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Willow grunted as she was thrown yet again to the floor. This was the third morning of her "training" sessions with Spike and it was about the fifteenth time he'd made her fall flat on her back, turning away in disgust and throwing his hands up in the air. She didn't even bother getting up to listen to his rant this time, preferring to concentrate on what part of her body wasn't aching from his lessons. She doubted very much that this was payback for his beating. It had only been five days since that night and Spike seemed to have recovered and forgotten all about it. She had attempted to apologise to him again, the day after when he had come to collect her, walking slowly and stiffly, but he had shot her down with a death stare and nothing else was ever said. No, he just seemed to be enjoying seeing her flat on her back and at his mercy. She sighed, pushing the tangles of red hair from her sweaty face.

"Bloody hell love, they aren't going to come up to you going 'oh I say Miss I'm going to attack you now...thinking of going for your arms and then kicking your legs out from under you'," Spike twisted his face as he stalked back towards her prostrate form. He reached down and grabbed her arm, hauling her back up onto her feet. "You have to think...to fucking react..."

He released his grip and stormed away again, muttering to himself. Willow pulled a face at his back tugging on the clothes she was wearing, tight Adidas leggings and matching top. Angelus had bought her three pairs of them, red, blue and black and a pair of sneakers for her sessions. They didn't help at all. Spike was still royally whipping her ass and she was quite certain he was enjoying it. Again she pulled a face at his back.

"I saw that," he spat, spinning round to glare at her. He stood for a moment, his jaw clenching in frustration. He knew she could do it. He'd taught her the basics, enough to fight dirty and get out of a bad situation. But every time he'd rush her, trying to get her to defend herself, she'd simply collapse in on herself. "You are fucking hopeless."

He turned away from her again. Willow stared stakes at his back, anger coursing through her. "I'm hopeless? Well excuse me for being intimated by a vampire," she practically screamed. "By someone who could easily kill me."

"Kill you?" he asked quietly, a cold edge working its way into his voice, causing Willow to back away from him. Suddenly he spun, his demon at the fore and rushed her, sending them both crashing to the floor. His hands held her arms and she was pinned beneath him. Grinning, his fangs clearly visible, he licked his lips. "Now that'd be fun...but why kill you when I could easily rape you? Huh? Like that boy...would you have just let him invade your body, take you against your will..."

He kept growling the various lewd details at her, building her anger at what Mitchell had attempted to do, anger at being pinned beneath him. Frustration and rage built in her and she slammed her forehead against his.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," he screamed releasing one arm to cup his head and pulled up off her, pulling her with him. In the new position her legs had gained their freedom between his and she bought her knee up to his groin. Again he yelled out, a half strangled curse this time, and fell forward onto her chest. Releasing her arm his free hand reached down to cradle his aching balls. Willow twisted, using her hands and one of her legs to push him off. He stretched out on the floor next to her and laughed lightly before his face twisted in pain. "Oh, well done love."

"You tricked me," she hissed adrenaline forcing her up onto her feet. Her expression of anger morphed into one of concern as she looked down at his pain-wracked face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, love...I'm just thinking that ceiling really could do with another coat of paint," Spike commented blandly. This time it was Willow who turned away in disgust, or at least tried to.

"Ow," she hissed, clutching at her thigh. Spike was back on his feet in an instance, his hand steadying her.

"What is it?" he asked, critically running his eyes over her. She snatched her arm from him, overbalanced and put some weight on her hurt leg, collapsing back down to the floor.

"I'm fine...I don't need your help," she stated wincing and cradling her thigh. Spike rolled his eyes and knelt in front of her, pulling her hands away, his fingers running across her muscle.

"You're not fine," he stated reaching up to push back against her shoulder, trying to urge her to lay back. Her hands flew out and hit him, one catching his jaw the other slapping his hand away. Spike grunted and grabbed his jaw, slowly turning to look at her. "Very nice love, but if you want to walk on this leg today you're going to let me help you."

She glared at him before gasping in pain.

"Come on," he challenged her.

"Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"Lay back down for me," Spike muttered, his fingers working against the knots forming in her thigh muscle. He manipulated her leg, bending the knee forcing her thigh back onto her chest and the calf to rest along the thigh. Smirking he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her bent leg. He glanced down at her face, smiling at the look of defiance and pain in her eyes. "Push back against me, a good constant pressure. Focus on using this muscle," his fingers ran along the inside of her thigh, the most painful part. "It'll hurt at first..."

Willow didn't listen to his explanation of why or what she had done to the leg, she merely concentrated on the pain and the feel of his fingers, massaging the aching muscle. She fixed her eyes on his, amazed at the brilliant colour. She had never realized they were so bright. As he turned his attention back to her leg she let her eyes take him in, looking at him closely. His body was lean and muscular and moved with a stealthy grace, while his skin was pale and smooth. But his face was probably the most fascinating feature, high, sharp cheekbones, and the brilliant blue eyes, soft plump lips that curled into a wicked grin. She could see what Angelus saw in him and understood why he always left her at nights to go straight to Spike, share his bed and actually spend his sleeping hours wrapped in his arms. She tried shifting under him, uncomfortable that Angelus' preferred lover was lying so intimately over her.

"Lay still, pet, you'll only end up hurting yourself even more," Spike muttered, continuing to work on the loosening muscle. He glanced up, surprised to find her eyes glassy with tears, he frowned. She shouldn't be in pain now.

Willow closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. As his fingers continued to stroke her thigh, occasionally brushing against her stomach, she wondered if this was how he touched Angelus. If Angelus preferred his touch over hers, his kisses, his cool flesh compared to her warmth. He must. He always left her after the sex...to go to Spike...to sleep with Spike. She felt Spike's fingers, cool against her warm skin. His touch soft but demanding as he worked on massaging her muscle. She looked at his face, saw his gaze fixed intently on what he was doing. She wondered if his intensity was what continued to attract Angelus.

"Stop it," Willow uttered, more to herself than Spike.

"What?" Spike asked, glancing up at her face.

"I have to go and get ready for school," she offered, trying to shift unsuccessfully from under his weight. Spike smirked at her, pushing his weight down hard against her leg for a brief moment before releasing her and helping her stand up. Cautiously she put some weight on her leg. Although it still hurt slightly, it was nowhere as bad as it had been. She pulled her hands away from his and dropped her head down to look at her shoes. "Thank you."

She brushed past him and started to make her way upstairs to her rooms to get ready for school. As he watched her retreating figure Spike shook his head in general confusion regarding women.