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Willow smiled as Spike grumbled. Giles just shook his head and walked to the kitchen. Spike had been at the Englishman's apartment for three months. Both of them were getting fed up with the arrangement. Since Spike still had his implant, he was still on their side. She knew that it was reluctantly, but he had helped them several times.

She had to admit to a small crush that she had started having on him. He was so sexy and nice. She'd been surprised by how much they had in common once she had gotten to know him....well, as much as he'd let any of them know him. He wasn't the most open, talkative guy, at least, not about himself.

She got up and followed Giles into the kitchen. "Why don't you let him leave?"

"Excuse me?" Giles looked up from his kettle.

"Spike. He can't hurt anyone. That was proven with me back in November. I don't think he'll go anywhere."

"Willow. Do you know what you're suggesting?"

"Some peace and quiet for you?" she said, smiling. "Admit it, you hate him being here."

"Well, it has been a nightmare I must say. But, I can't allow him out without someone watching him."

"Giles....he can't even bite anyone. I don't think we have to worry. He's unhappy. You're unhappy. Why can't you just make both of you happy? Besides, then we can have some of our meetings without his wise ass comments at everything Xander says."

"Yes, that would be nice. I have to say that it does sound like a good idea. I'll speak to him about it. See if he had somewhere to go. I would love to get my couch back. Oh, and he insists on sleeping nude. Makes me stay in my room most of the time. Horrid creature."

Willow's mind was still on the nude comment. She tried to shake that image from her mind. She couldn't tell Giles that the main reason she wanted Spike gone was so that her silly infatuation might fade without him around constantly.

In the living room, Spike smiled. The damn chit had convinced the watcher to let him go free. He never imagined the shy little redhead being his savior. He knew that if he had to endure the damn watcher's company much longer, he would willingly walk into the sun. He heard Willow walk back into the room. He looked at her, wondering why she was eager to have him out of the watcher's place. She glanced up, catching his eyes on her. She blushed slightly as she grabbed her bookbag.

"Bye Giles. I'll see you tonight. Research party." She said loud enough for him to hear.

Looking at Spike, she said softly, "Bye Spike."

Spike watched her leave, his eyes curious. Giles came into the room, smiling.

"Well, Spike, let's say we start looking for you a new place to live."

"You kicking me out Watcher?"

"I'm not an idiot. I know you had to hear everything we said. I must say, Willow had a marvelous idea. I can't wait to get my privacy back."

Spike snorted, "Like this has been a picnic for me? At least you got rid of the cuffs."

"I can always change my mind" Giles said threateningly.

"A nice apartment. Somewhere close. Sounds bloody marvelous" Spike said, standing and stretching.

* * * * *

Willow sat down in her American Lit class and pulled out her notebook. She usually loved her lit classes, but this one was different. This one had Marcy Malone, Sunnydale U's answer to Cordelia Chase. Willow had the misfortune of accidentally getting ink on Marcy's sweater soon after school had started. That had been all it had taken for the blonde girl to declare war. Willow was used to Cordelia's assault, so she ignored most of what Marcy said. But, there were times, she let the girl and her friends get to her. She always breathed a sigh of relief when the class was over.

"Your foot is on my chair" Marcy said, glaring at Willow.

Willow glanced down and saw both her feet under her own chair. She rolled her eyes. Seemed Marcy was raring to go.

"Excuse me ugly one. I believe I was speaking to you."

Willow looked at Marcy's brown eyes. "I'm not touching your chair Marcy. Just leave me alone."

Marcy sat down, still glaring at Willow. She smiled at her friend Brooke. "So, who are you taking to the Delta's party next week?"

Brooke smiled. "I don't know. Either Phil or Mark. Can't decide."

"I'm going with Tom." Terri said, turning to join the conversation.

Willow listened as the girl's chatted about the fraternity party. She wished the damn professor would get there already. She suddenly heard her name and started listening.

"Please, little miss virgin? Who'd date her?" Marcy said in disgust.

"What?" Terri said, not knowing what she'd said to piss Marcy off.

"Willow couldn't get laid if she paid." Marcy said smirking. "I mean, look at her. That gangly frame. Those clothes. That hair. That complexion. She couldn't get a blind man."

"I think she's rather pretty." Terri said softly. She thought the paleness paired with the bright green eyes and red hair was attractive. She knew that Marcy hated the girl for some reason. Sighing, she turned around wondering where the Prof was.

"Pretty? What-ever. No man will ever want her. Hell, she's never even dated anyone. My cousin went to Sunnydale High. He said she was a wallflower, hanging out with some bitch and a geek boy all the time. She's trash. Pure and simple. Complete waste of space."

Willow fought the tears back. She wouldn't let Marcy see that her comments stung. She felt relief when she heard the Professor begin his lecture. Marcy was right. She was unwanted.

Willow was thankful when the class ended. She got up and hurried outside. She missed seeing Marcy throw Brooke a triumphant look. The blonde had seen how her words had hurt the redhead. Terri just rolled her eyes and left. She wondered why she even hung around Marcy sometimes.

Willow finished her classes in a daze. She agreed with everything that Marcy had said. Often told herself the same things. It just hurt more coming from someone else. Especially that bitch. Willow truly despised that girl. Terri wasn't bad. She spoke to Willow on campus quite a bit. She just had terrible taste in friends. Willow decided to head to Giles' apartment early.

She smiled when she thought about how much happier the watcher had been the last month. Spike had found a nice apartment, about a mile from Giles and a few miles from campus. Both of the men were much easier to get along with. She still had her crush on Spike. His leaving didn't change that. In fact, it had almost made it worse. She now had the strong desire to walk by his apartment on her way back to the dorms. The problem being his apartment was in the opposite direction.

Giles was happy to see her and put her straight to work researching. She looked at the book, not really reading anything. Marcy's mean words still echoed through her mind. She barely nodded when Buffy and the others showed up. She didn't even notice Spike coming in griping about his neighbor.

Buffy saw Willow and knew something was wrong with her friend. She was too pre-occupied. She hadn't turned a page in ten minutes.

"Willow, would you help me in the kitchen?"

"What?" Willow looked at Buffy in surprise.

"Kitchen. You. Now." Buffy said, smiling, her eyes giving no room for discussion.

"Ok." Willow stood and looked at her friend curiously.

She shook her head as she went into the kitchen. Who knew what went through the slayer's mind.

Buffy followed Willow. Spike glanced around before moving to sit at the dining room table, right by the kitchen. He wanted to hear what had the little red head upset. He couldn't ask, but the slayer could.

"Ok. Spill it. What has you acting like someone killed your cat? Talk to me or so help me, I'll sit here until you do."

"Buffy" Willow said, rolling her eyes.

"Don't you Buffy me. I know when something is bothering you. What's wrong?"

Willow sat down and put her head on the small table. "It's stupid."

"Tell me."

"Do you know Marcy Malone?"

"Bitchy blonde, right?"

"That's her. Well, she sits in front of me in American Lit. She hates me. Treats me worse than Cordelia ever could imagine."

"Good grief. Why haven't you mentioned anything before?"

Willow laughed, "Why? I usually ignore her. Today, well, she was rather ruthless. I just couldn't ignore it as usual."

"What did she say?" Buffy demanded.

"You can't stake her, so calm down."

"I could hurt her a little. Couldn't I?"

"No. I'm being stupid, Buffy. Just drop it."

"What did she say?"

"She said that no man would ever want me. That I was trash and couldn't get a blind man to date me. I think she also said something about being a silly virgin and not being able to pay a man to take me."

"That bitch. I'll kill her."

"What she was true." Willow said softly.

"No it wasn't. You're beautiful. You just don't have any confidence."

"Oh yeah. I see the guys beating down my door. Better get a stick to keep them off" Willow said dryly.

"Will."

"Buffy, I'm cool with it. It just sort of hurt hearing someone speak my thoughts out loud. I'm over it. Talking about it made it leave my mind. See? I'm smiling."

"Why don't you come to the Bronze with Riley and me tomorrow. Get out and loosen up. Xander and Anya are meeting us there. It will be fun."

"Thrill a minute I'm sure." Willow saw Buffy's determined look.

"You won't let me leave until I agree will you?"

"Nope."

"Fine, I'll go party down with you guys."

"Good." Buffy smiled. "Now, let's research so we can get out of here early."

Spike turned his attention back to the book in front of him. It wouldn't do for them to see the violence in his eyes. If it weren't for this damn implant, he'd find that Marcy bitch and rip her open. He had heard the tone in Willow's voice. She was hurting. She also believed all that nonsense the girl had said. He smiled slowly. The Bronze, the slayer said. He suddenly knew how to repay his debt to Willow.

* * * * *

"Having fun?" Riley asked.

Willow looked at him and tried to smile. "Loads."

He shook his head and smiled, "Tell me that again where I'll believe you."

"Sorry. This wasn't my idea, trust me."

"Buffy" they both said together, then laughed.

"Did I hear my name?" The slayer asked, sitting down and placing drinks on the table.

"Must be your imagination." Willow said straight faced.

"Riley...." Buffy said warningly.

He shrugged, "We were discussing who's brilliant idea this loud music filled evening was. Your name came up."

"The party can begin because we are here." Xander said, taking a seat.

Anya looked at them apologetically, "Sorry. I've tried to change him. Just can't do it."

They all laughed as Xander sputtered.

"Isn't this fun?" Buffy said, taking a handful of tortilla chips.

Riley and Willow looked at each other then started laughing. Buffy looked puzzled.

"Sorry...private joke" Riley said winking at Willow. She rolled her eyes and took a sip from her soda.

"Well, well, well. I would have thought it past your curfew, Willow."

Willow froze and turned slowly to see Marcy, Terri, Brooke and their respected clan standing behind her. Buffy made a slight movement, gripping her glass tightly.

"Not for a few more hours" Willow said, staring the girl down.

"Meow. Backed by your nothing little friends you have claws. Why, I don't see anyone beside you. Imagine that. Poor little thing dateless, as usual."

"Sorry I'm late pet. Got held up. Pesky sun and all."

Marcy and her group along with Willow and her friends all turned and gawked at the man standing there. Spike was wearing his tightest black jeans and shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes. His trusty leather duster hung from his muscular shoulders. Before Willow or anyone else could say anything, he stepped forward and took her face in his large hand.

His eyes softened as they looked at her, "Forgive me?" he asked sensuously before taking her mouth with his.

Willow fought the impulse to pull away from him. Instead, she gave into the moment, leaning towards him slightly. She felt his tongue outline her lips and sighed softly. He took advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he moved between her legs. She felt the leather of his coat against her bare knees. She moved her arms around his head, running her fingers through the blond locks.

Buffy wasn't sure what to do. Spike was practically eating Willow in front of them. She should be pulling him away and staking his skinny ass. But, she saw the expression on Marcy's face and didn't. The girl's mouth was hanging open unattractively. She was in total shock. Almost as much as Xander and the others. Buffy briefly had another doubt about allowing that kiss to continue, but she trusted Willow.

Willow gasped as Spike moved his hands around to cup her ass. He moved her forward on the stool, bringing her in direct contact with his hardening bulge. She moved her slim legs around his denim clad ones, holding him in place as the searing kiss continued.

Terri almost laughed at the expression on Marcy's face. She looked at Willow and her man. The guy was gorgeous. Tall, blond, muscular, great cheekbones, nice ass, plus that killer accent. Here Marcy was saying that no man would want Willow. Hell, she had a better man than any of them. Terri took one last glance at that nice ass before turning and walking to their table in the corner. She thought it time for them to move on.

Willow felt Spike's hand on her stomach and her mind sent a red flag. She was in a public place. Hell, Buffy was right behind her. She was not going to let whatever game he was playing turn into something embarrassing. She pulled away and looked at him, unaware of the desire in her eyes.

Spike took in her mussed hair, the swollen lips, the tangled skirt. He was hard. He hadn't counted on the chemistry that had flared between them. He figured he'd come in, let her be seen with him, leave. Maybe a nice peck or two for appearances sake. He'd not thought the small girl would pack such a wallop.

"Dance with me pet" he said huskily.

He couldn't walk away from her. The damn jeans were so tight everyone would see exactly what he thought of her.

"Spike" she said hesitantly, unaccustomed to seeing lust in a man's eyes.

She saw Marcy watching out of the corner of her eyes. Damn bitch. Let her think Spike's mine.

"Sure. Something slow."

"All the better to hold you, luv." He said seeing the mischief in her eyes.

He played his part as he pushed past the bitch called Marcy, knocking her into a table.

"Sorry."

Marcy watched them move to the dance floor. She motioned to Brooke and they went to join Terri and the others at their table. Her eyes stayed on the red and blond heads on the floor. She could have sworn that the girl was pure. It sure didn't look that way anymore. Man, her guy was a hottie. Marcy briefly wondered if she could steal him away. But, she saw the look in those blue eyes and decided not to risk it. It appeared that he was in love with Willow, of all people. She sat down and watched them dance.

* * * * *

Willow danced with Spike. She was shocked to fill his erection against her stomach. Had she done that? Just by kissing him? She felt her face flush at the implication. Spike couldn't want her.

"That bitch is still watching" he said softly, his lips by her ear.

She started, surprised to feel him so close. "Who?"

"That Marcy girl. Isn't she the one you told the slayer about?"

Willow pulled back and looked at him, keeping up their slow movements. "How did you know that?"

He rolled his eyes. "Pet, I'm a vampire. Super dooper hearing and all that jazz. One of the perks to being a blood sucker. I heard you two talking last night."

"That's what this is."

"Huh?"

"You felt the need to save me. Why? You don't even like any of us."

He lowered his voice, pulling her in tight against him. "Oh, I like you pet. Can't you feel? What do you say we give that bitch a real show?"

"I need to sit down." Willow said softly.

"Scared?" he taunted.

Her eyes sparked. "Fine. A show. It will serve her right. Maybe she'll leave me alone. What do you have in mind, Fang?"

"Must you call me that?"

"Do you prefer Deadboy?"

"Fang it is. Just follow my lead. Don't protest or it won't work. You game?"

"I can take anything you can dish out, PET" she hissed the last word.

It wasn't bad enough fending off Marcy's attack. Now Spike was messing with her.

He twirled around to the darkest corner of the Bronze. He scanned the room and saw that Marcy was the only one still watching them. The slayer and the others had gone back to their conversations. Good. He would get to relieve his growing desire plus he'd help repay the little chit.

Willow gasped as Spike pushed her against the wall. The darkness of the corner enveloped them. No one would really notice them unless they were deliberately looking. Spike moved his hands up underneath Willow's shirt. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing the bra up and freeing them. She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth on her neck. His kisses light and soft.

Spike grinned against her at her response. He knew that she would be passionate. He'd seen it flash in her eyes before. He moved his free hand down and pushed her skirt up. This wasn't about love or softness. It was about need. He needed to sink himself deep inside her. He knew that it would have to wait though. Instead, he kneeled at her feet, his blond head going underneath her skirt.

Willow hit her head on the wall as Spike ripped her panties off. She felt his tongue on her and gasped softly. She bit her lip as she watched the people dance. No one knew they were there. She couldn't believe her first sexual experience was happening in the corner of the Bronze with Spike, of all people. She felt his fingers slide into her tight opening and cried out softly.

He began to thrust them inside her, his tongue lapping at her clit. She closed her eyes and gave into the feelings. She felt her stomach tighten and she moaned loudly. Several of the dancers heard and looked around. They watched as she came against Spike's face. He moved out from under her long skirt, standing up and meeting her mouth in a long kiss.

She tasted her juices on him, opening her eyes. She was barely able to stand, his arm holding her up. She distantly heard applause and looked over his shoulder, her face turning red. Most of the people in the club had found their hiding place, watching as she had come.

Spike smiled at her, kissing her again, making her forget the clapping and the stares. Marcy just shook her head. She'd been wrong about Willow, she could see that now. My God, the girl had just been eaten out by that gorgeous hunk in front of about two dozen people.

Buffy heard the clapping and whistling. She looked around and saw Spike and Willow kissing against the wall. She saw the way Willow's skirt was riding up. What the hell had she missed?

* * * * *

"Spike....I need to breathe."

"Oh, forgot pet. Sorry." Spike pulled away, his erection throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there against the wall. Unfortunately, people knew that they were there now. He smiled. So, she was a screamer. He'd have to remember that. Hell, it would surely piss his neighbor off.

"What just happened?"

"We played a little game. Your little friend got to see how desirable you are. She should leave you alone now luv."

Willow felt his hardness against her. She noticed that most of the people were ignoring them now that the show was over. She had a brief impulse and decided to go with it. She moved him towards the chair that was sitting by them. She pushed him into it.

"She's still watching. I think we need to begin round two." Willow said, looking him over and licking her lips.

Spike felt his dick harden even more. The lust in her eyes. She couldn't possibly be thinking what he thought she was thinking. He watched amazed as she knelt in front of him. She was.

Willow felt a tinge of fear go through her. Hell, what was she worried about? Everyone already thought she was a slut. Why not go the whole nine yards. She unzipped his jeans, freeing his large cock. Her eyes widened at her first sight of one. It was thick and long, the tip glistening with wetness. She ran her finger over that milky substance and brought it to her mouth. She heard Spike groan deep in his throat as she sucked her fingers into her mouth.

She closed her eyes enjoying his flavor. She moved quickly, her mouth taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She was playing this by ear, having never done it before. She hoped she could give him the same pleasure he'd given her.

Spike fought for control as her warm, wet mouth touched him. He almost shot his load at the first contact. His hands gripped the side of the table behind him, his knuckles white, as she began to slowly lick his length. He knew she wouldn't be able take all of him. He was surprised she was able to get as much as she did down her throat. He felt her throat muscles tighten as she began to bob her head. He moved one and entwined it in her red mass of silky hair. He began to guide her as he thrust into her mouth. S oon, he closed his eyes and grunted as he shot his load.

Willow swallowed as much as she could. It didn't seem like it would ever end. She finally removed her mouth, tucking his limp cock back into his jeans. She zipped him, surprised to feel his tongue licking the seed from her chin. She saw the glazed look in his eyes and smiled. She'd done well. She looked behind him and shot a triumphant smile at Marcy who turned red. Willow again kissed Spike deeply, forgetting about that blond bitch.

"We need to leave luv" Spike said hoarsely.

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"If this continues to where I think it will, we don't need an audience watching."

"Oh" Willow's face flamed. "I'll tell Buffy you're going to walk me back to the dorm."

He grabbed her and kissed her, tasting himself on her.

"Be fast. I'll pull myself together and wait outside."

"Ok. I'll hurry." Willow stood, wiping her mouth just in case they'd missed something.

She walked with her head held high, past the speculative stares.

"Buffy, I'm leaving now."

Buffy looked at Willow, her eyes sweeping over the girl.

A suspicion was at the back of her mind. "With who?"

"Spike" Willow said softly, her face red.

She felt as though she had a neon sign on her saying Wanton Woman.

"Are you going back to the dorm?"

"Geez, Buff. Are you her new mom?"

"Stay out of this Xander." Buffy said, her eyes on Willow.

"I'm sure I'll end up at the dorm. I don't think he plans to take me somewhere and kill me if that's what you're thinking."

"Killing isn't what crossed my mind." Buffy said smiling slightly.

"Good grief. Willow isn't about to go fuck the popsicle." Xander said in disgust.

"Stay out of this" Willow said sharply, surprising them all.

"Willow" Buffy said, surprised.

"What? I can go fuck him if I want to. I can not fuck him too. I'm a damn adult. It's my body."

"But, he's Spike." Buffy pointed out.

"He's a hottie. Besides, didn't any of you see their little show in the corner? Made me hot and I didn't even have a good seat." Anya said, taking a sip of her drink.

"Show?" Buffy and Xander asked at the same time.

Willow saw them look at Anya. She decided to make a run for it. She took off moving quickly. She didn't want Spike to change his mind.

"He was underneath her skirt. Trust me, it wasn't looking for a contact. Next thing I know, he's sitting and no Willow in sight until she finally stands wiping her mouth. Oral sex. One of the great pleasures in life." Anya said, sitting back.

"No way. Not Willow. Not here of all places."

Anya's eyes snapped with anger, "Do you think I'm lying? Ask any of the people on the dance floor. Why do you think they were clapping? Little miss innocent had a nice orgasm in front of them all. She's probably going home with him so they can fuck in privacy."

"Willow" Buffy turned and saw that her friend had left.

She looked back at Anya, "Damn....and I missed all that?"

Willow finally made her way through the crowd and out the door. She looked around for Spike. He wasn't there. Frowning, she went to the side of the Bronze and peered into the alley. No Spike. She sighed when she realized that he had left without her.

He hadn't wanted her. She supposed that he got caught up in the moment while they were dancing. It had been awhile since he had had a woman. She was merely a stand in. She shouldn't be surprised. She knew she wasn't the type to attract someone like him. She was just Willow. She couldn't face Buffy and the others, not after how she'd acted. She started off walking back to the dorms.

Spike watched her go, wondering why he wasn't with her. Remembering the slayer, he knew. He'd forgotten who he was with for a few fabulous moments. She had ceased to be the slayer's friend. Upon entering the chilly night air, he was reminded of the slayer and the stake she usually carried around. He couldn't have Willow, not when he couldn't properly defend himself. Maybe when the implant was reversed he could take her. Until then, he'd have to be content with following her home to make sure she was safe.

He was surprised when she headed in the opposite direction of the school. He saw his apartment building and grinned. The little chit watched his place? He started to move towards her, intent on finishing what they had started. An image of Buffy and a stake flashed before his eyes and he settled back in the shadows.

Another reason why he hoped they reversed his condition soon. He decided that this one would stay between himself and his mind. No need to give the slayer any reasons not to help him. He continued to follow Willow until she entered the dorm. When he saw her silhouette in the window, he turned and walked back to his place.

* * * * *

Willow sat down and put her head in her hands. She rubbed her temples, trying to ease her terrible headache. She still had no idea what had happened to Spike the night before. She had arrived back at the dorm before Buffy. She had feigned sleep when her friend came in.

This morning, she'd gotten up early and left, not wanting to answer any questions her friend had. Now, she was in American Lit. She was not in the mood to see Marcy's smug face at all. She wanted to know what had made Spike leave.

"You look fresh as a daisy." The words were spoken with amusement.

Willow sighed and ignored the girl.

"I'd think you'd be too sore to walk, much less be so energetic."

"Just shut up Marcy."

"Uh oh...someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I must say you surprised me Willow. Keeping that hunk hidden away. And that little show? My my....people are still talking about it."

"Yay me" Willow muttered.

"I must insist that you and your man come to the Delta party. Consider this an olive branch from me to you."

"I don't think so" Willow said, looking at Marcy.

"Why not?"

Willow couldn't think of a feasible reason other than her hatred for the bitch. Somehow she knew refusal would just make things worse. It would make Marcy suspicious.

"Fine, I'll talk to Spike. We might make an appearance."

"Good." Marcy turned around as the professor began his lecture.

"Yippee!" Willow said softly, wondering how she'd convince Spike to go to a college party, especially when he didn't even want to be with her.

* * * * *

Spike opened his door, surprised to see Willow standing on his doorstep. After the evening before he'd have sworn she'd avoid him.

"Can I come in?" She asked softly, not meeting his gaze.

"Of course" he shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

He moved to the side allowing her entrance to his apartment. He shut the door and looked at her expectantly.

"I'm sure I'm the last person you want to see right now."

"Why would you think that?" he asked cautiously.

She looked up, her eyes hurt. "You couldn't get away fast enough last night."

"Red..."

"It doesn't matter." She said before he could give her some silly excuse. "I need a favor."

"A favor?" he repeated, sitting down. His blue eyes watched her warily.

She nodded. "Marcy invited me to a party. Us to a party. I couldn't say no because she'd know that last night was just an act."

He smiled slightly, "You want me to go out to a party with you?"

"We only have to be seen by her. Maybe fifteen minutes tops."

"I don't know" Spike said, trying to hide his grin. "Me and a bunch of college idiots? Not my cup of tea pet."

"Please."

"Just not sure......"

"Spike, I wouldn't ask if there was any other way. You started this last night with your 'helping'. You owe me."

He laughed, "How do you figure that luv?"

"All day people were staring at me. It seemed that everyone knew about our little show last night. It was mortifying."

He frowned, "Did anyone say anything?"

She shook her head. "It was scary. It was almost like they respected me because I'd acted like a slut. That's beside the point though. Will you help me?"

"If I must." He finally relented. "I'll give you ten minutes. If the bitch doesn't see us by then, oh well."

Willow let out her held in breath. "Thank you. I'll find out the details and get back to you."

He watched her leave and groaned. "Becoming just like the poof. Those big eyes beg and you relent. Damn moron."

* * * * *

The feel of silk was cold underneath her heated skin. She ran her hands lightly over the surface enjoying the feel of it on her body. She had just bought the sheets on impulse. Now, she was glad that she had made the purchase. She glanced at Buffy's bed. Her friend was spending the evening with her mother. They were bonding over sappy movies and ice cream.

She hadn't had a lecture from Buffy about her behaviour with Spike. That surprised her a lot. Usually, Buffy was right in the middle of things being nosy. Not this time. Willow supposed that her friend knew she had come directly home from the Bronze that night and thought it better not to ask questions.

The party was less than a week away. Since the Bronze those days ago, she hadn't been alone with Spike. She had caught him watching her though. It was rather unnerving to see that lusty look in his eyes when she was trying to research. She honestly didn't know what game he was playing at. She was getting tired of the hot/cold treatment though.

She heard a knock and reluctantly stood. She opened the door, surprised to see Spike.

"What is it? What happened?" She asked, worry in her voice.

He moved into the room, slamming the door. His mouth met hers as he began to strip them both.

"I tried. I really did. I can't do it though. Slayer be damned, I have to have you."

Before she could comment on his cryptic words, she was pushed against her new silk sheets. He moved over her, his eyes dark with need. She felt his hard cock against her virgin passage. She pinched her arm, crying out at the feel of pain. This was real. She wasn't dreaming.

Spike again caught her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth as he entered her tight passage. He knew that she was a virgin so he move slowly, giving her time to adjust. He felt her teeth on his tongue and plunged deeper, breaking through her barrier. She pulled away, screaming at the pain and pleasure that went through her body.

He scattered kisses over her face as he began to move. Soon, the pain was forgotten as she met each of his thrusts.He felt her muscles tighten around him as she yelled his name. He sank in deep, sending his seed into her. He put his head on her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasms.

Willow looked at him, passion and confusion in her gaze. "Why?"

"I couldn't stay away." he said softly, looking at her face.

"Oh....you wanted me?"

He laughed. "Look at us pet. What do you think?"

She blushed slightly then smiled. "Buffy won't be back until tomorrow night."

"That's why I am here, luv. I don't fancy an audience this time."

* * * * *

Willow walked beside Spike, her head on his chest, his arm around her shoulders. It had been five days since they had made love. They could both admit now that there were some emotions involved in this. The gang had been accepting. Though Xander hated their PDA's as he called them. He would often tell them to get a room.

They couldn't keep their hands off each other. It wasn't just sexual. They often would sit and hold hands while watching TV. Or just lean against each other as they walked. Willow loved waking up in his arms. The sex was sensational too. But it wasn't the only basis of their relationship.

They were on the way to the damn party now. Already had plans for what they would do later. Dinner and movie. They were meeting Buffy and Riley for a double date. Spike wasn't entirely happy about that, but for Willow he would make the sacrifice.

Spike heard the music down the street. He watched as kids swarmed around the house, drinks in their hands.

"You owe me for this pet"

Willow laughed, "I think I've made it up to you the last few nights."

"Nah, that wasn't the deal. I better get repayment or I might be tempted to break the bitch's neck."

"Spike!"

"What? She didn't appear very human to me. I'm sure I could live through the slight headache...."

"Fine, I owe you. Happy now?"

He smiled, "I'll be happy when I collect, luv. Let's get this torture over with."

* * * * *

Willow looked around the party and wondered again why she was there. She hated Marcy. Why did she care if the girl was trying to be friendly? She felt Spike's hand on her waist and smiled. At least she was no longer alone. She did owe Marcy that much. If it hadn't been for her, she'd just still have an unrequited crush.

Spike noticed the empty corner behind the stairs. He smiled suddenly. He began to ease Willow over to it, a plan forming in his mind. He moved her against the wall, his mouth on hers.

Willow groaned softly when she felt his erection against her. She didn't know what it was about an audience that made him so hot. Must be a vampire thing. She didn't mind. After his careful attention, she no longer had doubts about herself. She knew that he loved her just like she was. That wasn't to say that she would go fuck him in the middle of the room. She wasn't that liberated yet. A nice dark corner though? That seemed to be their special place.

She felt him push her skirt up. She was glad that she hadn't worn panties. It made things easier. She wondered if they could this without getting caught. The feeling of danger heightened her excitement. She was ready for him. She heard his zipper as he moved his hands under her ass. He pushed her up, her legs going around his waist. The long leather duster provided them with cover so that no one could see her naked lower half.

She felt him enter her and bit into his shoulder. The taste of old leather filled her mouth. She moved against him, eager for release. It wasn't that long for either of them. In less then two dozen strokes, they both came with a whimper. Spike kissed her deeply then smiled.

"Consider the debt repaid."

"You're impossible" she hissed back at him, standing up and smoothing out her skirt.

She glanced around, glad that no one had seen them.

She smiled, "I love you anyway though."

"Can we leave now?" he begged.

"That eager to see Buffy?"

He rolled his eyes, "Thankful she didn't stake me, though a double date with her and the pup might be worse."

"Come on, my knight in the leather duster."

He smirked, "Think I saved you huh?"

"I know you saved me....from myself and my own fears. Come on. Let's go."

They left the party, unaware that Marcy was watching them. She glanced at the corner then back at them. She shook her head and laughed. Whatever hormone those two had, s he wanted some of it. She knew that she would no longer be able to tease the girl. Oh well, she'd pick someone else to torment. Maybe that guy in her Biology class. He was always breathing so hard....

THE END