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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Willow_Rosenberg/Spike
  Character:
      Willow_Rosenberg, Spike_(BtVS)
  Series:
      Part 1 of Rebellious
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-01 Completed: 2013-01-02 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 16091
****** Quiet Rebellion ******
by dragonydreams
Summary
     Willow does something unpredictable.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Title: Quiet Rebellion
Author: Elisabeth
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Willow does something unpredictable.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing
them from Joss et al.
Distribution: Me, WLS, Wic, NHA, anyone else - please ask.
Feedback: Yes please! Thanks: To my wonderful beta Leslie for all the support.
Willow sat on the couch in the student lounge, killing time and hoping to see
Buffy. She hated how distant they seemed to be at the moment, now that Faith
had become Buffy's new best friend. How could she compete with the vivacious
new Slayer? Should she even bother to try?
Willow looked up as she saw Buffy come out of a classroom with Faith. Faith
headed out of the building and Buffy came over to her.
"Hey," Buffy opened.
"Hey. Where's Faith? I-I saw her around. Figured you two were gonna go kill
some more nasty stuff."
"Not right now. I-I, um, I think she bailed."
They both started talking at the same time, "Willow, I was won..." "Actually,
I'm..."
Buffy let out a deep breath. "Um... You go ahead."
Willow put her book away. "I'm late. I-I'm meeting Michael. The warlock guy?
We're still trying to de-rat Amy."
"Okay." Buffy smiled.
They both sat there for a minute, both desperately hoping that the other will
say something to get them back on track.
Eventually Willow stood. "So see ya."
"See you." Buffy mumbled.
Willow headed straight for the nearest bathroom. As soon as the stall door
closed she took a shuddering breath, fighting back tears. Once again, she
marveled at how strained her friendship had become.
She pulled her feet up as she heard Cordelia and her groupies enter the
bathroom.
"Come on," Harmony pleaded. "What bad could happen by going to this new club?"
"You're joking right?" Cordelia mocked. When she was met with vacant stares she
continued, "The number of reasons why this is a bad idea are so numerous I'm
not even going to begin to tell them to you."
Harmony opened her mouth to try a different approach, but Cordelia continued
speaking. "I mean, do any of you want to wake up in a public bathroom lying in
a pool of what you hope is your own filth?"
She was answered by several grossed out facial expressions accompanied with,
"Eews."
"Because if you do, then going to a strange club with a fake ID with a group of
guys you barely know could definitely lead to that happening." In a barely
audible voice she added, "And I should know."
Willow shivered in her stall at the mental imagery she now had and patiently
waited for Cordy and the Cordeliaettes to leave. Once she was sure the coast
was clear she splashed some water on her face and headed to her house to meet
Michael.

                               ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
They got their supplies all set up and took Amy out of her cage.
"Do you really think it's gonna work this time?" Michael hesitantly asked.
"I certainly hope so," Willow said with as much conviction as possible. In
truth, she had her doubts. "I just really wish she'd taught us this spell
before she used it on herself."
"Tell me about it." Michael lit the incense and the herbs caught on fire.
Willow took one last look at Amy and incanted, "Hecate, I conjure thee to
withdraw. Goddess of creatures big and small, I hereby license thee to depart."
She extinguished the incense and looked expectantly at the Amy-rat.
Amy sniffed the air and then started running around the room in a figure eight
pattern, occasionally doing back flips, before she settled on chasing her tail
like a dog. When she was worn out she just collapsed, twitching her nose.
Willow sighed and gave Michael an apologetic look.
"You okay Willow," he asked as he packed up his supplies. "You seem more
disappointed than usual, if you don't mind me saying."
"It's nothing important. I've just been feeling a little useless lately. This
certainly didn't help today." She gestured to Amy and the used spell
ingredients. "I just feel like I need to make a change or something."
"Change is good, or in Amy's case, not so good. I'm sure things'll work out
with Buffy. Just give her some time."
"Thanks." Willow walked Michael to the front door before heading back to her
room to try to figure out what she did wrong with the spell this time.

                               ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
A week passed and Willow's feelings of inadequacy magnified. Little did her
friends know that when she gave her dramatic, "Maybe I'll change my look! Or
cut class. You don't know," speech that she had already done something
unexpected. She smiled to herself whenever she thought about it.
She was foolishly out walking that night, not wanting to go through with doing
Percy's homework for him. 'Stupid Snyder,' she thought to herself, kicking at a
pebble.
She didn't even notice the DeSoto with blackened windows pull up next to her,
nor the familiar blonde vampire hungrily watching her.
Once Spike had realized that nothing he could do would bring Drusilla back he
decided to see about seducing Willow. She may not be a crazy vampiress, but
there was something about her that called him back to Sunnydale. He figured
that it was the way she had stood up to him, even tried to comfort him, while
he was threatening to kill her and her boy toy. 'Yeah, that's it, she has
moxie,' he thought to himself as he once again debated what he was doing back
in this dreaded town.
He silently got out of the car and crept up behind Willow. In his most sinister
tone he said, "Hello there little girl."
Willow jumped and turned around. "S-Sp-Spike," she spluttered. She looked
around the empty street, and knew that there was no way she was going to get
away unless he let her go. "What do you want?" she demanded nervously.
"What do I want?" he repeated, sauntering towards her, thumbs in his pockets.
"That is an excellent question." He ran his eyes over her body, making it
perfectly clear what he wanted. "What do I want?"
"Th-that's what I asked you." Willow slowly backed away from the advancing
vampire. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. At least that's what
she told herself. "Did you find Drusilla?" she asked, trying to stall him.
It worked, momentarily. Spike paused, a shadow crossing his chiseled features.
"She's gone, I thought you knew that." He started advancing again, herding her
towards the car. "I was all set to go after her when I left here the last time,
but after driving for a while I told myself that I shouldn't have to do
anything to make her want me again. Let her unlive without me for a couple of
months and she'll be crawling back to her dark prince." He smirked, "Which
leaves me free to do whatever, or whomever, I want in the mean time."
Willow opened her eyes wide, realizing just what his intentions were. And here
she was hoping that she was just going to be a meal. Apparently Spike wanted
more than that from her.
"Well, I'm not, free. Oz and I got back together after the whole Xander thing.
He's completely forgiven me. Yup, that's me, part of a couple."
"You're lying. Why would the wolf take you back after cheating on him? I did
some checking, I know that he is with that groupie now." Spike closed the
distance between them, trapping Willow against the car with his arms. "Wanna
take a walk on the wild side?"
Willow's heart pounded in her chest. She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't want
to be here. And yet... rebellion was welling up inside her. Anger and hurt at
her friends' expectations rose in her mind. She'd show them faithful and
reliable.
Willow relaxed against the car. She met Spike's eyes as hers took on a
mischievous quality. She slid her arm up his chest and around his neck. "I'd
rather run there."
Spike blinked, amazed at the change in her demeanor. He shrugged once and dove
down to claim her smile-quirked mouth. His tongue demanded entrance and Willow
eagerly granted it. He pulled her close to his body and reached down to open
the car door, vaguely aware that they were standing on the side of the street.
He broke the kiss to push Willow into the car and she scooted in, grinning all
the while. Spike practically pounced her as he joined her in the car. As soon
as the door was closed Willow attacked his mouth. She couldn't believe what she
was doing and forcibly shut down her brain. She didn't want to think anymore.
She was always thinking. Right now, all she wanted to do was feel - Spike.
Spike rested his hands on Willow's waist. He slipped them under her fuzzy pink
sweater, relishing in the feel of her warm flesh. His thumbs ran over her
belly. On one pass he felt something metal.
He pulled back from the kiss to gently lift her top enough to reveal a couple
of inches of flesh. "What have we here?" he teased, running his thumb over her
bellybutton ring.
"What?" she innocently asked. "You've never seen anyone with a pierced
bellybutton before?"
"'Course I have," he insisted. "Just wouldn't have expected to find one on
you."
"Surprise," she purred, licking his cool neck before proceeding to nibble on
his ear. Spike growled at her actions and reluctantly pulled away from her hot
mouth. He lay her down on the seat, and rucked up her sweater. He lowered his
head to her belly and planted a wet kiss over her bellybutton. His tongue
dipped into her innie and lifted the ring into his mouth. He gently tugged at
the ring with his teeth, eliciting a gasping moan from the girl beneath him.
Willow tangled her hands in his hair, encouraging his actions.
Spike pushed the sweater further up and Willow lifted it over her head. Once
again she heard that little voice in the back of her head screaming at her that
this was Spike and she shouldn't be doing this. Once again she told it to shut
up. It just all felt too good to stop.
Spike kissed his way up her belly, his hands covering her cotton-covered
breasts. Willow arched her back so that he could slide his hands under her back
to unhook her bra. He lost no time doing just that. Spike took a moment to
enjoy the view of the topless redhead before him, grinning all the while.
In a flash he had engulfed a breast in his cool mouth, the temperature change
causing her nipples to pucker. Spike nibbled on the hardened flesh, loving the
noises Willow was making. He'd had no idea she would be so responsive. How he
loved it when he was wrong!
His hand alternated from pinching Willow's other nipple with running down her
torso to flick at her navel ring. Eventually he kissed his way across the
valley between her breasts to the other one, giving it equal treatment. His
other hand resumed doing what its partner had done before, traveling up and
down her body.
When his hand moved down over her hip and down her thigh Willow's eyes popped
open. She stiffened slightly causing Spike to chuckled low in his throat. The
reverberations around her breast momentarily lulled Willow back into the
sensual haze she had been in. But when his hand began moving back up, under her
skirt, Willow sat bolt upright, pushing Spike off her. His chuckle turned into
full blown laughter.
"Aww, come on," he drawled, running a hand up her leg. "We were just getting to
the good part."
"No. No we weren't," she insisted, reaching under the seat to find her sweater.
Her hand touched something metal and she realized that it was a pair of
handcuffs. She shoved them further under the seat, hoping that Spike wouldn't
remember they were there and quickly pulled her sweater back on. "Look, thanks
Spike for... this. But I've gotta go. Buffy's expecting me and you know she'll
come looking for me if I'm not there."
"How could I forget about the Slayer?" Spike said to himself. To Willow he
said, "Alright, tell you what." He leaned forward in a conspiratorial tone.
"I'll let you go find your Slayer, but this isn't over." He trailed a hand down
her throat, between her breasts and over her ring.
Willow shuddered involuntarily. "Okay," she breathed.
Spike smirked as she crawled out of the car on wobbly legs. He pulled out a
cigarette and lit it with the car's lighter. "This visit's looking up already."
He sped away in the car, leaving Willow to look after him.
She gathered her wits and headed for the school. She needed a familiar place
right now to bring her back to reality because what she just experienced was by
no means anything that resembled reality. She knew the gang thought that she'd
be at home right now, but she didn't think they'd mind her popping in to say
hi.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Part 2
Spike watched the assembled group from the shadows of the factory. He was very
interested in the vampire version of Willow. He had, literally, done a double
take when he saw the two of them together.
'So that's what Red'd be like as a Vamp,' he thought. 'Bet those friends of
hers can't see the similarities 'tween them, 'side from the physical ones. But
after tonight... yeah, I can definitely see it.' He gave Vamp Willow an
appreciative once-over, a wonderful idea forming for his next encounter with
Willow. He ducked out the back before anyone could notice him. He had a lot of
work to do.

                               ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Willow caught sight of Spike hiding in the shadows as she nervously waited to
send the vampire version of herself back to wherever she had come from. She
fiddled with her sweater as Buffy expressed her hesitations about letting Vamp
Willow roam free. Willow relaxed when she saw Spike sneak off.
"I just can't kill her," Willow insisted. She now had a whole new appreciation
for vampires after her time with Spike earlier that evening. And this one
looked like her! She really wasn't as offended as she pretended to be at her
vampire-self's wandering hands when she hugged her good-bye. One more thing to
add to her growing list of things to keep secret and explore.
She was kind of surprised at how good it had felt wearing the leather outfit of
her doppelganger. And the appreciative looks the guys had given her... Wow. It
was as if wearing the costume somehow made her braver, less inhibited, able to
try to fool a bunch of vamps waiting to start a feeding frenzy – as had Spike's
attentions.
Buffy and Xander insisted on walking her home after the ritual was over. They
were both still slightly in shock after her near-death experience and needed to
know that she wouldn't be turning into a vamp for real any time soon. Rather
than cause a scene she let them, figuring that she could find Spike later.

                               ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Willow had to wait until the following night before she saw Spike again. She
had let Buffy drag her out to the Bronze to let loose a little after the
previous night's events. She was completely conflicted. A part of her wanted to
do as she had told Buffy that morning... do homework, floss, die a virgin. But
another part of her wanted to explore her darker side – the side the vamp
version of her took to the extreme – but was there, lying dormant, waiting for
something, or someone, to bring it out. And now there were two someones – Vamp
Willow and Spike.
This was where he found her... on the dance floor, bouncing around with Buffy
to some upbeat pop song. She took a break as a slow song come on and headed
over to one of the couches to take a rest. Spike came up behind her, leaned in
close and whispered in her ear, "Hello, pet." He stood back with a smug look in
place when Willow jumped in her seat, then stood and turned to face him. She
instantly relaxed when she saw it was only Spike.
"Spike, what are you doing here?" she asked, nervously looking around to make
sure Buffy couldn't see them together.
"Looking for you, of course." He trailed a hand down her neck and between her
breasts.
Willow's heartbeat picked up at the sensual caress. She took a deep breath and
tried to get herself together. They were in public after all.
"What do you want now that you found me?"
Spike raised an eyebrow and gave her a knowing look. He chuckled at Willow's
blush. "Come with me, I've got a present for you."
"Really?" she excitedly asked. "What is it?"
"Now what would be the fun of me telling you that?"
"B-B-Buffy," Willow suddenly exclaimed. Spike spun around looking for the
slayer, then cast an accusatory look at Willow. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare
you. It's just, I came here with Buffy, so I can't just leave here with you."
"That all? Pfft. Just tell her you're sick or something and you found someone
to give you a ride home."
"She'll never buy that."
"Well tell her something. I'm not going to wait around all night. Meet me
outside in five minutes or I'm leaving without you." Spike pulled her further
into the shadows and kissed her hard but quick, then spun and left without a
look back.
When she caught her breath Willow went in search of Buffy. Even though she
hated lying to her best friend, and rarely did it convincingly, she told Buffy
that she didn't feel well and she found someone she knew to take her home. Of
course, Buffy insisted on taking Willow home herself, but Willow was able to
convince her to stay and have fun. Then she ran to make sure Spike hadn't left
without her.
Spike was in his car with the motor running when Willow yanked the door open
and hopped in with a pleased smile on her face. Spike took one last hit off his
cigarette and tossed it out the window as Willow said, "You haven't greeted me
properly yet." She crawled the short distance across the seat and kissed Spike,
sliding her tongue into his mouth.
She was being much more forward than Spike had expected, but he wasn't about to
complain. He roughly grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, delighting in her
squeal of surprise. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he slid his hands under
her top, flicking at her navel ring. She gently bit his bottom lip, then licked
it as she pulled back.
Looking directly in his eyes she asked, "So where's my present?" Spike, lips
curled in an evil grin, shifted in his seat so that she could feel his arousal.
Willow shook her head, "Uh-uh. I want the present you promised me inside."
"How d'you know this isn't what I was talking about?" He countered.
"'Cause I got the distinct impression that you were talking about something
tangible." Spike raised an eyebrow. "Something I could take home with me." She
clarified.
"Bugger it, it's in the back seat." He conceded. Willow started to reach over
the back, but he firmly held her in place. "I didn't say you could have it just
yet." Willow pouted so he continued. "Wait till we get inside."
Still pouting Willow slid off his lap and into her own seat. "Fine, just hurry
up and get there."
Spike put the car in drive and sped off. Willow left a hand on his thigh as he
drove, encouraging him to break a few speed limits in order to get to his new
crypt.
Willow couldn't believe what she was doing. She was coming on to Spike in a
major way. She was emboldened by her vampire self. She had just come face to
face with her death – or at least the loss of her humanity – and it made her
realize just how short life can be. And here she was being presented with a
rare opportunity to explore her sexuality. So who was she to turn it down, even
from Spike? Besides, vampire fact aside, he was sexy. Willow could hear her
vampire self whispering in the back of her head, "Wanna be bad?" every time she
looked at Spike. And she wanted to scream back, "YES!"
Before long Spike screeched to a halt at the entrance to a cemetery. He grabbed
the box out of the back seat and opened his door. Willow slid out of the car
and made her way over to Spike. She reached for the box but he pulled it out of
the way. He leaned down and kissed her neck before promising, "Just a bit
further."
He took Willow's hand and guided her to a large crypt. Willow hesitated
briefly, the enormity of the situation dawning on her. She was about to enter
the crypt of a very dangerous vampire – one who had tried to kill her before.
What if he was really only interested in her as a meal or because she was the
Slayer's best friend. What if he was just lonely and wanted *someone* and she
was the first person he saw. But he had seemed so attentive and interested....
She shrugged it off and followed Spike in.
Willow wasn't expecting what she saw inside. There were candelabras all over
the room, which Spike went around lighting as Willow took in the room. There
were a couple of comfy chairs off to one side facing a TV and a large bed
taking up much of the room. Willow idly wondered how he got electricity to
power the TV, but pushed the idea out of her head when she noticed Spike
watching her.
"So can I have my present now?" she quietly asked.
Spike sauntered over to her and wrapped her in his arms. He leaned his head
down close to hers, looking into her eyes, his mouth inches from hers. "Yeah, I
suppose so." He guided her over to the bed and sat her down before reverently
placing the wrapped box on her lap.
Willow lifted the box, shaking it to see if she could guess at what it was.
Spike just rolled his eyes, his anticipation level almost as high as hers. Just
when he thought she'd changed her mind, Willow ripped off the paper and opened
the box.
"Oh, Spike," she excitedly exclaimed, with a blush. She pulled out the dark
green velvet bodice and a short black leather skirt. "They're even my size,
how'd you know?"
Spike bowed his head. "Well, when Dru was sick she wasn't really up for
shopping, so I became pretty good at figuring out what would look good on her.
I think that'll look great on you, pet."
Willow shook her head. "I-I couldn't. It's way too sexy for me. Way too bold."
"Nonsense. You *are* sexy with the clothes or not." Willow's blush deepened. "I
saw how you looked at that vamp version of you last night. Now don't tell me
you didn't like her outfit."
Grudgingly she admitted, "I did. It was kinda fun to wear it, a bit binding,
but other than that..."
"Hold up. You actually wore that chit's clothes?" Willow nodded. "I am very
sorry to have missed that."
"I looked pretty much the same as her, just not so pale and breathing and all."
"So, you gonna try on your new clothes for me or just hold them all night?"
"You want me to change here?" Willow nervously looked around the one room crypt
they were in.
"'S not like I want you to go home and try them on." He saw her looking around
the room and realized her hesitation. "Look, I can wait outside if you want."
She nodded, "Yeah, thanks."
Spike left and stood guard outside the crypt, smoking, while Willow hurriedly
took off her clothes and put on the new ones. She was right; they were a
perfect fit. The bodice closed with a line of buttons and loops up the front
and the leather skirt ended mid-thigh. She wished there was a mirror in the
crypt so that she could see how she looked, but seeing as how Spike really had
no need for one she didn't think she'd fine one. Once she folded her old
clothes and set them aside she called out to Spike that he could come back in.
Spike casually opened and closed the door before looking at Willow. She was
standing all huddled in on herself, waiting for his disapproval. Instead what
she got was an appreciative whistle. She relaxed a bit, settling her shoulders,
which inadvertently pushed her chest out.
"My, my, you look... amazing." He walked up to her, running his hands over the
velvet and she shivered at his touch. "Too bad you won't be wearing them long."
Willow looked up to his face, ready to protest, and was surprised to see the
lust in his eyes. She still had a hard time believing that it was for her, but
no one else was here.
"You seem awfully sure that you'll be getting me out of them," she teased.
"I'm betting that you're gonna be the one taking them off, luv."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Part 3
Willow nervously started to back up as Spike stalked towards her. She wondered
again how she had gotten to this point. It was one thing to remove her top in
the heat of the moment, or to change when Spike was out of the room - but she
wasn't all that sure that she wanted to be naked in front of him.
Willow stopped when the backs of her legs hit the bed and she automatically sat
down. Her eyes widened and she felt like a trapped animal. This probably had
something to do with the lustful, predatory gleam in Spike's eyes.
Spike shucked off his duster and tossed it over a sarcophagus, never taking his
eyes off of Willow. He could smell her fear and it excited him. What excited
him even more was the undercurrent of her arousal.
When he reached the bed he placed an arm on either side of Willow, making her
feel even more trapped. She reclined on her elbows, trying to keep some
distance between them. Spike closed his eyes and breathed deeply - relishing
the sound of her increased heartbeat and the sound of her blood rushing just
under her skin as well as the overwhelming scent of HER.
Spike opened his eyes and swept them along the scantily clad form beneath him.
When he returned to her eyes he was pleased to see more lust than fear in them.
He leaned in close and in a voice of pure seduction promised, "Don't worry,
pet. I won't do anything you don't want me to." He cut off any possible reply
by taking her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Willow's eyes briefly widened even further at the intensity of the kiss. Never
before had she been kissed with so much passion - and it thrilled her to the
core. Any further thoughts of protests vanished as she kissed Spike back.
Sitting up a bit to free her arms, she wrapped them around Spike - one around
his waist and one in his hair - and pulled him down on top of her. She started
to pull his shirt from his pants.
Spike pulled back allowing Willow to catch her breath, taking a few unnecessary
ones himself. He gestured with his head towards the pillows at the head of the
bed. Willow nodded and slid back to them, the leather skirt making it easy. She
watched with hungry eyes as Spike hurriedly removed his boots before crawling
up the bed and over her.
Willow stopped him before he could kiss her again and a look of confusion
crossed his face. She placed her hands on his waist and started to slide his
shirt up his body, very slowly. The slow movements of her warm hands against
his flesh were pure torture. Spike pulled back and yanked the t-shirt over his
head. Willow slipped her legs out from under Spike and rose to her knees in
front of him. Hesitantly, she placed her fingers on his bare shoulders. Her
gentle touch sent a shiver down Spike's spine, but he tried to hide it.
As her fingers leisurely began to move down his chest he asked in a tortured
whisper, "What are you doing, Red?"
"Exploring," she replied in a voice full of innocence, contradictory to her
actions.
Spike sat on his heels, allowing Willow to "explore". He closed his eyes as she
finally reached his abs, running her thumbs over the well-defined muscles. He
almost opened his eyes when he felt her hands leave his body, then inhaled
sharply, clenching his jaw, as he felt her breath over where his heart would
be. He felt her hands again, this time on his back. She ran her fingers up his
spine then grasped his shoulders, her mouth still hovering an inch from his
chest.
Spike growled low in his throat, almost a purr, when Willow finally extended
her tongue and ran it from his 'heart' to his neck. She spent the next several
minutes alternately laving his neck with her tongue, kisses and little nips
with her teeth. Spike wanted to hold her, press her body to his, but he found
that his limbs would listen.
Willow was extremely pleased with the whimper that escaped from Spike when she
pulled away from him. His eyes opened, searching for her. He was about to ask
her why she stopped when she ordered, "Lie back." He raised an eyebrow at the
demand, smirking as he complied.
Spike placed his hands under his head and watched as Willow straddled him. He
saw the color rise in her cheeks and spread to her chest when she felt his
arousal. His smirk grew at her embarrassment to the reaction she had provoked
from him. He watched with fascination as she composed herself.
She walked her hands up his chest until she was lying on top of him. She placed
her hands on either side of Spike's head and leaned down to kiss him. Spike
raised his head to capture her lips, but she pulled back. Once again, in a
falsely innocent voice she asked, "Aren't you going to touch me? Or do I have
to do all the work?"
"Oh I'd say you're doing a fine job on your own. But if you insist..." Spike
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him as he crushed his
lips against hers. Willow melted in his arms allowing him to guide this kiss.
When he tried to roll them over Willow broke the kiss and started to trail
kisses down his torso. "Uh-uh," she admonished him from somewhere near his
right nipple. "I'm still playing." She flicked her tongue over his already-hard
nipple, then took it in her mouth, eliciting a groan from Spike. She slid her
way across his chest to pay equal attention to the other side.
Spike stared up at the ceiling wondering what had happened to the sweet
innocent girl he was trying to corrupt. He'd suspected that there was a fire
inside her to rival the color of her hair. He never expected it to be this
fierce. His thoughts were cut off by her lips running along the line above his
jeans. He raised his hips to encourage her to go lower.
Instead Willow re-straddled his waist and ground down onto him. They both
moaned at the contact and Spike was surprised to find that she wasn't blushing
this time. In fact, she had a decidedly feral look in her eyes.
Once again Willow ran her hands from Spike's shoulders down his chest. She
briefly ran her fingers over his erection before trailing her hands up her
thighs, over the skirt. She continued up the velvety bodice, cupping her
breasts as she passed them, up to her shoulders, along her neck and into her
hair. She rocked her hips as she completed her ascent, drawing Spike's eyes
away from her hands.
Spike gasped when he looked at her face again. Gone was the girl he had brought
into his crypt. In her place was someone much more self-assured. He briefly
wondered if this was the Vampire Willow he had seen the night before. The heat
radiating from her body convinced him that she was indeed human. He watched
her, trying to guess what she would do next.
Willow ran her hands back down the sides of her neck and between her breasts.
She ran her fingers back along the cleavage provided by the bodice and toyed
with the top button.
She was teasing Spike and she knew it. She couldn't explain the power she felt
right now. She knew that it had something to do with the glazed hungry look on
Spike's face. Or perhaps it was simply because he was letting her play and
explore. He thought that she was sexy and she could feel how much he wanted
her. She hadn't wanted to believe that she could be as sultry, as sexually
playful as her vampire-self. Yet here she was, straddling a master vampire,
unbuttoning the clothing he had gotten for her.
Willow began to slowly work her way through the rest of the buttons. When the
last one was freed she held the material to her body and asked Spike, "Why are
you being so nice to me?"
Spike blinked and pulled his eyes away from the hint of flesh showing between
the edges of the material to look at her face. "What's that?"
"I asked you why you're being so nice to me. Letting me play and all."
He ran his hands along the exposed skin of her thighs. He considered giving
some snide remark, but didn't want her to get up and leave. Instead he
shrugged, "Looked like you could use some... fun."
Willow slid her hands up along the opening, separating the material a bit more.
When she reached the top she slid it off her shoulders. Spike grasped her
thighs tightly as she revealed her bare breasts. She crossed her arms over her
chest, hiding them from view and Spike glanced at her face to see if she'd
changed her mind. What he saw was a look of pure mischief and want.
"Hey Spike," Willow huskily whispered, "wanna play?"
"Bloody hell yes," he breathed.
Spike surged up, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as his hands moved hers
to his shoulders. He then covered her breasts with his hands. Willow gasped
into his mouth at the difference between warm hands and cool ones. She
instantly decided that it was a welcome variation. His cool skin was a perfect
balance to her over-heated flesh.
She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped when Spike moved to rain cool, wet
kisses down her throat. He paused to suck at the skin above the pulse in her
neck. He grazed blunt teeth over her neck and shoulder, tempted to sink his
fangs into her, but knowing that the time wasn't right... yet. He slid his
hands around to her back, supporting her as she leaned away from his body, as
he moved his kisses to her chest.
Moments after Spike enveloped a breast in his cool mouth Willow rocked hard
against him and cried out his name. Spike grinned around her breast, reveling
in the heat emanating from between her thighs. With one last lick across her
nipple he pulled back.
"Like that now, did we pet?" he grinned.
"Oh, yes," Willow breathed. She slid off Spike's lap to lie on her back. "Just
give me a second to catch my breath."
Spike waited a beat, lip curled in a half smile. "One," he said before
engulfing her other breast.
"Spike," Willow half scolded, half moaned, clutching his head to her body.
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Part 4
Willow woke up feeling a slight chill. She pulled the covers further up her
body, and then she tried to pull down the sleeves on her nightshirt. She sat
bolt upright as she realized that she was topless in bed. She looked around the
room, growing more nervous. She wasn't in her bedroom – it looked like she was
in a... crypt. What could she be doing in a crypt half-naked?
She heard a noise and cautiously looked next to her. The blood drained from her
face as she saw Spike, also topless, blindly reaching into the space she had
recently vacated.
Willow quickly crossed her arms over her chest as Spike rolled onto his back.
He opened his eyes, idly running a hand over his chest. "Mornin' Red."
"G-good morning... Spike." Willow glanced around the room, the darkness making
it difficult for her to judge the time. "W-what time is it?"
Spike reached across her body to pick up an alarm clock off the night table. He
held it up for Willow to see – it was just after 8am.
She reached under the covers to make sure she still had the leather skirt on
and audibly sighed with relief to find that she did, causing Spike to smirk.
She tried to slide out of the bed but Spike reached out and pulled her back
down on top of him.
"Going somewhere pet?" he asked.
"School. I've gotta get ready for school." Willow tried to push herself away
while keeping her chest covered. It wasn't working very well. Especially with
the way that Spike's arms were wrapped around her.
"Don't I get a good morning kiss?" Without waiting for an answer Spike raised
his head and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Willow forgot about her naked
chest and slid her hands into Spike's already mussed up hair. She was quite
breathless by the time Spike let her up for air.
He rolled them over, effectively trapping her beneath him. "Now what's this
'bout school?" he asked, lowering his head to lick and nibble on her neck.
"School?" she dazedly repeated. Her eyes widened again, "Oh right, school. I
should probably go there." She didn't make any attempt to move, much to Spike's
pleasure.
"You know..." he started to caress a breast with his hand. "You could always
call in sick."
"Sick?" she repeated again. "But I'm not sick." Willow began running her hands
along Spike's chest. 'Well,' she amended to herself, 'maybe a little mentally
ill to be here with Spike like this.'
"True." He agreed. "But you did tell the Slayer that you weren’t feeling well
last night. So she'll believe you if you say that you stayed home because you
still felt ill."
"But..." she started to protest again. She was cut short by Spike taking her
other, until-now untouched, breast into his mouth. "Okay," she breathed.
Spike smiled around the flesh in his mouth. That was easier than he thought it
would be. Not only was this 'good girl' writhing beneath him, but she was
readily expanding on the lies she told the night before. She didn't even
protest the lying.
He pulled away abruptly and got off the bed, leaving Willow panting. He tossed
her the clothes she had arrived in. "Best go find a phone then."
He searched his duster for a cigarette and lighter. He watched the confused
girl as she hesitantly got dressed under the covers. The transformation back
into the shy nerd was remarkable.
Willow stood and silently put on her shoes. She was at a complete loss at what
to do. A minute ago Spike was in bed with her, making her feel really good. Now
he seemed perfectly content to just smoke. Had she done something wrong? Was he
only humoring her and really wanted her gone?
She finally looked at him when she was fully dressed. "So where's the phone?"
she quietly asked.
As fun as this was, Spike wanted her to come back and not run away once she was
out in the sunlight, where he couldn't follow. He reached into his pocket and
handed her some change and a few dollars. "If you go right when you leave the
cemetery there's a convenience store about a block away. They've got a phone
there. And pick up some stuff for breakfast. You're probably starving."
Willow blinked at the money in her hand, and at his words. He really did want
her to come back. A slow smile lit her face at that realization. She swiftly
closed the space between them and pulled Spike down into a kiss.
"Be right back," she grinned as she bounced out of the crypt.
Spike dumbly gazed after her, again amazed at the transformation in Willow.
This was going to be a very interesting day.

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Willow returned to the crypt, carefully opening the door only wide enough for
her to slip in, trying to minimize the amount of sunlight she allowed in with
her. Spike was sitting in one of the chairs watching something on the
television. He didn't turn when he heard the door open, knowing that it would
be Willow.
"Started to think you weren't coming back," he teased.
Willow walked over to sit in the other chair, apologizing, "Sorry. I figured
that I should call Giles as well as the school to let him know I wouldn't be in
today. Then I had to convince him that it wasn't anything serious and I'd see
him on Monday. He sounded kinda skeptical, but didn't press too hard. At least
I didn't have to talk to Buffy and Xander. Although I should probably be home
by the time school lets out 'cause they'll probably stop by..."
Spike rolled his eyes somewhere in the middle of her explanation, sorry that he
had brought it up. He was only being polite, which he realized was a mistake.
He pushed himself out of his chair and was pressing his lips to Willow's before
she realized that he had moved, silencing her.
"So what'd you get for breakfast?" he asked when he sat back down.
It took a moment for Willow to process the question. She reached for the
plastic bag and dumped the contents onto the table between the chairs - a
banana, Pop-tarts, a small bottle of orange juice and some mini-donuts. "I
wasn't sure if you'd want anything, but you're welcome to share." She grabbed
the orange juice and Pop-tarts and started to eat.
"Nah, thanks though." He turned back to the TV, watching Willow out of the
corner of his eye. He started watching her more that the program when she
picked up the banana. He noticed the slight blush rise on her cheeks as she
unpeeled it, almost caressing it.
Willow knew how uncomfortable Xander always gets when she eats bananas and had
asked her not to do it in front of him anymore. She was curious to see if it
was just Xander being Xander or if it was a guy thing. It never occurred to her
that it was how she ate the banana, since this is how she had always done it.
She began nibbling the sides of it, making sure that it was fresh on all
around. Tiny nips down to the peel then back up the other side to the top. The
banana had still been a little green so she took the top into her mouth and
sucked on it, trying to soften it with the heat of her mouth. Spike was
instantly hard and barely contained a growl. A whimper escaped and he shifted
uncomfortably in his seat when Willow finally bit into the fruit and began to
chew.
She turned her head, mumbling around the food in her mouth, "You 'kay?"
"Fine," he croaked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You made a noise."
"Did not," he tried to deny. He reached over and took the banana away from
Willow as she moved to take another bite, setting it down on the table.
"Oh," she blushed. 'Nope, not just Xander,' she thought.
Spike kept hold of her hand and pulled her over so that she was kneeling in
front of him. "Just thought you could be using your mouth for something else."
He promptly took her mouth in a fierce kiss.
Spike held Willow's face in his hands as he guided the kiss, sweeping her mouth
with his tongue. Willow was gripping his shoulders in an attempt to keep
herself upright, thankful that she was already on her knees, because this kiss
was making them weak. She had to agree that this was a much better use for her
mouth.
Willow reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, needing to breathe and Spike trailed
his mouth over her jaw up to her ear then down her neck. He grew even harder as
he nibbled and sucked at her pulse. He could feel the blood rushing through her
and her increased heart rate. Willow moaned at his ministrations, running her
hands over his chest and thighs.
Spike captured one of her hands while it was on his thigh and moved it to his
denim-clad erection. Willow's eyes grew wide and she tried to pull her hand
away but Spike held it in place, using her hand to rub him through his jeans.
Realization struck Willow that *she* did this to him. No wonder Xander objected
to her banana eating. She moaned and squeezed him on her own.
Spike pulled back to watch Willow's face as he moved both hands to his belt.
Her eyes were slightly glazed with lust and excitement. He kept their eyes
locked as he slowly unbuckled his belt and then opened the button and unzipped
his jeans. He sighed as his erection was freed from the confinement of his
pants.
Again he lifted Willow's hand and wrapped it around himself. He kept his hand
on hers, encouraging her to stroke him. Willow broke eye contact to look at his
lap. Her breath hitched. He was bigger... longer... than she would have
guessed. Not that she had, of course. She could feel herself getting wet
between her legs.
Spike smelled her arousal and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't
sure how she would handle this, but was feeling optimistic given how responsive
she had been so far. He decided to try his luck a little further. He reached
for Willow's head and began lowering it to his lap.
Willow froze. She raised her eyes back to Spike's face, worry and nervousness
racing across her features.
"What is it pet?" Spike soothed, praying that she wasn't going to run for the
hills. Even the small amount of fear he could feel radiating from her now was
exciting him.
"I-it's just... I mean... I've never..." Willow stuttered.
'She really is innocent,' Spike thought. 'Bloody wonderful.' To Willow he said,
"You'll do fine. Just treat it like a banana." He began lowering her head, but
paused. "Just don't bite it off," he warned settling himself back in the chair
to get comfortable.
Willow smiled and lowered her head, without Spike's help, although his hands
did stay wrapped in her hair. She gingerly placed her hands on his hips as she
swiped the tip of his erection with her tongue. Spike moaned at the contact,
which did amazing things for Willow's confidence.
With renewed purpose Willow began lightly nibbling down one side of Spike's
erection, her tongue darting out between her teeth as she moved. When she
reached the base she dragged her tongue along the underside of him, touching
the top of his sac in order to nibble her way back up the other side, causing
Spike to clench his jaw. His suppressed moan came out as a whimper as he tried
to keep Willow from knowing how much she was affecting him.
When she reached the tip again she ran her tongue around it. She decided to
switch food groups and lowered her head back to the base to lick him from
bottom to top, like an ice cream cone. Once she had made a complete circuit she
returned to the tip, sweeping it with her tongue to catch the moisture that was
there.
Spike couldn't stop himself from growling "Red" when Willow took the head into
her mouth and sucked hard. He tightened his hold on her hair at the heat of her
mouth surrounding him. Then she lowered her head even further, taking him
halfway into her mouth. Knowing that she had never done this before, and
finding that incredibly hard to believe, he didn't press her to go further. It
didn't really matter as he was on the ragged edge as it was.
Spike managed to disentangle one hand from her head and took a hold of one of
her hands. He moved slowly, as if in pain. He placed her hand on the lower part
of his erection so that she could stroke the part she couldn't reach with her
mouth. Being the smart girl that she was Willow figured out what he wanted.
It wasn't long before Willow heard, "Oh, bloody... hell... I'm gonna..." as
Spike cried out his release. Willow had pulled back slightly so that there
wasn't so much of him in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could and
being the perfectionist that she was, didn't miss much. She sat back on her
heals, licking her lips, watching Spike. He was unnecessarily breathing hard.
When he had the strength to move he gestured for her to climb onto his lap,
which Willow eagerly did. He tucked himself back into his jeans then pulled
Willow into a leisurely kiss, tasting himself on her tongue.
"You sure you never did that before?" he smirked when he pulled back.
"Uh huh. Did I do okay?"
Spike raised an eyebrow, amazed that she was still so uncertain about herself.
"You did better than okay," he reassured her, taking her mouth in another kiss.
He slid his hand under her skirt, running it along her thigh as they kissed.
Willow mewled into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolling her
hips towards him. He ran his fingers up her inner thigh and she willingly
spread her legs a bit wider for him. She lightly bit his tongue in surprise
when she felt his fingertips bush over her wet panties.
Spike paused when she bit him before resuming to lightly rub her through the
damp cloth. His other hand smoothed down her back and slipped under her top,
moving back up to graze a breast. Willow shivered and broke the kiss to remove
her top completely then attacked his mouth again. Spike sniggered into her
mouth; one hand cupping her breast as the other slipped under her panties and
ran the length of her slit.
"Please Spike," Willow mewled against his lips. "Please."
Spike, not needing any additional encouragement, slid a finger inside her.
Willow's nails dug into his scalp at the intrusion. Spike groaned into the
kiss, adding a second finger to his ministrations. She broke the kiss, taking
several panting breaths before trailing her lips to his ear. She made pleasure-
filled keening sounds into Spike's ear as she licked and nibbled the flesh
behind his ear. He slid his thumb up to rub her clit and Willow nearly wriggled
out of his lap. She bit him, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to
cause Spike to ground out, "Bloody hell."
"Sorry," she mumbled before licking the mark.
"S'okay," he whispered. "Feel free to do it again," he smirked. And she did.
Spike rolled his eyes and renewed his efforts to bring her to orgasm.
He slid the hand on her breast down her belly and lowered his mouth to her now-
free flesh. He licked and nibbled on the hard nipple as his hand made patterns
on her stomach from breastbone to bellybutton.
"Spi-ike," Willow crooned into his neck. She could feel the pleasure building
inside her.
On the next downward path of his hand Spike flicked Willow's navel ring, then
gave it a light tug. This had the desired effect, literally tugging the orgasm
out of Willow. She cried out his name as her entire body tensed - nails digging
into his scalp and shoulder, internal muscles clamping on his fingers.
She whimpered as Spike withdrew his fingers from inside her, resting her head
on his shoulder. She watched in numb fascination as Spike raised his fingers to
his lips and licked them clean. Once his hand was free of all traces of her
climax he lowered his face to hers, kissing her gently.
He moved his arm back under her legs and slowly stood.
"Where're we going?" Willow sleepily asked.
"Just to the bed."
"'K," she nodded against his chest.
Spike set her down on the bed then crawled over her to lie next to her. He
didn't want to show it, but he was just as knackered as she was. He pulled an
already sleeping Willow close and held her as she slept.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Part 5
Spike lay on his side and watched as Willow slowly roused from her nap. A self-
satisfied smirk graced his face as he recalled how she came to be so tuckered
out. He couldn't wait for her to wake up so that they could continue with her
sexual explorations.
He idly traced a path along her spine and she snuggled closer to him, not
wanting to give up on the glorious dreams of being with Spike. He scooted down
the bed until his face was level with hers. He then began placing soft kisses
against her lips. Willow moaned at the contact, the corners of her lips turning
up into a smile as she fully woke and hungrily kissed him back. Her hand, which
had been resting between their bodies, began to rub his chest before making its
way into his tussled hair.
As Willow kissed him breathless (had he needed to breathe, that is), Spike's
hand made a final pass down her back and squeezed her bum, pulling her body
even closer to his. He rolled his hips to meet her equally wriggly body, making
certain that she felt his now fully hard erection. Willow whimpered into his
mouth, both pleased that she could so easily provoke such a reaction in him,
and at the same time nervous about what he expected from her now.
Reluctantly Willow pulled out of the kiss, willing her body into stillness as
she tried to calm her breathing. Once she felt sufficiently composed she looked
into the brilliantly blue, confused, eyes of the vampire beside her.
"What do you want from me?" she sighed, dropping her eyes.
With a roll of his hips he leered, "What do you think?"
Willow pushed him onto his back and sat up, crossing her arms over her chest.
She turned to look at Spike, annoyance clearly written across her face at his
response.
"Be serious Spike."
"Was serious, pet." He rolled his eyes. It was becoming blatantly obvious that
the redhead wanted to talk and he knew that if he didn't play along he'd never
get to touch her again, let alone shag her. He grabbed his cigarettes off the
table next to the bed and waited for her to get off her chest whatever was
bothering her so that he could get back on it.
"What is this to you? I mean, are you just planning on having your wicked way
with me and then disappearing again? Or are you doing this to flaunt it in
front of Buffy later? Or were you just bored and needed something to occupy
your time? Or..."
Spike cut her off with a searing kiss that left the redhead incapable of
speech, let alone a coherent thought when it was over. He ran his fingers
through her hair, locking eyes with hers.
"You're the reason I came back to this sodding town. Couldn't get you outta my
head. I couldn't care less what that bitch of a slayer thinks about me, so long
as this doesn't get me a stake through my heart. I already told you I wouldn't
do nothin' you didn't want me to do. I meant that. 'Course, I want nothing more
than to shag you blind, but I can wait so long as you come back to me."
Willow pulled him into a kiss, tears of relief silently falling down her
cheeks. After several delightful minutes Willow released his mouth and hugged
him tightly.
"I promise I'll be back." She quickly moved off the bed in search of her shoes.
Spike blinked from where he lay on the bed, then was at her side in a flash.
"Ah, going somewhere, pet?"
"Yeah, I need to get home. School should be letting out soon and I should
really be there in case Buffy or Xander decide to check on me, which they
probably will. I really don't want to have to deal with Buffy if she thinks I
was playing hooky, which of course I was, but she doesn't need to know that.
And like you said, we don't want you getting all staked, which is exactly what
Buffy would do if she thought that I had ditched school to be with you."
As much as he was loath to admit she was right, he reluctantly did. "Alright.
I'll be by as soon as the sun sets."
"Shouldn't I just come back here?" Willow asked.
"It'll be safer if I come to you. There's all kinds of nasties out there at
night, wouldn't want something to happen to you," he smirked, eyebrow raised.
"That's right, the only big bad I want after me is standing right here."
"You know it."
Spike followed Willow to the door, pulling her into one more passionate kiss
before letting her leave. He needed to do everything possible to ensure that
she would see him again once she had time to think this through, away from him.
As the door closed he unnecessarily sighed as he rested his head against the
door. "Please don't run scared, Red. Please," he whispered to himself and
anyone else who might be listening.

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Willow's thoughts had been babbling a mile a minute on her walk home. She
hardly knew what to make of her situation with Spike. A huge part of her was
embarrassed by her activities with the blond vampire. After all, he was an evil
blood-sucking fiend... an incredibly sexy and seductive evil blood-sucking
fiend. She should not be doing the things she was allowing him to do with her.
When she reached her house she grabbed her robe out of her bedroom and headed
for the bathroom. A nice relaxing bath was just what she needed, she thought.
As the tub filled with water and a nice layer of foam from the bubble bath
she'd added, Willow stripped out of her clothes. She watched herself in the
mirror on the back of the door as her body was revealed.
She had always been shy and embarrassed about her body. She couldn't imagine
what Spike saw in her. Her skin was very pale... but being a vampire that
probably wasn't an issue to him. She slipped off her bra, cupping her breasts
in her hands. She had always thought that they were a bit on the small side,
especially compared to Buffy or Cordelia. She slid her hands down to her hips
and eased off her panties. Her eyes returned to the mirror and she gasped at
the woman she saw reflected back. She turned slightly, this way and that,
viewing her body from every angle. She had to admit, that it wasn't as bad as
she had imagined it to be.
She eased her body into the warm water with a sigh. She reluctantly admitted to
herself that maybe her body wasn't as pathetic as she had thought if Spike was
interested in her. She still wasn't ready to believe that he had returned to
Sunnydale to see her. She just wasn't the type of girl to cause master vampires
to be drawn to them. She was the shy, quiet one, the friend... never the lover.
The word made her blush, even in her thoughts. But Spike wanted to be her
lover. The question now was did she want to let him?
She remembered the feel of his lips and hands on her body... His kisses that
set her skin on fire... His mouth on her breasts... His fingers inside her...
His erection filling her mouth...
Willow moaned as her fingers lightly ran over her sensitive skin. She could
feel herself becoming aroused at her memories. 'Oh yeah,' she thought to
herself, 'I definitely want to let him make love to me.'
Willow was shaken from her naughty thoughts by a banging on the front door. She
shook the naughty Spike thoughts out of her head as she quickly dried herself
off and pulled on her robe, rushing down the stairs. She was flushed and
sweaty, panting slightly when she pulled the door open to a worried-looking
Buffy.
"Hey Will, how ya feeling?" the slayer asked as she entered the house, noting
Willow's flushed face.
"Better. I was just taking a bath, which you kinda interrupted, and it helped a
lot," the flustered redhead responded.
"Oh, I won't stay too long then. I just wanted to make sure you weren't at
death's door or something."
"No, no death's door," Willow stuttered, thinking about how she had spent the
day in a crypt.
"Well that's good. Did you want to do something tonight, like watch movies?"
"Don't you have to patrol?" Willow nervously asked. "Actually, I was planning
on going to bed early tonight. You know, rest the body, get the sick germs
out."
"That sounds like a good idea. We want a healthy Willow back at school on
Monday."
Willow breathed a sigh of relief as Buffy turned back towards the door. She
didn't know how she would have explained Spike showing up on her doorstep if
Buffy had insisted on staying.
"Okay, well you take it easy and I'll talk to you later this weekend."
"Don't worry Buffy, I plan on getting lots of bedrest this weekend." Her
thoughts amended, 'Well, lots of time in bed, but probably not too much rest.
Bad Willow!'
As she said goodbye to her friend Willow noticed the sun beginning to set. She
raced back up to her room to start getting ready for Spike to come get her. Now
that she had decided to sleep with Spike, she wanted to make sure that he'd
still want to.

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Spike pulled up in front of the Rosenberg residence shortly after sundown. He
knew that if he'd had a pulse it would be racing at the thought of being with
his witch again. Something told him that he'd get to bed her tonight. He knew
that she wanted him, against her better judgement, which suited him just fine.
Spike started to approach the front door, then stopped mid-step. Who did he
think he was, going to knock on the front door like some nancy school-boy on
his first date. He shook his head and lit a cigarette, altering his course to
head around to the back of the house. He saw a light coming from a window on
the second floor in what he assumed to be the redhead's room.
He easily leaped onto the second floor balcony and prepared to knock on the
French doors. His had stilled half-way to the glass at the sight before him.
Willow was putting the finishing touches on her hair. She had done it up like
she had that Halloween she'd been turned into a ghost - all piled up on her
head with lots of strands pulled out framing her face and flirting with her
neck and shoulders. She was wearing the outfit he had given her last night. She
looked even more stunning bathed in the light. The dark green of the velvet
bodice offset her pale skin deliciously. And her neck looked so inviting with
her hair up and the low cut top... didn't she know she was tempting fate by
flaunting her neck to a vampire?
Willow turned away from admiring herself in the mirror. 'Yep,' she told
herself, 'this should definitely do the trick.' She eeped when she turned
towards her balcony doors and saw Spike standing there, hand raised to knock.
She quickly made her way across her room and opened the door to the stunned
vampire. "Spike, hi. What'cha doin' just standin' there?"
"Red," he nodded, getting a hold of his faculties. He took a step towards her,
hitting the invisible barrier. "Ah, pet? Ya think I might warrant an invite?"
"Oh sorry, Spike. Come in, I invite you to come in."
Spike smirked as he entered the girl's bedroom. He immediately took her into
her arms. He started to lean in to kiss her when an errant thought occurred to
him. "Ah, you're parents aren't home, are they?"
Willow shook her head, "Uh-uh. They've been at a conference for a week and
won't be back till late next week."
"Good." He swooped down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. They'd only been
apart for a few hours, but it felt like it had been ages since he'd tasted her.
Willow moaned into his mouth, sliding her hands under his duster and along his
back, relishing the feel of his red silk shirt beneath her fingers.
Willow eventually pulled back for some much needed air, dragging deep drafts
into her lungs. Once she was able to form words she asked, "So what'd you wanna
do tonight?"
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow, looking past her towards her bed.
Willow blushed a lovely shade of red. "I meant besides that. Did you want to
stay here or go to the Bronze or back to the crypt?"
"Well, your little friends think you're sick right? So that rules out the
Bronze. And I'd rather not have to worry about them interruptin' anything, so
that rules out staying here. Looks like were headed back to the crypt." He
mumbled the last against her lips, leaving no doubt in the redhead's mind as to
what would be happening there.
She took a shuddering breath, sighing, "Okay." She pressed her lips firmly
against Spike's, eager to get this show on the road.
"Right then," he agreed after Willow released his mouth. He took her hand and
headed back towards the balcony doors.
"Uh, Spike. Maybe we could use the front door? For those of us who aren't
vampires."
"Oh, right." He turned and let Willow lead him out of her room. She grabbed her
backpack on the way out.

                               ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
In the car Spike couldn't restrain himself from commenting on the bag sitting
on the floor. "Planning on catching up on some homework tonight luv?" he
teased.
Willow hesitantly answered, "No... just brought along some stuff I thought I
might need. You know, extra clothes, food, that kind of stuff..."
"Planning on stayin' long then are we?"
Willow paled. "I assumed... I mean I thought... If you don't want me around..."
Spike rolled his eyes. 'Humans and their stupid insecurities.' He reached a
hand out and ran it down her arm, clasping her hand. "'Course I want you
around. Wouldn't be taking you back to m' crypt if I didn't. Just didn't expect
you to plan ahead."
"Well I am the smart one you know. Always thinking and planning."
"And right glad I am about that." He squeezed her hand again as they pulled up
in front of the cemetery. "Well, here we are."
Willow asked herself one more time if she was ready for this. She was about to
give her virginity to a vampire. Was she completely nuts? One look into his
lust-glazed icy blue eyes quickened her heartbeat. Oh, yes, she was sure.
Willow flashed him a bright smile, grabbed her backpack, and stepped out of the
car.
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Part 6
Spike closely observed the redhead's reaction as they entered the crypt. He
wanted this to be as romantic for her as possible, knowing that this would be
her first time. He'd had to make do with what he'd had on hand, considering
that he picked her up just after sunset. He was rather pleased with the result.
He watched Willow's eyes light up and heard her sharp intake of breath when
they arrived. The room was bathed in candlelight, even more so than the night
before. The smoke rising from the dozens of flames lent a hazy glow to the
room, making it look more inviting than its originally intended purpose.
The smell of salt-water caught Spike's attention and he nervously concentrated
on her face. Willow's eyes were bright with unshed tears. Spike was about to
ask what was wrong when Willow breathed, "It's beautiful."
She smiled over at Spike – a smile full of admiration for his thoughtfulness
that also held a promise of how she would show her appreciation.
"'S not much, but I'm glad you like it." Spike sauntered closer to Willow,
slipping the backpack off her shoulder and setting it on a chair as he moved to
face her. He allowed his hand to run down her left arm, sending a shiver down
her spine. He raised her delicate hand to his lips and proceeded to place
gentle kisses on her knuckles.
Willow closed her eyes against the gentle act. She hadn't expected him to be so
tender. She was well aware that Spike was an evil vampire, so why wasn't he
simply taking her? Not that she wanted him to force himself on her, that would
be very bad, but she was completely unprepared for romance. She felt him turn
her hand over and begin to place soft kisses and occasional licks on the palm
of her hand.
She didn't notice the single tear of contentment slip from under her eyelid,
but Spike did. He turned his face away from the delectable taste of the girl's
skin when he smelled her tear. He noticed that Willow had her eyes closed with
a look of pure bliss and a small smile curving her lips. So why the tear?
The small wet drop moved down her cheek unchecked. Spike met the drop near
Willow's jaw, stopping it with this tongue. He then retraced its path back up
her face to her eye where he placed a kiss on her temple.
The cool trail left by Spike's tongue sent another shiver through Willow.
"Spike," she whimpered as he continued to place soft kisses along her jaw and
neck.
"Yes, pet?" he whispered near her ear. He could smell how aroused she was
already from the simple touches.
Willow raised her hands, which until now had been hanging by her sides, to
capture his face. She opened her eyes and met his, knowing he'd be able to see
her desire as clearly as she could see his. "Stop teasing," she huskily
instructed as she captured his mouth.
Not one to argue with a beautiful woman, Spike kissed her eagerly, wrapping his
arms around her, pulling her against his hard body. Willow moaned into his
mouth, digging her fingers into his hair.
Spike broke the kiss long enough to reach an arm under Willow's legs and lift
her into his arms. She immediately reclaimed his lips. Spike swiftly moved to
his bed and set his precious armload down near the foot of the bed. Willow
refused to relinquish her hold on him though and pulled him to sit next to her,
slipping her tongue into his mouth.
As Willow maintained her tight grip on his head, Spike straddled her lap. He
shucked his duster, with Willow's help, letting it fall on the ground. He
placed his hands on her hips, then pulling out of the kiss he tossed her
further up the bed so that her head was resting on the pillows, hair flaming
around her face, lips red and swollen from their heated kisses.
Willow's breath quickened as she watched Spike crawl up the bed and over her
body. The predatory gleam in his eyes turned her on more that she would ever
have thought possible. She idly wondered if she really did have a thing for bad
boys and monsters – first a musician/werewolf and now a bad-ass vampire. All
thoughts fled her mind as Spike's mouth hovered above hers. He was teasing her
again, holding his entire body just above hers.
Spike felt her moist breath against his face, enjoying the heat radiating from
the body beneath him. It was pure torture to not give in to his immediate
desires and simply take her. He took comfort in the knowledge that Willow was
just as tortured as he.
Instead of simply raising herself a mere inch to reach his mouth Willow opted
to up the stakes in Spike's game. She locked eyes with him, acknowledging his
test of wills as she set her hands on Spike's hips, her thumbs resting just
above his pants. Ever so slowly she slid her hands up until they rested on his
buttocks and gently squeezed.
A low growl rumbled through Spike's chest. He had to remind himself that he was
the Big Bad - he would not submit to this girl. He clenched his jaw at the grin
that spread across his witch's face.
"Something wrong Spike?" she innocently asked, her finger tracing the seam on
the back of his jeans.
Spike growled again, this time in warning.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Without waiting for a response Willow
closed the small distance between them, molding her mouth to Spike's. He moaned
into her mouth, extremely relieved that she had capitulated first. If she
hadn't kissed him when she did he would have broken. Instead he relaxed into
the kiss, passionate as it was.
Willow's hands pulled Spike's shirts out of his pants to rest on his cool
flesh. She snaked them around to his chest, pressing him back with her wrists.
She let her fingernails scrape over his nipples before removing them from under
his shirt.
Repeating her earlier words, Spike moaned, "Stop teasing."
"I'm not." Willow eased Spike into a kneeling position. She moved her hands
back to his chest and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. Realizing that she was
undressing him, Spike ceased his complaining. Once the silk shirt had been
properly discarded the black t-shirt joined it on the floor.
"Much better," she purred, lowering her face to nuzzle his bare chest.
As Willow began to cover every inch of his chest in wet kisses, Spike began to
unbutton Willow's top. His fingers blindly sought out each new button, his
vision being obstructed by the redhead attached to his chest. He sighed as the
last button was freed from its loop and he removed the garment from her body.
As much as he was enjoying what Willow's mouth was doing, he wanted the chance
to reciprocate. He gently pried the redhead away from his body, relishing her
whimpers of protest, and laid her back on the bed. He pressed a hard kiss to
her lips before he moved down to her throat and ultimately to her breasts.
He licked the soft mounds, taking care to cover inch. Willow arched her back
into his mouth, encouraging his actions. Her fingers wound their way into his
bleach-blond hair, preventing him from removing his attentions, as if he would.
Rather than remove his mouth from her body, he instead moved further south. His
hands replaced his mouth, tweaking her nipples and massaging her flesh, as his
tongue made random patterns across her belly. Eventually he reached one of the
first surprises this girl had shown him – her navel ring.
Spike was prepared to use his every advantage to remind Willow of her wild side
and paid particular attention to the small piece of metal piercing her flesh.
He lapped at her bellybutton, catching the ring with his tongue on every
stroke. Willow's initial giggle turned into mewls of pleasure. She had no idea
when she had gotten the piercing that it would lead to so much pleasure.
Willow used her grip on Spike's hair to pull him back up to her mouth. She
pulled him down on top of her, crushing his cool chest again her hot one. Her
hands ran over his back, unable to get enough of the feel of him.
Spike rolled them onto their sides so that he was able to unzip the leather
skirt. He realized that he wouldn't be able to remove it tangled up as they
were. He rolled away from Willow and stood next to the bed. He reached for the
skirt and eased it off her body, removing her boots as well.
The vision before him took his non-existent breath away. Willow lay before him
like a pale goddess wearing nothing but a shy smile and a pair of dark green
bikini panties. Her face and chest began to blush under Spike's scrutiny. When
he still hadn't moved or spoken after a minute she began to shift and try to
cover herself.
"No, don't," he whispered. "It's just... you're so beautiful."
"Thanks." Willow's blush deepened as she looked up at him through her lashes.
"Aren't you gonna finish?"
Spike silently, reverently, removed her last article of clothing. As he allowed
Willow a moment to adjust to being naked with him, Spike quickly shed the
remainder of his clothes.
Now it was Willow's turn to stare. She openly admired Spike's pale, toned body.
Her eyes took in his form from his muscular chest to his narrow waist, past
his, gulp, prominent erection, and down his shapely legs.
"Like what you see?" he smirked, sitting next to her again.
"Mmm hmm." Willow licked her lips as she remembered the feel of him inside her
mouth that morning. She reached out and gently ran her hand the length of
Spike's arousal. Spike clenched his jaw, not wanting to lose control so soon.
He decided to draw her attention away from his body and maneuvered them so that
Willow once again lay on her back and Spike lay next to her on his side. He
lowered his head to recapture a breast as a hand ran up her thigh and between
her legs. He ran his fingers through the hairs at the apex of her thighs before
dipping down to lightly part her folds.
Willow moaned and bucked into his hand, inadvertently stopping her actions to
pay closer attention to Spike's, much to his relief. Spike nibbled at her flesh
with blunt teeth, slipping a finger inside Willow's heat. He moaned at the
thought that soon he would be sheathed inside that glorious fire, but first he
needed to prepare her body for him. A second finger soon joined the first,
easily moving within her slick channel.
Willow's breath was coming in short pants. Her eyes were closed so that she
could concentrate better on the wonderful feelings Spike was creating in her.
One of her hands held his head to her chest, reflexively clenching against his
scalp in time with the motions of his fingers. Her breath hitched as Spike's
thumb began rubbing small circles on her clit and a low ragged moan escaped her
lips.
"Spike, please..." she begged.
"Please what?" he mumbled against her skin, knowing exactly what she was
begging for, but wanting her to say it nonetheless.
"Please..." Willow pleaded again. With what little concentration she could
muster she pulled Spike's mouth back up to meet her own, devouring him. The
combination of his lips on hers, his tongue now delving into her mouth, his
hard, smooth, cool chest against hers, and the magic of his fingers inside her
was too much for her. Her cry of release was lost in Spike's mouth as her
entire body shook from the force of her climax.
Spike continued to leisurely move his fingers inside of Willow, easing her down
from her climax. His kisses slowed in intensity as well, no longer devouring so
much as gently brushing against each other's lips.
Willow let out a contented sigh as Spike finally eased his fingers from her
body. "That was... That was... Oh my..."
"So I gathered," Spike grinned. His eyes mischievously lit up as he asked,
"Ready for more?"
A brief flash of worry crossed Willow's face. She nibbled her bottom lip before
meeting his eyes again. "Will it hurt?"
"Probably," he casually replied. Noting the increasingly nervous look cross her
face he hastily added, "But only for a little bit. Then it'll be nothin' but
pleasure."
"Promise?" she quietly asked.
Moving between her legs, Spike brought himself to her entrance. Just as quietly
he reassured her, "Promise."
He resumed the soft, gentle kisses they had recently shared, waiting for her to
relax. When Willow wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer, Spike
eased his head inside her heat. Slowly Spike began easing himself inside the
redhead's tight, hot, passage until he hit her maidenhead. He pulled back,
preparing to push through, taking her innocence. Breaking the kiss, he rested
his forehead against Willow's and asked, "Ready?"
Willow nodded her head, bracing herself for the pain she was expecting. Spike
pushed his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside her. Willow cried out
at the sudden intrusion into her body, biting down on Spike's shoulder - not
enough to break the skin, but there would definitely be teeth marks.
Spike paused for a minute, in part to let her adjust to him, but also to get
over the shock of her bite. 'I can't believe she bloody well bit me. I am most
definitely going to have to return the favor.'
Spike waited until Willow unlocked her teeth from his shoulder before he began
moving inside her. He pulled nearly all the way out before sliding fully inside
her again. This time Willow's response was much more pleasurable, kind of a
cross between a grunt and a moan. Spike continued his leisurely pace as her
body adjusted and relaxed around him.
Willow recaptured his mouth, encouraging his actions, showing him how much she
was now starting to enjoy it. Her hands roamed over his back and buttocks,
learning the way the muscles moved under his flesh as his body moved over and
in her. Experimentally she began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts, her
legs wrapping around his thighs. The moan that escaped her mouth confirmed that
this was most definitely a good thing. Her hands returned to his bum, pulling
him closer each time he moved forward. She could feel the wonderful sensations
gathering in her body again. Without knowing exactly what she needed she
whispered in his ear, "More."
Spike could sense that she was close, her walls and stomach were fluttering
delightfully. He had been ready to come since the moment he'd entered her. He
also knew exactly what would allow them both to find release. His hips began
moving faster. His mouth, which had been licking and kissing her neck, moved
down towards her chest. He morphed and sank his fangs into her right breast.
Willow's nails dug into his back as she cried out in surprise and release. Her
clenching muscles combined with the overwhelming taste of her blood sent Spike
over the edge as well.
Willow's brain could barely function after her powerful orgasm, but the
thought, 'He bit me,' circled through her head.
Spike removed his fangs from her breast, returned to his human features, and
continued to lick the puncture marks until the bleeding stopped. Then he eased
out of her body, eliciting a sigh from Willow. He kissed his way over her
still-fluttering belly until his face was between her thighs. He took a moment
to appreciate the combined scents of their release and her blood before gently
lapping at her center.
Willow raised herself onto her elbows and looked down at Spike. "Spike, what
are you..." A groan cut off any further words as Spike's tongue dipped into her
sensitive channel. He swiped his tongue up to her clit, causing her back to
arch reflexively. "Spike... please... I can't... not again... not yet..." she
pleaded. He looked up at her face and saw the desperate look she was sending
him.
He licked his lips, pouting, "Spoilsport." All he wanted to do was bring this
intoxicating girl as much pleasure as possible, but he could see just how worn
out she was. Maybe a little rest first, then they could have another go around.
He lay back down next to Willow and pulled her into his arms. She immediately
rested her head against his chest, wrapping and arm and leg around him.
"Perhaps a little rest is in order," he conceded, running his thumb lightly
over his bite mark.
Willow shivered at his touch. She had questions and comments regarding the
bite, but they could wait a little while. She was too content right now to be
bothered. She allowed his cool body to counterbalance her overheated one.
"Thank you Spike. That was really nice."
"That it was," he agreed, kissing the top of her head. 'That it was,' his
thoughts echoed.
 
***** Chapter 7 *****
Part 7
Buffy walked through the cemetery, a stake loosely held in her hand, as she
contemplated Willow's sudden illness. She hoped that it was nothing serious.
She knew how dedicated Willow was to school, and wouldn't miss it unless
something was really bad. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't
notice the candlelight coming from a nearby crypt.
An unmistakable squeal of "Spike!" brought her out of her revelry. Instantly
alert she took in her surroundings, finally noticing the lit-up crypt. She
raced towards the door, pulling it open and stopping dead in her tracks.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of a naked Spike
kissing an equally naked Willow, pressed up against a wall, with her legs
wrapped around his waist. On second glance Buffy realized that they weren't
just kissing.
"Ohmygod," Buffy gasped, spinning away from the couple coupling before her,
dropping her stake.
Willow's eyes popped open. She glanced over Spike's shoulder, her fears being
confirmed. "Buffy," she whispered.
Spike turned glaring eyes on the slayer. 'Bitch's got to ruin all my fun,' he
thought.
Willow pushed Spike off her, and he gingerly set her back on her feet. She
quickly fetched Spike's red shirt and jeans, handing him the pants and donning
the shirt herself.
Cautiously she approached the still blonde. "Buffy," she nervously started. "I
can explain."
Buffy turned cold eyes on the redhead. "What's to explain? He obviously forced
himself on you. Right?" Her eyes were pleading with her friend to confirm her
statement.
"Not exactly," Willow denied, remembering how he had kinda trapped her that
first night they kissed.
"Not at all's more like it," Spike finally spoke. Still glaring at the slayer
he added, "I told Willow I wouldn't do nothin' she didn't want me to do, and I
didn't." He pulled Willow close to him, an arm wrapped possessively around her
chest, effectively reassuring her that he wasn't going anywhere, and providing
him with a nice human shield in case the slayer decided to rush him with a
stake.
"Is this true?" Buffy asked.
Blushing as brightly as her hair, Willow confirmed, "Yeah." She interlaced her
fingers through Spike's hand not currently wrapped around her body, pulling
their joined hands across her stomach.
Buffy cringed at the show of solidarity and affection. Jealousy and anger build
inside her that Willow could have her vampire and she couldn't.
"So is this where you were all day? And last night?" she bit out.
"Um, yeah," Willow nervously admitted. She was growing alarmed at Buffy's cold
treatment of her. She had expected her to be upset, but not so… angry.
"So you lied to me… and to Giles… and skipped school… so that you could spend
time holed up with your demon lover."
"Now that is uncalled for," Spike interjected. He didn't like the way Buffy was
speaking to his Red.
"What are you going to do about it?" Buffy sneered. "Kill me in front of my
best friend? That'll make you look good."
"Buffy," Willow exclaimed in shock. "How can you say that?"
"He's a demon Will!" She shot back. "A vampire. It's what he does. It's what
he's done twice before to slayers."
"I know," Willow sadly admitted, unconsciously pulling the shirt closer to her
body, trying to hide her bite mark.
"So how can you be sleeping with him?" Buffy demanded.
"Oh, so that's what this's about," Spike smirked. "Red can't have her vampire
because you can't have yours."
"What?" Buffy balked.
"You can't have the poof, so Red here isn't allowed to experience the darker
pleasures either."
"Leave Angel out of this," Buffy ground out. "You are nothing like him! Angel
has a soul."
"Until you slept with him," Willow retorted. Buffy blanched, not expecting
Willow to bring up the obvious. "Spike may not have a soul Buffy, but that
doesn't mean he's a bad person. He's not just some rampaging demon. He's
nothing like Angelus. He can be really nice when he wants to be," she blushed,
remembering just how nice, "and he's *very* nice to me."
Willow turned her head to look up at the focus of her little speech. He stared
back at her with such affection and pride. "Thank you, pet," he whispered for
her ears only before he lowered his mouth to hers. Willow turned in his arms,
deepening the kiss, completely forgetting about the blonde standing by the
door.
Buffy was trying to process everything that Willow had said to her. She needed
time to think. Willow and Spike… they just seemed so different. Then again,
look at Xander and Cordelia. Oh yeah, that ended badly.
She looked back over at the couple, who were still involved in a strong lip-
lock. "Um, guys," she interrupted. Not getting any response, she quietly left
the crypt. A part of her was in awe of the shy hacker going after what she
wanted, in spite of Buffy's reaction. And she definitely wasn't complaining
during that kiss. Buffy decided she'd worry about this later. Right now she
needed to go find Angel.
Spike opened an eye and was relieved to find the slayer gone. Pulling out of
the kiss he let the redhead catch her breath as he announced, "Slayer's gone."
"Hmm?" Willow dazedly asked, then processed his words. She turned in his arms
and shrugged at the otherwise empty room. "Oh well, I'll talk to her tomorrow.
At least she didn't stake you on sight."
"Right. Good thing that," Spike agreed. His expression shifted into a sultry
leer. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" he asked,
backing Willow towards a wall.
She mischievously returned his look, innocently responding, "I can't remember.
Maybe you could remind me."
She gave a slight bounce, wrapping her legs around his waist. She moaned as her
back hit the wall and Spike lowered his head to lick and nibble her neck.
Knowing Spike wouldn't let her fall, she brought her hands to the shirt and
quickly unbuttoned it. Spike trailed kisses down her neck, flicking his tongue
over his bite mark, causing Willow to moan. Spike's grin was lost as he
engulfed a breast with his mouth, his hands squeezing her bare bum in time with
his suckling.
Willow's fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of Spike's jeans as her
need for him grew. With a yank she shoved the offending garment down Spike's
hips, allowing them to pool around his ankles. She lightly stroked him, pulling
his body closer to hers. Spike reluctantly released Willow's breast with a last
flick at her nipple, raising her body a little higher on the wall.
In one smooth motion Spike buried himself completely inside the tight heat of
his witch. A low groan escaped from Willow's throat at the sensation of being
so completely filled. She squeezed her legs tighter around Spike's waist,
pulling him a little closer. His mouth captured hers as Spike set a frantic
pace. His annoyance at being interrupted earlier, added to the incredible
sensation of being inside Willow, Spike knew that he wouldn't last long.
Willow tore her mouth away from Spike's, cursing her need for oxygen. She knew
that she could kiss Spike forever if it weren't for that pesky habit she had of
breathing. She felt Spike morph as his orgasm neared, the ridges rubbing
against her neck as a fang grazed her shoulder. The sensation turned her on
more that she ever thought possible.
Spike slid his fangs into Willow's tender neck as he lost control. The
combination of his teeth in her neck, the blood being withdrawn, and being
filled by his climax all at once sent Willow over the edge as well. She called
out Spike's name and then sank her teeth into his shoulder, nearly breaking the
skin.
After a moment Willow raised her hand to the back of Spike's head, gently
pulling him away from her neck. Spike withdrew his fangs and licked the
puncture marks until they stopped bleeding. He delicately unwrapped their
bodies. He kicked his pants off his feet before picking the ravished redhead up
in his arms. He carried her over to the bed and gently set her on it. He lay
next to her, pulling her close.
Just when he thought she had nodded off again Willow quietly spoke. "What are
we going to do about Buffy?"
"I could kill her for ya," Spike offered, half jokingly.
Willow lightly hit him, "That's not what I meant. Besides, she's probably told
Angel by now."
"Bloody poof," Spike mumbled.
Willow smiled against his chest. "Besides, it's not like we can hide the mark
on my neck for very long," she chided him.
"Sorry 'bout that." He wasn't sorry that he'd bitten her, only that it might
cause her some awkwardness with her friends. And since when did he care what
her friends thought?
"S'okay," Willow automatically replied. "I wasn't complaining, just stating the
obvious."
"So you liked it?" Spike smirked.
Willow blushed a delightful shade of red. "Don't try to change the subject."
"Fine," he mock sighed. "What do *you* want to do?" At her confused look he
clarified, "About Buffy," wondering what she was thinking about.
"Maybe we can convince her that you won't hurt me. 'Cause I know you won't, and
you know you won't." Willow sat bolt upright as nagging thoughts occurred to
her. With a panicked look she began to babble, "That is of course if you want
to continue to see me. Now that you've... shagged... me maybe you don't want to
stick around. And maybe you're not interested in having some kind of
relationship with a high school girl. A human high school girl…"
Spike mouth effectively silenced any further babbling. He was going to have to
do something about this girl's insecurities. But what fun it will be....
"Told you before, I am here to be with you. And if means having to play nice
with the slayer and the poof, then so be it. I'm not going to let them take you
away from me."
"So we'll face them together?"
"Together." Spike sealed his promise with a kiss. "You can always tell them
that you're just using me to act out some kind of rebellion."
"Me, using the Big Bad?" Willow laughed.
"Right, maybe that wouldn't be so good for my reputation." Spike frowned, then
his eyes lit up and his smirk grew. "Well then, why don't'cha tell them that
you're taking lessons on rebelling from the Big Bad?"
"And how am I doing with my lessons so far?"
"You're coming along." Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively. "But there's going
to be lots of homework."
"Goody."


                                    The End
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