Summary: The third and final in my W/S series.
Spoilers: Through Lover's Walk... But pretty much everything. Makes no
sense, I know.
Disclaimer: The characters are MINE! MINE MINE ALL MINE! HAHAHAHA!! Well,
okay, they're not, but I like to pretend sometimes.
Rating: I'd lie and say NC17 just to make sure everyone read it, but alas,
it's only PG-ish. Read it anyway!
For Laura who is a goddess and is way too cool.
by: Amy
Willow typed furiously on the computer, letting off steam to one of her online friends. Her face wore a concentrated frown, her eyebrows knitted together angrily. She was admittedly very angry. At herself.
The soft knock of her balcony door swept her out of her concentration. She looked up, startled and lifted herself out of her chair. Her heart skipped a beat. But no, it was probably Buffy or Xander, ready to tell her about something end of the world-ish. She sighed and opened her door to the blackness.
And it was him.
Spike looked at her with an arrogant smile and for a moment Willow was taken aback. She had seen him in her fantasies every night since they had talked on the phone; in truth almost every night since he kidnapped her all those months ago, but she stood dumbstruck. How could she have forgotten the inherent power-- The awesome mystery!-- of which he was invested?
He reached out a hand to touch her, but was stopped by the invisible barrier. She looked down and mumbled under her breath. "It's a no-soul thing, right?"
He nodded, still not saying a word, just leaving his eyes on her face, soaking in the look of her hair in the dim light. She swept her arm in invitation, but as he stayed in place, she looked at him in confusion.
"I need a verbal invitation, witch. You ought to know that," he murmured. His voice, that wonderfully deep and husky voice that had haunted her for so long drifted into her consciousness once more and she locked eyes with him, knowing that she shouldn't, but knowing that she was going to.
"Come in, Spike." Her eyes didn't leave his as he stepped firmly into the room.
Looking around, he stifled a grin at the remaining innocence of her room. Flowered covers, stuffed animals, pictures of her friends and her diplomas of achievements decorating the walls. Like a flower herself. But was she ready to bloom? He gazed at her, noting the nervous tick in her cheek as she finally broke his gaze to scurry around the room, putting things in their places. He walked forward swiftly and put a restraining hand on her arm.
"Leave them."
She nodded, again losing herself in his eyes; such icy blue eyes, like a lake in the winter, but somehow full of dark promises. Letting him drift closer to her, she stood still and waited for the inevitable hand that came up to lie on her cheek. She leaned into it, sighing. The palm heated quickly against her skin, claiming some of her warmth as its own. His head lowered and stilled inches away from hers.
She nodded.
Finding all the agreement he needed in her face, he touched his lips to hers. Soft but full they lingered there, creating a cold-hot friction. She shyly brought her hands up around his neck, threading them there. He leaned in and inhaled, reveling in her scent, exactly how he had remembered it, warmth and sunlight and wind and trees and everything good before life became death. His fingers tangled in her hair, but gently this time, and he pulled away for a second to look at her with a ghost of a smile.
"Fire out of ice?" He asked. She looked at his hands in her hair and nodded, grinning.
"Why does it feel so good to be around you, Spike?" she asked mildly.
"Probably because it's not supposed to, I suppose," he replied into the bend of her neck. "Things that aren't supposed to fit usually do. It sometimes happens that way."
"You know as well as I do that this is wrong," Willow murmured, not moving from his embrace or subtle kisses along her jawbone. "I mean, what about Drusilla? What about Oz? Do either of us intend to give either of them up?" She felt him shake his head against her. Her fingers tenderly stroked the back of his hair, luxuriating in the feel of it.
"You know, Pet, for someone with your mind, I was hoping you'd be better at self-denial." She laughed at him and he continued, pulling away slightly to look at her. "Think about it, Witch. Forever is a long time. We could feel this way forever." A rosy blush crept back up her cheeks as he planted his mouth firmly on hers. She gasped against him as she felt his tongue gently lick her own. Willow was swept away, not knowing where she ended and he began. She pulled back, breathing heavily.
"I'm not going to be a vampire, William."
He growled at her use of his given name and then laughed when he realized what was going on in her mind. She was trying to get him angry enough to leave. She couldn't tell him to go, so she wanted him to go on his own. "It's not that simple, Willow. You're aware that I don't even have to be asking?"
Proving a point, he leaned down and licked the curve of her neck, expecting her to pull away in fear. She didn't. Willow arched her neck, throwing her head back into the feeling. Spike looked up in surprise.
"You trust me." It was a statement and Willow nodded, chewing on her lip thoughtfully.
"Yes. I can't explain it but yes. I know you don't have to ask," she whispered, "but then why did you? I've seen you horrible frightening and violent, but once I saw you with Drusilla, too. And I could tell... well, you must know that that's not the way for..." she trailed off and looked at him sadly.
"What?" he demanded angrily.
"Forcing is not the way for a gentleman to win a lady. And whatever else you've been, Spike, to who you care about, you've always been a gentleman, haven't you?"
He looked at her silently for several minutes and then gave a long, deep sigh.
"I love Dru. And you love...him," he said with some effort. "But I want you, Witch, more than I have anything in a long time."
She nodded, whispered, "I want you too. But you need to go," she finished for him.
He gave her a half smile, wondering if it was always going to be this different with her. He knew it would be. "I'll be seeing you...Love."
She bit her lip, giving him a tremulous smile. "Goodbye, William."
He laughed and pulled her close, hugging her tightly to him. Sending a last kiss into her hair, he let go of her and spun on his heel, walking out the balcony door. He stopped for a minute, sent a flirtatious grin behind him and leapt off the balcony into the night, vanishing.
Willow laughed, delighted, and sat back down at her computer, feeling better than she had in weeks. She knew she would see him again. She wondered if it was fear or excitement that put that feeling in to her stomach.
Shaking her head in remembrance of his leap out of the house, she laughed again and started typing.
"Vampires," she murmured through giggles under her breath. "Such show offs."
The End
Go on to the next part...Lingering Afflictions