This one has a few naughty implications but nothing too bad, at least I
don't think so. Enjoy.
*Wondering*
Isabel was driving and Willow was seated next to her, Spike was in the back seat studying Willow.
Had he been right, had she been jealous? He couldn't be sure, he could never be completely sure with her, she always had so many things running through her head. That her eyes only seem to show a small portion and most of the time the most important feeling or thought was right at the back behind all of the things she was using to hide it. He had only seen two other people who noticed that little point, Xander and for some insane reason the girl driving the car. It had taken him months to work that out about the witch but it had only taken Isabel a day to see it, was that women's intuition or was it rather that she had the same habit, hiding behind a barrier of different things. This thought brought him back to the night before, had she walked out because she was annoyed at Thomas or had Thomas provoked her in order for it to be easier for her to leave and him to follow. And if that was the case what had they done? Thomas somehow seemed oblivious to the fact that he was in love with Isabel and vice versa, but at the same time he seemed overly aware of their connection. If the latter were true then it was possible that it was an outside force that kept them apart. Did their mutual ignorance show that maybe they had faced it and decided to pretend there was nothing between them. It wasn't working, that was extremely obvious from the way that they rarely sat together, proximity seemed to be a problem. Like tonight when they had moved away so quickly, that had in fact been the only time he had seen them sit together it was strange that she had deliberately sat there when the previous morning she had deliberately sat away from him. Tonight it was definitely about protecting what was her's, even if she couldn't have him she wasn't about to let someone else have him, she had obviously missed the fact that Thomas was almost completely unresponsive to Stacey. They rarely seemed to talk either, and even when they did they only said what need be, except if they were alone like last night. They had been talking quite freely with each other and whatever it had been it seemed to take their minds off of whatever was between them. Until of course he had knocked them over and the way that they had jumped off each other would have been strange, with old friends you simply would joke around and laugh it off. However they had jumped off of each other like they were being burned, Spike knew why, with someone that you can't have a simple touch can be deadly to your entire body. Even from his outsider's point of view he could see that they had some secret that wasn't of the everyday kind, and whatever it was it had something to do with the friction that was between them. He was certain he was right about their relationship, the only thing he didn't know was what the secret was.
When he looked out the window he saw that they were back at the camp, he got out of the car and began to walk behind the girls, Isabel walked into the kitchen but Willow continued on towards the dorm. Spike caught up with her and whispered, "Come with me."
Willow followed him but internally she was fuming, how dare he just pull me like that, and yet she still didn't resist. I saw him in the car, all thinky, he was probably wondering just how many different ways that Melissa could pleasure him, more than me that's for sure. Willow slumped her shoulders at the thought, Spike noticed but he just assumed she was tired.
He led her down to the jetty and once she walked from behind him she gasped at the beauty of the night sky. The large moon shone across everything and the lights of the town, on the other side of the bay looked somehow enchanted. Finishing the picture were all the stars that she could see, they were everywhere and so bright, there seemed to be more here than at home, billions at least. Adding to the beauty of the night was the soft sound of the water lapping at the shore. They both sat and looked at beauty for a moment, Willow at the night and Spike at Willow in the moonlight, he had seen the sky before but it paled in comparison to Willow.
Spike broke the silence and told Willow everything he had come up with in the car; everything but what concerned her, that he still hadn't figured out. Willow agreed with what he said having come to the same conclusions herself; she too didn't know what their secret was.
About half an hour passed and Willow excused herself to have a shower. Spike waited until she was out of hearing distance before groaning at the images that those simple words had conjured. All of the images revolved around the two of them very naked and very wet. He cursed to himself and decided to hunt for some food, he wasn't hungry but he needed to burn off some of the excess energy.
Willow moved under the cold water and groaned, as the feeling did nothing to cool her body, it seemed to have the opposite effect, it was just too much like Spike's cool embrace. She changed the temperature to hot and the water began to cool her flushed body.
Isabel was curled up on a couch the entire time listening to a mixture of Metallica and Sarah McLachlan. The combination helping to curb her impulse to slowly torture Stacey until she no longer hit on Thomas, and also made her forget what had been an increasing pain in her chest. A single tear rolled down her cheek at the knowledge that he was still there with her and that he was free to do whatever he wanted. Another fell silently at the memory that she could never have him no matter what she did or how much she loved him.
*Wondering*
Isabel was driving and Willow was seated next to her, Spike was in the back seat studying Willow.
Had he been right, had she been jealous? He couldn't be sure, he could never be completely sure with her, she always had so many things running through her head. That her eyes only seem to show a small portion and most of the time the most important feeling or thought was right at the back behind all of the things she was using to hide it. He had only seen two other people who noticed that little point, Xander and for some insane reason the girl driving the car. It had taken him months to work that out about the witch but it had only taken Isabel a day to see it, was that women's intuition or was it rather that she had the same habit, hiding behind a barrier of different things. This thought brought him back to the night before, had she walked out because she was annoyed at Thomas or had Thomas provoked her in order for it to be easier for her to leave and him to follow. And if that was the case what had they done? Thomas somehow seemed oblivious to the fact that he was in love with Isabel and vice versa, but at the same time he seemed overly aware of their connection. If the latter were true then it was possible that it was an outside force that kept them apart. Did their mutual ignorance show that maybe they had faced it and decided to pretend there was nothing between them. It wasn't working, that was extremely obvious from the way that they rarely sat together, proximity seemed to be a problem. Like tonight when they had moved away so quickly, that had in fact been the only time he had seen them sit together it was strange that she had deliberately sat there when the previous morning she had deliberately sat away from him. Tonight it was definitely about protecting what was her's, even if she couldn't have him she wasn't about to let someone else have him, she had obviously missed the fact that Thomas was almost completely unresponsive to Stacey. They rarely seemed to talk either, and even when they did they only said what need be, except if they were alone like last night. They had been talking quite freely with each other and whatever it had been it seemed to take their minds off of whatever was between them. Until of course he had knocked them over and the way that they had jumped off each other would have been strange, with old friends you simply would joke around and laugh it off. However they had jumped off of each other like they were being burned, Spike knew why, with someone that you can't have a simple touch can be deadly to your entire body. Even from his outsider's point of view he could see that they had some secret that wasn't of the everyday kind, and whatever it was it had something to do with the friction that was between them. He was certain he was right about their relationship, the only thing he didn't know was what the secret was.
When he looked out the window he saw that they were back at the camp, he got out of the car and began to walk behind the girls, Isabel walked into the kitchen but Willow continued on towards the dorm. Spike caught up with her and whispered, "Come with me."
Willow followed him but internally she was fuming, how dare he just pull me like that, and yet she still didn't resist. I saw him in the car, all thinky, he was probably wondering just how many different ways that Melissa could pleasure him, more than me that's for sure. Willow slumped her shoulders at the thought, Spike noticed but he just assumed she was tired.
He led her down to the jetty and once she walked from behind him she gasped at the beauty of the night sky. The large moon shone across everything and the lights of the town, on the other side of the bay looked somehow enchanted. Finishing the picture were all the stars that she could see, they were everywhere and so bright, there seemed to be more here than at home, billions at least. Adding to the beauty of the night was the soft sound of the water lapping at the shore. They both sat and looked at beauty for a moment, Willow at the night and Spike at Willow in the moonlight, he had seen the sky before but it paled in comparison to Willow.
Spike broke the silence and told Willow everything he had come up with in the car; everything but what concerned her, that he still hadn't figured out. Willow agreed with what he said having come to the same conclusions herself; she too didn't know what their secret was.
About half an hour passed and Willow excused herself to have a shower. Spike waited until she was out of hearing distance before groaning at the images that those simple words had conjured. All of the images revolved around the two of them very naked and very wet. He cursed to himself and decided to hunt for some food, he wasn't hungry but he needed to burn off some of the excess energy.
Willow moved under the cold water and groaned, as the feeling did nothing to cool her body, it seemed to have the opposite effect, it was just too much like Spike's cool embrace. She changed the temperature to hot and the water began to cool her flushed body.
Isabel was curled up on a couch the entire time listening to a mixture of Metallica and Sarah McLachlan. The combination helping to curb her impulse to slowly torture Stacey until she no longer hit on Thomas, and also made her forget what had been an increasing pain in her chest. A single tear rolled down her cheek at the knowledge that he was still there with her and that he was free to do whatever he wanted. Another fell silently at the memory that she could never have him no matter what she did or how much she loved him.
