Disclaimer: Everything BtVS and AtS is owned by Joss, ME, and all them over there. Everything Anita Blake is owned by Laurell K. Hamilton
Head Over Feet
"Where are we?" Willow asked as Spike stopped the car.
Spike looked at her and smirked. "You're telling me that you've lived in Sunnydale your whole life and have never been here?"
Willow shook her head. She looked around and saw that they were at a lake.
"Sunnydale has a lake?"
Spike just laughed at her question. "Let me guess- all these years, you've just gone to the beach. Bloody typical."
Willow nodded. "Yeah, I guess. I had no idea this was here."
"Come on, Red, I'll show you around."
Spike and Willow got out of the car and began to walk toward the water. The darkness seemed thicker here for some reason, and Willow shivered, afraid.
"I'll protect you, Willow," Spike stated simply, sensing her slight moment of fear.
Willow stopped walking and faced him. She wasn't sure if it was his statement or the fact that he said her name instead of one of the little nicknames he usually used, but- at that moment- all she wanted was feel his body against hers.
Spike watched the emotions dance on her face, smelled her growing arousal. Stepping even closer to her, he put his hand on her waist. "Something on your mind, Willow?"
She groaned and in one swift move pulled his lips to hers. Spike felt like he'd combust from the sparks he was experiencing, but deepened the kiss nonetheless. His tongue led hers in a sensual dance. His fingers tangled in her hair, her arms around his neck, they broke away reluctantly, leaving Willow breathless. Willow's arms still around him, she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Dance with me, Spike."
"Um, yeah. There's no music, love."
"Doesn't matter. Dance with me."
Spike shrugged before leading Willow in an intimate dance. His hands caressed her back, dipping down occasionally to graze her lower back where her shirt raised to expose skin. Willow swayed in place, her eyes never leaving Spike's. Her senses were almost overloaded at the new sensations she was suddenly feeling. She'd never felt this alive before. The vampire holding her had managed to do something no one else ever had- he put her at ease. She didn't know when-or why-it had happened, but it was clear that it had. As they continued to move together, Willow leaned in and captured his lips again. Spike moaned into her mouth as her hips bucked lightly against his growing erection.
"Red," he warned. "Don't start something you're not going to finish."
Willow pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. "I'm not teasing you, Spike."
Spike saw the truth in her eyes, and his demon roared at him to throw her to the ground and take her right then. Spike resisted, appealing as the thought was. Now just wasn't the time. "Let's go," he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up.
Willow's eyes flashed in confusion. "What?" she asked.
Spike grinned at her and grabbed her hand. "I said I'd show you around, and I intend to. We'll have plenty of time for, um, dancing later."
Willow smiled at Spike as he led her down to the lake shore. The water shimmered in the moonlight and Willow could tell it was a beautiful place. Stopping not ten feet from the water, they sat down on the soft sand.
"This is beautiful," Willow said.
"It's my spot," Spike said quietly. "I discovered it when I was here in the '60s."
Willow glanced at Spike, surprised. "You lived in Sunnydale in the 1960s?"
Spike nodded. "Yeah. Dru and I were both here then. She was going though a phase, she needed to be around 'family'. Darla and the Master, and most of the rest of our Order- they were all here. 'Course, the Master was locked under the city, swimming in his vat of blood most of the time- but he was here."
Willow's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Vat of blood?"
Spike snorted in laughter. "Don't ask. Truth be told, I wasn't just here to entertain and take care of Dru. I was here mostly here to annoy Darla and Luke."
"Luke?" Willow asked.
Spike nodded. "Big, old vampire. Had a thick neck. Heard the Slayer killed him during the Harvest."
"Oh. Him." Willow said, sadly.
"Met him, did you?" Spike asked.
"Not exactly. But I think he turned Jesse," Willow whispered sadly.
"Who?" Spike questioned, not sure if he cared or not.
Willow shook off her sadness. She refused to let the past ruin the fun she was having tonight. "Never mind," she said.
"Okay," he answered.
They sat in a relaxed silence for a while, Spike rubbing lazy circles across Willow's back. She sighed in contentment, her body growing sleepy. She leaned her head against Spike's shoulder and looked into his eyes. His emotions were clear and she drew back slightly, the reality of the situation striking home. Spike wanted her.
But, this was Spike. The same Spike who had tried to kill her on numerous occasions. The vampire who liked to tease her mercilessly- who liked to pick at every single insecurity she had. Confusion colored her face.
"Spike?" Willow asked. "Why are you here with me? And why ... why did you let me kiss you?"
Spike turned toward her and cupped her face with his hands, kissing her lightly. "Red, I kissed you first, remember? Back at the Watchers, I did. And I let you kiss me because I want you."
"Why?" she asked.
"Why? Why wouldn't I?" he questioned in return.
"Because I'm so boring, and predictable, and-"
Willows words were cut off by Spikes lips crashing down on hers in a hard kiss. "No, you are not." Spike said firmly.
Willow stared hard at the vampire. "You do your best to make my life hell. Is this some sort of joke to you?"
Spike recoiled slightly at the harshness of her words. He was about to lash out when he realized that she was right. Stroking a finger down her cheek, his eyes softened.
"I know I'm a bastard, luv. But you gotta remember- I'm a bloody demon. It's my nature to mess with people's heads. Now, granted, that's not the type of thing a bloke should say when trying to convince a girl he's for real, but I think you deserve the truth. Red, I was serious earlier tonight- just like I was back a few months ago in your dorm room. I would not have killed you- at least not in the permanent sense. I want you now, I wanted you then, and I don't want to let you go," he said.
Willow's eyes widened at his words. She could hear the emotion in them, and something in his eyes told her that he meant every word. Moving closer to him, Willow put her arms around his neck.
"Kiss me again," she said.
Spikes arms tightened around her and their lips met. Spike's tongue slipped inside Willow's mouth and she moaned at the sensations he caused. Spike lay them back as his hands began to explore her body. He cupped one of her breasts and stroked absently at her thigh. Willow shivered under his attentions, but quickly realized things were about to spiral out of control. She was about to have sex with Spike and she was on the ground.
"Spike."
Spike growled slightly as he pulled away. "Yeah?"
"I want to make love to you, but not here."
Spike closed his eyes and sighed, clearly catching the significance of her saying make love instead of have sex. "You're right. You deserve better."
Willow smiled sweetly at him, and kissed his lips once more before resting her head on his chest. "Spike? Take me away from here."
"Where to, luv?" Spike asked, his arms tightening around her.
"Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here," Willow whispered as she drifted into sleep.
"Done," Spike said.