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Chapter 5

Willow woke up the next afternoon and noticed a cold body next to hers. She slowly turned her head and saw Spike with his eyes closed, his body molded to hers. She looked down at her waist and noticed his arm draped around her. Willow took a deep breath and carefully picked up his arm, placing it against his side. <I need to get out of here.> She sat up slowly on the bed, careful not to wake him. Willow glanced back at him one more time, noticing that he looked like he was still asleep and raised her body from the bed.Before she could move another step, she felt an arm snake around her waist and pull her back onto the bed.

"Going somewhere, luv?"

"Well...I...was...I..."

"Don't leave yet," he whispered into her ear.

"You want me to stay?"

"Of course I bloody well want you to stay."

Willow turned in his arms to face him. Spike saw the look in her eyes and knew what was coming next. "This shouldn't of happened," he heard her whisper.

Spike felt all of the emotion in him drain in a matter of seconds. "That right?"

"It just..."

Spike grazed a finger down the side of her face. "Did you want me, luv?" he interrupted.

"What?" "You were the one that came to my crypt. Did you want me..."

"Spike...you know..."

Spike jumped out of bed and slid on a pair of jeans. "I don't know a bloody thing. The only fucking thing that I know is that you ACT like you want me one minute and then you push me away the next. I'm not something you can toy with."As Spike ranted, Willow climbed out of his bed, quickly dressing.

"Is that what you think I'm doing with you? You're SUPPOSED to have a thing for my best friend. And I'm SUPPOSED to be mourning my lover. But instead I'm here." She pointed at the both of them. "Doing this...with you."

"Can't stand the thought that you had sex with a demon?"

Willow was furious at this point. "I can't STAND the thought that while we were together , you could've been thinking about Buffy. I can't stand the idea that you could be comparing us...AND THAT I DON'T MEASURE UP!"

Spike expected her to say a lot of things, but THAT was not one of those things. He didn't know how to deal with what he was feeling, so he did what Angelus always taught him. To hurt the people you love. "That's what you fuckin' think? Get the hell out my crypt. I don't want to see you right now."

"Spike..."

"GO!" he growled.

Willow quickly left with tears running down her face. After Spike saw the crypt door shut, he started throwing anything he could.

"BLOODY HELL!" he screamed.

That evening at the Magic Box.....

Willow was sitting on the couch when Spike entered the Magic Box. After locking eyes with her for a moment, he looked away. "Well, if it isn't all the Scoobies...and what are we researching tonight?"

"Nothing in particular," Giles told him.

"Didn't someone dust you yet?" Buffy remarked to him.

The only person he had come to see was Willow. Spike's eyes flashed golden. "Sod off Slayer," he growled. As he saw Buffy return to the conversation she was having with Xander and Giles, he walked slowly behind Willow. As he passed behind her, he let his fingers graze along the back of her neck.

The sensation of feeling his fingers along her neck, sent shivers through her body. She watched as Spike sat down on the couch next to her and opened a book, his eyes never resting on the pages.

Spike grazed his leg against hers 'accidentally' and smiled when he heard her heart beat pick up. "About earlier," he said softly.

"Yeah," she just as softly.

"I didn't want you to leave."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said. Unfortunately, there's a lot of things being unsaid between the two of us." Spike wanted to say more but didn't know how to form it into words. He stood up and left the room without another sound.

Giles looked around the room. <I wonder where Spike went to? I was going to send him downstairs for supplies.> "Willow?"

Willow looked behind her shoulder and saw everyone but Spike. "Yeah."

"There are a few items I need from downstairs. Could you go and get them, please. I have them all written down." Giles picked up a piece of paper , emphasizing his point.

Willow got up from the couch, took the piece of paper and started down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she turned on the single light as her eyes widened a bit.

Spike was leaning against the wall downstairs , smirking. "Fancy seeing you down here, Red."

tbc

Chapter 6

"Spike! What...um...what are you doing down here?"

He held up the cigarette he had been smoking. "Fancied a drag, luv. And you?"

"Oh...Giles sent me down here. Supplies and stuff. So...I'll be going there now. To get the supplies."

Spike watched her start to look over the jars. He then looked at the stairs and then back at Willow. Quietly and slowly, he came up behind Willow and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Spike! I have to get these supplies."

"I heard you the first time, luv. Did you really mean what you said earlier?" he whispered.

"A-about what?"

"That you think you don't measure up." He felt Willow freeze in his embrace. Spike placed a kiss on her neck.

"It's true," she whispered.

"Like hell it is." Spike took a deep breath. "Why do you really think we keep meeting up like this?"

"That's easy. I'm attainable."

Spike spun her around to face him. "Is that what you think?" he growled. "Is that why you think that me and you are happening?"

"What other reason is there?"

"How about that I want you? And I-I was kinda hoping you wanted me too, luv."

"It's just that..."

"Since that night in the graveyard," he interrupted her quickly. "Since that night you have been the only person to consume my thoughts. I know you don't believe me but I'm not giving up on you. On us."

"I should get this stuff ready and..."

"Are you even listening to me, pet? You're so concerned on blocking me out. What would happen if you let me in?"

"Why? So you can hurt me?"

Spike pulled her body to him, crushing her against him. His lips met hers in a rough claiming kiss. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes. "I won't hurt you. I could never."

Willow tried to pull away but found she didn't really want to. "I need to go back upstairs."

"Not yet," he pleaded. "Let me?"

"Let you what?"

"Play." Her eyes widened. "We can't have sex down here. Anyone could..."

"Not sex. Just let me touch you. Let me feel you."

"Spike, we shouldn't."

"But," he said hopefully.

"But I want you," she whispered.

That was all the encouragement he needed. As his lips descended upon hers, he pushed her up against the wall. He pulled away from the kiss, only to trail kisses along her neck. He bunched her skirt and let his hand drift under her skirt. Feeling nothing underneath, he smiled and brushed two of his fingers across her wet folds. Hearing her gasp, he resumed kissing her neck and slid his two fingers inside her. He started a very slow and torturous pace, barely moving his fingers. Spike's head popped up when he heard the door above them open.

"Wills, are you still down here?" they heard Xander call out.

Spike noticed that Willow had tensed when heard Xander's voice but wasn't moving away from Spike. "Get rid of the moron. We're not done yet."

"Wills?"

"Yeah," she moaned. "Xander, I'll be up soon. Just gathering everything."

"Need help?"

"NO!" she shouted. "Oh goddess," she moaned into Spike's ear. "I'm fine," she yelled back up at him. When they heard the door shut, Willow started rocking against his hand.

"Tell me, luv. I need to hear it."

Willow looked into Spike's eyes. "I need you." When she felt his fingers thrust into her more quickly, she leaned down and started kissing his neck. "I want you Spike. So much." He took a step towards the wall, so Willow was leaning against him as he continued. Every movement one of them made excited a set of nerves within her. "So close, Spike. So close," she mumbled over and over.

He added another finger, his movements becoming rough and needing. "I know you wanna scream, but I don't recommend it. Not unless you want an audience." As she felt the tightening in her stomach, she looked down at his lower neck. As she felt the orgasm hit her, she bit down on his t-shirt, right below the neckline, hard. The bite muffled her screams. She could hear Spike growling at her while he continued his motions, letting her ride it out. When she let go of his neck, she found his lips pressed against hers.

As he pulled away, she started to apologize immediately. "I'm sorry. I didn't..."

Spike smoothed out her skirt. "You didn't mean to what?"

"Bite you. It was just..."

"A turn on."

"Really?"

"I'm a vampire, pet." He leaned into her neck and whispered in her ear. "You can bite me anytime you want. Anytime." He took a step away from her. "Well I better get back up there. I'm sure they have something for me to do. Patrol. Research."

As Willow saw him about to walk away, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to her. "We're not done yet," she whispered. "We're not?" he asked her with his eyebrow raised. Willow pushed him against the wall. "No. We're not." Willow pressed her lips to his, while she undid his jeans. When she had them undone, she pushed the jeans down over his hips. "I wanna have a little fun," she whispered. Slowly, she made her way down his body, planting small kisses on his skin. She lowered herself to her knees before him and let her hot breath graze his skin. Her tongue reached out and barely grazed over the head. When she heard him groan, she drifted her tongue around the head of his cock in circles.

"Luv, you're killing me."

Willow smiled and slid her mouth over his length, trying to relax her throat. She felt a small shiver run through his body before she started moving . Slowly she let her mouth drift up and down his length.

"Willow look at me," he demanded. When their eyes met, he was turned on that much more. Spike drifted his fingers through her hair, guiding her; not that she needed any help. <Cor, the chit is driving me crazy. Biting me and then this. I'm not gonna last if she keeps this up.> He knew he was almost there and started to moan her name.

"Luv, stand up." Willow started to suck harder and grabbed the back of his thighs to prevent him from going anywhere. Spike couldn't hold back anymore. "Fuck," he growled as he came into her mouth. Spike morphed and bit into his wrist, letting the taste of blood and the feel of Willow surround him.

He collapsed, leaning against the wall, when Willow stood up. Spike zipped up his jeans and pulled Willow to him. "That was..."

"Fun," she smirked.

"That it was. I need to sit down." He slid down the wall and pulled her with him. He nuzzled into her neck.

"Spike?"

He tightened his grip on her expecting to hear the 'we can't do this again' speech.

"Next time...well...when we're alone, can I call you William sometimes?"

That was not what he was expecting. "Next time, huh?"

<He doesn't want a next time.> "I just thought...but if you don't want..."

"I want very much." <She's the one. She's the one that I was always supposed to be with.> "And I'd like it a lot if you called me William."

"I better get upstairs," she told him. He watched as she gathered the ingredients and climbed the stairs. Spike pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, thinking about 'his' redhead.

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Chapter 6

After the meeting at the Magic Box, Willow had returned to her house. She glanced up at the clock and saw it was one in the morning. She had been home for almost three hours. She sat on the couch and let her mind drift to Spike. Thinking about him brought a blush to her face. <I wonder where he is right now.> She stood up and turned, about to walk to the kitchen when her front door slammed open. Willow jumped and turned around, clutching her hand to her chest. "Spike!?"

His eyes flickered golden as he watched her for a moment. He pushed the door closed with enough force to almost break it. Pushing back the demon, he tried to keep his voice calm. "Take off your clothes, luv."

"What? Are you drunk?"

"Do. It." Willow tried to appear confident, but knew he was still a demon. He could kill her in one moment.

"NO!"

"Take off your bloody clothes before I rip them off your body," he told her through clenched teeth.

"Spike..."

Spike morphed. "Now," he growled. Willow started slowly taking off her clothes with trembling hands. She didn't know what happened and she wasn't sure if he was in control of his demon. As he saw her slowly undressing, he walked over to her. He grabbed her chin roughly, directing her eyes towards him. "Wait for me in the bed."

Willow nodded, her breath in short pants and quickly left the room. After she left, Spike closed his eyes pushing back his demon. When he opened them again, he looked around the room. He needed to hit something. He closed his eyes again and this time concentrated on Willow's heartbeat. It was soothing to his demon. That's when he noticed it. Fear. As he opened his eyes, he frowned. <The chit is scared of me?>

Spike quickly made his way to Willow's room. He saw her naked, lying on the bed, fear surrounding her. Her scent hit him and calmed his frazzled nerves. He made sure the window was covered up before he stripped out of his clothes. He then joined her on the bed.

As he climbed onto the bed, he noticed the fear getting stronger. Spike didn't say a word. He wasn't sure there was anything he could say. He lay down on his side and brought his hand slowly to her face, letting his fingers graze her skin. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck.

When she felt his arm around her, she started to relax. Her fear slowly disappeared. "Spike?" He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "Spike, what's going on? Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

He held her even tighter against his body. "I just needed to be near you, luv. I needed to hold you. To feel you in my arms." He returned to nuzzling her neck and started to mumble. "You make everything better. The light in my dark world."

Willow decided that she would try to find out tomorrow what had happened for him to act this way. After hearing his words, she kissed the skin right below his ear and wrapped her arms around him. "Night, Spike."

"Goodnight, Willow."

Willow woke up the next morning and found herself watching Spike. She wasn't sure how to bring up last night. What had happened had been so different. Always before it was about sex, not necessarily a connection, just having someone there. Having someone needing you. Wanting you.

Spike could feel her eyes watching him. "Not polite to stare, Red."

"I...uh...I wasn't?"

"Right," he smirked. "So what was going through your mind?"

Willow looked away from him. "It was always about needing and wanting and sex with us and then last night...what was that?"

"What was what?" he asked innocently.

"Don't play games, Spike. I want to know what happened. You..."

"I never meant to scare you last night."

"What happened?"

He extended his arm onto the pillows and smiled when she snuggled against his body. Spike curled his arm around her shoulder and held her close to his body. Her head was right below his chin and was resting on his chest. The moment was perfect. He took a deep breath and knew how vulnerable he would be once he told her. "I went on patrol with Bitchy last night."

"You mean Buffy?"

"That's what I said, luv. She started talking about when we slept together. She..."

"Is that what you want?" Willow whispered.

"I'm a bit confused, luv. Is what what I want?"

Willow tensed. "Her. Do you want to go back to her?"

Spike could feel her body tense and knew she was serious. "Cor, no! I'd rather be dusted, luv. I...I want you, Willow." He saw her look up at him. Spike tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Always. I want you always."

Willow relaxed and placed her head back down on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "What happened next?" she whispered.

"She started saying things. It made my demon a bit angry, luv. That's what you saw last night. I would NEVER hurt you. You-you comfort me. You soothe the demon. You...make me feel like a man. But none of this is the point," he added quickly. Spike was afraid he had said too much, so he went back to the original conversation. "The bint pissed me off. Told me I wasn't worth anything. That anyone that ever got involved with me would be wasting their time. That they would leave because I wasn't worth it."

Willow frowned when she heard his words. <He believes a part of that.>

Spike tightened his grip on her. After a moment of silence, he continued. "Please don't leave me, Willow. Don't leave me."

Willow could hear the pleading in his voice. She lifted her head and looked at him. He was vulnerable and scared. Willow had never seen him like this. She had never seen him look so hurt and frightened. "Is that what you think? That I'm just gonna leave? That I'm going to walk away from me and you?"

"Yes," he whispered without looking at her.

Willow frowned and snuggled closer to him. When she looked up at him, she realized he was still looking away. "Spike?" He looked down at her.

"Hmm."

"Remember how you said there's stuff not being said between us?"

"Yeah."

"You're right. I wanted you to know that. I um...wanted you to know something else."

"Ok."

"I'm scared that you're gonna leave me. And I don't even know why that bothers me. No that's wrong, I do know why it bothers me but I just...I'm afraid that when you're with me, it's not me you're thinking of. That this is a joke to you and I..."

Spike could see her starting to take quicker breaths. While he had his arms around her, he started rubbing small circles on her back to calm her down. "Sshh, luv. Me and you...this is real. I've never felt like this. Never."

"I just...don't want you to go away," she whispered softly.

Spike kissed her neck softly. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. After seeing her smile, he continued. "Come out with me tonight? I wanna take you somewhere." He saw her nod her head yes and then met her lips with a kiss.

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Chapter 8

Willow woke up that evening just as the sun was setting. She opened her eyes and looked around the room for Spike but he was missing. As her eyes focused, she saw an outfit hanging on the door. Climbing out of bed, she walked over to it and grabbed the note that was attached to it.

Get dressed and meet me downstairs.

S

Willow picked up the outfit and raised her eyebrows. The outfit he had decided to leave for her was a black leather skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and a green silk sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. Looking at the ground, she saw he had decided to leave her a pair of boots with the outfit. "These are not Willow clothes," she mumbled to herself.

After much debating with herself, Willow put on the clothes and tied her hair up, revealing her neck. She made her way downstairs, seeing Spike with his back to her. As she reached the bottom step, she decided to speak up. "Umm...Spike?"

Spike turned around and took one look at her. <She's a goddess.>

"Spike, this isn't me. I'm not a leather and silk kind of girl."

He made his way over to her and drifted his arms around her waist. Spike pulled her to him as he leaned down to her ear. "Actually," he purred. "It's very you."

"Spike..."

"I'm just not sure if I want to go out anymore. We could stay here." He nipped at her neck. "Have our own fun."

"And here I thought you were gonna take me out and put some sort of verbal claim on me," she remarked sarcastically.

His eyes flashed golden at the mention of the verbal claim. "That's exactly what I intend to do," he mumbled to himself. "C'mon, luv. We're wasting the moonlight."



About ten minutes later, they had walked up to a solid wood door that looked like no one had entered through it in the last hundred years. "Spike?" Willow asked fearfully.

He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "No worries, luv. You're with me and the only demon to put his hands on you will be me!" As the door opened, Spike morphed and was granted admittance to the club.



Willow looked around at her surroundings. All around her were various kinds of demons. She didn't even recognize most of them. She felt Spike behind her and relaxed when he wrapped his arms around her waist. Willow turned her head to look back at him. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Why? Cause I wanted to." Spike took her question as a sign that she didn't want to be seen with him. "I'm a demon, luv. Or did you forget that?"

Willow frowned at the tone of his voice. "I didn't forget. I know you're a demon and I don't care."

Spike allowed her to turn in his arms. "Really?" he whispered. As he saw her nod her head, he leaned into her and nuzzled her neck. "Let's get some drinks, pet."

After they each had had a couple drinks, Spike took her hand and started to lead her up a staircase that led to the upper floor. He pulled her into a dark corner and watched her for a moment.

When they had reached the dark corner, Willow put her hands on the railing in front of her and looked down at all the demons. She didn't feel threatened with Spike there.

Spike came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He then leaned into her neck, starting to place kisses on her skin.

"Spike," she started to whimper.

Spike quit kissing her and leaned up to her ear. "Want you, Willow." To emphasize his point, he pulled her ass against him, letting her feel his erection.

Willow quickly turned her head. "We can't do that here! There's demons around and...and..."

"We're on the upper level in the dark, pet. No one can see us. The music is so bloody loud, you can scream all you want."

"Spike," she started but could already feel his hands slowly pushing up her skirt.

"Let me?" He kissed the back of her neck as he heard her whisper softly the word yes. Hearing her answer, he pushed her skirt all the way up over her hips and let his fingers drift over her wetness. "Need you, luv." He undid the zipper of his pants and pushed them down a bit.

When Willow heard the zipper, she looked around quickly but no one was paying attention. No one even knew they were up there.

"Bend over slightly and grab onto the railing," he whispered. When she did as she was told, he smiled to himself. He guided his cock to her entrance and slowly slid into her. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to him. He let her skirt fall against them as he held onto her hips. Slowly he began to move inside of her. As he sped up his thrusts, he got lost in her. All he could hear were her gasps and her moans.

Willow couldn't believe she was letting Spike fuck her in a demon club. She was getting lost within him, like she always did. As he slid in and out of her, she wanted more friction. Grasping onto the railing tighter, she started to push against him as he thrust inside her.

Spike felt the witch matching each thrust and knew it would be over soon if he didn't do something. His demon wanted to come out. He wanted to taste her blood. He slowed down their movements, turning their actions into something slow and tender. He let his left hand drift to around her waist as his other hand drifted up her body and pushed her top up, his fingers finding her nipple. As he let his fingers graze across it, he could hear her breath come in shorter pants. He leaned over her and started to whisper to her. "Stand up and lean back against me."

Willow did what she was told. She leaned back slowly until her back came in contact with his chest. Spike never broke their rhythm. Willow noticed that the new position she was in hit nerves inside her body that had never been touched before.

Spike made sure to hold her up as continued to fuck her. The new position allowed him to go deeper inside her, her heat surrounding him. He knew he was close.

"Spike...so close," she panted out between breaths. "Need you," she moaned.

While holding her up with one arm, he let his other hand drift down to her clit. He started to massage the tip of her clit with his fingers as his thrusts became hard and rough.

"Spike...oh goddess..." Willow took a deep breath. "More," she growled. "Harder," she whimpered.

Spike pushed her body down until she grabbed onto the railing again. He grabbed onto her hips and morphed, letting the demon come out to play. The tender caresses were gone. Now it was about need. He started to slam into her body, pulling her ass back at the same time. Each thrust was harder than the one before that, each one a little more rough. Spike could feel her body start to tremble and felt her juices surround his dick, but he didn't stop. He only wanted to fuck her even harder. When her muscles start to squeeze him, his demon growled. Digging his fingers in deeper to her skin, he continued fucking her. He smelt blood and knew he was hurting her but his demon wasn't satisfied. When her body started to collapse, he caught her but didn't slow down. He heard her start to moan again and twisted her nipple hard, causing her to clamp down on him again. When he heard her yell his name, he thrust hard into her one more time and held her body to his as he emptied his seed inside her. "Mine," he growled into her neck.

The demon melted away and was replaced by his human facade. He felt her body trembling and held her close for a moment before pulling out of her. When he thought she could stand without help, he let go and pulled up his pants, zipping them up. He then pulled down her skirt and fixed her top. The demon inside him was screaming 'mine' while the man in him felt ashamed for hurting her. Without a word, he took her by the hand and pushed her up against the wall gently. He let his lips drift across hers, just enjoying tasting her. He let her deepen the kiss, the kiss remaining tender and full of...love? He pulled away and nuzzled her neck. "I never...I didn't mean to hurt you," he mumbled against her skin. When he pulled away, he wrapped his arms around her. "I have to tell you something Willow."

<This is it. He's gonna tell me we're through. I...I need him. Please don't leave me. And tonight...what was that? What's worse is that I liked it. I enjoyed him possessing me.>

"Willow, please say something." He started to frown, worrying that he had hurt her a lot and now she would be scared of him.

"What is it, Spike?"

Spike took a deep breath. "The chip...it quit working about a week ago."

<This is it. He brought me here to kill me.>

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