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Chapter 33

"WILLOW!" The shout ricocheted around the inside of Willows head.

Groaning, she moved to cover her ears, and was struck with a major case of deja vu when her arms were kept from moving. This time, however, they were bound behind her back with a thin nylon rope. A few experimental tugs told her that the knots would hold, and that any more struggling would only get her bleeding wrists for her trouble. Her legs, spaced a little past shoulder width apart, were also held immobile by rope, cool metal pressed against the bare flesh.

"Willow? Pet?" Spikes voice, an edge that she had never heard in it before, was closer now, in front of her, but somehow below. It hadnt occurred to Willow until that moment that her eyes were covered with some kind of cool, dark cloth.

"Willow? Are you quite alright?" Wesleys slightly more cultured voice danced along the empty air surrounding her.

"No, shes *not* alright!" Dawns voice now, high and panicked. "Shes naked, bleeding, and tied to a pipe!"

"That was a stupid question, Wesley." Anyas voice floated in the darkness.

The thought that they had pulled out all the stops to save her did nothing to calm the redhead. If Anya and Dawn were there, it meant that they all were. That would leave no one to know what happened to them when the trap was sprung.

"Spike?" Willows throat was dry, her lips cracked, and the word came as little more than a whisper.

"Dont worry, luv." A banging accompanied the accented words now coming from below her to the right. "Were going to get you out. Then Im going to rip whoever took you into thousands of pieces while theyre still alive."

"No." Shaking her head did nothing to help the headache that had set in upon waking, but Willow did it anyway. "Its a trap. Go."

"Screw that!" Xanders voice, pitched higher in panic, echoed from the spot Spikes voice had just come from.

A shriek from off to her left forced an automatic response from Willows bound body, and she winced as the ropes kept her in place. For the next few minutes, the sounds of fighting filled her ears. Shouts of warning were called from time to time, but Willow somehow knew that the group wasnt coming out on top of this one.

"There are too many of them!" Cordelias voice snapped the witchs attention to the space in front of her. "Giles! To your right!"

"What happened to the others?" Dawns voice was breathy and farther away than Freds had been.

"ENOUGH!" The deep growl of Nwalya sounded from directly beside her, and Willow whimpered involuntarily.

There were a few snarls that heralded the dusting of vampires, and then silence. Willow couldnt stretch her hearing far enough to pick up the panting breaths that would tell her that her would-be rescuers lived. There were no threats from Spike. No purely British exclamations. No ill-timed comments from Xander. There was simply... nothingness.

"I should thank you for falling into line so perfectly." The chuckle rumbled impossibly loud in the obviously empty space. "I had my doubts about that, but my lovely accomplice assured me of its success and, thankfully, she had you all pegged perfectly."

"Accomplice?" Willow wondered how Ripper asserted himself so easily in one word.

"Hi Giles!" Buffys voice, as bright as any California afternoon, came from Willows far left.

The groups outrage was instant. Willow easily made out the east-ender London accent calling for the bloody fuckin bitch of a slayers head. Different voices called out questions and threats. A deep Irish brogue, however, echoing above the others and mimicking Spikes words, caught Willows attention more than any others.

"Angel?" Buffys voice faltered. "You said he wouldnt be harmed!"

"And he wont." The voice was calm but pitched so everyone would hear. "So long as he doesnt anger us too greatly."

"Right. Angel, you be quiet."

"Buffy," Angels native accent colored the name and turned it into a sort of growl.

Or was he in demon face? Willow hated the material covering her eyes. She wanted, needed, to see that none of her friends were dead. And who were the others Dawn had mentioned during the fight? Were they alright?

"All will be laid bare. Starting with this." A burning pain slid over the skin of her temple, and the blindfold fell away. "Is that better?"

Willow blinked into the harsh light of the factory. She had been bound upright on an I-beam that was positioned with others to form a kind of railing. The floor of what looked like an old loading dock, surrounded on three sides by a tall fence that curved inward at the top, stretched out in front of her.

"I asked you a question!" Nwalyas voice thundered in her ear, but Willow did little more than draw as far away from him as possible while taking in the group standing in the center of the cement floor.

Spike and Angel, both with demons to the fore, were obviously trying to gauge the distance and obstacles between them and the railing. Giles, Xander, and Wesley were keeping their eyes on the vampires that were moving restlessly about them as they tried to keep Anya, Dawn, and Cordelia out of their enemies direct line of sight. Around them stood enough vampires to fill the entirety of the Bronze.

A perfectly manicured hand smacked against Willows cheek. "I suggest you answer him. He *is* your master, after all."

In turning to face the demon standing to her other side, Willow caught sight of Spike and stilled. She had decided that she was going to make Spike proud of her earlier. She couldnt do this on her own, but Spike could. She just had to channel as much of her lover as she could until something else came to mind. Now, how would he answer?

"Sod off." Willow nearly grinned at the way Spikes demon looked with raised eyebrows.

Nwalyas crimson fingers wrapped around her jaw and forced her head at a hard angle to face him. The tips of his black nails sunk through the flesh of her cheek and scraped against the enamel of her teeth. The demon smiled into her eyes, and Willow fought to keep the fear and pain from them as she tasted her own blood.

"What did you say, bitch?"

Willow drew back as best she could and spit the blood pooled on her tongue into his face. "I *said* for you. To. Just. Sod. Off!" Another wad of spit and blood splattered into Nwalyas eyes.

"For that," A hand used her throat to push her up the bar at her back, and Willow tightened her jaw to keep from crying out as her hips protested being pulled up as her ankles were held fast below. "You will pay."

Nwalya put her down and gave a jerking nod to Buffy. The blonde slayer moved in and rained a series of punches along Willows sides and legs. When she was finished, Willow could feel the bruises already forming from just below her breasts to nearly her ankles.

"Explain!" Ripper was staring out of Giles face, and Willow sent him a silent thank you with her eyes. She knew he was voicing this now as much for answers as to give her a brief respite.

"When Willow pulled me out of heaven, I was angry." Buffy hopped up on the railing beside Willows leg and gave a brief shrug. "I saw the way she watched Spike when she thought no one else was looking, and decided that Id take him."

Both Spike and Angel growled at Buffys callousness, but she ignored them and went on. "After he ran off with her for the weekend, I knew I had to do something more. So, I got into the books Giles wont let us read and found a spell to call Nwalya. He pretty much took over from there."

A commotion erupted along the back of the vampires crowded in front of one of the outside doors. As the demons parted, and an unconscious Gunn was dragged in. Lorne, bleeding, missing a horn, and barely standing on his own followed a limping Fred to join the assembly.

"Told you there would be people covering the perimeter." Buffy was smug as she faced her partner. "Angel always has someone to guard the perimeter."

Nwalya nodded silently, then turned and bent to put his face level with the side of Willows own. "Were going to play a game. Its called Who dies first. It starts with you picking someone, and ends with them being torn apart by those vampires. Sound like fun?"

Willow simply stood quietly, eyes focused on the wall across from her in fear that looking at anyone would seal their doom.

"Answer me!" She felt a fist in her hair, and then she was forced to meet the black eyes in front of her. "Who dies first?"

"You." Willow had steeled herself for the pain, so the slashing of talons over her stomach didnt come as too much of a surprise.

"I suppose your little slayer friend is next?"

"She hasnt been my friend for a while now, and death will be too good for her if any of them dies." Willow was surprised at the soft determination in her own voice.

Nwalya ran his blood covered nails over his tongue, tasting her blood even as his own welled up from the tiny cuts he left. Leaning forward, he licked a slow line up the side of her face to take in the blood still running from the gouges he had made earlier.

A tiny prickling of something familiar tickled along Willows senses.

She smiled.

Chapter 34

"What are you smiling about?" Buffy somehow managed to sound concerned and huffy at the same time, and Willow knew it came from years of seeing her facial expressions.

Willow didnt even favor her former friend with a glance. Instead, she focused her eyes on Spikes. Once she knew she had the blonde vampires attention, she darted her eyes pointedly at the sword he still held in a loose grip.

"I love you, pet." Spike called above the buzz of the vampires voices surrounding them.

The attackers had begun to relax as they waited for their master to give orders, and Spike had dusted three of them before they began to close ranks. Angel joined his childe, and they had done away with seven more by the time Buffy made her way into the fray. Throwing two of the minions away from Angel, she turned to face her ex.

Willow ignored whatever was being said once she was certain Spike and Angel were paying more attention to the situation than they were to the slayer. She turned to grin up at Nwalya. "Were going to be leaving soon."

Black, empty eyes filled her vision as Nwalya bent close to her face. Hot breath whispered over her lips before he sharply nibbled at them. "I wont let you."

A grin quirked a corner of the redheads bloodied mouth. "Youll be dead."

"Oh? Is your boyfriend going to kill me?" Sarcastic humor sounded strange coming from a demon who easily stood ten feet tall, but Willow wouldnt think of that until later.

Now, she forced her body to accept what she was about to do. It tried to rebel as she moved slightly forward, but came under control when she clamped down on her natural instinct to stay as far away from her captor as she could. She continued to sway almost imperceptibly, moving forward and then retreating, tempting Nwalya to lean toward her.

She waited until she was pressed against the pole behind her with the crimson monsters mouth still a hairs breath away from her own before she spoke again. "No. *Im* going to kill you."

A great horned head was thrown back in laughter before the sharp teeth were back to biting and licking at Willows mouth. "*You*? Kill me?"

"Yes." Willow inwardly cringed as she let her tongue slip out to flick over the vicious teeth in front of her. She forced her mouth to play over Nwalyas lips, telling herself it was a good thing when he began responding to her kisses.

"And how, may I ask, are you going to do that?"

Willow suddenly strained against her bindings to press herself as close to the demon as she could. Her tongue pushed passed Nwalyas teeth to battle with his, and Willow began angling her head back and to the side. It didnt take long for the demon to take the hint, and he was soon slanting his mouth over hers as she nearly choked on the tongue thrusting mercilessly too far into her mouth. A sharp movement later and Nwalya was screaming in pain.

Willow felt a familiar rush of energy slide over her body and smiled as a perfect Spike answer to the question came to mind. Spitting the now useless lump of muscle that used to be a tongue onto the floor at her feet, Willows lips dripped with Nwalyas nearly black blood.

"My way."

A bolt of pure white energy flashed from Willows chest into that of the demon, and she was surprised that she didnt have to focus on the ropes for them to untie themselves. The now familiar smells and sounds of her anger surrounded Willow as she thought of her friends... her family being threatened the way they had. Her eyes, now glowing with a strange light, focused only on the monster roaring in pain before her.

Willow blocked out the sounds of the battle going on in the rest of the factory, focusing only on the object of her hate. She knew Spike and Angel could handle Buffy, and that there were a lot of combatants to take on the horde of minions. It would take them some time, but they would do it.

"I should kill you slowly for what youve done." Willows voice was almost conversational. "But I dont have the time, and, frankly, Id much rather get to the part where Spike takes me home and spoils me rotten."

Slightly dazed eyes focused on Willow as she stood on the cold cement floor. Nwalya stood, blood still pouring from his mouth in gruesome rivers, to look down at her almost condescendingly. "Muun..."

"Dont try to talk." Willow was silently impressed at her sudden ability to banter, and decided it was probably the anger. "Youll only draw this out and , like I said, I kind of want to get home."

Nwalya snarled and threw a hand out to Willow. A tendril of power slammed into the redhead, and she was thrown back to skid across the floor. The demons quiet chuckles were broken off when she slowly drew herself up to her feet and smiled slightly. Not wasting energy on talking or trying to erect any kind of protection against the coming attack, Willow simply waited tensely.

It wasnt long before another black current arced between one massive hand and her small body. With a deep breath, Willow opened the chasm inside herself where she stored all her magic and focused on the blinding pain radiating from her chest.

Nwalya gasped when he realized what she was doing, but it was too late. Willow had grafted her power onto that of the demons, pulling it into her as she would return her own to its well. When her body was humming with power, Willow felt the cuts and bruises lining her body heal. She knew there was no way for her to contain all that she was taking in, so she began to focus on the fighting on the floor at her left.

A shaft of lightning shot from her outstretched hand to rip through the chests of four vampires, leaving them to quiver and jerk for a moment before they shattered into the bits of dust that signaled their final deaths. Gunn, barely standing in front of a cowering Dawn, nodded to Willow in silent thanks before turning his attention to the first vampire that came forward to take his lost comrades place. Another shot of white-hot magic took out the five vampires Lorne, Xander, and Anya had been facing, and they quickly moved on to others.

With the amount of energy she contained back to workable levels, Willow focused on the demon in front of her once again. With a scream of rage, the rest of Nwalyas magic was absorbed into the witch, and Willow was left blinking and she tried to focus on the scene in front of her.

Little bits of fire seemed to be dancing around him. After four tries, Willow was able to make out tiny bodies inside the flames. Another blink had her realizing that the figures from her stomach had slid off her skin and were flitting here and there as they set fire to the skin they touched.

Nwalya began screaming as the fires quickly spread to cover his body. Flames burst from his eyes and mouth as he fell to rest on the floor.

As quickly as they had set on, the little figures retreated. They slid up her legs and arms to encircle her waist. The figure that Willow had deemed her private fairy, once resting on the tip of one toe, settled into an almost impish crouch in the same spot.

She had a moment to take in the pile of ash that had once been a ten-foot tall demon before a whooshing sound caught her attention and a whirl of black leather settled around her naked body. "Spike."

"Willow." Crystal blue eyes took in the smooth skin of her face as strong hands ran over her body in an attempt to find any unhealed wounds.

Silky hair was suddenly fisted in her delicate hands as she burrowed into his chest and wept. Fear, pain, and anger, all pushed aside for too long, surfaced and crashed over her.

"Im here, Red." Spike rained kisses over her face before he settled for a long, deep kiss on her upturned lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Willow let him sweep her up into his arms, and he turned to face their friends.

Willow saw that Angel was carrying an unconscious Buffy over his shoulder. Everyone had made it out. There were cuts, bruises, and limps; but everyone made it.

A soft chuckle rumbled Spikes chest, and she pulled back to look up into his smiling eyes. "Whats so funny?"

Spike quirked an eyebrow and sat her in the front seat of the DeSoto. "My way, pet?"

Willow could only laugh as Cordelia slid in the passenger door and Xander, Anya, and Dawn filed into the back seat before Spike climbed in and started the engine.

Chapter 35

The group, most of them bleeding and battered, trudged through the back hall of the hotel to collapse in tired heaps in the lobby.

"Parts of me hurt that I didnt even know I *had*." Xander had sunk down on the couch; Anya and Dawn curled on either side. Anya just looked tired, bruised, and dirty, while Dawns eyes glistened with sorrow on top of everything else.

"Whats going to happen to her?" The younger brunette looked to Buffys still form as Angel all but dumped her into a chair.

Spike growled low in his throat, but Willow put a staying hand on his chest. She knew her lover was to the point that Buffys unconscious state wouldnt stop him from breaking her neck. Pushing harder on the vampire in an effort to get him to even acknowledge that her hand was there, Willow amended that. He wouldnt break her neck; hed rip her head from her body completely. Somehow, that didnt seem like it would be a good thing for Dawn to see.

"We could send her to the Council." Wesley polished his glasses as he spoke.

"Shed just get away and do something else." Dawns quiet, sorrowful words brought Spike up short, and he moved to hold her as she wept silent tears. "You saw how she was. Shes still the slayer, but she isnt Buffy anymore."

"There is a spell that will take her powers." Giles sighed tiredly and motioned to the stairs. "I brought the book its contained in when we fled."

"But shed be killed!" Willow caught Spikes eyes on her and shrugged. "Youre all safe now. I was only angry at her for putting you guys in danger like that. I was friends with her for years, and I cant be the reason shes dead."

"You can do the spell, and Ill take her to the compound. We can keep her safe there, try to figure out what to do from there." Giles nodded to himself even as he moved to the phone. "Ill stay with her."

"Isnt Faith still in prison?" Xander nodded when Angel nodded at him. "Maybe you could see what they could do about that? Im not a fan of hers, but Im also not up for fighting vamps on the hellmouth without a slayer."

Giles smiled humorlessly and spoke to the international operator. "Yes, I would like to place a call to London, England."

Willow, realizing that she wore only Spikes duster excused herself to retrieve something more substantial.

Chapter 36

Three days later, Willow was still recovering from the spell she worked on Buffy to remove her from the slayer line. It hadnt been the spell that had drained her emotional coffers so much as the words the blonde had used when she awoke to find herself handcuffed and sitting in the middle of the lobby.

When she couldnt so much as flip out of the chair, the ex-slayer had become irate and wasted no time in cutting into Willow. The redhead had taken it all in stride while in the small blondes presence, telling herself repeatedly that the creature in front of her wasnt the same woman shed been friends with for years. It had worked for the most part, and she was able to make it to the suite she shared with Spike before collapsing in tears.

After that, aside from a quiet good-bye spoken from the head of the stairs, shed avoided being anywhere near the ex-slayer from then on out.

Dawn had been crying for days, not sure what was going to happen to her. Willow was able to locate the Summers long absent father and spoke to him at length about Dawn becoming emancipated now that Buffy had the opportunity to go to London to study.

When he agreed to help in any way, Willow hacked her way into what systems she could to speed the process along. Angel donated a rather disturbing amount of money to the cause to ensure that the girl would meet any financial standards that may be checked. When Cordelia pressed the issue, he told them that it was from one of the accounts Angelus held. He also offered her a job in research and development, completely disregarding Willows statement that there wasnt anything at Angel Investigations to develop. Willow had only nodded when Angel gave a pointed glance at Dawn and Gunns whispered conversation and gotten back to work.

The legal system was easily manipulated in a number of ways, and Faith walked into the lobby three hours after Buffy was pulled out.

"Hey, English." Faith dropped the paper bag that held all her belongings and moved to stand in front of Wesley. "I hear youre my Watcher again."

"Yes." The newly reinstated Watcher looked her over in an appraising manner. "It seems as though youre in excellent shape."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

Wesley only shook his head and motioned to the stairs. "Go find a room and then come back down. I think we should see if you need to brush up on anything."

Faith tossed a Hey, roomie in Angels direction as she sprinted up the stairs.

"She always run around like that?" Gunn had to pull Dawn out of the slayers way as she nearly barreled over them in her haste.

"Shes been in a cage too long." Spike came from the kitchen, sipping a mug of warmed blood. "Shell slow down after a few days."

"Ready to leave?" Angel grinned at Spike and Willow over the rim of his own mug. "Where are you taking her, anyway?"

"None of your business, Sire." Spike finished off his snack and set the empty mug on the top of Cordelias computer monitor, grinning at the disgusted look she graced him with. "Cant tell you, or itll ruin her surprise. Cmon, witch."

Willow managed a quick goodbye as Spike pulled her tired body from the room, down the hall into the garage, and to the door of Angels car.

"Were taking Angels car?" Willow knew there was no way the Irish vampire would willingly part with the vehicle.

"I asked, pet." Spike fished the keys from his pocket and held them up to glint in the light. "Told him how the blacked windows and speed made you sick. Should I worry that he caved so quick when I mentioned you?"

"Nope." Willow waited until Spike circled the car and climbed in before settling herself against his side. "Im not in love with him. Im in love with you."

A soft chuckle tickled her sleep-sensitized ear. "Good to know. Take a nap now, itll be a while."

Willow couldnt believe she had slept through the entire drive, but the car was no longer moving, and Spike was shaking her awake. She blinked owlishly at him and stretched as fully as her seat would allow. The scent of roses assaulted her senses as she yawned. Leaning forward to look around Spikes bent form, she smiled. "Spike?"

"Got the same room as before and everything, luv." Spike grasped her hand and pulled her from the car. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he led her up the rose-bordered walk to the beautiful blue house sitting on the cliff.

"Hello, Keemara." Willow grinned tiredly at the lovely blue woman. "How are things with NGutya?"

"Welcome back to the Blue Shell! Things are good," a slender hand ran over a flat stomach. "Croman will have a little sister soon."

Willow smiled and began to say something. Unfortunately, a rather loud, unladylike yawn erupted instead. "Sorry."

"Dont be." Keemara slipped a key into Spikes hand. "You know the way."

"Thanks pet." Spike left the luggage for Croman, who had just came scurrying up, and picked Willow up with ease.

She let her head rest against Spikes shoulder as he began climbing the stairs. She opened them to see him hand Croman the key to their door. Another blink, and she felt the cool sheets envelope her in their cool comfort. When she managed to force them open again, she saw Spike hand a few bills from the back of his wallet to their little blue helper.

"Did you just give him a hundred dollars?" Willow knew she was using her sleep now voice, but couldnt seem to make herself wake up.

She was so busy deciding to blame the salty air and calming crash of the waves below that she didnt notice Spike undressing. Seeing Spike clad in only an unbuttoned pair of jeans that hung loosely on his slim hips got her mind back in order quickly enough.

"Two hundred, pet." The blonde moved to his suitcase and pulled out a prettily wrapped present that he handed to Willow with a soft smile. "Hes going to have a little sister to take care of soon. That takes money these days."

Willow sat cross-legged to face Spike as he sat on the bed. At Spikes nod, she tore open the paper slowly, not knowing what to expect. A few rips sent a pile of deep green satin pooling in her lap.

Spike held the gown by its straps and gave it a shake to unfurl its length. "To replace the other."

Willow gathered it into her arms to rub her cheek along the material. Standing quickly, she held her hands out to her side and gave an impish grin. "Dress me?"

Spike chuckled and nodded, quickly moving to do away with the skirt and tank top she had worn for the drive. Her sandals slipped off her feet easily. Still seated on the floor at her side, Spike slid fingers under the elastic sides of her panties and drew them down her legs for her to step out of. A flick of his fingers sent the matching bra fluttering to the floor.

Spike moved to the bed, throwing the gown over one shoulder before moving behind her and pulling the few pins he had fixed into her hair to hold most of it up. There was a movement behind her, and Willow almost turned to look at Spike when the soft sound of an unused hinge floated to her ears, but Spikes strong hand stopped the action.

There was a muted thump, and Spikes hands were suddenly in front of her face with something strung between them. Willow blinked as the dim light of the two soft lamps caught the silver of the necklace and brought out the reds and oranges of the gems. It was a simple strand, though Willow knew it had to have been custom made for her.

Each setting was made of a long, wicked looking silver object that Willow quickly realized was a railroad spike, and a deep orange stone that, by some trick of the cutting looked as if it were crackling with flames. Eighteen little sets made up the strand. Willow could only look from it to Spikes grinning face and back again in wonder.

"Oh, Spike." Willow pulled her hair up so Spike could clasp the chain behind her neck. "I love it."

"Knew you would, pet." Spike tossed the gown over the back of a chair and began kissing along Willows spine.

"It wasnt too much, was it? I dont want you to spend all your money on me."

"Ive got enough to spend." Spike turned her to face him and cradled her face in her palms, sinking long fingers into her curls. "Theres almost nothing more fun than buying things for you."

"Almost?" Willow felt her body respond to the devilish grin and quirked eyebrow she got in response. Spike sucked in his cheeks in that Im so damn good way of his, and Willow wondered if it were possible to orgasm from simply looking at his face.

One strong hand settled in the small of her back, bringing her hips up against his. He cradled the back of her head with the other and pressed his forehead against hers as he looked her in the eye. "I think youre dressed enough for now."

"Youre overdressed." Willow smiled happily and pushed at the offending jeans.

Spike only chuckled and placed her in the center of the bed before walking around the foot of the bed to lay his cigarettes and lighter on the trunk that sat there. Peeling the last piece of his clothing off, his eyes fairly gleamed with seductive mischief as he ran his eyes over her exposed flesh. Placing a hand on either side of her legs, he drew himself onto the bed.

Sleek, toned muscles knotted and coiled under porcelain skin as Spike began crawling up the bed. His soft lips and the tip of his nose were a mere inch above her body as he paused, blue eyes focused on green, to take in the heady scent of her arousal. Willow jumped when his actions caused a bolt of arousal to surge through her. The arousal brought more wetness in its wake, and Willow gulped when Spikes eyes dilated in response.

Spike was moving again. His eyes were still on hers as he moved, and Willow could see the flickering of amber around the wide pupils. The rise and fall of his shoulder blades as he crawled reminded her of the videos she used to watch of lions hunting, and Willow wondered if their prey welcomed them as she welcomed Spikes delicious weight.

Spike ran his tongue over the links of the necklace as he settled between her eagerly spread thighs. A slow deep thrust had Willow arching off the bed, scoring his back with her bitingly sharp nails, as he took his time entering her. "Mmmm, Spike."

At the sound of his name, Spike braced his weight on one forearm and ran the other hand down her side to caress her breast. Willow wrapped a leg around his waist and wriggled against him in an attempt to get him to move, earning a soft chuckle from the blonde and a softly tweaked nipple.

"Calm down, Willow." Spike planted soft wet kisses along her neck and chest while his hands moved to still her impatient movements. Gripping her hips, he pressed them into the mattress. "Ive got you."

A cool mouth closed over Willows left breast as Spikes hips began their movements, and she felt her back bowing in response. A groan floated from Willows chest when he entered her again, twisting his hips to give her clit the pressure it needed to start the little spasms that heralded the beginning of her orgasm.

"I love you." Willow pulled Spike to her for a deep kiss before biting into the side of his neck. Her blunt teeth sank deeply enough to draw blood, and Willow tasted copper.

"Red," Spike groaned and slammed into her as his climax ripped through him and he slid sharp fangs into the faint scar of his claim. He pulled back just enough to speak against the flesh under his lips. "I love you, Willow."

Willow gave a soft groan as Spike began moving inside her again, knowing that it was going to be another long night. Looking up at her lover, she knew she wouldnt want it any other way. "Forever."

"Most definitely." Long fingers smoothed a curl from her eyes. "And forevers never sounded so good."

Willow could only agree as another blissful wave of pleasure slid over her.

THE END.

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