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TITLE: SOME WISHES DO COME TRUE
AUTHOR: ANGELA F.
E-MAIL: afullrtn@netscape.net
RATING: PG
CONTENT: Sexual contents
SPOILER: Post Lover’s Walk-Season 3 and possible Season 4 storyline.
DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon is the rightful owner of Willow and Spike
DISTRIBUTION: If you want its you can have its, just let me know first.
SUMMARY: Guess who’s back with a new attitude? (W/S)
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Willow and Oz are not a couple in my stories. Sorry ;-)
FEEDBACK: Let me know what you think.
The sun had been down for some time when Willow looked up from the computer screen. She raised her arms over her head and stretched to relieve the tightness in her back and neck. ‘Goddess, I’ve been at this for three hours non-stop. My head feels like its going to fall of my shoulders’ thought the hacker-cum-witch. ‘You would think that slimy, pointed-ear, no-mouth demons would kind of narrow the search field down a little. But no, demons like this one come in different shapes and sizes, not to mention colors. Maybe I should let Giles and Wesley deal with its and just go home. Man, I am so totally wiped out.’
"Giles, Wesley? I wasn’t able to pinpoint anything specific about this demon, just a lot of stuff about demons that may or may not be ‘our’ demon. It will take a while to print this out so I thought that I would go home and do that thing that a lot of teens my age do. You know, sleep? If that’s okay with you that is" she asked.
"Oh yes, that would be quite acceptable. You have been most diligent in trying to pinpoint this specific demon. By the way, how many references were you able to find on that infernal machine?" Giles asked.
"4,356 demons that fit the general description that Buffy gave us. Luckily there were drawings or pictures that went with the descriptions. That’s why it’s going to take a while. Pictures always take a long time to print," said Willow.
"Well then, there seems to be nothing more that can be done until this is completed," said Wesley.
"Yes, I agree," said Giles. "Buffy and Xander should be back momentarily from patrolling to walk you home" he added.
"That’s okay Giles, I think I can make it home in one piece. Besides, I can always magic myself out of trouble if necessary" she said with a smile.
"Willow! You promised not to use your magic unwisely" started Giles sternly.
"Just joking!" laughed the red head. "I have the usual anti-vampire tools; stake, cross and holy water. See? All set, no problems, plus I’ve been working out with Buffy. I’m proud to say that I can almost kick some demon butt."
"Very well, call me here as soon as you get home" replied the librarian.
"Roger that. Good night Giles, good night Wesley" she called as she strolled out the swinging doors.
"Good night Willow" the two Watchers replied in unison.
"Why don’t you wait for Buffy and Xander" she mimicked. "What do they think I am, some helpless damsel in distress, a babe in the woods that’s in need of parental protection? Goddess! Who do they think they are anyway? I’ve staked my fair share of vampires while Buffy was gone. Plus, I survived my breakup with Oz. If I can handle that, I can handle anything!" the teen said out loud.
"Is that so pet?" came a voice from Willow’s left. "Think you could handle me luv?" The voice was definitely a male, with a British accent. Willow knew that the voice did not belong to either one of the Watchers, she could tell that by the way the words were spoken. The voice had a sexy quality to it. Willow was trying to place the voice when she heard its again only this time the voice came from directly behind her.
"With that long hair and sad, frustrated expression on your face, I would have easily mistaken you for a damsel in distress" the voice said, close enough to her to stir the hair beside her left ear.
‘Oh my Goddess!’ she thought. How could she have forgotten that voice? It was the same voice that had been haunting her for the last six months, ever since the clothes fluke with Xander.
"Spike! What are you doing back here!" she asked still not turning around to face the owner of the voice.
"Let’s just say that I got a little homesick for good old Sunnyhell." Spike said. "You know, the people, the sights and sounds, the feel of the Hellmouth. That sort of thing. But tell me luv, what are you doing out here at this time of the night without the Slayer to protect you?" he said raising one eyebrow at her.
Willow turned to face Spike at that last comment. She could not believe her ears. ‘ Was Spike, a master vampire, voicing concern for a human, let alone a friend of the Slayer? What’s wrong with this picture. Wait, did he say what I thought he said?’
"Let me get this straight. You, ‘Mr. Bad Ass cause I’m British’ blood sucking demon, are asking me, best friend to the Slayer who put you in a wheelchair, what I’m doing out at this time of the night without her? What is its with everybody thinking the Willow can’t take care of herself!" yelled Willow. "I may not be Buffy but let me tell you something mister. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was five years old. I do not need you or Buffy or anyone to tell me what I can or can not do. I am my own person and if you can’t handle that then get the hell away from me!" she said, her voice rising in anger at the thought that people seemed to think that she was so helpless and needed to be taken care of. "I can protect myself. I can handle anything that life or the Hellmouth decides to throw my way if you must know." By the time the last word had been said the witch was nose to nose with the vampire.
‘Cor, she’s hot when she’s mad’ he thought. ‘Looks like the little mouse has grown up since the last time I saw her.’ He hadn’t forgotten the witch. The way she had looked, the way she had stood up to him when he had kidnapped her and her friend. She had even smelled good, good enough to eat. Brining himself back to the present he saw the same attributes that he had seen then. There was a glow in her eyes and her breathing had increased when she started to yell at him. He could smell the fragrance that she used, vanilla and caramel, his two favorite flavors. ‘I wonder if she would taste as good as smells’ he thought.
‘Just when my life couldn’t get anymore complicated’ thought Willow. ‘Its bad enough that I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind, now he’s here in person. I wonder what he’s doing back here? He probably wants to kill everybody just like last time.’
"What do you want Spike?" she asked. "I so hope that you aren’t here to kill people ‘cause I would have to try to kill you."
"That’s a riot. What I want pet, is you!" he said with a deadly smile on his face.
PART TWO
"Me? Why? I mean, why would you want me? I’d make a terrible vampire and if you do kill me, Buffy will find out and she will want to kill you for killing me," stammered the red head. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. Spike wanted her. Wait, Spike wanted her. Did that mean that he want-wants her or want-as-in-want-to-kill want her. She was afraid to find out the answer.
‘Here goes everything’ Spike thought. "I. Want. You. Willow. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind" he confessed. "I know that you probably won’t believe me but it’s the truth."
"I don’t understand. What about Drusilla?" she asked, fearing a visit from the insane vampiress. "I thought you were going to go back and torture her until she loved you again. Wait, did that just come out of me? I can’t believe I said that. What was I thinking? Never mind, I know what I was thinking but why did I say its in front of you? Oh this is so bad. I think I need to sit down," she said moving over to sit on bench.
"If you hang on a sec, I’ll answer all of your questions" he said sitting besides her as he lit a cigarette.
He took a deep drag on the cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for what seemed an eternity before releasing it through his nostrils. It seemed to Willow that he was trying to collect his thoughts before speaking.
"Well, it’s was like this pet. When I went to the magic shop to get the stuff you needed for that spell I ran into the Slayer and the poof. We got to talk, actually I did most of the talking. Big ‘you’ll never be friends’ speech and all of that. Anyway, we got attacked by some of my old minions and we started fighting together. Yeah, I know. Me fighting side by side with the Slayer and my most hated sire. Mind boggling. But there we were, fighting tooth and nail with the bad guys and we won. I’ve never been on the side of good before so it was kind of weird for me. After dusting those upstarts, I get that old feeling back so I decide to go back to Brazil and torture Dru into loving me again. Only I was too late. When I got there I found a note from her saying that she was sorry for screwing around on me with that Chaos demon and that she hoped that I would forgive her. I found the note next to an open bottle of holy water and a pile of dust," he said sadly.
"Oh Spike. I’m so sorry." Willow said laying a hand in Spike’s knee and squeezing softly. "I know how much you loved her."
"Its okay luv. I’ve come to terms with her death. At first I was really brassed off and angry, angry at her for leaving me, angry at the minions I had left to watch over her and mostly I was angry at myself for leaving her and coming here. Then the loneliness started in and I got really, really depressed. Lucky for me one of the other vampires that lived in the villa with us used to be one of those head shrinkers." Spike said.
"Head shrinkers?" she asked.
"You know, the guys you talk to when you have problems. Ain’t that what you call them, head shrinkers?"
"No, we call them head shrinks. A head shrinker is someone who practices voodoo and shrinks your head." Willow said.
"Oh, I see. Anyway, this vampire shrink starts to talk to me about how I really felt about Dru’s death and the urge to stake him started to fade. Some of what he said, okay a lot of what he said didn’t make much sense to me except for one thing. He said that although I had loved Dru with all of my heart, its was clear that she didn’t love me the same way. She was totally devoted to Angelus, that bleeding wanker, and I needed to find someone that could love me. He also told me that I needed to get on with my life or rather my unlife. I didn’t understand that at first but I spent the next few months talking to him and thinking a lot. It finally started coming together for me after I told him about kidnapping you and that friend of yours with the glass jaw. I told him about how you didn’t do the love spell because I wanted to make Dru love me on my own and how you stood up to me and lived. I also told him about helping the Slayer and how that made me feel."
"How did it make you feel?" she asked.
"It actually felt pretty good to tell you the truth. Seeing the poof and the Slayer together made me miss the sweetness that Dru used to have. She hadn’t
had that sweetness for at least sixty years. I didn’t really notice it at the time but I do now. I have noticed that you have some of the same qualities that she had plus you can carry on a decent conversation. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I couldn’t keep trying to kill you and the others. Well actually I could kill the others but not you.
"Why not me, not that I’m complaining but why don’t you want to kill me?"
"Because I care about you Red. More that you bloody know. Don’t ask me why, I just do" he said softly.
"You care about me?" she squeaked.
"Yeah, I care about you a lot."
"I care about you too Spike. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. Oz and I broke up a month after the factor thing."
"What’s an Oz and why did you break it?"
"Oz is not a what but a who. He was the guy that I was dating when you kidnapped me."
"I thought you were dating that guy that I hit with the phone?"
"No, he’s my best friend. I thought that I was in love with him. We would sneak kisses because he was dating someone else as well. Somehow things just didn’t feel right with him. Anyway, he and I were kissing when our significant others found us. Did I mention that Oz is a werewolf? So Oz follows my scent and he and Cordelia find us kissing. Cordy runs up the stairs and falls through the floor, landing on a big piece of metal that was sticking up through the floor. She ended up in the hospital. She and Xander broke up. I tried to fix things with Oz but it was no use. That feeling I used to get with him was gone."
"What feeling was that pet?"
"Red. I like it when you call me Red."
"Okay, Red its is."
"Oz always treated me like I was fragile."
"You fragile? Get real."
"I’m serious. It was like being worshipped almost. He always asked if he could kiss me instead of just doing it. It was weird."
"You’re bloody kidding me right? He would ask if he could kiss you? What a wanker. So what did he do when he touched you? Write a note?" Spike said laughing so hard that bloody tears were running down his cheeks and he held his stomach. "That’s rich Red!"
"I don’t know what he would have done. He never touched me," she said quietly. She was so embarassed that she hid her face in her hands so she wouldn’t have to see his laughing face.
Spike stopped laughing when he did not hear her echoing laughter and stared at Willow as she tried to hide her face.
"You are kidding aren’t you Red?" he asked. He watched as she shook her head but kept her face buried in her hands. Her voice was muffled when she spoke.
"He never touched me. Even when Xander and I were trying to figure out what we were doing, he never really touched me. Mostly it was a lot of kissing. Nobody wanted to touch me. I mean really touch me."
"Red, look at me. Come on now" coaxed the blonde vampire. "Look at me please?"
"No, it’s too embarrassing for me."
"You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about."
"You don’t understand. Guys never want to touch me. Kissing me is okay but they find my body repulsive or something. How would you feel? Oh yeah, I forgot. Women practically throw themselves at your feet. They probably want to touch your body all the time" she said.
"Willow, look at me!" he said firmly as he pulled her hands from her face.
"I don’t know what these idiots have been telling you but they are wrong. Contrarily to popular belief women don’t always want me. Think about it. It is true that we have the power to compel others but is isn’t the same as having a woman touch me on her own."
"What about Drusilla?"
"She never really wanted me. I was a convenient substitute for Peaches. Plus she only wanted to be touched by certain parts of my body."
"What parts?"
"Come on Red, surely you have a clue?"
"Oh, those parts."
"Yeah those parts. She never voluntarily touched me. I would have to do all of the work then she would leave my bed to sleep in her own room. I guess that’s why I was so upset when she left me for a Chaos demon. To not want to touch me was one thing but those things are all slimy. My pride took a real beating at that one."
"Why would she want to touch a slimy demon instead of you." ‘I know that if I were her I would want to touch you all the time,’ thought Willow.
"I don’t know Red. I’ve been trying to figure that one out. Granted we’re both on the cold side but al least you wouldn’t have to take a shower after I hugged you."
‘Poor Spike,’ Willow thought. ‘At least some parts of your body got to feel what it would be like to touch another person’s body. All I ever got to touch was lips, tongues and hands. No real hugs, no anything.’
‘Poor Willow,’ Spike thought. ‘Never to have felt another persons body touching you must be hell on a teenager.’
"Sometimes I wish…" they both started and laughed.
"You go," he said.
"No you go," she said.
"Uh uh, you first," he said.
"Okay. Here goes. Sometimes I wish I knew how it would feel to have someone’s hands touching me," she said quickly as the heat in her cheeks continued to rise.
‘Cor, she’s blushing,’ he thought. ‘It rather becoming on her.’
"What’s your wish Spike?" Willow asked.
"I wish that I was the one that could touch you," he said.
PART 3
Willow’s mouth dropped open at the vampire’s last words. ‘He wants to touch me, Spike wants to touch me!’ The words kept vibrating in her head. ‘I just admitted to this ruthless, vicious, sexy-as-hell vampire that I wanted to be touched by a member of the opposite sex and now he’s making fun of me.’
"Yeah right Spike. Pull the other one" she said.
"Pull the other what, luv?"
"The other leg. You’re joking with me, aren’t you? You really don’t want to touch me. No one ever wants to touch me." Willow said in a voice that sounded so sad.
Spike looked at the red haired witch and thought ‘Cor, she really believes that she is undesirable. If I ever get my hands on those bloody pillocks! I’ll show them up close and personally how I got my nickname.’ Moving to stand in front of the girl, the one hundred plus year old vampire grabbed the hacker/witch by the hands and gently pulled her to her feet. The moment he took her hands in his, he felt the same sensation he had felt when he had placed his head on her should all those months ago. A charge not unlike the kind you get from an electric shock ran through his body. He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up so that he could look directly into her eyes. What he saw there tugged at his unbeating heart. Hope and the beginnings if desire were warring for dominance in the luminous green eyes before him. His vampiric hearing had picked up on the sudden increased beating of her heart while his glacier blue eyes took in the tell tale flush that was creeping into her face as they started to travel over her face to finally stop on her mouth. He watched her mouth as her lips slowly parted to allow her tongue to moisten her lips, which had gone dry. His eyes followed the movement and briefly wondered how that tongue would feel on certain parts of his body.
Willow was starting to have a problem breathing as she fought the urge to squirm under Spike’s intense gaze. She too had felt the spark when he had grabbed her hands but she didn’t was to get her hopes up. Holding hands with Oz had been nice but it was nothing compared to the feeling she was having now. At the feel of his finger under her chin her eyes flew up to meet his. She felt like she was drowning as she looked into his eyes. Her eyes widened as she noticed how the color of his eyes seemed to become a deeper and darker shade of blue. She felt her nerves trying to take over so she did what she normally did in instances like this, she licked her lips. She saw his eyes following the movement of her tongue. Was it possible that she saw a glint of gold in them? She didn’t have time to dwell on that as she felt rather that saw his head move towards her. She was barely able to take a breath before she felt the coolness of his lips on hers.
‘This is it’ he thought. ‘The moment that I have been waiting for.’ He kept his gaze on hers as he moved his head into position for the kiss.
The kiss was hesitant on his part at first, kind of shy and uncertain as to whether he should continue the kiss or not. That was until he felt the tip of her tongue barely caressing his lips. At that, he deepened the kiss by opening his mouth to allow her tongue access to his mouth. The warmth from her lips felt like fire against the vampires lips.
Spike felt like he was dying all over again. She tasted like chocolate and sin. Dru’s mouth was always cold and tasted like blood. Moans were coming from her throat as his tongue swept the interior of her mouth. The sensations were unbelievable. He felt her hands moving up his arms to his neck as he gathered her in his arms. His lips moved from her mouth nipping and licking his way along until he reached her neck, so she could breathe. He felt her take in several deep breaths of air while he alternated kissing and nibbling in her chin and neck. Suddenly he felt himself being pushed away. He looked up to see fear warring with desire in her eyes. He closed his eyes as he pulled her closed to his chest while taking a deep unneeded breath. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and could not help the grin that formed when he felt her arms wrap around his waist as she snuggled further into his embrace.
Willow burrowed her face into Spike’s chest and sighed deeply. With his arms around her like this she felt like she was in heaven. ‘If this is a dream don’t wake me’ she thought.
End of part 3
‘She feels so right in my arms’ he thought. ‘And that kiss was like stepping out of the cold into the warmth. I’ve been with humans before but they never felt like this slip of a girl. If I were alive I would have thought that I had died and gone to heaven. It’s a good thing that I’m not alive because now I get to sample all of this heat that is this firebrand in my arms.’
Spike’s fingers danced up and down willow’s back causing goose bumps to appear in her skin. She shivered at his touch. It was like the coolness of water on her overheated skin. She wanted this feeling to last forever but she knew that its couldn’t. It couldn’t last because one she was human and he was a vampire, two her was a soulless killer, and three she was a best friend to the Slayer. Sadly she let go of his waist and steeped out of his comforting embrace. She looked up at him with a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes.
"What’s wrong pet?"
"We can’t do this."
"Do what?"
"This, you and me. No matter how much we want to we can’t."
"Give me one good reason why?"
"Okay, uh well, there’s the ‘me human-you vampire’ thing for one."
"Red there have been other vampire/human relationships, you know. You didn’t think that this would be the first did you?"
"No, but I would hate to have a repeat of what happened with Buffy and Angel."
"Tell me about it luv. However I don’t think you have anything to worry about there Red. I don’t exactly have a soul nor did gypsies curse me. No pesky ‘happiness clause’ to deal with here."
"That brings me to my second point, your soul or lack of a soul for a better choice of words. And you are still a killer Mr. The Bloody!"
"Well no duh! Of course I’m a killer. That’s what we do, well most of us anyway. Since I don’t have a soul, I can’t lose it, now can I? I can’t do much about the killing. I have to eat to survive you know."
"I know you have to eat to survive, but couldn’t you, you know, do like Angel did? You know, uh, drink from a bag?"
"What? You want me to do what? Are you daft girl? Drink from a bag? The only way I would even consider something as ludicrous as that would be if there were absolutely no other alternative."
"But Spike!"
"I’m sorry pet. There isn’t anything in this world that I wouldn’t do for you but I have to draw the line at that. What do you want? Another bleeding, brooding Angel on your hands? It’s the thrill of the hunt that gives us our edge. Without it we’re pretty much useless. Believe me it would be worse that when Dru was sick."
"But Spike!"
"I’ll compromise with you. I won’t hunt innocents. How’s that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that when I need to feed, I’ll only feed on the lowlifes and scum of Sunnyhell. That way if they were to die, it would be for the good of the community, sort of."
"That’s real big of you. Let’s say that I did agree to this compromise and this is just a supposition, what assurance do I have that you’ll keep your word. I mean, you gave Buffy your word that you would never come back but here you are, back in town talking about killing people just so that you can survive. Forgive me if this sounds harsh but somehow that just doesn’t have that trustworthy feel to it. Let’s not forget about Buffy. You know she’ll kill you as soon as she has a chance."
"I know that Red, but I’m willing to take that risk. I told you, I want YOU. I want to touch you and feel you touching me. I want to BE with you as much and as often as I can. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you Willow," he said taking her hands in his. His thumbs were tracing lazy circles on the backs of them. He felt the small shudder that ran thru her body and heard the sharp intake of breath she took when he touched her.
‘She wants me. I can tell.’
PART 5
Willow was having a hard time trying to remain levelheaded as she felt her
resolve slowly slipping away. His words were causing images to flash in her
mind. Images of them kissing and touching each other in places often hidden
by clothes. Images of the two of them making love, the kind of love that
takes hours and hours to truly enjoy before you're totally sated. Just the
thought of seeing Spike's naked body was enough to make her nipples harden and
her inner juices to start flowing.
Spike's nostrils flared when he caught the scent of Willow's arousal. It was
a scent unlike any other. He longed to bury himself inside if her but he knew
that if he pressed the issue too soon he would scare her away. Sex with other
vampires was one thing; sex with a human was something else all together. If
she had been a vampire he would have simply exserted his dominance over her
and just taken her where they stood but she wasn't a vampire. She was a warm,
luscious, tantalizing human. He had to handle Willow with care. With Dru it
was the pain that caused the pleasure. With Willow he wanted to give only
pleasure (he never really was one for causing unnecessary pain during sex).
'Bloody hell! Just thinking about shagging this girl for hours is enough to
make a eunuch hard.'
Willow wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the winds but the
sensible girl that she was wouldn't allow it. She breathed a sigh and gently
removed her hands from spike's grasp. She quickly put her hands behind her
back and purposefully took three steps away from him. She watched him raise
an eyebrow at her as if he were questioning her movements.
"Red I want to be with you so bad that it hurts. Can't we at least try to
work something out?"
"I want to, I really want to but I don't see how that's going to be possible.
Buffy's still the slayer. I do some, okay most of the research for her.
We're the good guys and well, you're still one of the bad guys."
"I could be a good guy. How hard could its be? Think about it luv. Who was
it that helped the Slayer bring down the great Poofini when he wanted to
destroy the world? What about the time when I had you at the factory? If I
hadn't been there they would not have made it out of the magic shop."
"They were being attacked by your minions."
"That's just a technicality. Yeah they were mine but I didn't give them
orders to attack. If you'll remember I was more than a little drunk at the
time."
"I'll say. You were so drunk that I thought you were really going to kill me,
especially when you went all 'grrr' on me. I thought you were going to bite
me."
"I'll only bite if you ask me to. It'll be you choice. But let me tell you,
it was hard not biting you that day."
"Oh really? How come."
"Well there we were pet, sitting side by side, talking about my problems. I
meanm really talking, not just me babbling on like an idiot cause Dru left me
and you sitting there wearing that pink fluffy number and smelling good enough
to eat, oops not literally. I almost lost it then. If I had stayed there
with you any longer I might have tried to take a little nibble out of you
instead of just sniffing your neck."
"That's so sweet, in a weird kind of way."
"What I'm trying to say is that I think that I have more thatn proven that you
can trust me. I would never hurt you."
"What about the others? Would you hurt them?"
"Aw come on luv. Cut me a little slack here." He took a look at her face and
saw that her lips had thinned out and her eyes had a look in them that said
'don't push your luck'. While the look was not terrifying he did feel a
little intimidated by it. He let out a sigh and took her hands is his once
again before saying "Okay you win. I promise that I won't try to hurt your
friends. I'll help the Slayer keep the demon populous in check, but I
absolutely draw the line at being called a Slayerette and being nice to either
the Slayer or that idiot boy with the glass jaw."
"His name is Xander."
"So what?"
"Spike!"
"Bloody Hell!"
"I'm waiting," she said while tapping her foot impatiently.
"Alright. Xander! Are you happy now?"
"Yes. Was there anything else?"
"Actually there is just one more thing."
"And that would be?'
"That you spend this weekend with me."
"This weekend?"
"Uh huh. The whole weekend. Morning to night, Saturday and Sunday."
"What are you up to Spike?"
"Nothing Red. I just want to spend some time getting to know you without your
friends around."
"You'll keep your fangs to yourself?"
"Absolutely."
"Alright. You have a deal."
"Good. I'll pick you up after sunset on Friday."
"Friday? You didn't say anything about Friday."
"That's true Red but I also said that I wanted to spend morning to night with
you."
"That's not fair."
"I know but you did agree. Besides it's more convenient for me to travel if
the sun is not up."
"Travel?"
"Oh did I not tell you that we were spending the weekend in Memphis?"
Part 6
"Memphis! You want me to just up and go with you to another state for the
weekend?"
"Something wrong with that pet?"
"You could say that. How am I supposed to spend the weekend with you in
Memphis? I can't just leave like that. What would Buffy and the others say?
Oh Goddess! Buffy would nail your hide to a wall."
"Why should you care what the Slayer does to me?
"Because I would hate to see her kill you, that's all."
"Ah pet, I didn't know you cared" Spike said smirking slightly.
Willows cheeks blushed crimson with his remark. "I don't care really. I just
thought that if she killed you, then I wouldn't have a chance to get to know
you, 'cause I think that once I get to know you, I could really like you and I
so can't believe that I just said that.
"You want to get to know me better. That's my girl. I always knew you had
good taste, aside from being friends with the Slayer and that moron. Tell you
what, why don't you agree to come with me and I'll find some way to keep the
others from interfering with our little holiday. How's that sound, luv?"
"You promised not the kill my friends."
"I won't kill them. I'll just make sure that they don't cause us any trouble.
Besides, I think you would like to get away from the bloody Slayer for
awhile. You nearly took me head off earlier when I mentioned her letting you
out at night," he said craftily.
"Spike, I'm warning you right now, Buffy does NOT control me. I can do what I
want when I want and if I want to go to Memphis with you for the weekend
that's my business not hers. If I want to spend time with you it's nobody's
business but ours. It's my body and my life not theirs. Who do they think
they are anyway? ''Willow I need your homework, Willow could you research
this for me, Willow you're so lucky that you aren't the Slayer!' Well let me
tell you something Mr. The Bloody. I am sick of being at their disposal. I
have a life and it's high time that I start living it. You have a deal Spike.
I'll go to Memphis with you for the weekend."
"Good for you luv." 'That's what I like to see the fire of youth with that
delicate touch of innocence. Makes me feel hot all over, makes me want to
shag the hell out of the little witch', he thought as he pulled her into his
arms once again and lowered his mouth to hers in a fiery kiss that scorched
like an open flame. Her arms went to his neck as she ground herself against
his body. His body reacted instantly by becoming hard with longing. His
hands traveled down her back and gripped her hips, pulling her groin into
contact with his. She gasped as she pulled her mouth away from his. She
looked into his eyes and was shocked to see that there were flecks of gold
warring with the blue. She took a few deep breaths before pulling his head
back down to hers. This time she led the kiss. Her tongue made little
lapping motions against his lips until they opened, giving her the access she
was seeking. When his lips opened, she swept her tongue inside, engaging in a
duel with his tongue for dominance. She felt his hands on her, one tangled in
her hair as he cupped the back of her head and the other was massaging her
denim encased bottom. Her hands were far from idle as one had worked its way
into his short ice blonde hair and the other was buried beneath his duster
making circles on his back. The sounds of the night were quickly drowned out
by the moans and sighs coming from the couple. Spike swept his arms around
Willow's butt and as he lifted her up her legs wrapped around his waist
bringing her fiery core in direct contact with his throbbing cock. He groaned
as he carried her over to a picnic table and set her gently upon the tabletop.
He pulled his mouth away from hers long enough to shed his duster and to
remove the red shirt that he usually wore. Willow watched his movements as
she took off the bag that held her books and stuff and placed it on top of his
red shirt. Next, she took off the light jacket that she wore and placed that
on the pile of clothing. She returned her gaze to Spike only to find that he
had been watching her the entire time. He took her hands in his and raised
them to his lips where he bestowed a single kiss on the back of each one all
the while staring into her luminous green eyes. So intensely was his gaze
that she could almost feel the tension running along his body. She removed
one of her hands from his and raised its palm up to caress his cheek. His
eyelids closed over his blue gaze at the contact and he groaned deep in his
throat. His free hand came up and covered her and on his cheek. He held
their combined hands on his cheek for a few seconds then he turned his head
until his lips were touching her palm. He place the gentlest kiss upon it
that Willow had ever felt. His eyes open and he looked at her for what seemed
like hours but in reality was only seconds. What Willow saw in his eyes was a
combination of desire, fear and need, all things that she knew he had seen on
her face at some time during their talk. She opened her arms and Spike
stepped into her embrace. It felt like coming home to him. He wrapped his
arms around her and gathered her close to his chest. They stayed that way,
wrapped in each others arms with their eyes closed just listening. He,
listening to the sound of her heart beating and she, listening to the utter
stillness of his. Neither said a word and words were not necessary. They
understood each other. She lifted her head a little from his chest and simply
said "Yes, I'll go to Memphis with you."
Part 7
The plane touched down at Memphis International Airport around two in the
morning. Spike nudged Willow gently to wake her up while the plane was coming
to a halt at the terminal. He still couldn't believe that she was here with
him. The relief of being out of Sunnyhell and away from the Slayer was
nothing compared to the feeling he had felt when he had seen her, bag in hand,
at the airport. He had wanted to pick her up at her house but she had said it
would be safer for him if she met him at the airport. While a part of him
wanted to argue the point, another part of him was pleased that she had
thought about his safety. He had agreed and arranged a time and place to meet
at the airport. She raised an eyebrow to that but he merely shrugged and
kissed her again before donning his duster. The red shirt he placed around
her shoulder as a remembrance of him. Then he kissed her again after helping
her off the tabletop. He kept his arm around her as he walked her home then
he kissed her once more. It had taken every once of control that he had to
not throw her down and shag her breathless after that last kiss but he knew
that he had to let her go. He vowed to himself that once he did get to have
her he would never let her go. He shook her again, this time whispering in
her ear that it was time for Sleeping Beauty to rise and shine. He was
rewarded with a yawn and a stretch that showed the flatness of her stomach
from Willow. He took a few unnecessary breaths as he watched her wake up. By
the time the plane had pulled into the proper gate Willow was awake and
looking around excitedly. She had told him earlier during the flight that she
had never been outside of Sunnydale. He stored this tidbit of information
away for future use. He removed his seat belt and stood. She followed suit.
He reached above their heads to the overhead compartment and quickly
retrieved their bags. Since they were only going to be in town for the
weekend, they had both packed light for the trip. They disembarked along with
the other passengers and walked through the terminal laughing at the other
passengers trying to get their luggage. They continued on to the cabstand
where Spike gave a shrill whistle and a cab pulled up to the curve. He opened
the door and bowed slightly to Willow, who giggled but gave a small curtsey.
Spike raised a scarred eyebrow at that but said nothing as Willow climbed into
the cab. He passed Willow his bag as he joined her in the cab. He grabbed
her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers as he gave the driver their
final destination.
"The French Quarter Inn. I don't think that I've ever heard of it. How do
you know about it?" Willow asked.
"I've stayed there before luv. You'll like it pet."
"Whatever you say, Spike. I hope we can get something to eat. I'm
starving."
"I tried to wake you up on the flight but you were sleeping so peacefully."
"Traveling, food and me don't really mix but thanks for thinking of me."
"I'm always thinking of you ducks. Don't worry, we'll pick something up
before we get to the inn." He moved to speak to the driver, who nodded and
then he returned to Willow's sided. He threw his arm around her shoulder and
pulled her closer to his body. She laid her head along his shoulder,
breathing in the scent of leather, cigarettes and that something that was
utterly all him. She sighed and looked up at him. Her green eyes met his
blue eyes and they stared at each other while Memphis whizzed by outside the
cab. He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes
again, breathed in his scent and said, "I'm glad that I came with you Spike."
He choked back the wicked retort that sprang to his mind with her choice of
words and simply replied "So am I pet. So am I. Now what would milady like
to eat? I'm not sure what's available at this time of night."
"A burger sounds good to me. That and a milk shake and some fries." She
said.
"Okay, one burger, some fries and a shake. That shouldn't be too hard to
find. Driver, my companion would a burger and the works. Do you know of any
place that could provide her with that at this time of night?"
"Closest place would be Krystals but you folks don't look like Krystals type
people. That would leave IHOP, which is right here on Union", the driver
said.
"What do you say ducks? Would you like to eat at Krystals or IHOP, which
one?"
"Krystals doesn't sound too appetizing so I guess it's the IHOP."
"You heard the lady, mate. IHOP it is."
"All right buddy. IHOP coming up."
The cab made its way to IHOP and when the driver pulled the cab into the
parking lot, Spike leaned toward the driver. He looked at the driver and
said, "There's an extra twenty in you fare if you wait for us."
The driver, being a part time college student, knew that he would need all the
money he could get if he was going to continue his schooling, said "No problem
man. I'll be right over there when you're done" and he pointed to a spot by
the sign.
Spike grabbed Willow's hand and they exited the cab. They walked into the
brightly-lit restaurant and waited to be seated. Once they were seated in the
nearly empty dining room, they were handed menus but since they knew what they
wanted, went ahead and ordered the food and coffee. Willow looked over at
Spike and smiled. He looked at her and while lighting his cigarette, he asked
why she was smiling.
"For getting me out of Sunnydale for a while. For being honest with me and
for being you," she said.
"Being me, eh?" He asked exhaling smoke.
"Yes, for being you."
"How's that luv", he said drinking in the sight of her.
"Well, that night in the park, you could have killed me but you didn't. You
also could have taken advantage of me or worse but you didn't do that. You
haven't demanded anything of me nor do you treat me like a child. Thank you
Spike. You have no idea how that makes me feel."
"Why don't you tell me ducks", he drawled.
"It makes me feel like you respect me for me. Not that you don't normally
respect me but you see me as more that just 'Research girl' or 'Wicca girl'.
It's like you see me as me, just plain Willow."
"That's not exactly how I see you pet. You are all of those things and more.
I see so much more to you."
"Tell me Spike. Tell me what you see."
He stared to open his mouth but the waitress chose that moment to arrive with
their food. Once the food was on the table, he reached over, took her hand in
one of his and used the other hand to lift her face to his.
"What I see pet, is a young woman who is unsure what life has in store for
her. I see someone who is afraid to step out of the restraints that have been
placed on her by well meaning friends that have no clue as to the person that
you really are. I see someone who has a lot love inside of her that's waiting
to be given to the right person, but is afraid of having her heart broken
again. Someone who sees beyond the surface of a person to what is on the
inside and someone that does not judge a person unfairly. I see all of that
inside of a beautiful red haired, green eyed, freckled witch whose food is
getting cold. Eat up luv, I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" She said as she blinked back the tears that were
threatening to fall from her eyes.
"I need to use the loo. All that beer on the plane is catching up to me."
"I thought that vampires didn't need to use the bathroom like us humans."
"Normally we don't but…bloody hell. The combination of you leaning so close
to me on the plane and in the cab plus those seven beers on the plane make it
a little hard to control all of my bodily functions. Now eat." With that he
stood up and made his way to the restroom.
Part 8
Willow sat back in her chair as she went over what Spike had told her. Her
thoughts were spinning in her head at breakneck speed as she tried to make
sense of his words. It was as if he knew exactly how she felt. She picked up
her burger and stared to eat. He didn't see her as an incompetent witch. He
didn't see her as just a computer hacker or as the Slayers little pet, he saw
her as she really was and she had made him need to go the bathroom. The smile
that lit her face was spectacular. She dug into her food with enthusiasm.
Meanwhile in the men's room, Spike was berating himself from the privacy of a
stall. 'Stupid bloody git! What a royal cock up that was. Couldn't control
yourself around her could you mate? You had to go and get all poofy on the
chit. Now you're stuck in here until this massive hard on goes down. Can't
have the chit thinking that you fancy her that way especially after she thinks
you are an honorable type bloke that wouldn't take advantage of her. How the
bloody hell did I get myself into this!' His thoughts were pounding in his
head in time with the throbbing of his cock. Images flashed through his mind,
images of a very naked red headed witch, lying on the bed, looking at him,
reaching for him. He imagined it was her hand that unbuckled his belt and
unzipped his pants. That it was her tiny hands that were reaching into his
pants and pulling his erection out. He saw her pink tongue lick her lips
while her hands stroked his member. His breath came in gasps as his hand
stroked his cock all the while picturing Willow on her knees in front of him.
His hand moved up and down the length of his cock as his mind saw Willow take
him into her warm wet mouth. His hand sped up as his imagination ran rampant.
He could literally see Willow's head bobbing back and forth as her throat and
tongue worked their magic on him. Her fingers tantalized his balls. He
moaned at the thought of her hands kneading his ball sac and playing with his
ass. His strokes became more frantic as his hand was a blur as the imaginary
Willow increased the speed and the depth of her strokes. He held his breath
as he imagined one of her fingers making it way to his asshole and tapping on
it in time with her sucking. His hand suddenly moved to encircle the head of
his cock and gave it a few quick tugs then squeezed it roughly as the
tightening sensation in his balls caused him to curse. Willow's name tumbled
from his lips as he shot his cum into his hand. Spike leaned his head against
the wall of the stall as his breathing slowed. He grabbed some toilet paper
and cleaned his seed from his hand. He then flushed the wad of soiled paper,
opened the door to the stall and made his way to the sink where he washed his
hands. He splashed cold water on his face and raised his face to look into
the mirror. If he was able to cast a reflection, he imagined that his pale
face would be flushed from his excerptions. As it was he could only stand
there and wait for his bodily functions to return to their previous
nonfunctioning state. 'Buck up old man. You can handle this. It's just a
weekend. Get to know the girl a little better before trying something with
her', he thought to himself. With that he walked out of the restroom and made
his way back to their table. She looked up at him a little shyly. She smiled
at him and he smiled at her.
"Your coffee's probably cold by now", she said.
"That's okay. I didn't really want it. Are you finished luv?"
"Yes, I am so stuffed and now I am incredibly sleepy. Can we go to the inn
now?"
"Come on pet. Let's go." With that Spike left a large tip on the table and
paid the bill. They made their way to the cab and climbed inside.
"On to the French Quarter Inn, mate", Spike said to the driver.
"Sure thing buddy."
Willow laid her head on Spike's shoulder and sighed with contentment. Spike
chuckled and pulled her closer as the sat in silence. All to soon the ride
ended when the driver announced they had reached their destination. Spike got
out of the cab and held out his hand to assist Willow out of the cab. When
she was standing on the cobblestone walkway of the inn, he kissed her in the
nose, told her to wait right where she was while he took care of the driver.
He walked over to the drivers side of the cab and pulled out his wallet. He
took a fifty-dollar bill out of it and gave it to the driver.
"Keep the change", Spike said.
"Thanks man. Hey, if you need a ride around town while you're here, give this
number a call and ask for Alex # 402." Alex the driver handed Spike a card
with a number on its.
"Thanks mate", Spike said as he placed the card in his wallet. The cab drove
off into the night leaving the couple standing at the entrance of the inn.
"Shall we go in pet?" Spike asked while offering Willow his arm. She looked
at him and placed her hand on his forearm.
"By all means, kind sir", she said as the walked across the "Welcome" sign
made of stones in front of the door. He escorted her into the foyer of the
inn and guided her to the front desk where he rang the bell that was sitting
on it. Spike reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a velvet
box. Taking Willow left hand in his he opened the box and pulled out a ring.
The ring had a gold band and what looked like three diamonds mounted on it.
Willow's eyes widened when she saw the ring. She looked up at Spike and saw a
peculiar expression on his face.
"Spike, what is this?"
"This is for you luv. May I?" he asked.
"Yes", she said breathlessly.
He slid the ring on the third finger of her left hand. Then he raised her
hand, kissed the ring then kissed the palm of that same hand. As he lowered
her hand he pulled her to him and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"Welcome to Memphis, Mrs. Longstreet", he said.
Part 9
"Mrs. Longstreet?" she asked.
"Shh, we'll talk about it later", he said as the night clerk came to the
desk.
"I believe you have a room reserved for W. Longstreet", he told the clerk.
"Ah yes, Mr. and Mrs. Longstreet from California. That would be the Honeymoon
suite. May I inquire if this is your first time in Memphis?" The clerk
asked.
"No, we've been here before" Spike replied while Willow hid her face in his
shoulder to keep from laughing aloud.
"Very well then, Bruce will show you to your room. Bruce, these are the
Longstreets, please escort them to their room. On behalf of the French Quarter
Inn, welcome to Memphis."
"Do you have any luggage sir?" Bruce the bellhop asked.
"No, we're traveling light", was the reply from the couple.
"If you will follow me then", he said as he led them to the elevator. Spike
grabbed Willow's hand and laced his fingers with hers.
"Come along Mrs. Longstreet" he said with a smile
"Anything you say Mr. Longstreet" she replied impishly.
Spike and Willow followed Bruce into the elevator and watched as he pushed the
button for the third floor. The ride up to the room was quiet as the elevator
made its way up to the third floor. All too soon the elevator came to a stop
and the doors slid open. Bruce walked out and started down a corridor. Spike
and Willow followed along still holding hands. Bruce came to a room at the
end of the hall and stopped. He put the key into the lock and opened the
door, then he stood aside, gave a formal bow and said, "The Honeymoon suite,
sir."
With that Spike swept Willow up into his arms and carried her across the
threshold depositing her gently on the floor near the bed. He turned back to
Bruce, took both of their bags and set them on the floor near the door. Then
he reached into his front pants pocket and handed Bruce a tip as he said thank
you. Once the door closed he shrugged out of his duster, walked over to the
closet, reached in for a hanger and hung up the duster. Then he went back to
the door, picked up both of the bags and set them on the dresser. He turned
to look at Willow, who was still standing by the bed.
"You know, I have always wanted to do that."
"Do what?" she wanted to know
"Carry someone across the threshold."
"Didn't you ever carry Drusilla over thresholds?
"Dru wasn't into that sort of stuff luv. Besides, its kind of hard for
vampires to do that in a place like this what with having to be invited in and
all that rot."
"So what's so different about this place?"
"Well for starters, I've been here before and being that majority of humans
tend not to believe in creatures of the night so to speak, chances of them
doing an 'uninvite' spell were slim. Secondly, the night clerk welcomed me in
on his own volition."
"You think you're smart, don't you Mr Longstreet. Is that you real name
Longstreet?"
"Actually yes, to both questions pet. Longstreet is me birth name. William
James Longstreet, born June 14, 1873. Want to see my birth certificate?"
"No, I'll take your word for it. If you're so old, why do you still have an
accent? I mean, Angel's older that you by at least a hundred years but he
doesn't have an accent."
"Well, I imagine that if I had spent close to a hundred years in the States I
wouldn't have an accent either. But lucky for me, I stayed in Europe when the
poof left me and Dru", he said a little testily. He took out a cigarette and
lit it, blowing smoke in the air with a forced exhalation.
"Spike, I'm sorry." Willow said. "I shouldn't have brought up the subject of
yours and Angel's past. What went on then is no concern of mine. Especially
since you've been so nice to me. I'll understand if you want to go back to
Sunnydale."
"Why would I want to do a stupid thing like that ducks? We came here to get to
know each other. I forgot that that entitles you to ask questions about my
life or unlife as it is. And no, I don't want to go back to Sunnyhell just
yet. You promised to spend the weekend with me and I'm holding you to that."
He looked at the clock and saw that he had a few hours til dawn. "Tell you
what pet. Why don't you have a bath and try to get some sleep. I need to go
out for a while. I'll be back in about an hour."
Yawning Willow nodded. She walked over to spike and threw her arms around his
waist. She looked up at him and rose on tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips.
Stepping back from him, she said, "Try not to kill anyone while we're here."
Then she grabbed some clothes from her bag and went into the bathroom. Spike
looked at the closed door for a few minutes then he grabbed his duster ad left
the room.
