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Controlling Chaos : Part 1

Willow sighed and reached out to turn off the annoying song, but the cool arm draped around her tightened, pulling her closer to the hard body lying behind her.

"Going somewhere?" the rough British voice asked her, only barely awake.

Willow wriggled against him, trying to disentangle herself. "I've gotta go to school."

"Didn't we already have this conversation," he asked, lightly peppering her shoulders with kisses.

"Mm-hmm," Willow agreed, allowing herself to be momentarily distracted. She sighed and turned over to face her lover. "But that was three days ago."

"So?" Starting to wake up, he groaned, "What is that sodding noise?"

Willow giggled. "That's the radio alarm, the one you wouldn't let me reach to turn off." She giggled again as she was immediately released and she turned it off. "Better?"

"Not quite." He pulled her back to him, covering her lips with his. Willow moaned into his mouth and tangled her fingers in his soft blond locks as his hands ran along her spine.

With a final lingering kiss, he pulled back to look in her glazed eyes. "Mornin' Red."

"Mm, mornin' Spike." Willow turned her head to look at the clock. "Now I've really gotta get up."

"I'm already 'up'," Spike leered, pressing his erection into her hip.

"You know that's not what I meant," Willow blushed, lightly slapping his chest. "I have to go to school today."

"Now why would you want to do that when you could stay in bed with me?"

"Because it's what teenagers do. We go to school and learn the 3 R's so that we can graduate and then go on to college."

"Yeah, but what's one more day of playing hooky? I'll make it worth your while."

"Spike, as much as I'd love to, you know that I can't. For one thing, Buffy would never believe the sick excuse again. If I don't show up at school today Buffy will cut class and come over here and drive a stake through your heart." Willow placed an open mouthed kiss over the spot on his chest where his heart would be. "And I wouldn't want that to happen."

"You've got a point there." Spike reluctantly agreed.

Willow slipped from the bed and grabbed her robe on her way to the bathroom. Spike considered staying in bed, but the thought that he'd be stuck in her parents' house all day without his witch changed his mind. He climbed out of the nice warm bed and silently slipped into the bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain and briefly admired the view of a wet Willow before climbing in with her.

"Spike, what are you doing?" Willow shrieked.

"I'm helping." He took the shampoo bottle from her and poured some into his palm then placed the bottle back on the shelf. He turned Willow around and began to rub the shampoo into her hair. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

"Trying to change my mind about leaving," Willow guessed. A quiet moan escaped as Spike massaged her scalp.

"Well, yeah." Willow squinted her eyes open to mock-glare at the vampire. He sighed and renewed his lathering. "Fine. Let's get you all nice and squeaky clean for school. You've got an innocent image to keep up."

Willow sighed, a soft smile gracing her face, as Spike moved her head under the spray of the shower and rinsed the shampoo from her hair. "That feels wonderful. Maybe one more day..." she murmured.

"Really?" Spike questioned, hope apparent in his voice.

Willow opened her eyes and caught Spike's hopeful look. She frowned, looking away. "No, not really. I'm just dreading seeing Buffy."

"Now why'd you have to go and ruin a perfectly good shower," Spike grumbled. He reached around Willow and turned the water off. He pulled back the curtain and grabbed a towel and began drying the redhead and then himself.

Willow nervously looked into Spike's eyes. "Do you... Do you think she told the others? Besides Angel I mean."

"Don't know, pet. What if she did?"

"I don't know. Xander'd have a fit. He'd probably grab a stake and rush out to find you. Hey! He hasn't tried staking you yet, so he must not know," Willow beamed, then just as quickly her face dropped. "But Giles... He'd probably stutter and clean his glasses, then try to stake you."

"At least Angel already knows," Spike smirked. If possible, the smirk grew as Willow blushed.

"You don't think he's upset that I didn't invite him back here last night do you?"

"Don't really care."

Willow headed back to her room, with Spike in tow. "It's just... this is my parents' house. It was one thing to be with both of you in your crypt, but that would just be too weird here. It's weird enough having you here. A good weird though. But I also know that you only put up with Angel because of me, and I wouldn't want you two to kill each other trapped together all day, just the two of you, in my parents' house."

"Don't fret so, luv. I get it, and you're right, we would have killed each other if trapped here all day together."

Spike pulled Willow against him, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Willow wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss for a moment, until she realized they were still naked, and Spike was still aroused.

She pushed away from him and started rummaging through her dresser, getting dressed as she went.

"You're no fun," Spike pouted, falling back on the bed. He watched her frantically dress, covering her fully blushing body under the layers - panties, bra, colorful tights, tank top, flowery skirt, fuzzy sweater.

"I wasn't trying to be fun." Willow ran a brush through her hair and glanced at the clock. "Eep. I'm gonna be late." She scurried around the room making sure everything was in her backpack that was supposed to be.

She almost made it out the door when she looked back over at Spike reclined on the bed. She stopped mid-step at the picture he made, lying naked on her bed, lightly stroking his cock as eyes followed her every movement. "Stop it," she whined.

"Stop what?" he leered, eyebrow raised.

"Stop being so damn sexy," she pouted, moving back towards the bed.

"Sorry. Nothin' I can do about that," he smugly replied, reaching out to pull her down on the bed.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bad influence?"

"All the time. I revel in it. Demon y'know."

"Yeah, my own, personal demony bad influence." Willow kissed him, showing him just what kind of influence he was having on her. When Spike tried to pull her closer she pushed away, hopping off the bed.

"I'm sorry, but I've really gotta go now. Look, why don't you try to get some more sleep, then later feel free to watch some TV, we've got cable. School let's out around 3pm, but Buffy's probably going to guilt me into research. So, um, I don't know if I'll be back before sunset. If I'm not, then I'm still stuck at the library. But I don't think you should come there. I have no idea how likely Buffy's gonna be to stake you after I talk to her."

Spike stood and placed a finger over the still moving mouth. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm a big vampire. I can spend a day in a house alone. It'll be a lot more entertaining here than at the crypt. If you're not here at sunset I'll go get a bite to eat and wait for you near the library. Don't want you walking home at night by yourself." Willow smiled at him adoringly. Spike picked up her backpack and handed it to her. "Now off you go. Fill that beautiful head of yours full of knowledge."

"I'll miss you Spike," Willow shyly admitted, giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing out of the room.

"Me too, pet."

Controlling Chaos : Part 2

Willow jumped in her chair when she heard Buffy and Xander entering the library. She nervously looked up and saw the disappointed look on Buffy's face. Xander looked back and forth between his two best friends, completely oblivious to the cause of the sudden tension.

"Now should I have brought a jacket?" he jokingly asked. "'Cause there is definitely a chill factor in here."

"What?" Willow asked, looking at her oldest friend. "No, no chilliness here. But, ah, Buffy and I have something we need to talk about. Giles, can we use your office?"

"Hm, oh, yes, of course," the older man distractedly responded, barely looking up from the tome in front of him.

Willow grabbed Buffy's arm and dragged her into Giles' office, closing the door behind them.

Xander dropped into a chair and bewilderedly looked at Giles. "So what's that about?"

Giles looked up and noticed that the girls were gone and Xander looked confused. He replayed the last few minutes in his head, recalling that Willow wished to speak privately with Buffy. "I'm not certain," he honestly answered. "But I have a feeling that it has to do with Willow's absence on Friday. As you know, it is very unusual for Willow to miss school, even for an illness. Buffy was also very distracted all weekend. So I would assume that she knows where Willow was when she wasn't here."

"And she didn't tell me?" Xander disbelievingly exclaimed. "I'm Willow's bestest bud! If something's going on with her that I don't know about then I should be told."

"If there is something happening in Willow's life, I'm sure that she will tell you when SHE is ready." Giles stated pointedly, hoping the subject was now closed.

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Willow sat on Giles' desk, waiting for Buffy to say something, but after a couple of minutes of awkward silence, she still hadn't said anything.

"So, um, are we okay?" Willow ventured, raising her eyes to Buffy's face.

"I don't know. Are you still sleeping with Spike?" Buffy casually asked. Willow flinched anyway and nodded her head. "I just don't see what you see in him. He's a vampire, a soulless demon."

"I know that Buffy. Believe me, he reminds me of that quite frequently." Willow was smiling, but sobered at the horrified look on Buffy's face. "Not in a bad way. I mean, you know how Spike is. I'll say something and he'll say it's because he's a demon. Like this morning..."

"This morning!" Buffy yelled. Quieter she continued, "You were with him this morning? You came to school from his crypt?"

"No, we were at my house," Willow corrected, then bit her lip at the realization of what she had said.

"Your house?!" Buffy demanded. "You invited that thing into your home?!" Willow opened her mouth, but Buffy continued, "Of course you did. You invited him into your body, why not your home?"

Willow's face hardened. Before either of them knew what had happened Willow slapped Buffy. "Don't you ever speak to me that way again," she coldly stated. "I will tell you this one more time, and after that either you will continue to be my friend, or you will leave me alone. I like Spike. I like the way he makes me feel. He makes me realize things about myself that I never thought were possible. He makes me feel sexy, and desirable, like a woman. He's incredibly handsome and sexy and could probably have any woman he wanted, but he wants me. Me! If you can't be happy for me, then stay out of my life." Buffy opened her mouth to try one last protest, but Willow cut her off. "Don't you dare bring up the demon thing. You know that he's not like other demons. He helped you with the whole Acathala thing remember. And don't tell me he can't love, because he was in love with Drucilla for like a hundred years. And no, he's not in love with her anymore because she dumped him."

"Can I say something now?" Buffy ventured when Willow paused for breath.

"Go ahead," she allowed.

"I'm not ready to welcome Spike into the gang, but if this is really what you want, then I will promise not to stake him, as long as he doesn't hurt you."

"Really? Do you mean that?" Willow asked, not entire sure she believed Buffy, but desperately wanting to.

Buffy nodded and was quickly enveloped in a fierce hug. Willow whispered, "Thank you."

"But if he hurts you in any way..."

"He won't. I trust him Buffy."

"Right then." Buffy turned to head back into the main room, when Willow's voice stopped her.

"Um, are you going to tell Xander and Giles?"

Buffy slowly turned around, taking in the nervous stance of the redhead. She sighed. "No, I won't tell them, but you better do it soon, before they figure out Spike's back in town and try to dust him just for being here. Of course they'll really want to dust him once they find out..." A maniacal grin began to grow.

"Don't I know it," Willow rolled her eyes. "One more thing. What did Angel say to you after you sicked him on us?"

"Oh, um, he said that as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't think Spike was going to hurt you and that you deserved to be happy. And if I was smart I wouldn't get in the way."

"He was right you know."

"I know," Buffy sighed. "Sorry 'bout that by the way."

"S'okay. At least he was able to get through to you."

"Anyway, he said he'd stop by the research session tonight to see how things were going between us." Buffy tossed over her shoulder as she rejoined Xander and Giles.

Willow followed, trying to hide her worry over seeing Angel again so soon after their weekend. She didn't know how she was going to be able to behave normally around him after having spent the better part of two days, and nights, in bed with him with Spike.

Controlling Chaos : Part 3

With a slight grin in place Angel snuck behind the hacker and whispered in her ear, "Hey there gorgeous," before brushing his lips along the shell of her ear.

With an "Eep" Willow jumped out of her chair, nearly tripping over Angel. "Angel, don't do that."

Willow's loud exclamation caught the attention of the others in the room. More accurately, it caused Giles and Buffy to pause in the actions and look at the pair and Xander to startle to wakefulness and fall out of his chair.

"What's going on? What happened?" he asked from his position on the floor.

"Nothing. Angel just scared me."

"Did he do that stealthy thing again?" Buffy asked.

"Uh huh."

"I told you we need to get a bell for him," Xander said, pulling himself back into his chair.

"What brings you here, Angel?" Giles asked.

Angel exchanged a look with Buffy before saying, "I need a word with Willow, in private."

"Of course," Giles said, as if there was nothing strange about Angel needing to talk privately with Willow. "Willow, will you be needing my office again?"

Willow glanced at the large window that looked into Giles' office. She nibbled her lip for a moment before shaking her head. "That's not necessary, Giles. We'll just go talk in the stacks."

Angel silently followed the self-conscious girl into the rarely used back room.

"What's that all about?" Xander asked the room in general. "Does this have anything to do with the little pow-wow you and Willow had earlier?"

Buffy stared after her friends, not entirely comfortable about the way they were acting. In a far-off voice she said, "It might."

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When they reached the far end of the room Willow turned to face Angel. "So what'd you need to talk about?"

Angel closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her. He lowered his head until their mouths were almost touching before he huskily said, "I missed you last night." He took her mouth in a fiery kiss, showing the redhead how much she was missed.

Willow kissed him back with equal passion, her hands clenching his shoulders, her body pressed tightly against his. She could feel his arousal swell against her belly and moaned into his mouth. When her need for oxygen became desperate Willow broke the kissed, but kept their bodies melded together. "I missed you too," she breathed. "You understand why, right?"

Angel idly ran his hands through her hair in a comforting gesture. "Of course I understand, little one. This must be incredibly overwhelming for you." Willow nodded her head in agreement. "I'm willing to give you all the space you need."

"Not just yet though, right?" Willow ran her hands over his ass, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Willow, I'm shocked," Angel feigned disbelief at her actions. "In the library no less."

"What can I say, I've always loved books." Willow pulled his head back down to hers. As soon as their lips connected, Willow ran her tongue against his lips, begging entry, which was instantly granted. Her tongue explored the cool recess, running over blunt teeth, caressing his tongue. When she retreated, Angel followed into her mouth, reciprocating her caresses.

Finally the reality of the situation forced itself into Willow's lust-addled brain. She pushed herself away from Angel, taking a step back. "Oh my God, Angel. We can't do this here. We're in the library, and everyone's out there. And I promised Spike to not do this when he isn't there."

Angel recaptured her mouth, to quiet her before she broke into a full-blown panic attack.

"It's okay, Willow. I do understand. I may not like Spike's little rule, but I won't do anything to get myself kicked out of your bed. I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place, but I couldn't help myself," he sheepishly admitted.

"This is going to be really hard isn't it? I mean, I see you all the time with the gang what with all the evil fighting we do together. You know that they can't know about us, right?"

"I know. It'll be hard enough for them to accept you with Spike. How's that going by the way? Buffy seemed awfully quiet."

"Well, after I said that she has no right to tell me who I can or can't date and that Spike makes me happy and I'd cut her out if she tried to press the issue she said that she isn't ready to welcome him with open arms, but wouldn't dust him, unless he hurt me, of course." Willow grinned. "I think what you said to her helped."

"I just tried to make her realize that you're a grown woman now, capable of making her own decisions. And when it comes to a woman's love life, I've learned not to get between her and the object of her affection. Especially when that's exactly where I'd prefer to be."

"Now don't start that again." Willow admonished him, then sighed. "I suppose we should probably get back out there."

"Do the others know yet?"

"No, just Buffy, and she said she'd let me tell them. I just don't know how."

"It can wait another until another night. Are you about ready to leave? I can walk you home."

"Thanks. I really should get going. I left Spike alone in my house all day. He said that he'd wait for me not far from the library if I was still here after sundown."

"Well then, let's not keep him waiting."

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