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Willow felt something laying across her stomach. Her neck hurt. She opened her eyes and saw an arm. A very pale, cold arm. She followed the arm up to a chest. Past the chest to blue eyes that were looking at her in amusement.

"See something you like pet?"

"Uh...what happened?"

"You don't remember?" he asked, feigning hurt.

She felt a blush spread over her face. "Oh yeah....I meant, why are we still on the floor?"

"I didn't want to wake you. Besides, I enjoyed watching you sleep."

She felt his arousal pressed into her leg. "I can tell" she said, smiling.

"I want you, what can I say?" he said, moving his hand up to cup her breast.

Watching her expression he smiled. "You want me, too."

"I've never felt anything like this before. I feel like I'm burning up...."

"It gets better" he said, pinching her hard nipples between his fingers.

He enjoyed her response to him. No one had ever reacted so quickly to him. He liked to think that he was the only one she would be this way with. His own fire goddess.

"Promise?"

"Yeah" he moved his hand down her stomach and ran a finger along her wet slit. She arched up.

"We need to talk about this."

"Shhh....don't think. Just feel."

"I don't love you....hell, I don't even like you most of the time" Willow said, believing her words.

"Same here." He pushed a finger into her tight channel, watching her eyes glaze with passion.

"This isn't about love or like, pet....it's just a lust thing."

She moaned as he added another finger then another. She felt close.

"Just a lust thing...nothing more." she agreed right before she came, moaning his name.

* * * * *

Willow hurried to her dorm. She only had an hour until dusk. Spike would be waiting for her.

"Well, if it isn't the invisible girl."

"Buffy...not now."

"Don't tell me. You have to meet Mr. Tall Blond and Gorgeous and you don't have time to talk."

"Right" Willow said, smiling at her friend.

"If I didn't know better....I'd say someone's in love."

Willow frowned and shook her head in denial. "Nope. Just a lust thing. The sex is great."

"More details than I wanted. I don't believe you though. I know you. You wouldn't get this hype over just a sex thing. You like him." She said, smiling.

"Nope. I like what he does to me....what he does for me....HE never comes into it."

"Spike and Willow sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G....First comes lust then comes love then comes well, I can't think of a word that rhymes with love."

Willow glared at her friend. "Thanks for the support. If I remember correctly, you are the one that pushed me into this relationship. I am very fine with it. I tried basing a relationship on love. All it got me was lonely nights and a complex. Spike makes me feel alive....he makes me feel wanted....I like that feeling. Love has nothing to do with it."

"Uh huh.." Buffy said, nodding her head in agreement. "Tell me that in another month. Wills, you can't sleep with a guy, constantly, and not feel something. It's not in you. You might not admit it to yourself, but you do care about him. BUT, that's all I'll say. I expect to see tomorrow for lunch. I'm meeting Riley in twenty minutes and had better head out. Give Spike a great, big juicy kiss for me. Oh, and pinch that fine ass one time too....for me."

Willow just groaned as Buffy left. She had even less time to get there now. Buffy was crazy. It was just lust. Nothing more.

* * * * *

Willow opened one eye lazily. She felt something on her foot. She smiled when she saw Spike running his cold hands over her.

"Morning sunshine" he said, looking at her with desire. "Morning" she mumbled. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his tongue on her foot. She peered at him. "A bit frisky this morning aren't you?"

"Always luv." he winked before taking her toe in his mouth. She had never considered her feet an erogenous zone before. Of course, with Spike, everywhere was an erogenous zone.

She felt her breath quicken as he began to travel up her body, his tongue leaving no flesh unmarked. When she felt him near her core, she whimpered in anticipation.

He smiled. "Not yet luv. That would be too easy." He continued his journey, bypassing her wetness. She reached for his head when his mouth found her breast. She arched up against him, needing him.

"I love the way you respond" he said softly, his eyes watching her face as he slid a finger inside. "I can't believe I ever thought you were frigid. You are on fire."

"Only for you" she said, admitting the truth. No one else had ever caused this much passion in her. She thought of him all the time. She moaned as he added another finger.

He smiled possessively. '"I know. I do this to you. Do you want me?"

"Yes" she said, aching for him.

He moved his cock to her entrance. He kissed her deeply as he thrust inside. She dug her fingernails into his back. She needed him closer. He began a steady rhythm. His mouth on hers, his teeth nibbling her bottom lip. She felt herself falling. She cried out as she came, shaking from the intensity. He groaned her name as he, too, found release.

She felt him move the lock of hair away from her face. She looked at him and smiled.

"I'd love to wake you up that way every morning" he said, staying inside her.

"I'd never make it out of bed" she said, amusement in her voice.

"Alas, there we find the problem." He said, moving out of her and laying beside her. "Is today your Lit test?"

"Yep. Bad me...I didn't even study" she said, running her hand over his chest.

"What's the world coming to?" he said, smiling.

"I had better things to do" she said. "Ugh, I need to get up."

"You can always stay here" Spike said, capturing her hand in motion. If she kept that up, he'd have to take her again.

"Test. Remember? Besides, I have to meet Buffy for lunch." "Yeah" he agreed, letting her hand go. "Get dressed. Don't want you to miss that test." he said, swatting her ass as he stood. "I'll make some coffee."

Willow smiled. She watched him walk into the other room, his body uncovered. Reluctantly, she got up and dressed. She needed to go home and take a shower. She didn't understand why Buffy was so worried about her. She was doing just fine. A relationship based on lust seemed to be the way to go. No messy feelings or emotions to get in the way. Mutual satisfaction without the complications.

* * * * *

"Do you and Spike ever leave the bed?" Anya asked as she sipped her soda.

Willow felt herself blushing, "Well, not usually. Our relationship is purely physical....."

"Not usually?" Buffy asked, confused. She hadn't heard that they had ever actually done anything together besides the sex.

"Well, there is the shower...the floor...the kitchen table....and I'll shut up now." Willow said, her face flaming.

"I meant, have you ever even been out on a date?"

"No. Of course not."

"I don't understand you Wills." Buffy said. "I mean, I'm glad you found out that sex it great and all, but don't you want to go out and do things? I hate to see you used."

Willow rolled her eyes. "I'm the one using him. Actually, we are using each other. Satisfying a mutual desire without the messiness."

"Part of the fun is the messiness. Right now, you're like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman without the cash. I just never imagined you in that position."

"I'm not a whore." Willow said, hurt by what her friend had said.

"I know....I didn't mean that. I meant, it's just sex. Fine. I can accept that you made that choice. You should find someone then that is just companionship. Someone who wants to go out on actual dates. That will take you nice places and be a boyfriend. Keep Spike on the side for sex. But you're young. You need to enjoy life. And life is not just sex."

"I know" Willow said sighing. "I really do miss going to movies...going to the Bronze. The sex is fantastic but I almost wish that I had never discovered it. I am missing so much......"

"It isn't a crime to date one guy and fuck another. I see it on TV all the time." Anya said, trying to make Willow feel better.

"Anya, you watch trashy talk shows." Willow pointed out, smiling.

"What? I like the noise." Anya defended herself.

"I don't know. I just can't see myself keeping two guys straight."

"Let Riley fix you up. He had tons of gorgeous frat brothers that are very nice. If you don't like him, you can always chalk it up to experience and continue with your fling of wild, hot sex."

"Buffy...." Willow said, doubt in her eyes.

"What harm can it do?" Buffy asked. "Besides, aren't you always saying that your and Spike's relationship is just a lust thing?"

"Fine. I'll go out with Riley's choice. If I don't like him, though, I won't see him again."

"Good. I'll call Riley now." Buffy said.

Willow closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Why did she have a feeling that this would not work out very well.

* * * * *

Spike opened the door to see Willow standing there nervously. She looked beautiful. She was just wearing a pair of blue jeans and a baggy sweater, but she made him smile.

"You're early."

"Actually, I'm going to be late." She said.

"What?" he asked puzzled.

"I have a date in thirty minutes so I won't be here until later...ow." She said, as he gripped her arm. She looked into his furious eyes.

"A date? Didn't we already play this game Willow?" Spike said through clenched teeth.

She pulled her arm loose and rubbed it. "That hurt. I'm not playing a game. Why should I? This thing between us is just lust remember? So what if I want to find a guy who wants to be seen with me? Riley set me up. He says that Thom is very sweet. Now, I have to go. He's expecting me."

"If you leave, I don't want to see you again." He said, watching her.

She looked at him. "Why? I don't plan to have sex with him. What should it matter who I spend my time with as long as I'm here to fuck you when you want it."

"I don't share."

"I don't plan on fucking him so you won't have to. We aren't dating so that part won't be sharing. Now, I'll see you later."

He watched her as she walked away. He felt anger run through him at the idea of her with another guy. She was tricking him. She just wanted him to confess something that wasn't there. He grabbed his coat and locked his apartment. He'd follow her.....just to prove that it was a lie.

* * * * *

"Thom?" Willow asked biting her lower lip.

He smiled. "Willow. I'd know you anywhere. You're as beautiful as Riley said."

Willow felt herself smile back at him. He was a hunk. Dark hair, green eyes. She sat down. "I'm sorry I'm late. I walked over and it took me a bit longer that I thought it would."

"No problem. I haven't been here long. Nice to meet you Willow. I hope we can become good friends. I just moved to Sunnydale and don't really feel comfortable with most of my frat brothers. It would be nice to have someone female to hang out with. Would you like something to drink?"

"I hope we can become friends too. Just a soda. I had a bad experience with alcohol once." She said smiling.

She watched as he walked to the bar. She laughed softly when he flirted with the bartender. The male bartender. He was gay. She would have to kiss Riley when she saw him. She relaxed. She could handle this. This wasn't bad at all. It might even be fun.

* * * * *

Spike sat at the bar unnoticed by Willow and her date. He spat the last word out in his mind. She had been telling the truth. She had actually met some pretty boy for drinks. She was hanging all over him. He watched as the guy touched her again. He wanted to walk over there and rip his hand off for touching his Willow.

He was the only man allowed to touch her. She knew that. She was sitting there allowing that bastard to touch what was his. He drank another shot as he saw her laughing, her eyes full of happiness...her smile wide. She was beautiful. He fought the urge to go and take her on the table in front of everyone. Let them all know that she belonged to him. If that kid touched her arm again, he wouldn't be held responsible for his actions.

* * * * *

Willow laughed at something Thom had said. He was great. They had a lot in common. He was into history and computers. They likes the same movies and the same books. They even both enjoyed sappy romance movies. Riley had made a good choice.

"You know, I had a bad experience with alcohol once too. I went to Mexico with some friends and got smashed. I woke up with a tattoo and a hang over. Guess the 'drinking-no tattoo' rule isn't in effect down there."

"What was it?" she asked, smiling at his forlorn expression.

"Want to see?" he asked, winking.

"Sure."

He stood and held his shirt up. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the side. She leaned over and saw it. She started laughing. He had a flower on his lower abdomen.

"Bet you never live that one down." she said, starting to straighten up. She watched as Thom was jerked away, a fist hitting him in the face.

"What the hell. Spike! What are you doing here? Leave him alone."

Spike looked at her, his eyes cold. "I will not have you in here doing whatever it was you were doing. You are mine. I'll be the bloody laughing stock of Sunnydale if it gets out that my consort is fucking some kid too."

"He was showing me his tattoo" she said seething.

Spike snorted. "Is that what they're calling it these days? What was the problem Red? Had to see if it measure up to mine before you gave him a shot?" He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. "Nothing beats mine luv. Remember that." he kissed her roughly.

She jerked away from him. "Don't ever treat me like that again. Damn, Buffy was right. Pretty woman without the money. I'm a whore.....I'm a fucking whore...I'm your whore....No more. It stops tonight." she felt tears in her eyes but blinked them away. She pushed past him and helped Thom up. "Are you ok?"

"I take it that's the possessive lover?" Thom asked. "Riley warned me about him."

"Not anymore" Willow said, her voice determined. "It was just sex. I'm ready to move on to something a bit more meaningful. You interested?"

He smiled. "Always sweets. Let's get out of here before Blondie makes a scene."

"Thanks" she said softly, attempting a smile. He kissed her head.

"My pleasure. I like beautiful women." He put his arm around her and walked her out the door.

* * * * * Spike glared at them. "Her loss....she'll be back......She'll realize that she's not my whore, she's just my mate."

He went back to the bar and ordered another drink. She'd be back. She had to be.

* * * * *

"What the hell happened?" Buffy demanded as she laid on the bed.

"Spike hit Thom." Willow said softly. "I told him to stay away from me."

"He hit him? Didn't he know he was gay?"

"He didn't ask. Just smack, right in the floor."

Buffy smiled. "He was jealous. The damn fool was jealous of him. That is so funny."

"No it isn't." Willow said. "He made me feel like trash."

"What? What did that bastard do?"

Willow explained what he had done and said. Buffy almost smiled.

"Willow....he saw staking his claim."

"He made me feel like a whore. I didn't like it."

"You're more upset over that than about Thom aren't you?"

Willow sniffled. "Yes. I know that it was just sex and all, but I didn't want to have to face that truth in a fucking club for pete's sakes. I felt like what you said."

"Willow....he's a demon. Be glad he didn't take you on the table to show his ownership."

"He doesn't own me! We use each other. What should it matter if I go out with someone else? Especially someone that I have no intention on being with."

"I can't answer that. If I were you, I'd be wondering why he reacted that way if it was just a lust thing. He became territorial, Willow. You've read the books. I'd say that something was happening that you both are too oblivious to see."

"No. He was just trying to be smart. Thought he'd show me who the boss was. Well, I don't want to see him again. I will not think about him. I will not remember what he tastes like....I will not ....oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I want him even if he is a jerk. BUT I will not crawl back to him. Nope. Not this girl. I did the chasing the last time. It is not going to happen again."

Buffy watched Willow as she tried to convince herself that it was still sexual. To be so smart, the girl was an idiot sometimes. She just smiled as she closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to see who broke first.

* * * * *

"You two timing little slut."

"You crude jealous bastard."

"Jealous? Me? Of what? I can get any girl I want. Why should I care who you fuck?"

"Any girl as long as she's drunk or desperate."

"Well, we sure as hell know you weren't drunk, pet."

"I was desperate. I must have been to have had sex with you."

"You sure kept coming back for more for it have been such a disgusting experience."

"I never said it was disgusting. It was great. Everything they write about."

"It was better than great. I've been around a hundred years and some change. It was fucking unreal."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Doesn't matter now. It's over. I want more than just sex. I was willing to try to keep both of you straight..."

"I am not going to share you with some ken doll, pet. What's mine is mine."

"I told you, I AM NOT going to fuck Thom."

"Doesn't matter now does it pet? You made your choice. Now, live with it. He no good in bed is that it?"

"Fuck you."

"Not if you begged."

"Well, I sure as hell won't be doing that. I don't know why I even agreed to try to talk to you. You're too damn stubborn to listen to me."

"The slayer made you. Remember? She shut us in here and told us we couldn't come out until we played nice at these damn research sessions."

"BUFFY! Let me out"

"Got to run to you little pretty boy?"

"That is none of your business. Fucking me does not allow you to play a part in my personal life."

"What the hell? I AM your personal life pet. I'll be waiting when you come crawling back begging me to take you back into my bed....telling me that he doesn't make you cum the way I do...that you miss my touch...my lips....my cock...that you want me....that you were wrong to leave me......that you need me."

"So you can laugh in my face as you go off with one of your drunk sluts? No thanks. I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Wait, you don't have to worry about that do you?"

Spike saw the look of anger and stubbornness in her eyes. He fought the urge to take her right there on the floor. Instead, he kicked the door open, startling the slayer and her little friends.

"If you need me to fight, call me. Otherwise, I'm not here anymore." he said, scowling as he left.

Willow walked out of the room, her face flushed. "If you ever do anything like that again, I'm going to kill you."

"I thought talking might help" Buffy said, frowning. She watched as Willow came into the room. She collapsed on the couch, her eyes wide.

"Sorry...My fault. He doesn't want me anymore....I should have known it wouldn't last....guess the lust just faded."

Buffy exchanged a look with the others. They had heard the passion in Spike's voice...seen the stormy look in his eyes. Somehow, she didn't think it was over. There were still the fireworks...the explosions.....they were still too damn stubborn to admit they were both wrong. She sighed and put her arm around Willow's shoulder.

* * * * *

"You know what?"

Buffy looked at Willow. "What?"

"I've come to an understanding over the last few days."

Anya sat forward. "What?"

"I realized that Oz and I were like vanilla pudding. You know, looks ok...smooth, seems to be nice, though a little plain. But when you eat it, it doesn't go down right and just sits.....doesn't work."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Vanilla pudding?" Xander leaned forward thinking about pudding.

"Spike and I were like chunky jello."

Buffy wrinkled her nose. "Chunky jello?"

"You know, jello with all the fruit mixed into it? From the first glance, it is a big old mess. All those chunks and gooey stuff just clotted together. But, when you start to delve into it with your spoon, you find that it isn't nearly the mess you thought it was. It all blends together perfectly. It tastes sweet and you just want more."

Xander stood. "I'm hungry. Will be back."

Buffy looked at Willow and smiled. "Ok. You need to get out of this room. Too many commercials make Willow weird."

"Actually, I see her point." Anya said, thinking about it. "If you get rid of the fruit, you have a smooth pretty jelly like substance that taste good. She and Spike just never tried to get rid of the fruit."

Buffy had to laugh. "The fruit? That is no way to speak of Thom, Anya."

"Oh good grief." Anya muttered, "I didn't mean the queer boy."

"It works though. See?" Willow said, her eyes wide.

"Willow....call him and beg for forgiveness. I don't think I can handle anymore of your realizations. Yesterday, it was that you two were like peanut butter and bananas, something a bit off but still yummy. Stop with the food."

Willow looked hurt. "I know. I bored you all with Oz just last year. Now, I won't shut up about my mistakes with Spike. I'm surprised you haven't just killed me to put me out of my misery."

"Don't tempt me" Anya said, smiling to soften her words. "Love sucks. I've known that for a thousand years. It just gets worse."

Buffy reached for the bag of chips. "Thanks for that happy thought."

"My pleasure. Now, Willow, please shut up about the blond deadboy so I can hear the movie." Anya turned to the TV.

Buffy and Willow both glared at her before sticking their tongues out.

"I saw that" She said sweetly, not turning around.

* * * * *

Spike scowled at the laughing girls as they passed him. He should rip their throats out. It had been five days since he and Willow had fought....the last time. He didn't know why he was so mad at her. He had heard that she was seeing the damn human every night. Fine. He hoped she was happy. The two deserved each other. Her loss. He noticed a familiar face standing outside the dorm talking to another guy. Speak of the bastard and he shall appear.

Spike watched as Thom leaned forward and kissed the guy. He did a double take. The lousy wanker was two timing Willow, and with another guy. He stormed over to him, tapping his shoulder.

Thom watched Jerry leave. Willow had encouraged him to accept the date. She had told him that she could be miserable but he could not. He had had a good time. He still wished there was something he could to take away her pain. She loved that Spike guy, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. It was so obvious. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he ran into a fist. Deja vu.

"You bloody bastard. Leading Willow on while all along you're shagging that bloke on the side."

"Spike, isn't it?" Thom said, holding his face.

"I should kill you."

"Yes, well, I'd like to avoid that. Wait, why should you care? She was just sex for you. Who cares if I trick her?"

"You disgusting, no good mortal" Spike started to hit again.

"Wait. She knows." Thom said, not trusting the guy.

"What?"

"She's known all along that I'm gay. She told you at the club that she had no plans on sleeping with me. Remember that? Oh wait, you were too busy humiliating her to listen. Typical man."

"You're gay?"

"And she said you were bright...."

"That bitch. She let me believe...."

"Do not ever refer to my friend as a bitch. I might not be able to, but I will pay someone to make you bleed. She is the sweetest girl I've ever met. I must say though, meeting you, she appears to have rather bad taste in men."

Spike looked at him with narrow eyes. He didn't like the way this pup was talking to him. Didn't he know who he was dealing with?

"Spare me the hard looks. Help me up." Thom waited. "If you want Willow back, help me up."

Spike reached for his hand and pulled him up. "I don't want her back. Wouldn't take her if she begged me."

Thom rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's why you just beat me and threatened my life when you thought she was going to be hurt. Total lack of feelings on your part. Why is it you guys are so thick?"

"I don't like you" Spike said thinly.

"Well, good. I don't think you are near what Willow deserves either. BUT, she loves you for some odd reason and I want her to be happy."

Spike froze. "What?"

"She loves you....Duh. Like that isn't obvious to oh, anyone with eyes! Just as much as you love her, you ninny."

"I don't love her." Spike said.

"Sure thing blondie. You want her back?"

"No" Spike said staring at him.

"Ok, fine." Thom turned to go. He felt a hand on his arm. He turned back to see blue eyes looking at him surprised. He smiled. Maybe Willow wasn't too bad off. He was cute and he had a great ass. She could do worse. "Good. You finally came to your senses. Here's what we can do...."

* * * * *

"I saw your man last night" Thom said as he watched Willow's reaction.

Her fork froze in mid air. "Really? I wasn't aware that I had a man."

Thom snorted. "Yeah, right. Tell me another one."

Willow sighed and put her fork down. "What? I know you're dying to tell me something."

"He looked miserable" Thom said, whispering the last word.

"Really?" Willow said smiling.

"Yes. Pale, his hair was tousled...rather sexy but miserable."

"He must have been drunk" Willow decided.

"I think he misses you" Thom said taking a bite from his salad.

"I doubt it."

"Why won't you admit that you love him?"

"I don't. How could I love someone that treats me like a sex toy?"

"We always love the ones that are bad for us. You two work. I don't know how, but it's there."

"And you watch too many Meg Ryan movies. Sorry, Thom. I won't be meeting him at the Empire State building."

"I was thinking more of something like 9 1/2 weeks for you two with a happy ending. Or Wild Orchid. That was a suitable R rated flick to describe your relationship. Meg Ryan is too tame. No heat. Riley told me about you two. I'd definitely say steamy and sexy with love."

Willow felt her face turning red. "Whatever" she mumbled.

"Are you willing to lose him to your pride?" Thom asked seriously.

"I wish I could go and beg him to forgive me. But I can't. I played that part for so many years. I can't back down this time. It means too much. He was as wrong as I was. I just can't." Willow said, tears in her eyes.

Thom sighed. "Don't cry. It will all work out. Trust me."

* * * * *

"You need to apologize."

"I bloody well will not."

"Then you won't get her back."

"She can apologize. She's the one that went out with you."

"Spike, she can't apologize. Show that you're the bigger person. Show her that she means enough to you that you can apologize."

Spike snorted. "That psychology stuff doesn't work on me. The chit left me. She can beg. I'll take her back. Miss fighting with her. Miss shagging with her."

"Miss her?" Thom said, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up. You said you'd help if I didn't kill you. What have you done? I don't see her back in my bed?"

"I told you what to do. Is it my fault both of you are too stubborn to listen?"

"You get her back to me or I'll kill you." Spike said, his eyes glinting.

"Why did I have to move to Sunnydale? I was accepted to USC. LA. That would have been safer. But, no. I have to get mixed up with a damn vampire and his pathetic love life. Why me?"

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity" Spike said, smiling a bit.

"You'd drive anyone insane." Thom declared. He was trying to think of a way that he could get his friend back with her honey. The guy wasn't that bad, for a vampire.

"Keep thinking brainiac. But know this, I will not apologize. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Why don't you tell her that you love her?"

"I don't" Spike said, looking away.

"UGH!" Thom said standing. "You both drive me up the wall."

He turned to leave.

Spike watched. "Think of something."

"I will." Thom said, as he left. He had an urge to run and hide under his bed where no one could ask him to help them again.

* * * * *

Willow heard the knock on the dorm door. She answered it, surprised to see a dozen roses. She smiled and picked them up. She took them to her desk before reaching for the card.

"Who are those from?" Buffy asked, looking up from her textbook.

"They are addressed to me so who knows." Willow said opening the card.

"What's it say?"

"Willow - I was a jerk. Forgive me? Meet me by our bench at dusk. Forever yours"

"Wow. Are you going?"

Willow looked at Buffy. "Yes. I can't believe he sent me flowers. That is so not Spike."

"Well, maybe the idiot wised up." Buffy said, smiling at the happiness on her friend's face.

"It's about time." Willow said, sitting back down. Only five hours until dusk.

* * * * *

Spike heard the knock and scowled. It was still too damn early for company. He opened the door and glowered at no one. Startled, he glanced down and noticed a bag. He picked it up and carried it inside.

He looked inside. There were two bags of blood. He smiled as he reached for the card.

"Spike - I was stupid. Forgive me? Meet me at our bench at dusk. Forever yours"

She had apologized. No begging, but he could accept this. It meant he could get her back. Hid mind remembered what Thom had said. Did he love her? He didn't think he'd ever love anyone after Dru. Now, he wasn't so sure. He had missed her much more than he thought possible. It wasn't just the sex either. He'd missed her smile....missed seeing the fire in her eyes when she was mad....missed the sweet laugh that he was always able to bring out.....he couldn't love her. Could he?

* * * * *

Willow sat on the bench, her mind racing rapidly. He had apologized. That seemed so hard to believe, but she was thrilled. She knew that eventually would have worn down because she missed him. It wasn't the sex. She missed his stupid jokes....his dumb stories....his sexy smile...the wicked glint in his eyes when he watched her....the way he held her after they made love. Buffy was right. She had fallen in love with Spike over the last month. She had never seen it happen. She hadn't even realized it until she had lost him. Now, she would get him back. But, he didn't want love. He just wanted the sex. She had no idea where they would go from there.

Spike watched her from the shadows. He saw the look on her face. She was thinking. When she was in deep thought, her nose would squinch up just a bit and she would get a faraway look in her lovely green eyes. He wondered what she was thinking about. He hoped it was about him. He was glad that she had sent that apology. He hated the idea of having to apologize. He knew he would have if time had kept passing. He hated being away from her. Not waking up with her scent in his bed. Not having her with him. It had been a nightmare. But, it was over. They could move on and forget that any of this had ever happened. He left the shadows and started for her.

"Oh...there he is" Buffy said, whispering.

"Shhh." Thom said. He rolled his eyes. All of Willow's friends had insisted on seeing if his plan worked. He was rather proud that it had. It had hit him after he left Spike that night. Neither one would apologize, so he would do it for them. He had been sure that it would work. Both would assume the other had broken down finally. He was relieved. They could quit acting so glum.

"He's talking to her" Anya said excitedly.

"I hope he isn't thanking her for begging" Riley said dryly. He wasn't sure how long this cease fire would last, but he was praying to make it through a few months at least. He knew they were perfect together. Maybe Thom would make them see the light finally.

"Uh oh...he's taking her somewhere." Xander said, watching as Willow smiled at the blond vampire. His friend was in love with a demon. Hell, what could he say? His girlfriend was an ex-demon. Seeing the way Spike watched Willow, he had to smile. Who would have thought that Spike would fall for Willow?

"Anyone for pizza?" Buffy asked, standing once the two had left the park.

"Sounds good" The group headed to eat dinner.

* * * * *

Willow smiled as she unbuttoned her shirt. Spike was already nude, having discarded his clothing quickly. She moved slowly, wanting to make him wait. He growled and reached for her, his hands covering hers. He pulled, sending buttons flying around the room.

"I'll buy you another shirt luv." he said, removing it from her shoulders. She melted at the look of lust in his eyes. "I missed touching you" he said lowly, his hands running across her body. "I missed kissing you" his lips met her throat. He began to leisurely kiss his way down her body.

"I need you" Willow whispered. She liked taking it slow, but it had been too long.

"Yes dear" he said, pushing her to the bed. He entered her as his mouth claimed hers. She arched up, loving the feel of him in her. He tried to take it slow, but the familiar heat....the lost nights...it was too much. He moved quickly, his mouth not leaving hers.

Willow moved her hands down to cup his ass. She wanted him deeper. She cried out as he moved slightly, giving her the deepness she was after. She moved her mouth from his, screaming his name as she found her release. He said her name as he followed her. She tried to catch her breath, not releasing her grip on him. She hadn't had him in weeks. She wasn't about to let him go this soon.

He kissed her face, not wanting to get up. He watched her eyes as she looked at him. He was amazed. Thom was right. She did love him.

"I missed you" he said, finishing his earlier list.

"Me too. The roses were beautiful" she said, running her hand over his face. She saw the blank look in his eyes.

She sat up. "You didn't send them" she said.

Spike started to laugh. Willow and he said at the same time, "Thom."

"I rather like that bloke" Spike said, not leaving Willow.

"I can't believe him." Willow said, smiling.

"Why don't we not let him know we found him out?"

"I guess. Besides, we might need him again." Willow said, looking into Spike's eyes.

"No.....I doubt it."

"Spike. we fight. It's a factor of this relationship....it makes it exciting."

"We'll still fight luv. But I don't plan on letting you leave again. I didn't like how that felt."

"Really?" Willow asked, her heart racing.

"I don't like being away from those I love" Spike said, waiting to see her reaction.

Willow's smile lit the room. "You love me?"

Spike sighed. "Here I thought I was the old one. You're hearing go already?"

"I love you too" Willow said.

"I said it first" Spike said, kissing her throat.

"I knew it first" Willow said, running her hands over his back.

"I still beat you pet" he said, smiling mischievously.

"Did not"

"Did too"

"Did...." her words were caught by his lips. She sighed. She knew she had known it first. Why argue?

THE END