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"Spike, you're impossible" Willow said, laughing as she touched his arm.

"Am I wrong?" he asked, talking into her ear. He let his lips brush against her face, enjoying the brief contact.

"No. But still. Be nice." She said, ignoring the heat that spread through her at his casual touch. She looked up, seeing Buffy giving her a knowing smirk. She frowned, wondering what that was about.

"I'm always nice luv. You just won't let me show you how nice I can be" Spike said, keeping his tone light and flirting as his eyes raked over her body.

"Willow, can I see you a moment?" Buffy asked, a smile on her face as Xander and Anya watched the show.

"Sure." Willow stood and followed Buffy into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Right now I'd say Spike." Buffy said, grinning. "Girl, why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Willow asked, taking an apple from the counter.

"About you and Spike. Did you really think I'd stake him or something?" Buffy asked, hurt that her friend might have thought that.

"Me and Spike? What about us?" Willow asked, taking a bite of her apple.

"Come on. This is me Willow. I can see it. Hell, everyone around is talking about it. How long have you two been fucking?"

Willow spit the apple out, choking slightly. "What?"

"You and Spike. You're having sex. Oh, sorry. Did you want to keep it a secret or something? Cause, it is sort of blatant to anyone around...the fireworks that go off when you two touch...those sly glances he gives you...the lust in his eyes. Am I butting my nose in?"

"No...you're wrong." Willow said. "Oh, this is a joke right? Ha ha. Real funny."

Buffy watched Willow go back into the living room. She sighed wondering what her friend was talking about. Fine. If Willow wanted to remain silent about it, she couldn't force her to talk. She headed back into the room, her eyes watching her friend and the vampire that loved her.

"What's wrong?" Spike asked. He had noticed her change in behavior after the slayer had spoken to her. She was nervous as a cat.

"Nothing" Willow said, her mind still dwelling on what Buffy had said. Did he want her? She knew she had a crush on him. Had for the last few months...since he had helped her get over Oz. Could he possibly feel the same way?

"What did the daft bimbo say to you, pet?" Spike asked, turning her to face him on the sidewalk.

"It was nothing. Just something silly." Willow wouldn't look in his eyes afraid that he would see her love.

"I could use a laugh" he said dryly. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me what has you in a tizzy."

"She thinks we're having sex!" Willow said, sighing. "Seems everyone thinks that."

Spike let her go. "That disgusts you. Them linking you to my bed."

Willow heard the hurt in his voice and looked at him wide eyed. "Never. It's just uh...awkward."

"Be honest luv. You don't want people thinking you're shagging a killer."

"Spike. I fucked Oz. He was a killer. Been there done that. Yesterday's news. I just didn't want you to be embarrassed by what they were thinking."

"Me?" Spike said, looking at her. He suddenly saw the nervous way she was looking at anything but him. A slow smile crossed his handsome face. "You want to shag me...that's the problem."

"What?" Willow looked at him in surprise. Her face flushed under his perusal.

"They're talking, you say?" he whispered, moving closer to her. He brought her face up to his. He kissed her, his tongue slipping past her shocked mouth. He moaned and pulled her closer. Pulling away, he smiled at her.

"Yeah" she said softly, her arousal evident. She chuckled, remembering a song Xander used to play. "Why don't we give them something to talk about?"

Spike laughed, "Just what I was thinking, luv." He kissed her again, his hands holding her close.