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Willow let herself into Giles' apartment. She was surprised that he wasn't waiting for her. She looked at her watch and sighed. She knew he said 7:00. The message on the machine had been garbled, but she had heard that distinctively. She set her magic supplies down on his couch. Maybe he was napping. She called out his name. No response. She wondered if she should just leave. Then, remembering all the trouble she had caused the day before, she decided she'd better stay. She still felt guilty for letting her emotions put her friends in danger.

She heard a noise coming from the bedroom. (Oh Goddess....he may be hurt.) She rushed to the door and swung it open.

"Giles?" She called, walking inside. She felt hands grab her arms.

"Shh...pet. Don't want me to kill the watcher now do you?"

She gulped. Spike was loose. Spike was loose and he had Giles somewhere.

"No" she squeaked.

"Good....see you got my message."

"Your message?"

She felt him stand behind her, pulling her body back to his. She tried to fight the wave of warmth that spread through her body.

"You owe me pet. Do you know I can still taste that damn slayer? I really don't mind you playing with your magic, but next time leave me out of it."

"I'm sorry. Can I go now?" She felt his hand on the back of her head. "Not that easy luv. Think about the trauma you put me through. I kissed my mortal enemy....Angelus's cast off. No, it will take much more than an I'm sorry."

"You can't kill me." She said defiantly.

She felt him chuckle against her throat. "Who said I wanted to kill you? I can think of more interesting things to do than that."

She gasped as his hand moved to her waist. She felt his hard erection against her back. She felt his cold lips on her neck.

"Spike...what are you doing?"

He laughed, "If you have to ask, I think we have bigger problems."

She felt her face flaming. "Let me go."

"No."

"I don't want you....I love Oz."

"I can smell your arousal pet. Forget about the wolf. He wasn't good enough for you. He isn't coming back. Deal with it. I've seen you watching me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I love Oz."

"Do you keep saying that for me or to remind yourself that you're supposed to?"

"You're.....you're confusing me. Quit that."

"Pet, I have your little watcher friend. I can do whatever I want. Have whatever I want. Right now, I want you."

She felt herself spun around. Her green eyes widened as she saw the lust in his blue eyes. Lust? For her? She watched wide eyed as he lowered his mouth to hers. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but he pulled her up, directly into contact with his hardness. She gasped involuntarily, and he took advantage of her weakness. His tongue claimed her mouth. She closed her eyes and all thought fled from her mind. She moaned into his mouth.

He started to walk her backwards to the bed. His hands all over her. She reached up and tore at his shirt. The buttons of the familiar red and black shirt flying all over Giles' room.

"I love that shirt, pet..." he said, amused at her actions.

"I'll buy you another one" she said, smiling tentatively up at him.

He groaned as she pulled his black t-shirt over his head. Her hot mouth soon all over his chest. He loved the warmth of her. He pushed down on the bed, removing her shirt as he pushed. Soon, his hot eyes were all over her body.

Willow felt her face flushing. No one had ever looked at her with such intensity. She watched as he reached down and claimed her breast with his mouth. She cried out as he licked her nipples. His mouth journeyed down her body until it got to the top of her jeans. He unfastened them and they soon joined her shirt on the floor. She felt his mouth on her center and thrust up. She felt herself growing dizzy. He knew just where to touch her....she felt his teeth rub across her clit as his finger slid inside. She cried out his name as she came, her juices coating his hand. He stood, his eyes glazed with passion. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off, his eyes never leaving hers.

Willow knew her eyes were wide as she saw him for the first time. He was like a God made of cold, marble. Perfect. She wondered if he'd fit. He made Oz look like a child. She felt a sudden relief. She had thought of Oz and nothing. He was her past. She realized that she was getting over him. Life did go on. She felt the bed dip as Spike covered her body with his. His mouth met hers again. She felt him rub the head of his cock against her wet slit. She whimpered as he entered her slowly. Too slowly. She arched up and felt him fill her completely. Dazed, she fell back on the pillow. He began to move slowly. She adjusted to his size and began to meet his thrusts. Soon, the tempo built. She felt herself coming again as he cried out her name and spilled himself inside her.

She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. That had been remarkable. She opened them to find him leaning on his elbow, watching her with that sexy smirk.

"Knew you wanted me" he said, cockily.

"Is this my punishment?" She asked.

"I never said it would be punishment luv. I said you owed me. Why couldn't you have wished yourself married to me? No, had to be that nasty slayer. I'd much rather have the taste of Willow in my mouth."

"Really?" she asked shyly, forgetting her nudeness.

"Damn straight. Only way I knew you were watching me was cause I was watching you. Forget about the wolf yet?"

She smiled, "Getting there."

He chuckled. He ran his hand over her body. "Let's see what we can do about that...." he kissed her again.

* * * * *

Buffy, Xander, Anya, and Giles entered the apartment.

"Do you think he was able to talk to her?" Buffy asked, her face doubtful.

"Well, it couldn't hurt. We all know we're tired of her moping. Maybe the whole I've been through this-my vampire lover dumped me and I lived thing will help. You know, they can bond over their misery" Xander said, smiling.

"Yes, what Xander said so eloquently." Giles said.

He was surprised to see Willow's purse on his couch with no sign of the witch.

"If he hurt her or tricked us, I give you permission to kill him, Buffy."

She smiled. "Really? I can? Great."

He noticed his bedroom door closed. He had left it open. He went to it and opened it, quickly shutting it again.

"Guys." He turned, his face red. "Spike's plan seemed to work, though I don't think he was completely honest about his intentions. I do believe she's over the moping though."

He sat on the couch and put his head in hands, "God, why did I have to regain my sight so soon?"

THE END