Title: Not Here
Author: SpiderQueen
Email: spiderqueen@ivebeenframed.com
Rating: PG-13
Classfication: Willow/Spike
Spoilers: Implied 4th season...Spoilers up to and including 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.

Willow lazily opened the three-inch-thick volume on demons. Dust particles flew into the air, causing her to sneeze. She was sitting in Giles' house, on the floor next to the coffee table. Her legs were crossed under her and her long, wispy skirt flared out across the floor.

Spike watched her as she waved her hand through the air, trying to push away any more dust. He smiled slightly when she sneezed a second time. He wanted desperately to talk to her, but the Slayer wouldn't leave the two of them alone for a millisecond. It had been over a week since the incident on New Years Eve and the most he had said to Willow was a passing comment of hello.

Buffy and Giles were sitting on the couch with a pile of books between them. Buffy was obviously getting antsy and wanted to leave. They hadn't found any information on the demon she had caught sight of the night before. She rolled her neck and winced when she heard it audibly crack.

Buffy leaned over to Giles. "Hey Giles, I'm going out. To patrol. Don't leave them alone." Buffy gestured to the witch and vampire. "I don't trust him around Will."

Giles removed his glasses and nodded his head. He rubbed his weary eyes and replied, "Do be careful."

"Will do." Buffy stood up and straightened out her short skirt. "I'm off." She announced to Willow and Spike. As she passed by them to leave, she caught Spike's eyes and shot him a menacing look. "Giles is going to babysit." She added, opening the door and leaving.

Willow felt a rush of rage at Buffy last comment. *How dare she!* Willow screamed to herself. Spike noticed the anger in the red-head's eyes. He smiled slightly, feeling better that the witch wasn't letting Buffy walk all over her.

A few minutes after Buffy left, Giles lightly slammed his book closed and stood up. "I'm aware that I was assigned the task of watching you two, but you're both adults. I'm stepping out to the store. We're out of--something." Giles said, unable to think of a plausible reason for going to the grocery store at 10:00 in the evening. "I believe that you two should talk." He shot Willow a glance and stepped over to the coat rack to pick up a light jacket. "Talk." He said simply as he slipped the jacket on and left.

The room was silent for several minutes. There was an occasional rustling of paper when either Willow or Spike turned a page in their respectful books.

Finally Willow closed her volume and cleared her throat. This was it. What she had been waiting for, for over a week. A chance to talk. Alone. She had to say something. "Spike?"

"Yes?" Spike answered quickly shutting his book and sitting up straighter in the chair.

"I, ummm. About...about that night."

"No need to explain, Red. I asked for it."

"Yeah, I know, but--." Willow started to say. *Goddess, this is going nowhere fast. Why can't I just talk like a normal person. Say something like, 'Hey I like you, I think you like me. Can be go somewhere private and like each other together?'*

"Red?" Spike asked, waving his hand in front of her. "You there?"

"Oh." His words startled Willow out of her thoughts. "Sorry. I was thinking."

"You're good at that, aren't you? Thinking, that is."

Willow let out a half-hearted laugh. "Yeah, I'm beginning to think that's the only thing I'm good at."

Spike's eyes softened at her vulnerability. He looked down to the floor and spoke in a gentle voice. "You were pretty good at what you did to me on that picnic table, luv."

Willow's eyes shot up to look at Spike. "I-I was?"

The vampire chuckled and nodded his head slowly. "Oh, yes. No question there."

"So, you liked it?" Willow asked meekly.

Spike locked his eyes on hers. "Very much so." He said in a husky voice.

"Oh." A small smile appeared on Willow's face from Spike's encouraging words. The room was silent for a moment, then she spoke again. "Spike, do you like me?"

Spike furrowed his brows in confusion. "Of course I do. You're the only decent one in the whole lot of them." He waved his arm, as if indicating the rest of the Scooby Gang.

"So, this isn't a joke? Like, to make me feel dumb or make me--you know, sleep with you?"

Spike let out a soft chuckle. "Luv, my liking you is not a joke. However, I wouldn't mind sleeping with you. Though, I'm afraid that we wouldn't be doing much sleeping if I got my way." He grinned and slid down into the floor, crawling over to Willow on all fours.

Willow's heart started thumping overtime when she saw him approaching, his shoulders hunched over and moving like a big cat. She half-expected him to growl.

Spike knelt in front of Willow and deftly swiped the coffee table. All the books on it went flying off into the far corners of the room. "I want to take you right here on the table." He growled, sliding forward and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"On the ta-table?" Willow squeaked.

"Mmm, hmm?" Spike mumbled, nuzzling his face into Willow's shoulder and neck, breathing in her light perfume.

She sighed and tangled her fingers in his blond hair, preventing him from leaving her. "Spike?." Willow sighed.

"Yes, luv? What do you want?" He whispered in her ear.

"You." Willow answered breathlessly. "But not here." She added.

Spike pulled back. "What?"

Willow finally caught her breath and explained. "Not here. They'll be back. We can't. Not here."

"Where then? When?" Spike asked. "Name the time and place. I'll be there."

Willow smiled at his sudden devotion to her. "My house, right now. Let's go." She struggled to her feet and pulled him to his.

"Your parents." Spike said simply. He remembered the time he had paid Willow an visit, only to be stopped by her mother.

"Out of town. They're always out of town."

The vampire grinned. "Well, what are we waiting for?" He slid his arms around her stomach, walking behind her as she led the way out the door.

Spike had started nibbling on her neck and Willow was having a difficult time finding the doorknob. Suddenly, the front door flew open in front of her and revealed Buffy standing in the doorway.

The Slayer's jaw dropped in shock and then curled into a thin line of rage. "What are you doing?" She asked, gritting her teeth and setting her eyes on Spike.

He pulled his mouth off of Willow's neck long enough to see the Slayer lunging for him.