisingly gentle, yet she could feel the turmoil he was going through. He had almost lost his control last night. She could feel a blush coming as she remembered how.

(I guess I'm just a hussy...) She yawned and snuggled closer to her lover, letting sleep take her.

**********

(What....Where? The library. OH NO! Drusilla....) Willow took a few deep breaths. She had forgotten that the vampiress had told Spike she wanted to meet Willow. She slowly walked to the center of the room. Spike was not there. She heard a rustling sound behind her and turned. It was Drusilla.

(Goddess, she's beautiful.) Dru was wearing an old fashioned gown and had a quizzical look in her eyes. Willow edged away from her, frightened.

"I don't bite...." a soft voice said. "Well, that is, I've all ready eaten and this is just a dream." Drusilla laughed lightly.

"Come, sit down beside me. We have much to talk about." Willow looked in the vampire's eyes, surprised to see them soften.

(She almost appears sane...) She took step forward and Drusilla smiled brightly. "Yes, sit with me."

Willow took a seat across the table from her, still a bit on edge.

Dru, sensing her fear, remarked casually, "He's quite a lover isn't he?" Willow could feel the blush start. Dru leaned forward, watching the color spread across the girl's face.

She smiled. "I knew you were the one. Miss Edith told me that it was the red head."

Willow was unsure what to say, so she spoke from her heart, "Thank you for ....well, the dreams ... Spike...and everything." Dru studied her.

"I like you. Let me tell you about the party I went to yesterday......"

The women conversed for what seemed like hours. Willow completely forgot that Drusilla was not only a vampire but the love of her lover's afterlife.

(She seems so happy. Not psychotic at all...Well, not often. If she talks about the wind conversing with her again, I may change that opinion..)

Drusilla stood and took Willow's hand in hers. She stared into her eyes. "I really do like you. You're fun. Because of that, I must warn you. Never forget who Spike is." Willow watched as Dru's eyes took on a faraway look, remembering.

"He can be so tender and wonderful....then he can be so cruel. He started out sweet with me. It was mostly to make Angelus jealous, in the beginning. After Angelus left, I discovered that Spike was just like him, in a lot of ways. He loves to play games...he likes to naughty things too....you all ready know that. He hasn't been bad to you yet...I can sense that... he loved to make me cry when he felt hurt...he'd try to hurt me too. His demon is very strong. Just know, if he hurts you, it is out of love. He does love you." Willow sat back absorbing what she had heard.

(Dru seems convinced that he will end up hurting me someway. Oh Goddess, what if she is right?) Dru watched the emotions flicker over the teenager's face.

"Willow....be happy. He belongs to you. Just don't hurt him and you will be fine. I have to go now. It was such fun talking with you. I shall have Spike bring you to France so we can go shopping. I'll buy you such pretty dresses." Drusilla leaned over and kissed Willow's cheek. "Be good to him." She said before she disappeared. Willow woke up.

(I'm hungry....) She snuck out of Spike's embrace and left the room. She hadn't eaten since the previous afternoon. She also wanted time to consider what Drusilla had told her.
 

~Part: 5~ House Arrest

pike woke to find the bed empty. His demon emerged as he looked around the room and saw no sign of Willow. The door was open slightly, letting in a thin ray of sunlight. He got out of bed and looked at the clock. It was early morning. He noticed that a blanket was tacked up over the window. A piece of paper was on the table by the bed.

SPIKE-----
I didn't want to wake you. I had to go to class. I'll be back this afternoon. Oh, Buffy wants me to help her pick out a dress to wear to Brian's party, so I might be in late. Remember: the Bronze-tonight.
Love, Willow

She didn't want to wake him? He crumpled the piece of paper and through it across the room. (I told her that I never wanted to wake up without her again. Did she think I was just talking to hear myself talk? School----she had to go to school.)

He took a few moments to calm himself. (Fuck) He went over and kicked the trash can across the room. He then started to pace back and forth in the small room, oblivious to his nudeness. She was his, not Buffy's. She would do nicely to remember that. He would just have to remind her....he sat back down on the bed and picked up the remote. He had to do something until she came back.

(What the bloody hell can I do?) Spike realized now why he slept during the day. There was nothing on the damn tele during the day. Those weepy soap operas...written for kids. In the day, they had been better. Dru had been addicted to one back in the 60s. He tried, but couldn't remember the name. She had thought the male lead had looked like "her" Angelus. Spike's lips turned into a sneer thinking about his sire.

(At least I don't have to worry about Willow comparing me to that poof. I will be her one and only lover.) He got up and started to look around the room. It was the first time he had been there alone. He studied the photos that were lined up neatly on the shelf. Red, the slayer and that moron.

(Slayer standing in front of my girl...hogging the attention as always...what the hell did Angelus ever see in her?)

Red as a child (she was even cute back then)

The moron again (what does she see in him?)

The wolf and Red at prom. (She was beautiful).

He went to her desk and opened the drawers. (What's this?) He pulled out a stack of thin journals. (Her diary.)

He debated reading them, but decided to put them back. As he reached to do so, the one on top slid to the ground. A piece of folded paper fell out of it. Spike leaned over and casually opened it. It was a sketch. A sketch of HIS Willow- nude. His hand started to shake in anger. He recognized the work of the artist. It had been drawn by Angelus.

Spike let the books fall from his hand. He got up and stood there, seething in anger. Angelus....again. He went to the shelf and picked up a photo of Willow. He stare at the picture trying to gather his thoughts. Angelus had drawn HIS mate nude. She hadn't been his mate at the time, but regardless, that bastard had seen her body. She had let him see her body. Spike threw the picture on the floor as hard as he could. The sound of breaking glass filled his ears. Blindly, he went and threw the other pictures on the floor. He then moved around the room kicking and breaking anything in his path. He was quite angry. He had let the demon take control. He had given his heart to her and this was how she repaid him. She must have been laughing the whole time.

(See Spike love me....see Spike obey me...That Bitch!) Spike finally took a moment to stop and think. When he calmed down, he decided that it didn't make sense. She had been a virgin. He could attest to that. She wasn't manipulative or deceitful. It wasn't in her nature. There had to be an explanation. Scowling, he looked around the room at the destruction he had caused. His eyes fell to the diaries laying beside the desk. They would be able to give him an answer. He needed to know before he saw her. In the state he was in, he would do whatever it took to show her that she was his and that he possessed her, body and soul. He didn't want to endanger their fledgling relationship by showing her that side of him yet. He moved over and picked up the diaries. It was the only way. He went back to the bed and sat down, ready to find out what the hell had happened between his love and that bastard.

**********

Willow was exhausted. She didn't know how she had made it through class without dropping. Now, she was waiting for Buffy. All she wanted to do was go back to her place and crawl under the covers with her boyfriend.

She frowned. (Boyfriend? That word didn't really fit Spike. He was definitely not a boy. My lover? )The words sent a shiver down her spine. She still remembered Drusilla's words. (I wonder if he will change like she said. I wonder if I would even care.)

She thought back over the last few months. She had seen him at his worst times. He could be particularly cruel when fighting. He seemed to enjoy it. His caustic comments could sting all the way down into your heart. Yet, he could smile once and you'd swear that your heart was going to stop. He was careful and gentle. He was such a contradiction. She wondered if she had seen the true Spike yet. Somehow, she felt in her heart, that she had not. She smiled. She'd love him regardless, she decided. I hope he feels comfortable enough soon to show me the whole man....

"What are you smiling about...as if I didn't know? Blond hair...blue eyes...fabulous cheekbones....nice, firm ass...."

"Buffy!" Willow looked up at her friend and smiled.

"Don't talk about his ass! It's mine. Now, lets go get you a dress."

"Oh...really? Yours? Quite possessive aren't we Wills?" Buffy kidded her friend. Suddenly she stopped and whined, "You mean, I can't even look?" Willow laughed and pulled her friend to the parking lot.

**********

Willow arrived home as the sun was setting. It had taken Buffy three hours to find the "Perfect Dress" for the party. It was much later than she had expected to get back. (I hope Spike is still here.)

She opened her door and stared into darkness. Her room was pitch black. Curiously, she stepped forward. She felt the door close behind her and found herself pushed back against it. Lips found hers in the darkness.

(Spike) she recognized. She let the fear leave her body. His kiss was demanding, almost punishing. She felt herself growing wet. His hands moved her arms into a position above her head. His left hand held her wrists in a painful grip. His right hand moved down her body to the front of her shirt. She heard the material rip as he pulled it away from her. Her bra soon followed. His hand was on her breasts, kneading and scratching at them. She was almost relieved when his hand moved lower. He pushed her shorts down her body, his mouth never leaving hers. His left knew touched her core as he brought is leg up and pushed the shorts to the floor. Willow was having to try to gasp for air around his seeking tongue. She pulled back, hitting her head into the door as he ripped her panties from her. His fingers entered her, pushing deep. The scent of her arousal filled the air. He moved his lips from hers and began nipping across her face, making his way to her neck. His right hand went to her ass. He lifted her a bit and then entered her. His mouth bit into her neck, sucking and licking at the wound. He pounded into her relentlessly. His hand moved back to her breasts, claiming them. Willow felt herself start to move to meet his thrusts. His left hand still held her wrists above her head. They came together as his mouth once again caught hers in a possessive kiss.

"Mine!" he said before letting her go and walking away.

Willow slowly slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor. She was trying to figure out what had just happened. The room was so dark. She couldn't see him.

"Spike?" her voice was husky and questioning.

"You know Luv. I found the most interesting thing today. I tried to get some answers, but couldn't find one. So, why don't you tell me about it."

Willow slowly nodded, knowing he could see her very well in the darkness. "What?"

"I found the sketch pet. You know...the sketch of you nude. The damn sketch that was drawn by that bastard of a sire of mine. That sketch luv."

"Oh Goddess....no."

"Yes."

Willow pulled her knees up to her chest, her arms going around them. "Please....." Willow pleaded.

"Tell. Me. About. That. Sketch." Spike demanded, anger enunciating each word.

Willow took several deep breaths. She was now glad that the room was dark. "Promise me that you will never repeat what I am about to tell you." She quietly demanded.

"I don't think you are in any position to force me to make a promise." Spike said cockily. "PROMISE!" "Yeah...sure pet. I won't air your dirty laundry."

He lit a cigarette. Willow closed her eyes and began, "I had forgotten most of it. It took awhile, but eventually I was able to sleep at night. You know about Angel and Buffy. After Angelus was back, he tried to kill me. I could feel him watching me all the time. You know, ultimate revenge for Buffy: Kill her best friend and make sure she knows it is her fault. That is how it started. I was scared. I couldn't tell Buffy. She had so much to worry about. After Miss Calendar, I realized that I was going to die. I actually came to terms with that. I couldn't really fight him...he was Angelus. It was after this that things changed. He was still always there, but it was different. He started leaving me things... presents... outside my window. He killed a vampire that had be cornered in the cemetery. I didn't know what kind of game he was playing. He ...ummm...trapped me one night in an alley. He wanted to talk. He told me that I was his...that he had claimed me. He wanted the slayer dead, and me by his side for eternity." Willow paused a moment.

Spike could feel the anger engulf him, anger at the idea of HIS Willow and that bloody bastard. He needed to hear the rest. He could feel his anger towards Willow going away with each word she spoke. He waited for her to continue.

"I realized that he had been playing with me. Before he left, he told me something. He said for me to seriously think about Miss Calendar. He knew she was trying to restore his soul, but that hadn't been why she had died. She had been a present...for me. Something to prove his devotion."

Willow felt the tears silently falling down her face. "It was then I knew I had to restore his soul. It was so selfish. It was never for Buffy. It was to save my life. As long he looked like Angel, she would never have been able to kill him. Besides, Angel wasn't the one who was doing it. It was all Angelus. So, I did what I needed to. The irony is that had it been you, I don't think I could have said No, even back then. The sketch had been one of the presents he had left for me. Something to make sure I knew how vulnerable I was...To remind me that he could claim me at anytime. Anyway, you know that he was sent to hell after his soul was returned. When he came back, he was Angel. He remembered all of it. I forgave him but made him promise to not to tell anyone, just to forget it had ever happened. Is that enough?"

"Why did you keep the sketch?" Willow felt embarrassment fill her. "It was the first time anyone found me desirable. The sketch showed me looking beautiful. I couldn't forget that, no matter how I tried." she whispered.

Spike reached over and turned on the lamp. Willow shielded her eyes as the room was bathed in light. She felt as though she had been through an emotional ringer. As her eyes became adjusted to the light, she noticed broken glass by her feet. Puzzled, she looked more closely. It was one of her photographs. She then noticed the rest of the room. Shock filled her. It looked as though a small tornado had torn through. (Or a pissed of vampire)

Shakily she stood surveying the damage. Her eyes immediately sought out her computer. It was in one piece. She looked to find Spike watching her carefully. Her expression showed sadness and acceptance.

Then, she caught sight of her diaries laying open on her bed. Spike followed her gaze. "I tried to find the answer. I was hoping to find something." He explained.

"You read my diaries?" She whispered.

"I was bored. I had all these thoughts of you and that bastard. I had to know I was wrong." He defended his actions.

"That's all you care about! That you were first. That I belong to only you! Those are my private thoughts and feelings. Fuck, Spike. I could accept that you wrecked my room. You are a demon. I can even accept the need to possess me. You did feel threatened. But you had NO right to read my diaries! "

Spike looked at her. Her lips were swollen, the bottom one bleeding just a bit. Her shirt was torn down the middle, barely hanging around her. Her breasts had scratches and bites. Her arms and wrists were all ready bruising. He could see his mark on her neck. (She is mine.) He felt a wave disgust at his treatment of her. She stood there radiating an anger that completely justified, and all he could think about was taking her and claiming her again.

"Get dressed and get out." The words were calmly spoken.

Spike looked at her in surprise. His eyes reflecting pain and remorse. "I'm sorry Pet. I overreacted."

"Get. Out . Of . My. House." Willow turned and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Spike couldn't move. He felt an ache shoot through his body. (NO! I can't lose her! What have I done?) He got dressed and started to leave. He had to give her time. Time to let her realize that he had only been mad because he loved her so much he hadn't wanted to share. He wasn't good enough for her. She deserved so much better. (I won't lose her) He heard her through the bathroom door. She was crying. He went to the phone and took an unnecessary breath. He dialed the number.

"Hello"

"Willow needs you. NOW!"

He hung up the phone and took one last regretful look around the room.

"I'm sorry Willow." He whispered and then left.

**********

Buffy put the phone down carefully. She grabbed her purse and left to go to her best friend. Her mind wondering what had happened.
 

~Part: 6~ Thoughts

It has been three days. I didn't think he would actually leave. I was so surprised to see Buffy show up. She told me he had called her. Even after what I had said, he was thinking about me. Caring. I realize now that he couldn't control his actions. He had tried to find answers without making me tell him. He had feared his position in my life and had had to claim me. I found out that it is a vampire thing. He considered me his mate and acted as such. He got so lost in the need that he forgot I was human.

When Buffy saw the room and the bruises, she had wanted to go stake him. It had taken every last bit of strength I had to prevent this. I reminded her that he was vampire. That he was violent and rough. I couldn't tell her what the fight was about. I love her too much to make her live with that knowledge. I just told her he had read something about Xander and Oz that I had written and was jealous. That part at least was the truth. She accepted my explanation.

I convinced her when I told her that I had enjoyed the sex. I did. It was exciting. It was as though I were finally shown what he wanted. I haven't seen him for three days. I feel a little lost. I am ashamed at how I reacted. He follows me....at night. I feel him watching me. He blames himself. Buffy told me that. She said that he thinks I deserve better. He is scared he will kill me. I have that fear, but I know he won't. He can't. I am his as he is mine. I know his pride will prevent him from coming to me. He feels guilt, but because of the demon, he also feels that it was his right as my mate. He can't overlook that.

I see him standing by a tree outside my window. He is so perfect. I do love him. Even his temper and his jealousy. It is all things, good and bad, that make him the man I love. I need him. I want him. ...Three days is long enough. I need to talk to Buffy. I need some help. I am going to have to make the first move. He has seen me watching him. He smiles a wistful smile and turns away. It takes every bit of strength I have not to call out to him. Not to beg him to come back into my life...my bed. No, not that way. I need him to ask me back. I'll call Buffy in the morning...I'm all ready thinking about a plan.

Willow went to her bed and closed her eyes, a smile forming on her lips for the first time in three days.
 

~Part: 7~ Forgiveness

Willow looked around the apartment in interest. It was surprisingly neat. A wide selection of movies were shelved by the huge entertainment center. CDs were stacked all around.

(Guess I know what he does during the day) Heavy curtains covered every window. The decor was eclectic. A wide variety of colors and fabrics. It was actually rather homey. She went into the bedroom.

(Wow.) A king size bed dominated the room. A comforter lay on top. The room was primarily dark: blues...greens...maroon. No black.

(I thought all vampires liked black.) She went to look at the sheets. (Ah...there it is. Black satin. Should have know.)

She went over and began looking through the drawers and closet. (If he has so many clothes why does he always wear the same thing?) She leaned into the closet, inhaling his scent from the shirts. A feeling of arousal swept through her. (Oh Goddess, this is bad. How can I go through with this when just his scent drives me mad?)

She looked at her watch. She had to hurry. Buffy promised to keep him busy for her, but she knew he would leave before long. He would go to her house, as he did every night, to see if she was home safe. She shivered a bit when she imagined his reaction to finding her gone.

(None of that Willow. Tonight is your night. Time to re-claim what is yours.) She smiled. She started to hum the theme from mission:impossible as she got to work. (Spike is in for one hell of surprise...)

**********

Spike entered his apartment and stopped. He slowly shook his head. He had thought for a moment that he could smell Willow. He had been by her house, but it was dark. He hadn't been able to feel her. He knew he should have called her...spoken to her, but he couldn't. He knew he had been wrong to forget that she was mortal, but he wouldn't apologize for his actions.

(She knew I was a damn vampire before she ever slept me. She should have known what she was getting into. All I did was stake my claim.)

He scowled and headed to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. He went straight to the bed and fell on top of it. He didn't want to think any more. He never noticed the slight figure watching him from the corner.

Willow moved quietly towards the bed. Her gaze roamed over her lover's body. It still shook her a bit that he didn't breathe.

(Mine.) She couldn't understand the depth of these feelings. It had been less than two weeks since their first dream. Drusilla had told her that it had not been a love spell, as in it would not force them to do anything that went against their true emotions. Willow had believed her, but there was something weird going on. The intensity of her emotions was new. She had felt almost crazy over the four days she had been away from him. Now that she was him again, she felt peace enter her. She pulled his arms up to the top of the bed, securing them with the scarf she had tied there. She even double knotted them, though she knew if he truly wanted, he could break the bond easily. She would have to do her best to ensure that he wouldn't want to do that. She leaned close to his face and placed small kisses over it. When she felt him begin to stir, she let her lips meet his in a desperate kiss. Her green eyes looked into his.

"Wakey wakey Spike....Willow wants to play."

Spike was wide awake. He couldn't believe it. He was proud of her. She was finally taking what she wanted, namely him. He felt his hands bound at the top of the bed. He knew what courage it had taken her to do this. He watched his Willow and decided to see what she had planned next. He flashed her an encouraging smile. Willow hurriedly shed her clothes. She leaned over Spike and kissed him roughly. She noticed his arousal and smiled bewitchingly. She straddled him, keeping herself poised slightly above his erection. She leaned over him and captured on of his nipples in her teeth. She sucked and bit at him, rubbing at his erection as she moved. She moved her mouth up to his neck. She bit into him as she thrust down onto his erection. He thrust up, soon matching her rhythm. Her fingernails scratched at his arms....his chest...his face. The feeling of her blunt teeth in his skin and the feeling of her tongue lapping at his blood sent him over the edge. He pulled at his bonds. He could hear material rip. Within seconds, he had reversed their positions. He pushed into her deeply. She was moaning and whimpering at each thrust, matching them. He was so close. He moved to her neck and bit. It sent them both over the edge. He came with a growl....she screamed out his name. He collapsed on top of
her, surprised by the intensity of their orgasm. He gently licked at the wound on her neck. He felt her hand under his chin, lifting his head to meet her satisfied gaze.

She looked over possessively. "Forgiven." she stated calmly.

He smiled, "Forgiven." He repeated before claiming her mouth.
 

~Part: 8~ Friends

Willow was amazed. It had been two weeks since their disagreement, and they were going strong. Buffy was the only person who knew that they were lovers. Giles and Xander just thought they were good friends, due to the dreams and all. Willow honestly didn't know they others would react. When Buffy had locked them in the basement, Xander had been cool. He had made some comment to Buffy even about Spike being better than Angel. Willow found out soon enough though that he would not take the idea of her and Spike well. She just wanted to protect him. She knew he had to know. They planned to tell everyone the news that night. Giles would accept it. Oz would be fine, as long as Willow was happy, he was happy. Xander was the problem. He hated Angel so much. At least he was able to tolerate Spike's help. Somehow Willow knew that he would react very badly when he found out that she and Spike were lovers.

Thinking about Spike brought a smile to her face. The last two weeks had been wonderful. They had spent time learning about each other. They spent hours on the weekend just talking. She now understood a lot more about the relationship Spike had had with Angelus. His hatred was justified. She had also learned alot about the ways of vampires. She blushed a bit when she remembered some of the stories Spike had told her. He was a great storyteller. He loved to talk. She loved to listen. Buffy was amazed at how Spike treated Willow. She often said he was more careful with her than he had been with Drusilla. Willow had caught a glimpse of something in her friend's eyes one night when the slayer had been over. It was sad and almost jealous. Willow knew that her friend was envious that she could have Spike, yet Buffy could never have Angel. Those two had separated on good terms, but Willow knew Buffy still loved him. She was sure Angel felt the same way.

She felt cold lips on her neck. "Hello luv."

She moved her head, kissing her lover.

"Is it time to go so soon?" She asked.

"Yep. I need time to grab a bite to eat on the way. Are you sure you're ready for this pet?"

"No, I'm not. But it has to be done. It will be rather obvious when I move in here next week. We have to tell them." She looked into his eyes.

He was worried about how their reactions would affect her. He knew that she wouldn't leave him. They had been brought together by fate. He was concerned at what might be said. He also knew she feared losing that moron's friendship. He pulled her into his arms, giving her a much needed hug. His eyes turned cold and menacing. (If anyone hurt his Willow, they would have to contend with him. )

"Time to go pet." They left the apartment together, ready to face whatever consequences occurred.

**********

"Hey Wills....Junior" Xander called out as Willow and Spike walked into the room.

Giles glanced up from his book and nodded at the couple. Oz stood and hugged Willow, he hadn't seen her in a week. He heard a growl on his left side. He also picked up a scent coming from the red head. He stepped back and looked from one to the other. Willow smiled shyly at him. He slowly nodded his head and went to take his seat. He settle back ready to watch the fireworks.

Spike new that Oz could smell him on Willow. He was rather surprised when the boy just smiled and took his seat. (Maybe this won't be as bad as we thought) Willow cleared her throat.

"Xander...Giles...I have something extremely important to tell you both." Both men looked at the girl, expectantly. "I need your help."

"Anything Wills. Name it and it's done" Xander said.

"Yes, I agree, Willow. What do you need?"

Willow smiled tightly. "I need y'all to help me move next week." "I'm moving next week and I need you two to help me."

"Willow, of course you can count on us. May I ask, where are you moving?"

Spike moved behind her, encircling her waist with his arm and resting his chin on her shoulder. "That would be with me, mates."

"WHAT?" Xander demanded. "No way. Funny Willow. Ha ha. You almost had me there."

Giles sat looking at the two. He wasn't very surprised. After hearing about their dream sharing, he had honestly been expecting something like this. He smiled at Willow. "Of course I'll help you. Be happy."

Xander couldn't believe his ears. It was true. His Willow and that vampire. What was it about the women in his life and the dead? He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it. He knew that whatever he said would mean either losing or keeping Willow. He looked at Spike.

He seemed to actually have feelings for Willow, Xander grudgingly admitted. "I'll help too Wills."

Willow's face lit up. She rushed into Xander's arms engulfing him in a tight hug. She pulled back when she heard Spike growling. "I love you Xand."

"Me too Wills. Just tell Junior to keep his fangs to himself."

Giles cleared his throat, gaining the others attention. "May I ask Willow if you ever discovered anything about the dreams?"

Spike looked at the watcher. "It was Dru. She cast a spell. A sort of present for me."

"WHAT?" The angry voice of the slayer rang loudly in the small apartment.

Willow turned and found her friend looking at her angrily.

"Dru? The same nutty ass bitch that tried to kill me and you? The one who killed Kendra? That Dru?"

Willow nodded. "She is actually rather nice." she said quietly.

Willow motioned for Spike to stay away. Buffy grabbed her arm. "I can't believe you! I thought you and Spike would jump into bed, get it out of your systems. You both needed to get laid. But nooo, you had to fall in love with him. How? I've been sitting here quietly for two weeks trying to figure it out. Do you know how hard it is to watch my best friend making out with a demon?"

Willow had enough. "Shut up! You are so jealous you can't stand it. What bothers you is the fact that I can have Spike and you can't have Angel. I have listened you for years whining about your love for him. The slayer and the soulful vampire. Like some damn Shakespearean tragedy. This is reality Buffy. It was never the same between you two after he returned from Hell. We all saw it. It was inevitable. I'm sure he will always love you, but he left. He moved on the same as you did."

"I love him. I never stopped." she said.

"Does the name Parker mean anything to you? How about Zak? Alex? Brad? Need I continue? What Spike and I have is real and it eats you up. You hate that I am happy and you are miserable. I don't know when it happened. In the beginning, you were great. What changed?"

"Nothing changed! I never wanted you to stay with him. He is evil. I thought he'd be a good fuck for you, the dreams and all. You were so wrapped up in your dream world, you didn't have time for anything else. Now I find out that you knew Dru caused it. You never told me. Some friend you are. Angel was right."

Willow stood in shock. She was so angry. This was her best friend. She could see the others watching in fascination as the best friends argued. Spike was leaning against the couch, his body taut, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.

Her mind suddenly picked up on something Buffy had said. "Angel was right about what?"

Buffy moved away from Willow. "I spoke to Angel about this after I realized it was forming into a relationship. He told me I should stop it immediately, before anything had happened. Well, it was a bit late for that. He said Spike would hurt you out of spite and hatred for me. He would love you and leave you a broken shell of what you were, were his exact words."

"Shut the fuck up. I wasn't the one always running. I didn't leave when the going got tough. He did. He always does. You should know about that, slayer. He left you just like he left me. Hurts doesn't it, pet?" Buffy turned towards Spike.

"SHUT UP! O, I should have done this months ago." She pulled a stake out and aimed for him.

Xander woke from his stupor in time to grab her before she could do any damage.

"Let me go Xander. If I kill him, things will go back to normal. She'll be our Willow again."

"Buffy...let it go. He loves Willow. It is not an act. Trust me, I'd know." Xander got the stake away from his friend. "She hasn't been our Willow in years. She is her own Willow." Xander looked at his old friend and smiled. "You have to learn to deal with this or you'll lose the new Willow too."

Willow felt Spike embrace her. She didn't know what all had just happened. It was so fast. She couldn't believe Buffy had tried to kill Spike. She couldn't believe the things she had said to Buffy. She had thought them, but never thought she'd actually say them. She looked at her lover. She could tell he was ready to kill something. It had taken a lot of control for him not to have killed Buffy. He had even mentioned his relationship with Angelus, something Willow knew had to be very difficult. He had loved Angelus more deeply and longer than he had loved Dru. She had heard all about that over the last few weeks. He hated Angel because Angel took Angelus away from him. Spike had told her that the Angelus she had known had not been the true Angelus--Spike's Angelus, as she thought of him. That one had been full of hatred for the Slayer and plans of revenge. Spike had hated him more than he had hated Angel. She turned her attention back to the others. Buffy was staring at her coldly. There was no emotion in her eyes at all. Willow knew then that things would never be the same.
 

~Part: 9~ Visitor

It had been a month since the awful confrontation at Giles'. Buffy and Willow had not been able to come to a compromise. Buffy felt that Willow had chosen Spike over her, and resented both of them. Willow still helped out with the slaying, as did Spike.

Xander, amazingly, had taken a liking to the blond vamp. The two would play video games on the weekends during the day. Xander had even adopted a new name for Spike. He was no longer Junior, but Blondie now. Xander often joked with Willow that he was Spike's bodyguard against Buffy when they patrolled.

Willow didn't think her ex-best friend would try to hurt Spike, but you never knew what to expect with Buffy. Willow was thrilled that Buffy was in love. This time it was a guy named Tyler. She had been with him since shortly after her and Willow's fight. After she and Tyler had gotten together, she had been smiling more often. She had even been attempting to be friendly, that last few days.

Willow and Spike were now living together. It had been easier than she thought it would be. She still felt a bit lost when he went out to eat, but she knew she couldn't say anything. He did tell her that he ever killed his victims any more. He just fed and left them. She had been touched that he would change his feeding habits for her. They had settled into a nice comfortable life. They went to the movies, out to eat, she'd even taken him shopping. It was almost normal. The sight of him could still excite her beyond belief. They knew every aspect of each other's lives.

Giles had told her that he thought she and Spike may have been soulmates. She thought that idea very romantic and had to admit that the watched may have had a point. She had even spoken to Dru over the phone several times. The female vampire had somehow sensed when she and Buffy's friendship dissolved and had called immediately. She was still a bit loony, but Nic seemed to be a good influence on her. She had even found a stone that could be used in a permanent soul restoration. She had sent it to Spike with a curse to use for the time that Willow would eventually be vamped. Willow couldn't believe that she had done this. Spike had even been amazed. It had removed a huge weight from both their shoulders. All she had asked in repayment was a visit over the summer. She always asked Willow how her Angel was, and if Spike was being a good boy. She had actually seemed to care.

Willow had received a call from her two evening previously. Dru had told her to be alert. She could sense a change coming. For everyone to make it through this change nicely, she had said that Willow would need to be open and alive. Willow had no idea what she was talking about. Willow was pulled from her thoughts as the doorbell rang.

Smiling, she got up. "Did you forget your key again lover?"

She opened the door and froze.

"Surprise," a voice said silkily. "Invite me in Willow..."

"Angel?" Willow asked in amazement.

The dark haired vampire smiled slowly. "Uh-uh...try again Red."

A feeling of dread ran through her body. "Angelus."

Willow gripped the door tightly.She was about to slam it shut when she noticed laughter in the eyes of the man in front of her. "ANGEL! You rat!"

Angel couldn't control it anymore. He started to laugh. "You should have seen your face Wills. Nice to know Angelus made such a lasting impression on you."

Willow went forward and hit the vampire on the arm.

He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I've missed you Kid."

Willow pulled back and looked into his chocolate eyes. "Me too, old man. Come in. Spike should be here soon."

Angel made a face. "Oh lucky lucky us."

Willow made a face at him and shut the door behind him. "What are you doing in Sunnydale? Buffy never mentioned that you were coming. Of course, she is just now starting to speak to me again so I'm not really surprised. How is LA? How is Cordelia? Isn't this place great?"She noticed Angel looking at her.

"What?"

He started to laugh again. "I knew I needed to come see you. You can always make me laugh." Willow smiled.

She had rarely seen Angel laugh, and never with such abandon. "Are you sure your Angel? Maybe Angelus snuck out."

The smile slid from Angel's face. "Something like that." he muttered.

Willow looked at him expectantly. "Well? What is going on? Why are you?"

Angel went to the couch and sat down. "Maybe we should wait for Spike. I don't know if I should be here with you if he's not here."

"Let me worry about Spike. You---talk."

Angel ran his hand through his thick hair. "Sorry, it's just been a hell of a week. I came to Sunnydale to see Buffy. We spent a few hours talking. It is definitely over between us. You've met Tyler?" Willow nodded.

"Well, she says she is in love with him. I understand. It was never the same between us after she sent me to hell. We are going to try to stay friends." he grimaced slightly. "Like that will work....Anyway, she was so happy that I couldn't give her my problems to deal with. Oh, by the way, she told me she has forgiven you and she hopes that you will forgive her. I think she is going to set up lunch next week."

Willow smiled (Thank God...maybe they could start re-building their friendship)

"What problems are you having Angel? You know you can tell me anything."

Angel looked at the red head. She had grown up while he was gone. She had an aura of confidence about her that she had previously lacked. (Spike must be good for her) She had seemed so sure of herself when she had opened the door. He had felt the urge to play with her in hopes of seeing the awkwardness return...make her seem more like his Willow. It had worked.

"I'm sorry Willow."

"What? About what?"

"About what I said. I know Buffy had to have told you. I just didn't think Spike was being honest. I didn't want you hurt. You are too good a friend. Hell, you're my only friend really."

"Oh, that. Don't worry about it. I understand the issues between you and him. You just gave your opinion. There is no harm in being honest. That's what friends are for. Now, quit avoiding my questions. What is going on? You seem less....broody. And you are actually speaking in more than two sentences. Right now, I'm thinking invasion of the body snatchers."

Angel reached over and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you for the friendship Red."

"What the bloody hell is going on here?? Get your hands off my mate you wanker!"

Willow pulled out of Angel's embrace.

"Spike! Be nice. We have a visitor." She got up and went to him. She gave him a hug and a kiss. "No need to be jealous love" she whispered in his ear.

Spike's cold blue eyes met brown. He sneered at his sire. "Peaches, so lovely to see you. When are you leaving?"

"William, don't tell me you aren't happy to see me?" Spike froze. He pulled Willow close to him. "Angelus..." Angel smiled, "Not quite."

Willow looked at Angel. He no longer seemed as safe as he had a few moments before. Angel noticed her distress. "Spike, sit down. You are worrying Willow."

"Don't tell me what to do." Spike replied, but he had noticed the tension fill his love. He moved her towards the sofa.

Angel turned away, hiding a smile.

"Angel, what's going on?" Willow asked.

"Yeah, Peaches, why the hell are you here?" Angel looked at his childe and had to smile. Spike was poised, ready to defend Willow if need be.

"You have nothing to worry about Spike. I am not going to harm Willow or you. Sit back and let Daddy tell you a story. Maybe you two will be able to make sense out of it. I sure as hell haven't."

Willow eased back into Spike's arms. She was ok. Angel was back to being cuddly again. She shivered as she felt Spike's fingers slowly start to draw patterns on her arm. She felt his teeth nuzzling her neck. Angel watched in amusement as his childe made his claim known. He rolled his eyes and began his story.

**********

Willow stood in her and Spike's room thinking about the events of that evening. Angel had told them his story. It appeared that the week prior, he had helped a powerful witch get away from a demon. In repayment, she had cursed him with a permanent soul. He had lost all of the guilt that had tortured him for so many years, yet he did not feel the hatred of the demon either. He was quite lost. He had become someone he didn't know in the span of seconds. He told them he had felt the need to leave LA. He didn't think he could discover any answers there. As it was, he thought he would be able to stay with Buffy. When he got to Sunnydale, it hadn't gone the way he had envisioned. The reason he had sought out her and Spike was to see if he could stay with them for a few days. Buffy had told him that they had the extra room. He didn't want to go back to LA just yet, and he had friends in Sunnydale.

Willow found herself curious about it all. Spike had remained quiet through the entire conversation. Willow had caught the men looking at each other several times as if they were trying to figure each out. She wondered if this Angel was more like Spike's Angelus that he spoke so fondly of. If he was, she was interested to see if he and Spike might be able to rebuild their previous relationship.

Willow had given permission for Angel to stay. Spike had agreed. He had even gone to take Angel a blanket that Willow had planned to give him. She sighed. (Things should definitely be interesting over the next few days...)

**********

Spike opened the door without knocking. Angel turned and looked at him in surprise. Spike returned the gaze, unwavering. He threw a blanket at Angel. "Just for the record Peaches, I don't want you here. I don't know what your plan is, but I don't trust you. I'll put up with you because you're Willow's friend. She wants me to play nice. But one wrong move, and I'll kill you."

"Nice to know you care William."

Spike stated calmly, "If this is a game, stop it now. I will not have Willow hurt. Oh, and keep your hands to yourself. No more hugs."

"Oh, really? She sure seemed to be enjoying it."

Before he could finish the sentence, Spike had him against the wall. Spike's yellow eyes looked deep into his. "Stay. away. from. Willow. She is mine." Angel looked at his childe.

"Still hate playing with others, Spikey? You used to love sharing with me." Angel felt his demon rise as he remembered their shared past. He reached up and caressed Spike's cheek. "I've missed you lover."

Spike let go and moved back. "Sorry, Dad. I've grown up. I don't need you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone waiting for me. Sleep tight Cuddles."

Angel closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. (Why did I come here?)

**********

Willow walked out of the bathroom the same time that Spike entered the room. She could feel the tension role off of him in waves. (He and Angel must have had a fight...)

He looked up at her, his blue eyes full of desire and passion. (Oh my...) Willow dropped her towel and opened her arms. He ran to her, his mouth finding hers. Willow could feel his erection pushing against his jeans. She pulled away and they both worked together removing his clothes. He tossed her onto the bed. His lips roaming her body. Willow let out a loud moan as his lips found her wetness. Knowing that Angel was in the room next door added an element of excitement to their love making. Willow found herself being more vocal than usual. For some reason, she wanted Angel to hear them. (I'm such a pervert....what happened to me?) Spike brought her to orgasm two times with his mouth and fingers.

"Fuck me! Please....fuck me." She begged. He entered her deeply, pushing her into the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His teeth nipped at her flesh as their rhythm continued. She groaned and pleaded for release. He bit her neck deeper than he had before. Willow felt a bit of pain but it quickly went away. She screamed his name as they came together. He rained small kisses over her face.

Angel came with a loud moan. He had heard every sound from the room next door. Closing his eyes, he had pictured it all. Willow spread out...Spike plunging into her deeply...it had been too much. He felt as though he had been watching. Opening his eyes, he wondered how he could stay with them without letting his feelings be found it.

He had felt such jealousy when Buffy had first told him of their union. Even with a soul, he knew that they were his. The old woman's curse had presented him with a perfect opportunity. There was one detail he had failed to mention. The old woman had told him to be happy and make up for the last 80 years. She had said that he was to find his fire and ice and all would be well. He knew exactly who the woman spoke of. He smiled. Joining his fire and ice was what he planned on doing. Spike had been right about him having a plan. He knew Willow wouldn't turn her back on him. Spike would take time. He was still bitter after Angelus's departure.

Seeing them together, he knew he had done the right thing. He wanted to be part of their lives. He wanted their love. He had no plans to interfere in their relationship. They were perfect together. He just had to convince them both that he should be a part of it. He had given himself two weeks. If, after that, they accepted him only as a friend, he would go back to LA quietly. His sincerity had even convinced Buffy. She was very much in love and could tell Angel was in the same condition. She had admitted that it was a bit weird that he had moved from her to her best friend and she was really queasy about Spike, but she had been surprisingly understanding. She had agreed to assist him if he needed it. She said she owed Willow after the way she had treated her and Spike's relationship. He did not have any plans to jeopardize his relationship with Willow. He hoped that, if he and Spike could not rekindle their love, at least he might gain a friend. It was going to take some effort, but he knew it would be worth it. He was determined to at least try. It seemed as though it were meant to be. He heard Willow cry out Spike's name again. Closing his eyes, he settled down for the day.

His "Fire and Ice"...he drifted off to sleep smiling.
 

~Part: 10~ Can't Stay Away

You've Always been close to me
Even when we disagreed
I got that weakness for you
Doesn't matter what you do

Spike was having difficulty accepting what Angelus had said. He knew of his sire's love of games and was worried that this one just the next round. He knew Willow was buying it. She was too soft. She still possessed much of her innocence and belief that people were really good. He knew better. Angelus had left him once before. He had been so happy when he had lost his soul. He had believed that they could pick up where they left off. That had been a joke. Angelus was only around for revenge against the slayer. He had been cruel and delighted in torturing Spike. Spike was disgusted with himself because, despite his behaviour, he had still loved him.

I wanted to stay away
I tried to stay away
I wanted to stay away
But I can't stay away from you
I don't know if I want to...

Spike stared at the ceiling. Willow was beside him sleeping. He had agreed to let Angel stay. He thought he might have made the wrong decision, but he could refuse Willow nothing. He had to admit that Angel had seemed more like His Angelus than he had two years before. There was none of the hatred or mockery in his eyes. Spike had almost believed they held love and desire. He wanted to believe they held love.

Even when I'm on my knees
You're still hard to please
And if I left you behind
Only be a matter of time

Spike had seen the way his sire had stared at Willow. He had felt proud that she was his. Willow had told him she had caught Angel watching him several times too. She understood his past and knew it was difficult for him. The comment Angel had made about their past had hit close to home. He had often, in his dreams, wondered what it would be like with his Willow and Angelus. He and Angelus had always had such fun. Their bond had only started breaking after Drusilla and not completely until the gypsy curse. Angelus had left him alone with Dru. He could not forgive the desertion. He also knew that it would take all of his strength to refuse Angelus. He pulled Willow closer, enjoying her warmth. He loved her so much it amazed him. That she reciprocated his love was more astounding. If it came down to a choice, she had his heart. He closed his eyes and tried to forget the man sleeping in the room next door.

I tried but I can't forget you
You carved your name on me
I tried since the day I met you
To keep my sanity
And I don't know what to do
I can't stay away from you

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