EMail: SpikesChilde03@acmecity.com
Title: Do this in Rememberance (part 2 of the Morning After Series)
Rating: PG-13 to 16
Spoilers: probably a bit of season 4
Distribution: My site, anyone else just ask me...
Feedback: Yes, please! I want you guys to help me decide where this is going. I'm kinda going through a dry spell of ideas right now! Suggestions? send them to me!
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Willow awoke feeling strangely satiated. She stretched and thanked the Goddess for such stamina.
She grabbed a towel and a change of clothes, quickly stealing a glance at the clock on the night stand. <11:30?!? How could I have slept the whole day away?!?> She looked warily at Buffy's bed.
"Buffy!" Willow yelped.
"That's me. Listen, Wills, I just came from Riley's because Giles called us for our help," Buffy paused, "Major research, he said. Some new baddie or something I'm sure."
"Oh, okay, is that all, cause I was going to take a shower first. Are you heading over to Giles' now?"
"Yeah, Riley's waiting downstairs. I just stopped here first to see if you were ok."
"Huh?"
"You weren't in class today. I just wondered if you were sick or something."
"Oh, I , uh, had a headache," Willow lied. She hated lying to Buffy, but she wasn't going to let Buffy kill Spike, either.
"Oh, I hope you feel better, Will. Do you want me and Riley to wait for you?"
"Umm, no, that's okay. I'll be fine. Have you called Xander yet?" Willow asked.
"No, again, on the way to Giles'. Riley and I were going to stop there next."
"I'll call him after I get out of the shower. He'll give me a ride to Giles'."
"Are you sure, cause we could wait."
"No, it's ok."
"Okay. See you later," Buffy said, lightly touching Willow's arm.
"Bye, Buffy." Willow shut the door, and breathed a sigh of relief. The sigh released some of the tension she had felt during the conversation with Buffy. The small witch was decidedly glad that Buffy hadn't wanted to come in to their room.
"Big pile of dust, indeed," a deep breathy voice whispered in her ear. She jumped and nearly lost her balance. Spike's arm flew to her waist and held her up. She threw her arms around his neck. Before she could thank him for catching her, his lips crashed down on hers. She could feel his tounge against her lips, silently begging enterance. Willow had never known a kiss so sensual. All of Spike's kisses were like this: powerful, yet loving, forceful, but gentle. She reluctantly pulled her face from Spike's.
"Spike," she breathed.
"Now," she stated with a clearer mind, "yes, that was Buffy. She said that Giles needs our help researching something."
Spike pulled on his boxers and jeans, pretending not to notice Willow noticing him. then a startling thought hit him
She was breathtaking, if he had had the breath to give. Her slender shoulders gave way to her small frame encasing small, pert breasts, a flat stomach, and easing into curvy hips.
Spike could barely control himself. He knew in that moment that he had fallen head over heels for the red-headed witch.
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