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Willow stumbled into her room and fell onto her bed. She felt as though she hadn't slept in weeks. In actuality, it had only been two days. The gang had spent the first part of the week researching the latest demon visiting Sunnydale. After Buffy had killed it, she and Willow had spent the remainder of the week working on a Psych project. Buffy had really gotten interested in the subject, so they had spent hours going over research and reading books. Giles couldn't believe that Buffy had willingly read a book. Their project was about dreams and the subconscious. This was definitely a subject Buffy excelled at. Xander had contributed by watching Young Guns 1 and 2 over and over. Willow swore she could now recite every word. If Xander quoted anything else from one of those films, she knew she might have to kill him. Oz was out of town with the band. Willow smiled thinking about her ex-boyfriend. He and Buffy (with a little encouragement) had started hanging out a bit. Willow thought Oz would be good for her best friend. He just hadn't been meant for her. And, for Buffy's sake, at least he wasn't a vampire. Thinking about vampires brought Willow's thoughts to Spike. For some reason, he had been helping them since he got back to town. No one knew exactly why. Buffy had decided not to question it and just accept the help. Every time he helped them, he grumbled about it. Willow had decided he must have his reasons, and just really hoped it wasn't an act. (UGH! I need to quit thinking about Spike or I'll never get to sleep.) She closed her eyes determined to get at least a few hours sleep before meeting the gang. Her last conscious thoughts were of a blue eyed blond vamp....Soon, her even breathing filled the room.

**********

(What? Oh must be dream.)

Willow looked around. She appeared to be on a train. She looked through the window and saw mountains in the distance.

"Excuse me Miss. Did you need some assistance?" Willow turned and smiled.

It was the conductor. He was reaching to pick up the suitcase at her feet.

"Thank you sir. I appear to be a bit lost."

"This way Miss."

Willow looked around and decided that is must be the mid 1800s, if the passengers clothing was anything to go by. She hurried to catch up to the conductor. He stopped at the door to one of the private compartments.

"Here we are Miss." He opened the door.

Willow looked in and saw an older man sitting with a gun in his lap. She noticed a badge on his left shirt pocket.

(Must be a marshal.) She turned to see his prisoner and gasped. "Oh my..."

The conductor, noticing her discomfort, assured her, "Don't worry Miss. He won't be getting loose."

He put her bag down and left, closing the door behind him. Willow hadn't moved. She was still staring at the prisoner. Blond hair....blue eyes....lips curled into that smirk...an aura of confidence and sexuality despite the handcuffs around his wrists...

"Spike?" Willow whispered quietly.

She looked into knowing blue eyes that suddenly winked. Willow could feel the blush coming.

(Goddess, I even blush in my dreams)

She took the seat across from the men, deliberately avoiding the prisoner's stare. She needed to figure out what was happening.

(Why is Spike here? More accurately, why is he dressed and why are there other people here?)

She looked up through her lashes and checked out her dream version of Spike.

(Oh Goddess! He looks tasty. Tight brown pants...a white button up shirt, the top few buttons undone...a brown vest...and a hat. A hat? Note to self---burn Xander's copies of Young Guns.)

He moved slightly and she jerked her gaze up. Green eyes looked into blue. Blue eyes that were full of mischievousness and amusement, if not something more. Willow blushed and turned her attention to her luggage. She sifted through it until she found a book. She couldn't spend the entire dream staring at him, no matter how nice that might be. There was something different here and she couldn't quiet figure out what.

(He seems real)

The thought brought her attention away from the book, She looked up, noticing that the marshal had fallen asleep. His snores and her breathing were the only sounds in the small compartment. The prisoner was watching her. She opened her book and began to read. Soon, the slow motion of the train drew her into a nice sleep....

(Hmmm....this is more like it.)

Willow felt fingers caressing her face...outlining her lips. Lips gently meeting hers. She opened her eyes and saw only darkness.

(OK....a dream within a dream?)

She felt the lips move sensuously across her face.

(Who cares?) She decided. (I'm going to enjoy this)

She moved her hand to his face, forcing his mouth to hers. Their tongues battled for dominance. She pushed the hat off and ran her fingers through his hair. His left hand pulled her head back as his right hand ventured under her long skirt. She whimpered into his mouth as his fingers found her center.

(Oh Goddess, he is so good at this)

She moved her hand down to his lap, but was surprised when his left hand pulled it up.

"This time is for you Luv" He whispered before capturing her lips again.

She was so wet. His fingers thrust into her more urgently. She pushed down as hard as she could. She was almost there. She tore her mouth from his and began to moan. His lips moved down to her neck. She felt his teeth gently nipping at her pulse point. He rubbed his thumb on her clit and she felt herself shatter. At that precise moment, his teeth bit into her neck, sucking gently.

"Spike!" She heard herself cry out.

She let herself slowly come down from her high. He wasn't beside her anymore. She took a few deep breaths and slowly opened her eyes. She was still on the train. The cop was waking up.

(Oh Goddess, what a dream)

She took a peak at the prisoner and saw him watching her with a sexy smile.

(No....He couldn't possible know)

She looked away as she felt the train slowing down.

(WHAT?)

There on he floor, by her feet, was his hat. She looked at him quickly.

"How?" She whispered to herself.

He smiled. She watched as he brought his rght hand up and let his tongue slide across his finger. She then watched as he put his hand back into the handcuffs. She noticed the sash on the floor by his feet.

Green eyes met blue as he said, "Surprise Red."

And he winked at her.

"FUCK!" Willow woke up.

(Oh Goddess.)

She looked around her room a bit disoriented. She noticed it was almost 5pm. She fell back on her pillow.

"What a dream. Wow." She whispered. She closed her eyes and sighed. She could feel the familiar ache in her body.

(It was just a dream. Ugh....I need a shower. Goddess, I don't know how I'll be able to sit across from him tonight. I am so glad he has no idea that he stars in my dreams. Talk about being mortified.)

She got up and headed to the shower.

* * * * *

Across Town

"Bloody Hell"

Spike sat up in bed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked at the clock----Only 4:45. He grabbed his remote control and turned on his stereo. Leaning back against the pillows, he smiled.

"What a dream"...he could still taste her.

His cock was so hard. She had seemed so real this time. He let his hand drift down. He pictured her face as she had looked when she came.

"Willow!" He cried out as he came. He opened his eyes and whispered, "Soon."

* * * * *

The gang was meeting at the Bronze to celebrate living through another week. Willow was early. She hated being early, but she always seemed to be. She sat at a table and watched everyone out dancing. Xander was supposed to pick up Ginny, the latest love of his life, but he should have all ready been there.

(Bet they took a detour out to the cliffs) Willow found her mind drifting off.

She was remembering that dream. She knew was a bit obsessed with Spike, who wouldn't be? She had been having delicious dreams of him for the last few weeks. Since he had been helping them really.

(If I were completely honest, I'd admit that I've been having them since he kidnapped me last year. That was when I realized what Oz and I had was puppy love. I could never see Oz going through the emotions that Spike went through over Drusilla. Since he has been back, he never mentions her. Once, her name came up, and he growled. I decided that I didn't plan to ask what happened. I do envy her. I would give anything for him to love me like that.)

"Boo!'" Willow jerked her head around to be confronted with the laughing gaze of her best friend.

"Buffy! What was that about?" Buffy laughed. "Geez, Will. Where were you? If I'd been a vampire, I could have bitten you."

Willow ignored her question and asked, "Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Well, I met an extremely attractive guy at the track and I have a date with him tomorrow. I also heard from Angel. He is doing great. He wants me to try to come out there to see him some weekend. Cordy even said Hi."

Willow smiled. "Angel huh? And you have a date? Goddess, all that in the few hours since I saw you last?" Buffy sat down and looked at her friend. Something seemed odd.

"What is it Will? What were you thinking about when I came up? Oh, don't be mad about Oz. I know you thought I might hook up with him. He is a good friend and cool to hang with, but not really my type..."

Buffy noticed that Willow was staring off into space. "Ahem....Earth to Willow. Come in Willow..."

"Sorry, Buffy. I took a nap this afternoon and it just seems to have thrown me off. I was listening. It is more than OK that you and Oz are friends. I've heard him mentioning a girl in his history class anyway."

"Cool. So, as I was asking, what the hell world were you in? Come on girl. Give me the dirt."

"Buffy. Itisnothing. Justadream." The last words were mumbled together. The slayer had a tough time figuring out what her friend said.

When she did, her eyes got big, "A Dream? Really? Can we use it in our paper? What was it? Wills, your face is turning the color of your hair! Oh God, you have to tell me. It must be good. Please? This is your best friend begging here....."

Willow laughed and looked around.

(Where the hell is Xander? Buffy is not going to let this go. I can not tell her that I've been fantasizing about Spike. She'd kill me, after getting the details. Oh good, I see Ginny.)

"Hey Buffy, there is Xander. Make room for him and Ginny." Buffy looked up and frowned.

(Just like Xander to ruin the moment.) She studied Willow out of the corner of her eye. (What is going on with her? It must have been one hell of a dream.)

"Hi Xander! Hi Ginny. Sit, Drink, and be Merry!" Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

She had to think of something to tell Buffy. She knew Buffy well enough to know that she would not let this drop. She took a sip of her soda.

(Just what I need. A nosy slayer working on a project about dreams....)

She felt someone at her right elbow. Looking up, she met those beautiful blue eyes.

"Hey Spike! What brings you here?" Buffy asked curiously.

"Felt the need to bond, Slayer." He moved to the stool beside Willow. She was still looking at him.

(That cockiness....that was what was in the dream....)

Willow felt his gaze on her. She was caught staring. Her face turned red....

Spike smiled at Willow, "Surprise Red."

Willow heard the words. Surprise Red. There was no way. It was just a dream. A short, innocent little dream. He was watching her. Amusement in those blue eyes. What to do.

She took a deep breath and smiled. "Hello Spike. How are you tonight?"

(Good girl. No hesitation. Polite but aloof.)

Spike looked her and frowned. (How are you tonight....in that damn tone. Like I'm a bloody five year old. Why the hell am I here? Lettin' me cock do the thinking again. It was just a damn dream. It seemed so real....I've got to get out of here. I feel like killing something.)

Willow watched wide eyed at the emotions playing across Spike's face. First annoyance...then something that almost seemed like lust....then anger.

He got up, knocking his stool back. "Well, slayer, it was a riot. But, I've got places to go....people to kill. You know how it is. Tomorrow, eh? " He smirked, tipped his head at the slayer and left.

Xander laughed. "Well,Wills. I' d venture a guess that Deadboy Jr. didn't feel like answering that question. Ah, too bad. Not like we wanted him here anyway."

Buffy watched as her best friend looked after the departing vampire. (I know that look. Oh...my....God....Willow has a thing for Spike? No...She's just thinking....Hmmm....I think Miss Willow and I are going to have to have a chat tonight) Willow stood abruptly.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I am so tired. I need to go home and get some sleep. You know, take advantage of the quiet time in Sunnydale. Sleep will be good. No dreams though. Dreams are bad." She noticed the others staring at her. "Uh...yeah. See y'all tomorrow. Bye now." She almost ran to the exit.

She knew this weirdness had to be due to lack of sleep. It was the only explanation. She'd seen that look in Buffy's eyes. She did not need to face any questions tonight. Tomorrow, after a good night's sleep. She'd think of something to tell Buffy. Willow walked the rest of the way home lost in her thoughts. She failed to notice the blond vampire following her. When she entered her home, said vampire through down his cigarette.

"Bloody hell. Little witch could have been killed and she never would have noticed. What is going on in that mind of hers?" Spike turned and headed back to his place. He knew she was home safe, so he could relax the rest of the night.

* * * * *

It had been three days. No dreams, or at least I don't remember any. I haven't seen Spike at all. He's been avoiding everyone in the gang since Friday. I wonder what I said? I miss him. Somehow, his presence always reassures me. A few times I've had that feeling....like he was there but every time I looked, it was just shadows. OK This obsession thing is getting a bit annoying. I feel like I'm back in school....wanting the popular guy to notice me or something equally moronic. I mean, why can I dream about him, yet, when he is around, I act like I'm barely tolerating his presence? .....Wait, I can answer that. I can't let anyone know I am feeling anything for him. Hell, he'd laugh his ass off and we can't have that. It is such a nice ass. Buffy and the others would probably think I was possessed. I can just hear Xander now. Goddess, how do I get myself into these messes? He is still in love with Drusilla. He never talks about her. He is always sullen when he is with us. He used to be much more lively. No, that's not it. When he is arguing with Xander or fighting with Buffy, he is the same. Still sarcastic and witty. It's just when he is with me that he is moody. OH GODDESS....he must hate me! That's why he ignores me. And here I am dreaming about him. This is much worse than my crush on Xander. I can't stop thinking about him. When Xander makes one of his rude comments abut Spike, it takes everything not to slug him. I just want to take Spike and hug him.....make him smile....make him happy....No Willow. Bad thoughts. You DO NOT love Spike. You can't love Spike..... * * * * *

Willow had fallen asleep at her computer. She had decided to answer some e-mail before meeting the others. Oz was back, so they had planned a get together to celebrate. Buffy wanted to celebrate everything now. She was doing her best to live for the day in case she didn't survive to see the next. Willow slowly began to dream....... It was beautiful. The sun was high overhead. It appeared to be a garden of some sort. Flowers in a vast array of colors were on both sides of her. A small fountain was in front of her. She moved towards it. The fragrance from the flowers was intoxicating. She moved her hand to the water.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Pet."

Startled, she turned. She stood facing Spike. Her eyes flew to the sun....looked at him.....back to the sun.

"What's wrong Luv? You seem a bit confused." "Umm....sun and vampires....you're not going poof."

At her explanation, Spike started to laugh.

"What is so funny? I've never dreamed about you being in the sun. I always think of you and night. Oh Goddess....you look good in the sunlight."

Realizing what she said, she started to blush."I mean....uhh....where did I see this garden? It's beautiful...."

Spike stopped laughing and smiled. "It's all right luv. You've never had any reason to think of me in the sun. Easy explanation there."

"Well?" Willow asked snappily.

"This one is mine."

"What? You're confusing me. Your what?"

"MY dream."

"Your dream?" Willow asked.

"Yep."

"Not possible. No way. It has to be mine. I feel like I do when I am dreaming."

Spike sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "You are dreaming Luv. It's just...my dream."

"Explain please..." Willow thought.

(this should be good)

"Remember the train?" Spike asked.

Seeing Willow blush, he smirked.

"That was your dream sweets. I got pulled in. Don't ask questions. You wanted me to explain. Listen. This is the estate of a Mr. Thompkins from England. Angelus " he spit the name out, " and I stayed here about 130 years or so ago. I loved it. I spent many an hour in this garden after feeding. I still visit it in my dreams."

He glances at Willow, "NO!" He says firmly.

"What?" Willow asked.

"That look in your eyes. All sweet and dewy cause I confessed to have enjoyed a garden. Don't romanticize it Kitten. I killed Mr. Thompkins...and his entire family. Took great joy in it. Angelus was right proud. Even if this is just a dream, don't forget....I'm a monster."

Willow was rather surprised at his outburst. It made her stop and wonder if this actually was his dream. Until now, she'd decided that it was hers and was playing along. Spike was real. How could she have gotten into his dream? Spike stood watching the emotions flicker over Willow's face. He was sure the same thing had happened to him Friday night...after the Bronze. He had thought about it for hours until deciding that somehow he had been dragged into the witch's dream that afternoon.

"How?" he heard her whisper the words.

He took a drag from his cigarette. "Don't quite know the answer to that one luv. Don't know why either."

He saw her mouth open to ask another question. He took a step towards her. "Hush Red. Just enjoy it." He whispered as his mouth claimed hers.

When Spike's lips touched Willow's, she felt as though she were on fire.

(He's right...Fuck it) She decided.

She moved her hand up and brought his head down to hers...deepening the kiss. His hands moved behind her, pulling her towards him. She could feel his arousal pressing into her. She reached down with her left hand and cupped him through his jeans. She felt herself thrust away from him. She looked into his face. His eyes were filled with passion...his entire body held rigid with desire. She knew she must have a puzzled look on her face.

(What is wrong?)

Spike took a few steps back. "Bloody hell. This is NOT good." He looked up towards the sun in the sky. "HEY! Who ever is causing this? Listen mate....I'm through playing. Ya got that? Leave Spike out of your bizarre little dream scapes. I've got better things to dream about. "

He looked towards Willow. "Sorry luv. Long story. Nothing personal, but I feel like someone is jerking my chain. I hate that. It's not you. I just feel like dreams are personal and I don't want to share mine, even with you. Sometimes, the consequences are more than you could ever dream."

Willow took a deep breath. "I understand. If I were more like Buffy or Cordelia you would be ok. I'm sorry. I was the one that pulled you in. Oh Goddess, I really hope you don't remember this. Quite a laugh huh? The little hacker lusting for the bad ass vamp." Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing penetrated the garden. Willow turned and then vanished. Spike closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Not as funny as the vamp lusting after the hacker, Luv."

Willow woke up and reached for the phone.

"Hullo..."

"Willow?" It was Buffy.

"Yeah. Hi Buffy."

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Yes. Don't worry about it. It was a bad dream."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No. Something stupid. What did you need?"

"Willow....what's wrong? Talk to me."

"Buffy. Forget about it. I all ready have. What did you need?"

"OK. If you need to talk, remember that I'm here for you. Anyway, we are meeting at Giles' place tonight. Research mode. Xander and I found some weird looking scaries last night. We have to figure out what they are doing in Sunnydale. I'll pick you up. Oh, and be ready to talk girly-girl. Bye now." Buffy hung up before Willow could respond.

"Damn!"

* * * * *

Across town

"What?"

"Spike, nice to hear your voice too."

"What do you want Slayer?"

"Did I wake you?"

"Yeah....bad dream.

"I am sorry."

"Slayer....."

"OK...OK... research, tonight, Giles' house. Be there OK?" She paused. "We could use the help."

"I'll be there." Spike hung up the phone.

"Bloody marvelous."

* * * * *

Buffy set the phone down and looked out her window. Something Spike said was nagging at her. Bad dream? Yep, Willow and she definitely had to chat. She picked up her purse and got her keys. She headed out with a million questions in her mind.

**********

Buffy walked into Giles' apartment and noticed red hair in the corner. "Willow," Buffy said sweetly, "I thought I told you I'd pick you up."

Willow looked at her friend and smiled. "I'm sorry. Xander offered me a ride. I guess I forgot."

Buffy noticed how Willow wouldn't meet her eyes. "That's OK Wills, I'll take you home."She promised.

Willow sighed and turned her attention back to the book in front of her. She had literally jumped for joy when Xander had called offering her a ride. She didn't know if she could face Buffy. It was all just a dream, but she still felt mortified.

(It's pretty bad when I can't even throw myself at someone in my own dream. I mean, I'm cute. I don't smell. I am reasonably intelligent. OK, so I'm not that sexy or built, but I'm not bad. What right does that british bleach bum have to refuse me? It was my damn dream after all....)

Buffy had taken a seat at the table. She watched Willow's face and had to smile.

(Boy, she's mad at someone. I wonder if she knows that I can read her face like a book? She is not leaving this place without me tonight. I want to know what's going on. I hate being kept in the dark. Hmm....I still think she has something for Spike. I wonder if that's what she is dreaming about. Naughty naughty Wills...)

Giles glanced up and noticed his slayer studying the hacker. (Wonder what's going on there)

He cleared his throat, "Buffy, it might help if you turned the page."

"Oh yeah...sorry. I was thinking." (Gosh, that's real smart. I wonder how I can figure this one out. )

She heard Giles get up and walk to the door. "Come in Spike."

Buffy watched as Willow hurriedly looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the vampire. Willow turned her body around in the chair, now facing the window, half turning her back to them.

Buffy smiled. (Gotcha!)

Spike stood in the doorway surveying the scene. Xander was propped up on the floor with a book open in front of him. Every time he turned a page, he reached for a handful of chips or a twinkie. Spike also noticed a package of Oreos by the boy's feet. Xander looked up and grunted a greeting. Giles moved passed Spike and took his chair at the table. He had numerous books spread in front of him. Buffy got up from the table and moved to the couch. She kept darting her eyes back and forth from the witch to him. Willow kept busy reading the book in front of her. Spike had seen her look up when he walked in. He'd also seen the look of distaste appear along with a hint of anger. He'd suddenly remembered having the craziest dream about her this afternoon. She turned away from him, her glance frosty.

He looked at Buffy. "Where do you want me Slayer?"

Buffy smiled. "You can sit by me Spikey."

Spike's eyes widened. He saw her glance towards Willow.

(What game are you playing luv?) He moved to the table and took a seat by the watcher.

"Sorry pet. Can't get too close to ya. You might not be able to control yourself. Knowing your history with vamps and all. I'd like to make it through tonight without a stake in me."

Buffy ignored him, still watching her friend. "Willow, you didn't say hi to Spike. I thought you were going to try to be more friendly. Why don't you hand him that book by your feet. He needs something to do."

Willow looked at Buffy in horror.

(How can I ignore him if she won't let me? ) Sighing, Willow picked up the book and took it to Spike.

"Here." She thrust it out to him.

(What the bloody hell is her problem?) "Thanks Red."

He took the book letting his hand touch hers. She gasped and let her grip free. The book fell to the floor. Spike's blues eyes met her gaze. Her eyes were wide open, desire in their depths. (Well, well....what do we have here....)

Willow turned and hurried back to her seat. (I'm going to kill Buffy.)

Buffy watched as Spike sat down, still looking at her friend. She smiled.

"Spike, it helps if you turn the pages." She turned towards Willow.

"Hey Wills. Help me patrol." She got up and pulled Willow after her.

The look on her face was very determined. She wanted answers. (Great. I guess I should just tell her the truth. Maybe she won't laugh too hard.)

Willow followed Buffy to the park. She frowned slightly as her friend led her to a table and forced her to sit.

"TALK! NOW!" Buffy said calmly.

"OK. But promise not to interrupt. You can ask questions when I've finished." Willow took a deep breath, " Here goes.... I've been having these dreams....about Spike. It started a few days ago. Well, not the dreams. THOSE started shortly after he arrived in town. They intensified last year when he kidnapped me. Those were ok dreams. Nice little pieces of fluff. He was a bad ass vamp with an attitude but he was my vamp. But on Friday afternoon I had another kind of dream. He wasn't how he usually is. It just seemed very real. It bothered me a bit. At the Bronze that night, something he said was a direct quote from the dream. It sort of freaked me out. I don't remember any dreams the next few nights, but I might have had some. Anyway, today I had another one. He was rude. He insisted that it was his dream and I shouldn't be there. He didn't want me. That was when you called." Willow stopped and looked at her friend.

Buffy was amazed. "You've been having fluffy dreams about SPIKE???? Since he came to town almost three years ago? Oh Wills....Wow. I'm sorry...Let me have a few moments to digest this."

Buffy got up and started walking back and forth. "Willow, after I called you today, I called Spike. I woke him up. He said he'd had a bad dream. Do you think somehow that you could have been in his dreams?"

Willow sat there stunned. "NO! Oh Goddess, please no. I can never look at him again. Please don't make me. That means if I remember, he must remember. No. I don't believe it. He was probably dreaming that Drusilla was with Angelus or something. He had to have been." Willow stated calmly. She looked into Buffy's eyes, pleading with her friend, "Right?"

**********

"Watcher?"

"Yes Spike?"

The vampire looked around nervously. Xander had left to catch up with Ginny. Buffy and Willow were still patrolling. They had been gone nearing two hours. Spike had been sitting there since they left thinking...reliving the last few days. It started on Friday. He had originally thought that he and Willow had shared that train dream, but her attitude had been indifferent that evening at the Bronze. Since that night, he had dreamed of her at the beach. There had also been THAT dream in New Orleans. She had seemed the same as she had on the train, but not as real. He'd decided that the her in the garden was just some torturer's idea of fun. He'd been abrupt and had said some very nasty things. It was just his dream, after all. Now, after seeing her eyes, he knew better. Somehow, he and the hacker had begun to share their dreams.

He looked at the watcher. (Bloody hell. I really hate having to do this)

He leaned back in his chair. "So Watcher, what can you tell me about dream sharing?"

* * * * *

Buffy sat outside Giles' door listening to Spike explain things to the watcher. Her eyes got wide as she heard some of the details.

(Willow...I think there are a few things you forgot to mention. Wow! Listening to Spike, it would seem as though he cared about her. He never shows it. There are times that he acts like he can barely tolerate her.)

Buffy sat there a moment. (I have caught him watching her before. I wondered about it, but just wrote it off to my imagination. HE'S BEEN FOLLOWING HER? Oh my...Willow has her own guardian. That is so sweet. They would be cute together. He is definitely a hottie, with those blue eyes and that accent. Of course, he is a demon. Oh well, I think I he might be in love with Wills. I know she loves him. I mean, she dreamt about him when she was with Oz. That, for Willow, is practically unfaithful.)

She moved into the shadows as Spike left the apartment. She watched as he disappeared into the night. She noticed he was heading away from his apartment ...in the direction of a certain red haired hacker's place. Buffy smiled. (Those two need to talk and confront each other. Of course, right now, they are content to ignore the attraction and act as though nothing is wrong. Maybe with a little help from their friends....Life is too short to waste.)

"Buffy, perhaps you should come inside. I have just heard the most interesting thing." She looked up at her watcher. He was staring down the street with a puzzled look on his face. (Giles will know what to do. We need to get them alone, together. But how?) She headed into Giles' apartment.

Suddenly she stopped and started to laugh. "Brilliant." She softly exclaimed.

**********

(I wonder if this is the right place? Maybe Buffy got the address wrong.) Willow stood looking at the house sceptically. (Oh well, she said 8:30. I don't want to be late.)

She went to the door and saw a sign posted. Willow go to the basement. (OK. Buffy told me not to ask questions, just follow the directions. Basement? Ugh.)

She went inside and saw signs with arrows along the wall, leading to the basement. She opened the door and started down the stairs. The room was brightly lit. It was almost like Xander's bedroom, but clean. There was a TV, a nice sofa, a refrigerator, even a few books littered a small table. Off to the side, there was an old fashioned canopy bed.

(How pretty) Willow went over and looked. (Silk sheets? Hmm...) She looked around some more wondering where Buffy was. She then saw an envelope on the table.

Willow---do not open until 9:00 pm or else!

Was written on it in Buffy's handwriting. Willow looked at her watch. 8:45. She set the envelope back down. She looked through the books, but her eyes kept going back to the envelope.

(Sometimes I really hate her.) She decided. Just then, she heard the door to the basement open. She looked towards the stairs, expecting to see Buffy.

Instead, she met the bewildered gaze of a certain blond vamp.

"SPIKE?" she squeaked out.

"Red.' He looked around. "Where's the bloody slayer? She said to be here at 8:30. I was running a bit late..." "What else is new?" Willow said.

Spike ignored her." When I got here, there was a note to come down to the basement. What the bloody hell is going on?"

"I don't know. Buffy told me to be here at 8:30 also. I had a note on the door. What was that?"

She and Spike turned toward the stairs. There was loud banging coming from the top of the stairs. Spike was at the top in moments. He pushed on the door, but it wouldn't move. He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. When he opened them, Willow was beside him. She was pounding on the door. He reached to stop her hand. When he touched her, he felt the sparks.

"They locked us in luv." She stared at him wide eyed, hesitant to move her hands. (I'm actually touching him....If he's so cold, how can he make me so hot?)

"Wait, THE LETTER!!!!" She let go and ran down the stairs. She picked up the letter and displayed it proudly. "Buffy left us a letter. I bet she says why she's doing this. There must be some big evil or something..."

Spike watched her, a suspicion growing. "Read us the letter Pet."

Willow opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. Spike watched her as she began to read......

Willow & Spike

Understand now that we love you Wills. This is entirely to help you. You see, I discovered that Spike is having the same dreams.

Willow looked at Spike in curiosity. Spike returned her stare. "Continue Pet"

Giles says there is not an explanation that he can find. It is just that crazy Hellmouth at work, according to him. I would like to think it is fates way of helping you two get together.

"Not bloody likely," Spike growled.

Anyway, whatever it is, you two need to find this out. If ignored, it will eventually lead to much uncomfortableness (Is that a word...Willow wondered) between the gang. There is all ready so much tension I can even feel it. So here is the plan...

"About damn time"

You have plenty food and beverage. There is blood in the fridge for Spike. Willow, there is a bathroom under the stairs. I supplied you with any needed toiletries for the period you will be my guest.

"Her guest? More likely her prisoner." Willow muttered.

We have boarded up the door to the basement. There are no windows, and I checked today to make sure there were no streams of sunlight. The TV works. No phone. You'd better hope I don't get killed on patrol tonight. You might be stuck. ha ha. Anyway, I will be there tomorrow night at 9pm to let you out. There better be lots of progress made or else! Oh, Xander says that if you really love Deadboy JR, he guesses he can accept it. I had to smack him cause he said Spike was at least less broody than Angel.

Willow heard Spike snickering.

He also said that he put a deck of cards in the top dresser drawer with a box of twinkies. Now, have fun. Be careful. Talk..talk...talk. I want details tomorrow! Tell Spike to stop grumbling and just deal with the fact that I got him this time.

Willow stopped reading and started to blush.

"What is is Pet?" She started to put the letter back in the envelope. Spike reached over and wrestled it away from her. He read....

PS(Willow DO NOT read this aloud)

Willow----I put some sexy lingerie in the drawer for you. The first time will hurt a bit, but I think Spike will make it easy for you. At least you know he will be there in the morning! Tell him no biting....unless you want him to. Be careful! Enjoy. The bed is great huh? I got you silk sheets! I know, I am such a great friend. Now listen to Buffy......I want you to be a fallen woman tomorrow. After what y'all were doing in those dreams, reality should be great. You have a good time. Oh....give Spike's ass a squeeze for me 'k? Got to go now. Love you Willow!!!!!! Be naughty!

LOVE BUFFY and Giles and Xander (Oh, Wills, no one else knows about the PS so don't worry.)

Spike looked at Willow. "So....you have something for me from Buffy?" He winked at her.

"There will be none of that Mister "I don't want to share dreams with you" Vampire!" Willow said angrily.

"Luv, you just don't get it. I didn't know it was really you! I've been having dreams about you since I got back in town. I was tired of the dreams! Every time I woke up I would feel sick. You were never beside me where you should have been. Do you know how pathetic I feel? I can't even blame having a soul. I'm one of the most feared demons ever. I'm crazy and very deadly, if I do say so myself. Yet, here I am following a teenager around like some puppy. Dreaming about you every day. I see things that remind me of you and I smile. Being around you makes me happy. Hell, luv, you're slayer's best friend. Do you know I overheard two vampires discussing it? 'Have you seen how he is always there? He's like her damn shadow. THAT is the terrible William the Bloody? Damn sad he has to go and fall for a mortal..'" Spike said in a mimic.

He looked at Willow sadly, "Do you have any idea how that made me feel?" Willow was still trying to accept everything he had said.

She slowly smiled. "Well, I'd guess that you were rather disappointed in yourself. Then, I'm sure you got angry and told them off before you staked their nosy asses." She stated calmly, never letting her gaze wander from his blue eyes.

He smiled a cocky smile. "So, you think it was that easy?" He laughed and went over to her. "You think you know me so well, don't you Red? Why don't you get to know me even better?"

He leaned and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She groaned and moved into his embrace. (Oh Goddess, he really wants me. How long did Buffy say we had?) As the kiss deepened, all thoughts fled from her mind. All she could do was feel the desire spread through her.

He reached his hand down to cup the swell of her breast. Willow whimpered into his mouth. Her hands went to the front of his shirt. She gripped both sides and let it rip. Buttons flew off in all directions.

Spike chuckled, "Anxious luv?"

"The name is Willow...and you have no idea. Now, get back to what you were doing." She ordered him as her hands moved to explore that fantastic chest.

He captured her lips in an eating kiss, his tongue thrusting into the warm sweetness of her mouth. He couldn't believe how hot she was. He slowly started to back her towards the bed. She kept her lips on his, only pulling away to gasp for needed breath. They somehow made it to the bed without falling.

"Luv, are you sure?"

"Yesss. Please."

"You know I'm a demon? I may love you, but one day, I could easily kill someone or do something wicked."

"Spike....I can think of several wicked things you could do to me."

Spike looked her in the eye, "I'm serious Red. If we do this, you will belong to me. ONLY ME. I do not share. I learned that lesson over a hundred years ago. I want you to accept that. I will not do this, no matter how bad I want to, unless you agree. I will not give you up. I will kill anyone who tries to keep us apart. You will be mine for eternity."

Willow pulled away from him, watching his face. "I don't want to be a vampire." She said quietly.

"Hell no!" Spike exclaimed. "Not now. Your soul is what made me love you. I won't take that away. When it comes time, I will change you, but I'll make sure you get your soul back. I promise that."

"WHEN you change me?"

"As I said Luv, eternity. So, what do you think?"

"Oh Goddess.....this is much more serious than I thought it would be."

Spike looked at her,"What? You only want me for my body? Think about it kitten. I'll give you some time. Just know, I WILL not give you up. No moving to another city or any of that bullshit for me. I don't leave what is mine.Take some time now to think about it."

He slowly started to kiss her neck...Nibbling up and down. Willow's mind was racing. She never would have guessed that she, Willow Rosenburg, would be faced with a decision like this. She tried to list pros and cons but soon remembered something Buffy was always saying.

"Willow, you have to make your own life. Do something wild and crazy once in awhile. Take a chance. It usually turns out to be a good thing."

Eternity with Spike? (Oh Goddess...how can I think when his lips are doing that?) She pushed him away.

He looked at her. "Made up your mind Pet?" He watched her hopefully.

He was to the point now where he may very well have to go back on his word. He might have to take her even if she said No. She was his Willow. Willow looked deep into his eyes. She could almost see her soul, it seemed. She weighed it all in her mind and made a decision.

She slowly licked her lips and moved away from Spike."Spike....say my name." "Willow.....my Willow?"

She moved her hand to his hair and began to reply.....

Willow moved her hand down and gently touched Spike's face. He looked into her eyes, desperate for her answer.

"Yours Spike." With those words, Spike's eyes changed.

She was his. Now it was time to claim her. His mouth found hers. His hands expertly removed her shirt. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at her. Her hair was mussed...her lips swollen from his kiss....she laid in front of him wearing a lace bra and jeans. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he unsnapped the buttons on her jeans. He moved down the bed pulling them off with him.

Smiling, he said, "Mine." He crawled back up the bed to her, rubbing his hands softly up her body. He could smell her arousal, the scent intoxicating. His hand moved under her. He unclasped the brasierre and through it on the floor behind him.

"Beautiful" he said simply as his eyes feasted on her naked breasts.

A blush spread across her body. She started to say something but his mouth caught the words. He brought his left hand up to caress her. He slowly kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. His tongue flicked back and forth across their peaks until they were hard and puckered. He then opened his mouth wider, as he kissed and sucked until he heard her breathy little moans. His lips slid lower, and he rained darting, then lingering kisses over her lower abdomen, teasing her...his hands reaching to squeeze her bottom rhythmically. His mouth soon found the juncture of her thighs. He sucked at her through the silky material of her panties. Soon her moisture and the dampness of his mouth mingled, drenching the scrap of silk and filling the air with the heady scent of sex. Within moments, the air rang with her joyful whimpers of pleasure as she convulsed against his cheek. He moved only to remove the barrier of her panties. He then tasted her. It was heaven. She moved her hands to the back of his head, bringing his head down to meet her subtle thrusts. He brought his hand up and slowly entered her. That was all it took. She came loudly, screaming his name. He moved up and pulled her against him, folding her into his arms...covering her with sweet gentle kisses until her breathing returned to normal. His cock strained at the confines of his jeans. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She reached down to touch him, only finding her hand halted by his.

"No, Luv. If you touch me, I'll go. I want our first time together to be sweet and satisfying."

Willow whimpered, "But I want to touch you. I want to see you...I want to feel you. Please?"

At her words, Spike felt a rush of pride. She really was his. No sharing. No past memories to get in the way. He got up and reached down, slowly lowering the zipper. He removed the pants and through them away from the bed. He looked in his love's eyes. She was looking him over and smiling.

"Mine" She said, and reached for him.

Spike rejoined her on the bed. "Touch me," he whispered hoarsely.

She moved her hand to touch his hardness. She felt his eyelashes flutter closed against her cheeks as a shudder of pleasure rippled over him at her intimate caress.

(I did that to him. He is being so sweet and taking it slow. I can feel the tension in him. He has such power.)

"Willow..." he sighed her name worshipfully. She opened her mouth to his, and they kissed hungrily, their tongues exploring and mating.

"I can't wait any longer. Are you ready?" he groaned, his hand caressing her.

"Oh yesss..." she cried. He shifted their positions on the bed. Levering himself over her, he caught her gaze. "This will hurt, but only for a moment. I promise."

"Yes," Willow cried, arching up to meet his thrust as he entered her.

There was a slight pain, but she only vaguely felt it. He entered her slowly several times, letting her tightness expand to fit his size. He went up on his knees as he surged again, pulling her with him. Her back arched away from him as she braced herself on her palms. Shivers of pleasure raced along her nerve endings as he lowered his lips to her upturned breasts and sucked them, his hands on her hips continuing to pull her to his hard, deep thrusts. One hand surged into her hair, pulling her torso up against his. He withdrew slowly, almost completely, then entered her with a quick succession of thrusts. She bit into his shoulder and screamed with the shock of pure pleasure that rocked her. His game face appeared at her cry of pleasure. His mouth went to her neck. He slowly bit into her, sucking gently as he throbbed to climax. They clung to each other, damp and slick.....breathless. When the final tremors of passion ebbed, they collapsed in an embrace of limp satisfaction.

"Wow." Willow said as he pulled her body against his.

"Yeah, wow." Spike repeated shakily.

**********

Buffy removed the boards from the door. (Damn Giles. Making me do this.)

Her watcher had been unaware of the extent that her plan had taken. He had freaked when he heard she had boarded Spike and Willow in the basement. He had insisted that she go over right after patrol and let them go. She opened the door to the basement. She had to face the music and let them know they were free. She started down the stairs, surprised to see the lights still on. When she got nearer the bottom, her eyes took in the clothes scattered around the room. Slowly she began to smile. She looked right at the bed. There, Willow lay in Spike's embrace. Her eyes met the blue gaze of the vampire. He was watching her quietly.

When she moved closer, she heard him growl. She stopped. "Good night slayer." a voice said threateningly.

Slowly she nodded. "Good night" she whispered as she went back up the stairs.

"Thanks..." a voice called to her. She didn't turn around.

"Oh, and sweet dreams." She smiled, rather proud of herself.

She couldn't wait to talk to Willow. Somehow, though, she suspected it may be awhile. She slowly closed the door and headed home.

Downstairs

Spike kissed the back of Willow's neck and pulled her tighter into his embrace.

"Sleep well Luv" he whispered into her hair before closing his eyes.