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Willow looked around the apartment in interest. It was surprisingly neat. A wide selection of movies were shelved by the huge entertainment center. CDs were stacked all around.

(Guess I know what he does during the day) Heavy curtains covered every window. The decor was eclectic. A wide variety of colors and fabrics. It was actually rather homey. She went into the bedroom.

(Wow.) A king size bed dominated the room. A comforter lay on top. The room was primarily dark: blues...greens...maroon. No black.

(I thought all vampires liked black.) She went to look at the sheets. (Ah...there it is. Black satin. Should have know.)

She went over and began looking through the drawers and closet. (If he has so many clothes why does he always wear the same thing?) She leaned into the closet, inhaling his scent from the shirts. A feeling of arousal swept through her. (Oh Goddess, this is bad. How can I go through with this when just his scent drives me mad?)

She looked at her watch. She had to hurry. Buffy promised to keep him busy for her, but she knew he would leave before long. He would go to her house, as he did every night, to see if she was home safe. She shivered a bit when she imagined his reaction to finding her gone.

(None of that Willow. Tonight is your night. Time to re-claim what is yours.) She smiled. She started to hum the theme from mission:impossible as she got to work. (Spike is in for one hell of surprise...)

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Spike entered his apartment and stopped. He slowly shook his head. He had thought for a moment that he could smell Willow. He had been by her house, but it was dark. He hadn't been able to feel her. He knew he should have called her...spoken to her, but he couldn't. He knew he had been wrong to forget that she was mortal, but he wouldn't apologize for his actions.

(She knew I was a damn vampire before she ever slept me. She should have known what she was getting into. All I did was stake my claim.)

He scowled and headed to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. He went straight to the bed and fell on top of it. He didn't want to think any more. He never noticed the slight figure watching him from the corner.

Willow moved quietly towards the bed. Her gaze roamed over her lover's body. It still shook her a bit that he didn't breathe.

(Mine.) She couldn't understand the depth of these feelings. It had been less than two weeks since their first dream. Drusilla had told her that it had not been a love spell, as in it would not force them to do anything that went against their true emotions. Willow had believed her, but there was something weird going on. The intensity of her emotions was new. She had felt almost crazy over the four days she had been away from him. Now that she was him again, she felt peace enter her. She pulled his arms up to the top of the bed, securing them with the scarf she had tied there. She even double knotted them, though she knew if he truly wanted, he could break the bond easily. She would have to do her best to ensure that he wouldn't want to do that. She leaned close to his face and placed small kisses over it. When she felt him begin to stir, she let her lips meet his in a desperate kiss. Her green eyes looked into his.

"Wakey wakey Spike....Willow wants to play."

Spike was wide awake. He couldn't believe it. He was proud of her. She was finally taking what she wanted, namely him. He felt his hands bound at the top of the bed. He knew what courage it had taken her to do this. He watched his Willow and decided to see what she had planned next. He flashed her an encouraging smile. Willow hurriedly shed her clothes. She leaned over Spike and kissed him roughly. She noticed his arousal and smiled bewitchingly. She straddled him, keeping herself poised slightly above his erection. She leaned over him and captured on of his nipples in her teeth. She sucked and bit at him, rubbing at his erection as she moved. She moved her mouth up to his neck. She bit into him as she thrust down onto his erection. He thrust up, soon matching her rhythm. Her fingernails scratched at his arms....his chest...his face. The feeling of her blunt teeth in his skin and the feeling of her tongue lapping at his blood sent him over the edge. He pulled at his bonds. He could hear material rip. Within seconds, he had reversed their positions. He pushed into her deeply. She was moaning and whimpering at each thrust, matching them. He was so close. He moved to her neck and bit. It sent them both over the edge. He came with a growl....she screamed out his name. He collapsed on top of her, surprised by the intensity of their orgasm. He gently licked at the wound on her neck. He felt her hand under his chin, lifting his head to meet her satisfied gaze.

She looked over possessively. "Forgiven." she stated calmly.

He smiled, "Forgiven." He repeated before claiming her mouth.