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Controlling Chaos : Part 7

Giles entered the library after a quick patrol with Buffy and Xander. When they realized that it was going to be a slow night he sent the children off
to the Bronze so that he could return to the sanctuary of his library.

Immediately upon entering, he noticed that Willow's backpack was still lying in the middle of the floor where she had dropped it earlier. 'How odd,' he
thought, picking it up and placing it on the reading table.

The backpack's presence could only mean that Willow and Angel were still here, somewhere in the back stacks. Deciding to inform them of his presence,
he headed towards the other room. As he neared the end of the room he heard laughter, male and female... and another male. His curiosity peeked, Giles
turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.

Before him he saw Willow, a very naked Willow, between an equally naked Angel and Spike. This couldn't be his sweet, shy, innocent Willow - with a
fresh bite mark on her neck. Before he could stop himself he gasped, "Willow?"

He saw her tense, then roll over to nervously look at him. "Um, hi Giles. Back already?"

Giles opened and closed his mouth a few times, staring at her with wide eyes. Finally he managed to stammer, "Um, yes, just," as his face reddened.
"Willow, wh-what is exactly is going on h-here?"

"What's it look like?" Spike sneered, finally drawing the watcher's eyes away from the redhead.

Not wanting to get into an argument while she was lying on the library floor, naked, Willow quickly said, "Look Giles. I know you have questions.
Just let us get dressed first and then we'll meet you out in the main room. Okay?"

"Ah yes, of course, please do get dressed. I'll just..." He turned on his heel and virtually ran back to the main room.

"Well, this is embarrassing," Angel stated.

"Tell me about it. Giles just saw me naked!" Willow squeaked.

"And he enjoyed every minute of it," Spike leered, raking his eyes over Willow's body as she began to dress.

"He did not," she blanched.

"I'm gonna have to agree with Spike on this one," Angel said, pulling on his own clothes. At Willow's horrified, disbelieving look, he explained. "He's a
man Willow. And you have an amazing body."

"No, no." Willow shook her head. "He was just shocked at seeing me naked with you guys."

"Right," Spike drawled, finally pulling on his clothes. "That's why his hands remained in front of his zipper the entire time he was ogling you."

"Can we please change the subject now?" Willow pleaded. "It's bad enough that I have to go out there and face him now. I don't need to worry about
him checking me out too."

At the desperate look on her face, Spike relented. With an exaggerated sigh he said, "Oh fine. I'd rather not have him thinking about you naked either.
I'm the only one allowed to do that." At Angel's cough he added, "And Peaches."

"Are you ready to go face the music," Angel asked when they were all fully clothed.

Willow took a deep breath and looked around for any excuse to not go out to see Giles. "Not really, but let's get this over with. I just need to do one
thing first."

"What's that luv?" Spike asked.

Willow answered by pulling Angel into a quick kiss. She then turned to Spike and pulled him in for a kiss as well. Not one to be outdone by Angel, Spike
refused to release Willow when she started to pull back. Instead, he kissed her even harder, forcing his tongue into her mouth. They finally pulled
apart at Angel's not-so-subtle throat clearing. They turned their heads to look at him, or in Spike's case, glare.

"We probably shouldn't keep Giles waiting," Angel pointed out.

Willow nodded her head and allowed Angel to take her hand and lead her back out to the main room of the library. Willow pulled Spike along with her
other hand, knowing that as much as she was dreading this confrontation, he was the one with a stake waiting for him.

Giles was sitting at the reading table, now clear of everything except two stakes pointed at the outside two chairs of the three across from him.

"Please take a seat," he calmly requested in a tone that brooked no argument. Silently the trio took their seats, all nervously eyeing the
stakes on the table.

Looking straight into Willow's eyes, Giles said, "Give me one good reason for me not to stake these two."

"Because I'm asking you not to." Knowing that this wasn't the answer he was looking for, Willow hastened to continue, "I'm asking you to trust me to
know what I'm doing. I care about them, BOTH of them." She squeezed their hands.

Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose as he asked, "How in God's name did this happen?" He replaced his glasses and returned to
watching Willow's face. "Do the others know about this? And why Spike of all people?"

"Hey," Spike exclaimed. "What now, Angel's the only vamp anyone's allowed to shag around here?"

"Angel has a soul," Giles spat out. His eyes widened as he turned to Angel. "You do still have your soul?"

"Yes, I do," Angel smiled. "When Willow gave me back my soul she accidentally made it permanent."

"Well, that's a relief. Does Buffy know this?"

Angel hung his head, admitting, "No she doesn't. I knew it was over with her when I returned from Hell and I didn't see any reason to give her hope."

"And she doesn't know about me and Angel," Willow added. "But she does know about Spike. So does Xander."

"And he's not dust?" Giles asked, surprised.

"Nope," Spike smugly grinned. "I'm a little surprised myself, especially with the way Slutty found out, what with her walking in on us and everything."

"Spike," Willow elbowed him, her face turning as red as her hair.

"What?" he asked looking at her, loving how easily she got embarrassed. "It's true. And it's not like he doesn't know what we've been doing,
considering the state of undress he found us in."

"Did Xander walk in on you too?" Giles nervously asked.

"Gosh no," Willow said. "No, I told him about Spike this morning after..." She abruptly closed her mouth, shaking her head, not wanting to tell Giles
that she had spent the night at Angel's last night.

"Willow, do you have any idea of the dangers of getting involved with a vampire, let alone two?"
 

Unconsciously she raised her hand to the bite Spike had left on her neck just a short while ago. "Um, yeah. But Spike's the only one allowed to bite
me." Willow darted her eyes to look at the blond vampire. "In all honesty, I don't mind the biting," she admitted, refusing to look at Giles.

"I coulda told ya that, pet," Spike whispered in her ear before running his tongue over the healing puncture marks. Willow shivered in response.

"Do you mind?" Giles scoffed.

"Not t'all." Spike continued nuzzling Willow's neck.

Angel reached around Willow and slapped the back of Spike's head, growling, "Not now Spike."

Spike growled in response but sat back mumbling under his breath about poofy sires ruining his fun.

Willow smiled at Giles. "Don't worry, they're always like this."

"And it doesn't bother you?"

"Not really. I'm the reason that Angel didn't dust Spike the moment Buffy told him about us."

"And what? You just invited him in bed with you?"

"Watch your tone Watcher," Spike warned.

"It's okay, Spike. I can handle this." Willow rested her hand on his arm. She looked Giles square in the eyes, "Giles, how I got together with these
guys isn't important. What is important is that they make me happy. I'll admit that I was a little scared when Spike first approached me." Spike
puffed out his chest and grinned with pride. "But he was very persistent and tender with me and he made me feel things I've never felt before. When Angel
told me he wanted me too I was surprised. He said that he wouldn't try to steal me away from Spike so long as he could join us from time to time."
Willow paused to make sure Giles hadn't fainted from everything she was saying. She was relieved to see he was only a little pale and furiously
polishing his glasses. "I know you're concerned for my safety, but I know that Spike won't hurt me, Angel either. And most importantly, they make me
happy."

Willow sat back with her resolve face in place, receiving a squeeze from both of her vamps' hands on her thighs.

Giles took a moment to process everything Willow told him. He had always considered Willow to be the smartest of his young charges. She always
thought things through and looked at everything from all possible angles. But could he condone a relationship with TWO vampires?

He had watched Buffy's roller coaster of a relationship with Angel. Although a lot of that had to do with the fact that Buffy was the Slayer and Angel
was a vampire. Then there were the problems they had after the curse was removed. However, he didn't foresee Willow having those problems with Angel.
For one thing, his soul was now permanent. And secondly, Willow was not the slayer.

However, Angel, or rather Angelus, had brutally murdered his dear sweet Jenny and then gleefully tortured him for hours. Consciously he knew that
Angel was not Angelus, yet it was still sometimes difficult to separate the two. Then again, if Angel is correct, and Willow had made his soul
permanent, removing the threat of Angelus' possible return, could he truly deny the girl's happiness because of his problems with the vampire?

And then there was Spike... Spike who had tried to kill them all for the better part of last year. Spike who had spent the last century in love with
Drucilla. Spike who had helped Buffy try to stop Angelus from awakening Acathala. Spike who was looking at Willow with such love and lust...

He knew she was waiting for a response from him. He just wasn't certain that he would be able to give her the response she was looking for. Knowing the
redheaded witch as well as he thought he did, he knew that she would do what she pleased, regardless of what he said. Although apparently he didn't know
her quite as well as he thought. He never would have imagined that the shy, quiet girl would willingly enter a sexual relationship with a soulless
vampire. Then again, she did remain with Oz after she found out he was a werewolf.

And he couldn't fault either of these demons for falling for the redhead. Admittedly, to himself at least, he had fallen under her charms ages ago.
She reminded him so much of himself � quiet with a thirst for knowledge, but with an underlying braveness and rebelliousness. Even now, she was able to
control these two master vampires with just a look.

Slowly Giles said, "I won't say that I'm pleased to hear about your new� relationship." He saw Willow begin to interrupt and held up a hand to stave
her off. "However, I have always found you to be an intelligent girl, young woman, capable of making her own decisions. I know that there is nothing
that I could say, or do, to convince you that this may be a mistake, as you have obviously made up your mind about this. Therefore, I will wish you luck
and continued happiness."

The grin that split Willow's face lit up the room. Angel and Spike released an unnecessary breath, both knowing how much Willow looked up to the
librarian and sought his approval.

"Really?" Willow asked through a tooth-filled grin.

At Giles' nod Willow jumped out of her chair and ran around the table to hug the older man, mumbling "Thank you" into his chest. Giles awkwardly patted
her shoulders while reveling in the chance to hold her in his arms, however briefly. Seeing the look of contentment on the man's face, both vamps began
to quietly growl. "Stop it," Willow scolded them before placing a small kiss on Giles' cheek and returning to her seat where she immediately found
Angel's arm around her shoulders and Spike's around her waist.

"Of course, should either of them harm you in any way�" A distinctly Ripperish gleam entered his eyes as he left the threat hanging.

"Yeah, yeah," Spike responded in a bored tone. "We'll be staked so fast our dust won't have time to settle."

"What makes you think it'd be quick?" Giles countered.

Spike looked at the man before him with a suddenly new-found respect at the promise of torture and pain should he harm Willow.

"Don't worry Giles," Angel reassured him. "The last thing either of us would ever want to do is hurt Willow � either emotionally or physically." Giles
nodded in understanding.

"Um, Giles," Willow tentatively asked. "Please don't say anything about Angel to the others. It was hard enough getting them to be okay with me
dating Spike. I don't think either of them could handle the Angel-y parts. Besides, technically I am Spike's� girlfriend, so you wouldn't be lying."

"I think I could do that," Giles agreed. He knew only too well how Buffy and Xander would react to Willow's involvement with Angel. "But if I were you,
I'd tell them about Angel sooner rather than later. Especially since you seem to have a proclivity for getting caught in illicit situations." He knew
that she understood him when her cheeks began to redden and she fidgeted in her seat.

"Well, if that's it then." Spike stood and prepared to leave, helping Willow to stand as well.

"Yeah, we'd better get home. Thanks again Giles." Willow grabbed her backpack, allowing Spike to steer her towards the door.

"You're welcome, my dear." Giles waited until they were almost out the door before adding, "Willow, one more thing." She stopped and turned to face him.
"No more shagging in the library."

Willow's face turned a bright shade of red. "Okay," she quietly agreed and made a hasty retreat with her two vamps smiling as they followed her.



 

Controlling Chaos : Part 8

Willow collapsed on the couch upon entering her home with Spike. Angel had sensed the redhead's exhaustion and politely excused himself to do a quick
patrol to make sure the night was as quiet as Giles had implied.

Spike plopped himself down next to his witch and pulled her against his body, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"What a day," Willow mumbled into Spike's chest, snuggling closer.

"Yeah, that was fun," Spike said lightly, knowing that wasn't how she'd meant it.

"Fun?" she questioned, pushing herself to sit on her own. "Fun?" the indignation rising in her voice. "That was exhausting!"

"We weren't too rough on you, were we?" Spike asked, still purposely misinterpreting her.

Willow cheeks began to color, "I didn't mean that part. That was great, as always." Spike raised an eyebrow and leered at self-conscious girl beside
him. "I meant the all the explaining. First with Xander in the morning then again with Giles." She buried her face in her hands, wailing, "I can't
believe Giles walked in us while we were... you know."

"Well, technically, we were done with the," he paused to adopt a mocking tone and run a hand from her breastbone down to her bellybutton, "you know."

Her breath caught and she half whimpered, half scolded, "Spike."

"Yes, pet?" he asked from somewhere near her neck. He couldn't resist inhaling her intoxicating scent, a delightful mixture of embarrassment,
exhaustion and arousal. His tongue flicked out to brush against his mark from earlier, causing Willow to shudder delightfully. It was the first time
he'd bitten her neck and he couldn't deny the feelings of pride that she now bore his mark. Now everyone would know just who she belonged to. The fact
that it would royally piss off the Slayer was just an added bonus.

"Spike?" Willow sighed, interrupting his thoughts, but not his nuzzling.

"Yes, Willow," he asked, gently nipping at her neck and earlobe with blunt teeth.

"I� I'm� too�" Her breath caught in her throat followed by a low moan as she felt Spike's ridges appear against her neck and shoulder moments before he
gently eased his fangs into his mark. Her hands immediately wrapped themselves around his neck, one holding his head to her, the other's nails
digging into the base of his neck.

Spike's grin at her moan turned into one of his own when he felt her nails digging into him � the slight addition of pain to the ambrosia of her blood
making him instantly hard. He slowly withdrew his fangs as he felt the body in his arms go slack. For a moment he panicked, afraid that he had taken too
much blood. Her slow heartbeat confirmed that she had merely passed out � the events of the day finally taking their toll. Chastising himself for
fearing for the girl's life he gently picked her up and carried the unconscious girl upstairs to her bedroom. He was a bloody demon and here he
was worried about taking too much from this girl. But she was HIS girl and he wanted her to stay nice and warm and living for a while yet.

He set Willow down on her bed before turning on the lights and looking around the room. He shuddered at how girly her room was, then again he
reminded himself, that's just what she was. After he properly covered her windows to block out the morning sun he set about finding all of her candles
and lighting them around the room. Once satisfied he took a couple with him and headed for the bathroom where he began to fill the tub with hot water.
Finding some apple blossom scented bath oil he added it to the rising water. When the tub was full he turned the tap off and made sure that everything he
would need would be within arms reach. Satisfied, he returned to his sleeping beauty.

Willow still hadn't stirred by the time Spike had returned to her side. He allowed himself a moment to admire her ethereal beauty in the soft
candlelight. Snapping himself out of the indulgent moment he carefully began to undress his goddess. Each piece of clothing was reverently removed until
she was bare before him. Tossing her clothes into a corner, he quickly added his own to the pile.

Once again, with surprising gentleness, Spike lifted Willow into his arms. He carried her into the bathroom and set her in the lightly steaming water.
He made sure to hold her head above the water as he eased his body in behind hers. He pulled her back against his chest, resting her head on his
shoulder. He couldn't help the sigh of contentment at the feeling of the hot water surrounding him, along with the heat of the girl resting against him,
slowly adding warmth to his cool body.

Willow drifted to consciousness slowly as the hot water eased the tension from her body. She was reluctant to open her eyes for fear that the
contentment was just a dream. The dull throbbing in her neck, along with the sensation of Spike running a washcloth over her body, convinced her that she
was indeed awake.

"Nice nap?" Spike quietly asked her, having sensed she was now awake from the change in her breathing.

"Mm-hm," Willow nodded, finally opening her eyes. "Did I pass out?" she groggily asked.

"Yeah. Guess you were more knackered than I thought."

"S'okay." Willow tried to sit up so that she could turn to look at Spike, but he held her in place as he continued to lightly graze her breasts and
belly with the washcloth. Instead she turned her head far enough to look up at his smirking, beautiful, face. "C'mere."

Spike lowered his head until his lips met those of the naked girl in his arms. At first he lightly brushed his lips against hers, but he was in no
mood for teasing and quickly increased the pressure and intensity. Willow gasped under the assault of his mouth and Spike lost no time in taking
advantage it. Slipping his tongue past her lips and teeth he began a thorough refamiliarization with her mouth.

This time when Willow tried to move she was able to do so without protest. Without breaking the kiss Willow twisted around in the tub until she was
able to straddle Spike's legs. She lifted her hands to cup his face, holding him close, and taking advantage of their new position to pillage his mouth
with her tongue. Spike used their new position to run the washcloth over Willow's back from shoulders to bum.

Willow ground her hips into Spike's, breaking the kiss to moan her pleasure when Spike dropped the washcloth and ran painted nails lightly down the
length of her back. Willow reciprocated by trailing her nails down Spike's pale chest, over his hardened nipples, and down to his rock hard arousal. He
gasped as she slowly ran a nail from base to tip, staring at her mischievous grin with wide eyes.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me, pet?" he barely managed to ask as Willow circled the head with the pad of her thumb.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," she smirked, pinching his nipple with her free hand.

"You sure you want to play rough?" he rasped, raising her hips.

Willow answered him by impaling herself on Spike as she claimed his mouth, biting his lip. Spike growled low in his throat, grasping her hips in a
bruising grip. She'd have marks in the morning, but right now neither of them cared. Willow began a furious pace, riding Spike hard and fast, sending
water splashing over the bathroom floor. Spike raised his hips to meet every one of Willow's downward movements. The friction sent both of them rushing
towards release. Willow's nails made trails along Spike's chest as he began to rub her clit with quick, sharp movements. Willow cried out as she felt
herself pushed over the edge, pulling Spike's face back to his mark. He sunk his fangs into her neck as her clamping muscles wrenched his orgasm from
him.

Willow was panting against Spike's shoulder, where her forehead was resting, as Spike laved her mark with his tongue. They stayed like that for many long
moments, both too overwhelmed to move. Finally Willow managed to lift her head, moaning, "Can't move. That was... That was..."

"That it was," Spike agreed, kissing her swollen lips.

"Bed now," Willow suggested sleepily.

Spike chuckled, "I think you've earned it." He lifted Willow off of him and set her down at the opposite end of the tub. He pulled the plug on the tub
as he stood and reached for a towel. He quickly dried himself off before reaching back in and pulling Willow to her feet. She leaned against him as
he proceeded to dry her off.

Once dry, Spike lifted the sleepy girl into his arms, blew out the candles, and headed back towards Willow's bedroom. He set her on her feet next to the
bed, keeping one arm around her to keep her standing, so that he was able to pull back the covers. "It's pretty in here," the redhead mumbled as she was
set on the bed. Spike looked around the room and had to agree that it did look better in candlelight.

After extinguishing all of the candles, Spike slipped into bed next to the nearly asleep girl. She snuggled closer to him and Spike silently thanked
Angel for giving him this night with his girl. Willow was his and he hadn't been able to prove that to her nearly enough for his liking. But tonight
they were different. Tonight he was able to treat her like the goddess that she was. And she treated him like the demon he was. He doubted she even knew
how excited he had been at her rougher treatment of him. He was amazed that he'd lasted as long as he had, which wasn't nearly as long as she deserved.

Unlife was certainly looking up.

 

Controlling Chaos : Part 9

Sheila Rosenberg poked her head into her daughter's room early Wednesday morning. Her conference had ended a day early due to widespread food
poisoning and she wanted to let Willow know that she was back.

She was surprised to find that she could barely see five feet in front of her due to the heavy blankets covering Willow's French doors. 'Honestly,'
she thought, 'just because she is a teenager doesn't mean that she needs to hide from the sun.' She pulled down the blankets, flooding the room with
sunlight.

She spun around at the distinctly male exclamation of, "Bloody hell," to find Willow sitting straight up in bed with a wild look in her eyes and the
comforter pulled up to her neck. There was a rather large lump under the covers in the bed next to her.

Willow had been woken by Spike's yelling. When Sheila had opened the curtains the naked vampire instantly began to smoke, eliciting the rather
loud exclamation followed by his diving under the covers.

As she tried to wrap her sleep-addled brain around the sudden commotion, Willow's eyes focused on her mother standing in shock by the uncovered
windows. "Mom," she gasped. "Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow."

"I can see that," Sheila coldly responded. "Would you care to introduce me to your bedmate?"

"Uh, um, sure. Could you please close the curtains first, his eyes are really sensitive to sunlight." Willow thought the lie sounded plausible and
hoped her mother would buy it. She reached over and turned on the ceiling light so that it wouldn't be completely dark in the room.

Unseen by both women, Spike was rolling his eyes and cursing at his bad luck. He was having a hard time keeping his demon in check, both due to his
rude awakening, as well as the tone in Willow's mother's voice. He had hoped that he could avoid the whole 'meeting the parents' thing. Apparently he was
wrong.

Willow nudged him when it was safe for him to surface. Making sure to keep Willow covered, Spike slowly sat up in the bed, smirk firmly in place when
he met Sheila's disapproving eyes.

"Uh, Mom, this is Sp-- William." Willow cast a nervous, apologetic, glance at Spike hoping he wouldn't object too much to that name. "William, this is
my mom, Sheila Rosenberg."

"Pleasure," Spike drawled.

"Hardly," Sheila responded, causing Willow's jaw to drop. Noting her daughter's surprised expression Sheila addressed her, "Really, Willow, you
could hardly expect me to be happy about this. What mother in her right mind would react well to finding her teenage daughter in bed with a man? One who
appears to be much older than her." Turning her attention back to Spike, she continued, "You are older than her right? Exactly how old are you?"

"I'm..." Spike started, but Willow interrupted. "He's 25, Mom."

"I see," Sheila said slowly. "I could have you arrested for statutory rape you realize."

"I did no such thing," Spike yelled, only having registered the rape part, and not knowing what the statutory part meant anyway.

"You wouldn't do that, really, would you?" Willow asked, considerably paler than before.

"Why shouldn't I?" Sheila countered.

Willow had to think about this for a minute. She couldn't say, 'Because Spike's really a vampire and he'd just kill the arresting officer and
probably you too.' She cast a furtive glance at Spike, who looked way too cocky for his own good. She decided to go with the truth. "Because I love
him," she said quietly.

"What?" came from the two other people in the room, but in very different tones - her mother sounded incredulous, Spike sounded awed.

Willow looked up into Spike's shining blue eyes and firmly told him, "I love you." She leaned in and said quietly in his ear, "This isn't how I planned
on telling you, but she needed to know the truth, and so do you."

When she leaned back again, Spike recaptured her eyes. Not even realizing what he had been feeling until he heard her say the words, he told her, "I
love you too." Uncaring that her mother was standing not 15 feet away, Spike closed the distance between them, taking her mouth in a passion-filled kiss.

Sheila turned her back on the loving display. A small part of her envied her daughter's newfound love. Ira certainly hadn't showed that kind of affection
in more years than she cared to count. But Willow was hardly old enough to know what real love was. And this young man was much too old for her. She
turned her head and found that they were still entwined in their lip-lock.

She tried clearing her throat, but that didn't work. Next she tried softly calling Willow's name. That didn't work either. Finally she practically
yelled, "Excuse me."

To which Spike replied, "You're excused," and promptly returned to kissing his love.

"I beg your pardon," Sheila said incredulously.

Reluctantly, Willow pulled away from Spike. "He didn't mean it that way," she jumped to explain.

"Did too," Spike mumbled, too quietly for Sheila to hear, but not Willow.

"Look Mom, can we have a few minutes to get dressed? I have to get ready for school anyway. You wouldn't want me to be late would you?"

"Of course not, dear." Sheila started to leave. "But don't think this is over with."

Willow breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed against Spike when she heard the door click shut. "And I thought getting caught by Giles was bad," she
moaned.

Spike gently stroked her hair as he said, "Come now luv, it wasn't all that bad."

Willow looked at him with a raised eyebrow and an expression that said, "You've gotta be kidding."

"Well, the almost being burnt to death, that part wasn't so fun," he conceded. "But, we did learn something very important."

This earned him the grin he loved. "You mean, like we love each other?" Willow asked, placing kisses over his chest.

Spike groaned at her sudden playfulness. "Yeah, that. Don't start that unless you mean it, pet."

"Oh, I mean it," Willow said silkily, bringing her hand to encircle his straining erection.

Spike bucked at her touch. Before she realized it was happening, Spike was rolling her onto her back and positioning himself over her body. His hand
reached down to test her readiness and he groaned again at the wetness he found there.

Willow ran her nails lightly down his back as she whispered in his ear, "I've been ready for you since you told me you loved me."

"I love you," Spike told her again as he entered her, before recapturing her mouth. Willow moaned at the duel sensation of him filling her body so
completely and his tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands found their way into his hair, holding him close to her as she kissed him with all the love
that she had.

Spike made love to Willow slowly, using long, strong strokes. He raised her legs over his shoulders so that he was able to gain deeper access, rubbing
against her clit with every movement.

Willow moaned low in her throat. Her entire body was tingling with love and lust. Slowly the tingles began to withdraw from her limbs to congregate in
her abdomen. Willow pulled back from the mind-numbing kiss in desperate need of air. Her mewls of pleasure were music to Spike's ears.

Spike kissed his way down Willow's neck, pausing to lap at his mark for a moment before continuing down to her breasts. He captured one puckered
nipple in his cool mouth, sucking hard at the tender flesh. Willow bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud, causing Spike to redouble his efforts.

"I love you," Willow gasped as she felt her orgasm wash over her.

If her clenching muscles hadn't done the trick, then it was her words that did him in. Spike climaxed, babbling in Willow's ear, "I love you, I love
you, I love you." Willow held him close as he stilled over her, resting his head on her shoulder.

Their moment of contentment was broken by Willow's mom calling up the stairs, "Willow, are you coming?"

"Yeah, we both did," Spike commented, moving to lie next to the redhead.

Willow began to laugh uncontrollably, with Spike joining her. She managed to call back, "I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Do you hafta?" Spike whined.

"You know that I do. As much as I'd love to spend all day proving to you how much I love you, I have to go talk to my mom, then go to school." She gave
him a peck on the cheek and rolled out of bed.

"You know, this whole school thing is really becoming a drag." He said, watching his love hide her glorious body under her geeky clothes.

"You weren't saying that yesterday," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but I don't think they'd let me shag you all over the building, in broad daylight."

"Speaking of which... I'll try to convince my mom to let you spend the day here. I have no idea yet how I'm gonna do that, but it shouldn't be too
difficult. She's more oblivious than Buffy's mom used to be. She'll probably be heading to the office before long anyways."

"She's not gonna try to talk to me again, is she? Or call the cops? 'Cause I didn't rape you; make her believe that."

Willow couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "She didn't say you raped me. She said she could have you arrested for statutory rape."

"What's the difference?"

"Statutory rape means that you had sex with a minor." At Spike's still confused look she added, "Someone under the legal age of consent, which in
this country is 18."

"But you're 18... not a minor."

"Right, but that doesn't mean that my mom remembers that," she tried to say lightly, knowing that she wasn't completely joking. "So you have nothing to
worry about."

When Spike continued to pout, Willow sat on the bed and rested her hand on his cheek. "I promise I'll come home straight after school. I'm sure Giles
will understand when I embarrassedly tell him that my mom walked in on us this morning."

Spike's eyes lit up at the devilish light in Willow's eyes. "Well, all right then." He pulled Willow into a very thorough good-bye kiss.

At the sound of her mother's voice, again, Willow pulled away from Spike and rushed around gathering the rest of her school things, calling that she'd be
right there. After one final circle, Willow called to Spike over her shoulder, "Love you."

"You too," he called back as the door closed.


 

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