Title: Show Me (Sequel to Every Time)
Author: SpiderQueen
Email: spiderqueen@ivebeenframed.com
Rating: PG (to be safe)
Classfication: 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.
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Willow shifted around nervously and flashed a half-hearted smile at her friends. Here she was, standing in a crowd of college students with her friends, the friends she had been through so much with. She was uneasy. Not because of imminent danger or a big bad to fight, but because she didn't know exactly what to do with herself.

It was New Years Eve and there were only 10 minutes left of the year, the millennium. Buffy, Xander, Riley, and Anya all wanted to attend a party at a local fraternity and cajoled Willow into tagging along.

The witch hadn't had much time to think about the approaching new year. Her time was occupied trying to avoid Spike. He had lustfully pursued her for over a week. She didn't think jumping the vampire would be a good idea, considering that he *was* a vampire, but Willow was smart enough to know that if she didn't steer clear of him, then she'd easily give into his advances.

Christmas was uneventful and went by quickly. Cookies, candy, presents, and no caroling, by Giles' stern warning. The gang had spent Christmas Eve at Giles' house and came back later on Christmas Day after the separate family functions were over with. The entire time Willow was at Giles' she was hyperaware of the vampire watching her. He simply sat on the sofa and stared at her, a slight smile on his face.

Willow shook her head as Buffy offered her a drink. She suddenly was brought out of her inner space and into the real world, in which the clock was close to striking midnight. The nervousness returned. She didn't know what to do with herself. She knew it was silly, but she was going to open the new year feeling like a third wheel. Buffy was with Riley, unofficially of course. And Xander was with Anya. When the clock struck and the ball dropped, the couples would kiss and Willow would be left standing alone. Trying to look like she was having a good time, trying to look like she belonged here when she felt so out of place it was painful.

Willow laughed nervously at Xander's funny little "New Millennium Dance", which he reminded them, they would see only once, unless they all lived another thousand years. He promptly stopped when he realized that several other people standing near the Scooby Gang were watching him and whispering.

The countdown began at 30 seconds. Everyone in the room was chanting and some were even screaming the numbers. Willow plastered a smile on her face and softly joined in the chant.

"5--4--3--2--1." Willow whispered. She glanced over to see her friends locking lips. Xander with Anya and Buffy with Riley. She let out a small sigh and tried to look happy, even while she was alone. Suddenly a hand grabbed hers. She knew it was him before she even saw the face. His cold hand gave him away.

Spike jerked her gently toward him and she turned to face the vampire. Willow looked up to his eyes, seeing Spike smile. "Hey baby." He growled before his lips descended on hers. The kiss was hard at first, nearly bruising her mouth, but it grew softer as the seconds ticked by.

Spike lazily traced her lips with his tongue causing Willow to moan. His lips still pressed to hers, she felt him smile at the sounds of pleasure emitted from her. Giggling, she ruffled his hair with her fingers and stepped back, looking a little embarrassed and a lot happier.

"Can we get out of here?" Spike nodded his head toward the door.

Willow turned to look at her friends. They hadn't even checked on her or seen Spike. The four of them were engrossed in smooching and throwing streamers. She turned back to Spike and nodded shyly, extending her hand. The vampire grinned, ear to ear and latched his hand to hers.

He expertly weaved his way through the crowd and out the front door. Without a word, he led her off into the night. Willow followed, not asking questions. After several minutes of walking, Spike stopped in the middle of the local park, next to a picnic table.

Finally Willow spoke up. "Why are we here?" She looked around and found no one in sight.

Spike chuckled. "A new year, a new you? Maybe a little more daring?"

"What?"

"Well, I figured that I wasn't getting anywhere. Every time I tried to move in, some bloody idiot interrupted. So, why not put the ball in your court? See what happens?" Spike stepped away from her and stood in front of the picnic table, his hands to his sides.

"What do you mean?" Willow asked, shifting around nervously.

"I bet you've got a vixen in there somewhere, but you just can't let her out to play. Not with the bloody Slayer and her friends expecting you to be a good girl. You can show her to me though." Spike winked at Willow. "Your move. Do what you want."

Willow swallowed. "Ex-Excuse me?"

"Your. Move. I can be a very submissive little puppy when I want to." Spike purred. "I'm yours. Show me the vixen."