Title: Every Time (Sequel to You Want)
Author: SpiderQueen
Email: spiderqueen@ivebeenframed.com
Rating: PG
Classification: Willow/Spike
Spoilers: Implied 4th season...Spoilers up to The Initiative
Distribution: Just ask me first. I'd love to know where it's going. Don't even ask me...just tell me..."Hey, I'm putting your story on my site."
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow, Spike, or anyone else used in this story. They belong to Joss. I never owned them and I never will own them. I am simply borrowing them for a moment so I can have my fun. I'll give them back as soon as I finish and I'm not making any sort of crazy profit on this story...just for fun.
Feedback: Yes! I love feedback. Any kind at all. Gimme, gimme. Author's Note: The incantation used in this part of the series isn't written and made up by me. It is a real incantation which I borrowed from a wonderful book full of tarot card spells.
Willow fell onto her bed, grabbing a pillow and burying her face in it. She finally removed the pillow to take a breath. "Did that really happen?" She asked herself quietly, doubting the events earlier that evening when Spike had teased her with a few well-placed words and kisses.
Raising her hands to her temples, Willow massaged her head. She was trying to reason and think rationally, but her mind kept wondering back to Spike's hands on her. His touch had been firm, yet quite gentle. "Oh, Goddess?this isn't good. It can't be happening. He's Spike. Rosenburg, control yourself. What made him do that to me? I mean, I'm not even that?" Willow nearly jumped out of her bed when the phone rang.
She reached over and hesitantly picked up the receiver next to her bed. "H-Hello?" Willow's timid voice reverberated through the room.
The other end of the line was silent for a moment, then she heard a soft chuckle. "Hello, Red." Spike said.
Willow felt like her heart pounded into her throat and her voice mysteriously disappeared. Clearing her throat, Willow whispered back. "Spike?"
"The one and only."
"Wha-what do you, want?"
"Well, I never got to finish telling you what you want. So, where did I leave off?"
"I shouldn't be talking?"
"You're right." Spike cut Willow off. "I shouldn't be talking either. Why tell you what you want, when I'm much better at showing." Spike purred into the phone.
"Spike, don't?" Willow trailed off, caught off-guard by his frankness. The phone clicked in the witch's ear before she could finish her sentence. Letting out a shuttering breath Willow covered her face with her hands. She wasn't sure why Spike was so adamantly after her. Part of her was nervous and uneasy about the entire situation, but the other half of her enjoyed it. It enjoyed having a man she had lusted after secretly, wanting her too.
Willow settled back onto her bed and closed her eyes. She tried to sort things out in her mind and figure out exactly when things between her and vampire had become more than just being friends or allies. She was knocked out of her ponderings by a light tapping at her window.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, rising from the bed and walking over to the window. Willow pulled back the curtains and squeaked in surprise.
Spike was standing outside, his forehead pressed against the glass of the window. He slowly licked the pane of glass in front of him with the tip of his tongue. Pulling back, he smiled devilishly.
Willow backed away from the window and started babbling incoherently about how he shouldn't be there and why he should leave.
"Aww, you don't really mean that Red." Spike pouted, his voice slightly muffed by the window between the two of them. "Can I come in?" He tapped lightly once again.
Willow hesitantly approached the window again and opened it. "Spike, what do you want?"
"You." He answered simply. Willow waited for him to laugh and tell her that he was just kidding. He didn't. Spike lifted his eyebrows and nodded his head toward Willow's room, silently asking for entrance.
Willow wasn't sure why what came out of her mouth did, but she couldn't take it back once it was said. "Come in."
Spike stepped inside quickly and flashed Willow a grin. "I promised good things to come when we were alone again." He said, glancing around the room. "Alone?" Spike asked, stalking toward Willow.
"Uh, huh." Willow squeaked, backing away.
"Good." Spike growled deep in his throat.
Willow put her hands on his chest trying to stop him from approaching. "Come on, Red?. Don't you want me?" He looked down to the red-haired girl.
Willow's eyes were locked onto Spike's. She slowly nodded. Spike leaned in, bringing his lips within inches of Willow's.
A light, but insistent knocking on Willow's door caused Willow to jump and Spike to grind his teeth together, hissing. "Willow?" A woman's voice came from outside the door.
"My mom!" Willow whispered. "Out, out!" She pushed Spike toward the window. Once he had climbed out, Willow shut the window behind him and opened the door. "Hi mom."
"Willow, were you talking to someone?"
"No. Why would you ask that?" Willow asked nervously.
"I thought I heard voices." "Oh, I talk to myself. You know, crazy me. I was just-thinking. And talking helps me think and that's always a good thing, right? Thinking, I mean."
"Go to bed Willow." Her mother said.
"To bed." Willow nodded and shut the door when her mom turned away.
Standing alone in the middle of her room, Willow couldn't decide whether she should go to the window and see if Spike was still outside, or if she should take her mother's advice and go to bed.
Cautiously, Willow stepped over to the window and opened it. "Spike?" *I must be crazy to come out her looking for him.* Willow thought. To her disappointment, Spike was nowhere to be found. Feeling unsatisfied and incredibly wound up, Willow went down to the kitchen for something to eat.
Spike still didn't know why he was pursuing the witch so relentlessly. Ever since the two of them were wrapped up in the strands of lights and he had kissed her, he couldn't stop thinking about her. About her lips and the way her body felt pressed against his. He knew he was just asking for the Slayer to take a stake to him, but Willow's innocence and frail self esteem called to him, made him want her even more.
"Every bloody time!" He muttered to himself, walking down the street. He was referring to the interruptions which always seemed to be quite abundant when he had Willow cornered and wanting him as much as he wanted her. He was beginning to think that he'd have to get the witch on a deserted island to get anything accomplished.
Willow slowly chewed the cookie and took a drink of milk to wash it down. She knew that sleeping was out of the question. Her mind was simply running too fast, contemplating the events that evening, to slow down for sleep. First getting tangled up with Spike and having him kiss her, then the insanely wonderful teasing Spike had given her once they were alone again, and now he had come tapping at her window and she had let him in.
Willow took another gulp of milk and let her mind wonder to what might have happened, had her mother not interrupted. Willow surprised herself when she realized that she was actually angry with her mother for butting in. She thought she should have been relieved that mommy dearest stepped in when she did, but that just wasn't the case. *Every single time--somebody's just got to interrupt.* Willow thought. *Wait. This is not good. I'm Willow. He's Spike. Why am I having these thoughts about him?*
Closing her eyes, she sighed. Willow shuffled over to the sink and dumped the remaining milk down the drain. *I'm such a baby. A guy likes me and I freak out. At least, I think Spike likes me. And he really isn't a guy?he's a vampire. But still?*
Suddenly Willow had an idea. Bounding upstairs to her room, she searched through her bookshelves for what she need. She finally found the book and flipped through the pages, finding the spell she wanted. While skimming through the spell book before, she had noticed the incantation, but really hadn't paid much attention to it, knowing that it just wasn't her thing. Now it was her thing and she needed the spell to work or her love life was going to be on hold forever. She'd lust after Spike, but never get any closer than a kiss and she'd never get to move onto anyone else because her mind would always go back to him.
Willow retrieved a wooden box from a shelf in her closet and sat it on the floor at the foot of her bed. She then lit a few candles around the room and sat cross-legged in front of the box with the spell book in her lap. Opening the box, Willow pulled out her tarot cards wrapped in a black silk cloth and sat them delicately on the floor next to her. She then riffled through them and found the three cards needed to perform the spell.
If she read the description right, the spell would make her less inhibited and more active in her life. With that power behind her, she could see what this teasing with the vampire was really all about.
Willow closed her eyes and focused her concentration on the task at hand. Carefully laying each of the three cards in a stair pattern on the floor she began to recite the incantation.
"I call upon the power that is within me.
I call upon those wide-ranging powers which are at work in the universe around me.
I charge these powers all that my desire be fulfilled.
Forces are set in motion.
Circumstances are shaped.
Actions are made to happen.
Events are brought about.
Deeds are accomplished.
All is resolved in my favor.
The magical momentum which I have built continues to build rapidly,
And all that I wish is attained.
So be it!"
Willow closed her eyes, expecting to feel something. A spark of electricity or a tingle, some manifestation that the spell had worked, but she felt nothing. No different than before the spell casting. The witch sighed and wrapped the tarot cards back up and put them in their place.
"Oh, well." The witch said, crawling into bed and sliding under the sheets.