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Spike saw Willow turn and face him, her eyes lighting up as a soft smile crossed her pretty face. He stayed where he was, watching as she came towards him. He saw several emotions in her eyes, the most obvious being love. He was stunned. How could she possibly love him? He was a monster. He opened his arms as she hugged him, the scent of her shampoo fresh. She had just had a shower, her hair damp against his cheek. His hand rested on the small of her back, the other moving to tangle in her hair. Neither spoke as they stood in silence holding each other. Her room was lit by a small lamp, half the area cast in shadows.

Willow inhaled the scent of tobacco and leather as she rested her face against his chest. The cotton of his shirt brushed her cheek, her arms holding on to him tightly. She didn't want to let him go. She'd been so scared that he wouldn't come to her, that he had ended their relationship. She had never felt such relief as when her door had opened. She felt his fingers moving along her back, soft light touches that were comforting yet electrifying at the same time. His hand moved from her hair to trace along her chin. She felt him lift her head, his blue eyes staring deep into hers. She turned her head slightly as he moved his fingers over her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue licking at his fingers as they continued to look at each other.

Spike groaned as her wet tongue ran across his flesh. He moved his hand back to cup her cheek, leaning down and claiming her lips in a deep kiss. He felt her hands on his chest, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled against her lips as his hand covered hers and he ripped his shirt open. He slid the material off his shoulders and let it drop on the floor. They laughed as their fingers again met on the buttons of his jeans. Their lips met in another kiss as he pushed the denim down his legs, kicking it off as he moved Willow towards the bed. He stood naked, his cock hard and ready. He felt the silk of her panties, ripping the material as his hands unfastened her bra. He walked her to the bed, both falling backwards as theirs hands moved along each other's bodies.

Willow pulled back and looked at his face, his body cool against her heated flesh. His eyes were looking at her with a tender statement. She smiled softly, leaning up to brush a kiss against his lips. No words were spoken as he kissed her back, his hands gently moving along her body. She whimpered as his hand enclosed around her breast, squeezing as she arched up against him. She felt his cock against her stomach, an ache between her legs as she shifted, trying to get him in between them. She heard him chuckle as he moved his mouth, his hands going to her hips as he kept her in place. He brushed his cock along her wetness, teasing her as his eyes lit with mischief. He lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned as he ran his blunt teeth over the hard nub. She spread her legs, wrapping her right one around his leg as she again tried to arch up to take his length inside.

"Please," she begged softly, her fingernails digging into his back.

Spike looked up at her, letting her breast fall as he caught her eyes. He slid into her warmth, his eyes caressing her face. Willow licked her lips as she felt herself stretched by his size, not able to move her eyes from his. She smiled a soft smile, seeing the love in his eyes. Was she imagining things? Did he really love her? He hadn't said anything, yet his eyes spoke volumes. He kissed her again, making love to her mouth as he entered her in slow, deep strokes. His hand brushed her hair from her forehead, the strands wet from her shower and sweat. Moving his lips from hers, he kissed a path across her chin and down her throat. He nuzzled his mark on her neck, running his tongue over the bite. She cried out as she tightened around him, her release causing her head to go back against the pillow, her eyes looking blindly at the ceiling.

Spike could smell the faint scent of his blood as her fingernails dug deep into his back. He began to move faster, his right hand moving down between her legs as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. He was about to cum, and he wanted her to cum with him. He heard her gasp as she moved up to meet his thrusts. His face changed as his teeth pierced her skin, his seed spilling into her as she tightened around him, her cry low and muffled by the pillow she turned her head into. He stayed inside her as he licked her bite, his head turning to look at her face after the bite was cleaned.

Willow turned sighing as she pushed her hair from her face, looking at him and smiling. She didn't say anything, hoping that he could read her emotions without her saying the words. For some reason, he seemed to not want to talk. In his eyes, she read love. That was more than she had seen before. She wasn't sure if it had been there all along or if it was new. Either way, she couldn't ignore it. He loved her. She saw him smile, a smile of recognition and acceptance on his face as he kissed her again. He pulled his mouth from hers, laying his head against her chest as he settled in to sleep. She smiled softly, her fingers brushing his hair as she closed her eyes. He loved her. Sometimes there was so much more than words, she realized. He had shown her tonight how he felt, made her see how much she meant to him. She had seen in his face that he knew she loved him. She settled back against the pillow, Spike still buried inside her as they both drifted off to sleep.