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Searching the closet, Willow found a pair of black knit yoga pants and a dark green tunic. Grabbing those and a pair of trainers, she headed into the bathroom.

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Willow was sure that at some point in the last few days she'd died and gone to heaven. Upon entering the bath, she'd discovered that Spike had somehow supplied her with all of her favorites. He'd provided her with the brand of shampoo she used, vanilla body wash, rose scented bubble bath, and an assortment of lotions that was absolutely divine.

She sighed as the bubbles caressed her skin. Willow knew that she needed to get out, she'd probably been soaking for an hour. It was just so nice and comfortable, and she didn't want to give up the relaxed feeling. It was, however, the thought of seeing Spike asleep in his bed that made her finally get out. Combined with the prospect of finding something to eat, Willow had all the motivation she needed. Smiling, Willow got out of the sweet smelling water.

Wrapped in a fluffy white towel, Willow chose a vanilla scented lotion and slathered it all over herself. After getting dressed, she rubbed some gel into her damp hair and looked in the mirror. Deciding she looked pretty good, she splashed a bit of rose water on her neck and face before leaving to check in on Spike.

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Spike was in his downstairs office discussing his current financial situation with his accountant, Stephen Greene, when he heard her. Willow was coming downstairs. Smiling at Stephen, Spike rose and went to the door. Willow was about to pass the room by when he stuck his head out.

"Morning, luv," he said. "Had breakfast yet?"

"Spike!" Willow began with a smile. "I've been looking for you."

Spike grinned and stepped into the hall. She smelled amazing- and looked even better. "Been looking long?"

Willow grinned back. "Well, you weren't upstairs, and I missed you."

Spike growled softly at her words and backed her into the wall. "Missed me, luv? Why didn't you just say so?" he asked as his lips met hers.

Stephen Greene watched the last part of the scene unfold, blushing slightly. He was about to announce his presence, when his boss beat him to it.

"Willow, meet Stephen Greene, my accountant. Stephen, this is Willow Rosenberg," Spike said.

The redhead smiled brightly at him and waved. "Sorry for interrupting your meeting. I'm gonna go find some food now. Can I bring the two of you anything?"

Spike smiled. "I'd love something to drink, and I'm sure Stephen would as well."

Looking at Stephen, Willow asked, "Tea okay?"

He nodded.

"Okay. I'll be back in just a bit," she said.

Spike pulled her into his arms for another light kiss before she headed off to the kitchen.

Greene grinned as she walked out of earshot. "She's beautiful."

Spike nodded, still looking in the direction she'd gone. "Yeah, mate, she is."

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Willow smiled at Sarah, the housekeeper, as she exited the kitchen with the tea and blood she'd gotten for the men. Sarah had wanted to take it to them herself, but Willow won out in the end by saying she was going to join their meeting anyway.

Willow walked purposefully back to the office. She paused outside the door listening as Spike and Stephen discussed Spike's estates. There was a debate going on as to whether or not he should sell his Italian estate. Willow's mind registered a moment of shock at the further realization that Spike was even more well off than she'd originally anticipated. She wondered how well off for a moment, and almost missed Spike's question from inside the room. She blushed at the fact that he'd known she was there, but shook off her embarrassment.

"Well, luv? What do you think?" he asked as she finally entered the office.

Willow thought for a moment before answering. She sat the tray down on the table in front of her and began to serve the men. "Well, is the house in Italy nice?" she asked.

Spike grinned. "Very."

"Then no," Willow stated. "Don't sell it. I've never been to Italy. Invest a bit of money into the Atlantis Corporation instead."

"Atlantis? I've never heard of them," Stephen said.

Willow smiled. "They're an American company that specializes in new technology. They're quite successful. I can get you the investment information to look over."

Stephen nodded. "That'd be just fine."

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Both Willow and Spike walked Stephen to the door.

"It was very nice to meet you, Miss Rosenberg," he said.

"You too, and please call me Willow," she answered.

Stephen smiled in response and offered his hand to Spike. "William, always a pleasure."

Spike nodded. "Thanks for stopping by, Stephen. I'll be in touch."

As soon as he man had gone, Spike had Willow pinned against the wall and was kissing her passionately. His tongue teased hers as his fingers ran through her hair. Willow kissed him back with equal fervor. Her arms held him tightly to her, wanting him to be as close as possible. Willow broke the kiss breathless, and Spike pulled her even closer to him.

"I've been wanting to do that all morning," Spike said. "I couldn't tell you good morning properly with the accountant watching."

Willow smiled into his neck. "I missed you last night, Spike," she murmured.

Spike groaned and pulled her into another kiss. Willow kissed him back and dug her fingers into his back as he gently thrust his erection into her thigh. Upon feeling how hard he already was, Willow pulled away from the kiss and met Spike's eyes.

"Take me upstairs, Spike."

Needing no other invitation, Spike gathered Willow in his arms and headed to his room.

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Spike lay Willow down on the bed without breaking the kiss. His hands roamed her body and he forced himself to remain in control. He tried to remember that this was not only their first time together, but also Willow's first time since Oz had left over a year before. His control was tested as she snaked her hands under his shirt and practically ripped it from his body. He groaned in appreciation and finally broke their kiss.

"Eager, are we, Red?"

"I want to feel you against me, Spike."

Spike quickly removed his clothes and helped Willow do the same. Once they were naked, Willow pulled him down to lay beside her.

"So beautiful." Willow said, stroking his face.

"Beautiful, luv? No, you're more than that. You're perfect."

Willow blushed as he turned her compliment around. Spike's lips met hers again, their tongues battling briefly for dominance before Spike bit hers lightly causing her to moan. Spike led the kiss and let his hands run over her body. As his fingertips grazed lightly upon her skin, Willow giggled into the kiss. Spike pulled away and grinned, which only made Willow giggle more.

"You ticklish, luv?" Spike asked, his hands moving lower.

"Very." Willow answered.

"I'll have to remember that." He said as he slip his fingers through her curls.

He felt her wetness and Willow moaned as a finger brushed against her clit. Spike responded by beginning to flick her swollen nub back and forth. She captured his lips again and bucked her hips against his hand.

Spike's painfully hard erection pressed against her stomach and he knew he had to have her soon. He plunged a finer into her tight channel causing her to cry out. Slowly he added a second finger and stretched her until he could add a third. His thumb circled her clit and she shivered at the sensations. Spike chuckled softly into her mouth as she trembled beneath him.

Willow knew she was close. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around Spike's cock and pumped her hand against him. His light chuckle became a groan and his fingers seemed to double their efforts in answer to her stroking. Willow ran her thumb over his tip and squeezed him lightly as her passion grew.

She broke their kiss and screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm took her. She felt Spike brush her hand away from his erection and roll her over onto her back. She spread her legs instinctively and he positioned himself above her.

He cupped her face with one hand. "Willow, you still with me, luv?"

Willow looked up at him through glazed eyes and nodded. "Just feels so good. You feel so good."

Spike grinned at her. "It's only going to get better."

Willow's eyes widened as her post-orgasmic bliss lessened and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. She looked at his face and realized how hard he was fighting for control. She reached up and traced his face with her fingers, drawing his attention down to her.

"Take me, Spike."

Spike immediately thrust his hips forward plunging himself inside of her. They both cried out and Willow clung to him as her body adjusted. After a few short moments she began to move against him.

"You okay, pet?" Spike asked, his voice tight with control.

"More than okay, Spike. Now, quit holding back and just take me!" He growled in response to her words and began thrusting. She met each thrust with one of her own and both began to lose themselves to the feel of the other. She was hot and very tight, and Spike knew he wouldn't last long. He reached between their bodies and twisted her clit. Willow screamed out as wave upon wave of pleasure swept over her. Spike pounded into her faster and harder, his demon coming forward. He roared her name as he came, shooting his cold seed inside her.

They lay together for a long time, holding on tight. Spike kissed her lightly and withdrew. Willow smiled at him and he kissed her nose.

She reached up and grabbed his face, kissing him hard on the lips. She smiled once again as she broke away. She rolled over onto her side and Spike spooned in behind her.

"Don't leave." Willow said softly as she drifted to sleep.

"I'm not going anywhere." Spike answered, his arms tightening around her.

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Willow walked down the hall with a smile on her face. She and Spike had made love all afternoon, and she couldn't believe how happy she was. She made her way to her lover, grinning like a fool the entire way.

"Spike?" Willow called as she entered his bedroom. "Sarah just told me that there are some people at the door- they're looking for you."

Spike came out of his bedroom and smiled at the redhead. "Thanks, luv. I'll be downstairs."

Willow stared after Spike as he walked out of the room. He hadn't even kissed her! Confused, Willow tried to shake it off and headed to her room so she could call Buffy privately.

She sat down on her bed and held the phone in her hands. She couldn't help but wonder why she was so upset. Spike hadn't done anything wrong ... he'd just gone downstairs without inviting her to join him so she could meet his friends. And then, there was that annoying little fact that he hadn't kissed her. Sighing, she hit the talk button and dialed the number.

"Hi, you've reached Buffy and Willow's room- neither one of us is here right now, so leave us a message and we'll call you back!"

Willow's eyes closed in frustration as she heard her own overly cheerful voice come across the line. She just hung up-what was the point of leaving Buffy a message? It would probably be unchecked on the machine when Willow and Spike returned to Sunnydale. Deciding to call Giles, Willow dialed the phone again.

"Giles' residence," a female voice said.

"Olivia?" Willow asked.

"Yes, who's this?"

"It's Willow. Is Giles around?"

"Sure, hang on the line, okay?"

Willow remained silent as she heard Olivia call Giles to the phone.

"Willow?" he asked. "Where are you?"

Willow grinned in spite of herself. "I'm in the land of Giles."

"Pardon me?" he asked again.

"England, Giles. I'm in London, actually."

There was a pause on the line before Giles spoke again. "You're with Spike, aren't you?"

Willow gasped in surprise. "How'd you know?"

"I put two and two together. Are you insane? Has he hurt you? Is the chip still working? What were you thinking?" he demanded.

"Woah, Giles. Calm down. In order ... no, I'm not insane; no, he hasn't hurt me; the chip is still working fine, and I was thinking I needed to have some fun."

"Willow, you've always been the level headed one of the group, I don't understand why you would run off with a known killer- even if he is unable to kill at the moment. You're making a mistake," Giles said harshly.

Willow tried hard not to let his words hurt her. She took a deep breath and decided to try again.

"Giles, let me explain. I needed to get out of Sunnydale. Spike had business to attend to here and he invited me to come along, which I did." She said.

"And that's it? He's there doing business and you're just along for the ride?" Giles questioned.

Willow blinked back angry tears wondering why Giles was being so harsh.

"Giles, we'll talk when I get back, okay? I've gotta go. This is an expensive call. I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. Tell the others, please? I'll be home soon," Willow said, irritation evident in her voice.

"Willow, we should discuss-" Giles began- his voice still distant and cold.

"We will. When I get home. I'll see you soon," she said.

Not giving the man any more time to object, Willow hung up. Angry at Giles for not trusting her, Willow decided that invitation or no invitation, she was going downstairs. Spike would just have to deal with it.

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Spike was sitting in the living room with four vampires. All of them were strong- and all of them were of his line. He'd Sired three of them, and the fourth was his Grandchilde. They were all being pleasant, and so far, Spike had managed to keep his current status concealed- they had no idea he couldn't hunt.

"So, Spike, how's the Hellmouth?" his oldest Childe asked.

Spike grinned. "Always a party."

Laughter filled the room as Willow walked into the lounge. Spike immediately jumped up and went to her side, taking her arm, his chip flared a bit signaling that he was hurting her. He ignored it and pulled her back to where he'd been sitting.

"What's this?" one of the vampires asked. "Dinner?"

Willow tensed and automatically tried to pull away from Spike. He held her tightly and hardened his face.

"Sire?" he was questioned.

Spike's eyes flashed yellow as he looked at his Childer. "Mine," he said firmly.

The others growled slightly at the tone he used. "She's human," one of them said.

Spike's eye's narrowed. "For now," he answered. Willow, suddenly realizing the reason why Spike hadn't invited her down was to keep her safe, tried to keep her fear in check. It wouldn't be good if the visiting vampires sensed it. Deciding to try to calm the situation, Willow smiled slightly and looked around the room.

"You called him Sire," she said, addressing a dark haired vampire. "Who are you?"

All four vampires seemed to relax at her soothing tone. The one Willow addressed stood and walked up to her. He held out his hand, and without hesitating, Willow took it. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed it gently.

"My name is Seth. I am Spike's oldest Childe," he said. Motioning to a young male with blue hair, he said, "And this is Regan, my Childe."

Willow smiled again in greeting and looked at the other two. Both of them stood and repeated Seth's actions. They introduced themselves as Donegan and Everett, Spike's Childer.

"This is Willow," Spike said. "Respect her and we won't have any problems. Is that understood, boys?"

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The events of the last hour haunted Willow as she walked up the stairs. Spike had just left with his "family". She had no idea how he was going to pull it off, but he had agreed to go hunting with them. Not knowing what else to do, Willow went into her room and sat down on the bed.

The stories the vampires had told downstairs still rang in her head. They'd relived the past by way of graphic stories detailing their gruesome acts. Spike had joined in and had shared more about his life as a vampire than Giles' Watcher Diaries ever told. He was a monster in every sense of the word. She'd listened in silence, only speaking when spoken to. Spike had noticed her tension and had done his best to sooth her- stroking her hair, rubbing her shoulders, and holding her tightly in his lap. Willow knew he'd tried not to scare her, but his words had still shocked her.

Sighing, she remembered his last words to her as he'd left with them.

"Don't plan on sleeping in your room tonight. You won't be safe alone," he'd said as he discretely kissed her goodbye.

Knowing that she had no real choice in the matter, Willow gathered up some of her things and went to Spike's room. Her thoughts were heavy and the words Giles had spoken to her earlier echoed through her head. What if he was right? What if she was making a mistake by trusting Spike?

She thought back on the events that had occurred since that last night in Sunnydale. He'd seemed so sincere! And he'd been so loving ... could he be lying to her?

In his bed alone, Willow cried herself to sleep.

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Spike left his Childer in their rooms and headed to his own. His demon was roaring in anger and needed an outlet. He'd just spent five hours watching his family hunt as vampires were supposed to do. Claiming to not be hungry, he'd managed to not give himself away. He'd never know why they'd believed him, but Spike was very glad they did.

Upon returning to his estate, he'd snuck quietly into the kitchen and quickly drank three bags of blood. And though his hunger was quelled, he was still frustrated beyond belief. Spike knew that he shouldn't be around Willow in his condition- but didn't want her to be alone either. He'd laid a verbal claim to the redhead when she'd first appeared that evening, but since he was unable to back that claim up with a bite ...

He opened his door and saw her asleep in his bed. The smell of salt lingered in the air and he knew she'd been crying. Walking over to the bed, Spike leaned down and stoked her hair. Willow stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

"Red," he said tensely. Willow tried to smile, but Spike was scaring her. His demon was showing and anger was rolling off of him in waves.

"What's wrong, luv?" Spike asked, his tone rather harsh.

Willow recoiled slightly. "With me? Nothing- Spike, what's wrong?"

He smirked. "What makes you think something is wrong?"

"Well, you're all grrr ..." she said softly.

Spike, realizing for the first time that he was vamped out, sat down on the bed and tried to calm down. Willow forced him to turn to her and ran her finger tips over his ridges.

"What's wrong?" she asked again.

Spike leaned into her touch, his demon quieting. "Hard to explain, pet. It all gets down to the fact that I am a vampire who can't hunt."

Willow nodded. "Them being here is hard, huh?"

Spike's still yellow eyes met her green ones. "You have no idea. I wish you'd stayed up here tonight."

Willow looked down. "I'm sorry. I was angry and ..."

"Angry? At me?" Spike asked.

Willow nodded. "At you, at Giles, at me."

"Is everything alright now, Willow?"

Willow slowly raised her head and met his eyes again. "Tonight was hard on me, Spike."

He nodded. "I know. I could tell. I'm sorry you had to hear all of that."

Willow shook her head. "No. I needed to. It makes what I'm about to say easier."

Spike tensed slightly and Willow took his hand. "Spike, I realized tonight for the first time in a long time that you are a demon. I guess them putting that chip in your head made me forget how dangerous you are. But, tonight I realized that if you could, you would be out there killing people. Killing people who I have fought to protect for years."

"Willow," Spike began. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I am going to have to work really hard at accepting what you are if we are going to make this relationship work."

Spike grinned. "Relationship, luv?"

Willow slapped his arm. "Yes, relationship. We have a relationship, Spike. Deal with it."

Spike pulled her into a hug and held her tight. "You really mean that? That you're going to accept me as I am and not try to change me?"

"I couldn't change you even if I tried. And yes, I meant every word," Willow answered.

Spike pulled back a little and lifted her chin. Kissing her lightly on the lips, he laid them down.

"Am I safe here?" Willow asked.

"As long as you're in my arms, Willow, you are safe. I'll protect you no matter what."

Willow wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. "I trust you, Spike."

Spike tensed slightly. "Maybe you shouldn't."

Willow hugged him tighter. "I know."

They didn't make love that night. Spike held her as she slept, listening to her heartbeat.

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