Title: You Want (Sequel to Christmas Light
Author: SpiderQueen
Email: spiderqueen@ivebeenframed.com
Rating: PG-13
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: I wasn't satified with ending "Christmas Lights" the way I did, so I added a little more heat to it. Maybe a sequel for this one in the future...

Willow sat meekly beside Spike on Giles' sofa, biting her lower lip. Buffy and Xander had just finished untangling the Christmas lights from around Willow and the vampire.

"I still don't know how in the world you two got so tangled up. Talk about a serious lack of coordination." Buffy laughed as she helped Giles untie the rope around the tree.

"Bloody awful, those thing are." Spike gestured toward the pile of lights on the floor. "Now I remember why I never put up a tree." He kicked his feet up to rest them on the coffee table and casually stretched his arm over and rested it on the back of the couch, just behind Willow's head.

Fidgeting, she leaned forward and tried to find something to occupy herself, something to do to take her attention off of the vampire seated beside her. "Buffy, do you need help with that?" Willow asked as she started to rise from the couch.

Buffy threw the strand of lights haphazardly on the freshly cut tree. "Nope. I'm dealing. Besides, the last time you got your hands on these, you and Spike got all tied up. We wouldn't want that again, now would we?" Buffy glanced at Spike, and then turned to Willow, flashing her a grin and winking.

"I...it was...I mean...we didn't. It was an accident." Willow replied, flustered and more than a little embarrassed that Spike saw the wink Buffy sent her way.

Throwing another strand of lights onto the tree, Buffy looked over her shoulder at her best friend. "Will, you don't have to lie...we know you're plotting devious things. You devious plotter, you."

"Buffy!" Willow said, even more embarrassed now. "I didn't?"

"Chill Wills. Kidding." The Slayer laughed, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. She turned back to the tree abruptly. "Giles! We need some icicles."

"Some what?" Giles asked, poking his head out of the kitchen.

"Icicles." Buffy and Willow answered together.

"Icicles? Won't they melt?"

"Giles, we really need to do something about you." Buffy giggled, walking up to him and patting him on the shoulder. The two of them walked into the kitchen, leaving Spike and Willow alone on the sofa. "Icicles, as in shiny, metallic strands of festivity which you hang on a Christmas tree to make it more...pretty."

"Right." Giles answered. "I'll run to the store and pick some up."

"Tell Xander to go with, so he can pick out the right kind. Knowing you, you'll probably discard the festive shiny ones in favor of book icicles."

"Book icicles?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, like icicles made out of pages of a book."

"Buffy that makes no sense."

"Yeah, I know. But it sounded like something you'd do."

"I would not desecrate a book like that." Giles said, indignantly.

"Whatever." Buffy answered, waving her hand to dismiss the subject.

"Xander isn't here." Giles remembered. "He stepped out. Anya called and wanted him to meet her somewhere."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "They go at it like bunnies, don't they? Anyway, I'll go with you to the store. I want some red icicles. Oh, maybe silver. Or we could be daring and go blue. Mix and match!" Buffy said, getting excited about her new project.

Giles scooped up his keys and headed for the doorway. Buffy followed soon after.

"Where are you going?" Willow asked, standing up when she saw Buffy and Giles leaving.

"Out. Icicles are a must for the perfect tree." Buffy answered, stepping outside. She poked her head back in as an afterthought. "Oh, and Willow. When I get back, I don't want to see Bondage Fun with Willow and Spike. You might hurt our poor, little pet vamp." With that said, Buffy slammed the door and trotted off behind Giles to his car.

Redness began to creep into Willow's face. Keeping her back to Spike, she walked quickly over to the half decorated pine tree. Just to create something to do, Willow picked up a small box of glass ornaments and started hanging them anywhere. Her mind wasn't really on the art of tree decoration, but was focused on looking casual to the vampire seated on the sofa. Or at least she thought he was still sitting there. To confirm it, she quickly shot a glance over her shoulder.

He was sitting there alright. Just as cool as he ever was, not a bit flustered, unlike her. Willow stood on her tip toes and strained to put a bulb in the empty spot near the top of the towering tree. She couldn't reach, just succeeding in nearly knocking the tree over when she stumbled against it.

Spike slowly got up and sauntered over to where Willow was standing in front of the pine tree. She heard him get up and she felt him as he came closer. He was standing behind her. Most people emanate heat, that's how you know they're near. Spike was a vampire, so he didn't send off any heat waves at all. But he did emanate something. Willow knew it because when he was close, it made her knees feel watery and her heart rate quicken.

Spike heard it. The way her heart pounded so hard when he came closer. He had decided that it was either out of fright or else she liked him more than he thought. The vampire was hoping for the later.

"Let me help you with that, Red." Spike said in her ear. He took the ornament from her hand and leaned over her to settle it on an empty branch.

Willow could feel his body pressed against the back of hers when he leaned forward. Her breathing increased and became more labored. She closed her eyes, trying to control herself. She knew it was crazy to be so silly about a small crush on a person or thing that she couldn't even have, shouldn't even want.

Spike smiled in triumph. Now he knew she wasn't afraid of him. She would have never allowed him this close if fear were the cause of her behavior. Spike snaked his arms around Willows waist and pulled her back against him suddenly. Willow gasped and put up a small, but hesitant struggle when he didn't let go of her.

"Are you going to tie me up in those bloody lights again? Because it's not necessary, to get me to do what you want me to do." Spike whispered, his arms still around Willow's waist. He licked his lips, but she didn't see it because she was still facing away from him. She could only hear his deep voice in her ear and the feel of his cold body against hers.

A mischievous little flash of bravery went through Willow. "What do you think I want you to do?" She asked, forcing her voice to be normal.

Spike chuckled. "God, I love it." He said under his breath. "You've got a little bit of spunk in you. Don't you, Red?"

"What do you think I want you to do?" Willow asked again. Tremors of excitement were running through her body, but she was trying to control them.

"Mmmm?" Spike said, thinking before he answered. "You want my hands all over your body." He said seductively, loosening his grip on her and rubbing his hands across her stomach, bunching her shirt up under his fingertips. "And?" He continued. "You want my lips all over your body." Spike started kissing her neck softly, flicking his tongue out every now and then. "And you want..." Spike started to continue, but was cut off by the front door opening.

"Giles! Gimme the bag! I can carry it." Buffy's voice floated from the doorway.

The vampire threw back his head in frustration and stepped away from Willow, releasing her from his grasp. He didn't want Buffy to go catatonic on him and grab a stake. He couldn't fight back. Granted, she had seen him kissing Willow, but that was a joke. Everyone had seen and understood that. But this, what he was doing before the door opened, wasn't a joke. And the Slayer would kill him for even having thought of her best friend like that.

Willow almost crumpled to the floor when Spike released her. She stood, in a daze, swaying back and forth slightly, her eyes still closed and her breathing still labored. Spike glanced over to her before Buffy had entered the room. He smiled in satisfaction at the effect he had on her. Making a mental note to get the witch alone as soon as he could, he sat back down on the sofa.

"Nice job, Will!" Buffy said, surveying the Christmas tree. "Good bulb distribution."

Willow licked her parched lips. "Thanks." Was all Willow managed to say.

"I have icicles!" Buffy whipped out several packs of icicles, all of them a different color.

Giles cringed at the sight of the multicolored streamers. "Good lord, Buffy. Are you going to put all of those on the tree?"

"Yep."

"Well, there goes my tasteful Christmas tree." Giles sighed as he retreated to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

"Giles...don't be such a baby. It'll be festive and Christmas-like." Buffy followed her former Watcher into the kitchen to plead her case.

Willow finally remembered how to move and shuffled over to the sofa, sitting down beside Spike. She slowly turned her neck to look at him with wide, glazed eyes, her mouth agar and her chest heaving.

Spike let a devious smile slide across his face. His soft, husky voice reverberated through Willow's head. "Just you wait 'til we're alone again."