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Willow leaned her head against the shower wall, feeling the water cascading down her back. She breathed slowly, her mind far removed from the shower stall and the warm water. She was busy thinking about Spike and the strange way he was acting. It had now been eight days that he had been staying with her. It was pretty obvious that he was feeling better. He had begun eating again and was even yelling at the telly quite often. Yet, whenever she asked he would cough and grumble as if still in pain. It had only been a few hours earlier that she had finally realized that he didn't want to leave. After sitting there in stunned silence for an hour, she had finally gone upstairs to shower, knowing she did most of her best thinking in the shower.

The problem was that she had no idea what to think. There was no logical reason that she could come up with to explain why Spike would want to remain at her house faking an illness that had passed. She knew that she couldn't really complain. She enjoyed his company more than she had ever imagined. There had always been a bit of tension between them, a flirting tone to their conversations. Even when she had been involved with Tara, she had not been able to resist flirting with Spike. Now that Tara was gone, well, Willow was forced to admit that she might have always had feelings for the blonde vampire. Strange, confusing, mixed up feelings.

She opened her eyes, deciding that she could very well think the problem to death if she continued. So, instead, she finished her shower. She tried to ignore the sensations on her skin, the soapy bubbles drifting over her breasts, the warm water running across her thighs. Only too well, her mind flashed into a familiar fantasy with Spike in the shower with her, his hands following the same path hers were taking. Pushing that particular thought away, she turned the water off. She knew if she continued thinking about Spike in the shower with her, she'd end up bringing herself to orgasm in the shower. She was getting to be rather pathetic, spending most nights dreaming of him as her fingers danced across wetness.

She stood on her bathroom rug, dripping water onto it as she began to towel herself dry. She poured some lotion into her hands, inhaling the sweet scent of citrus and spice before spreading it over both her palms. She applied it to her body, her wet hair hanging around her face as droplets of water ran across her breasts, gathering around her nipples and falling down her stomach. She had just finished smoothing the lotion onto her leg when she heard the loud crash and curse. Startled, she pulled the towel around her body and opened the door. She stood looking wide eyed at Spike who was laying on the floor, sprawled on his ass with the blanket around his feet.

"Spike?" she said, confused as she wondered what had happened to cause him to fall. "What are you doing here?"

Spike looked at her, his blue eyes scorching a path up from her bare legs past the bottom of the towel that fell at the top of her thighs to the hands holding the towel in a knot around her breasts up her graceful neck to her lovely green eyes. He felt his cock react instantly, pushing against the confines of the sweat pants he was wearing. He felt foolish, sitting on the floor on his ass as she stood above him looking like some fire goddess or something. She was bloody lovely, all warmth and curves and soft skin. He could smell the scent of her lotion and shampoo coming from the bathroom behind her, the smells so familiar they were etched in his dreams. His cock began to throb, something that was not very good while wearing tight sweat pants. Well, baggy sweat pants that were now tight. He groaned, unable to tear her eyes away from hers.

Willow's eyes widened when she saw his eyes. They were stormy with desire and lust and love, three emotions she never expected to see in Spike's eyes, especially when he was looking at her. Yet, she couldn't deny them. She also couldn't deny the rather prominent bulge that seemed to be bursting from his sweat pants. She felt a heat spread over her body as things slipped into place. She must have been stupid. Blind or stupid. It all made sense finally. Him nursing her, the flirting, the thoughts that there might be something more, him not wanting to leave her. He wanted her. Spike really wanted her. She saw the slight flash of fear in his eyes and realized that he knew that she knew. Now, he was sitting there scared of what she was going to do, how she would react. She knew those fears all too well. She also knew what she was going to do. There was no way she was going to lose him. With every ounce of courage that she had ever felt, she kept her eyes on his as she opened her hand, letting the towel fall to the ground.