Hey, I actually mention both their names in this one.
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in the dark
Knock, knock, knock.
It was close to one in the morning, and Willow was standing in the 'doorway' to Spike's new place. He'd decided that bunking with the others just wasn't his idea of fun. So, here he was, back in his old crypt, which was even worse off than it had begun. Some other vamps had obviously decided to crash there during his departure. Which was why Willow was there.
She'd told Spike she would help him spruce up the place a bit. Spike had been more than happy to oblige. Any and all time spent with Willow was well worth it. His only rule was that she couldn't suggest anything pink, fluffy, or staky for his place.
Sweeping the place with his eyes one last time to make sure everything was 'perfect'(he'd just trashed the place some more, so she'd have to stay just a little longer), then he opened the door.
"Hey, Red, what took so long?" Spike asked, grinning.
"Sorry, I got held up," she apoligized, giving him a compensatory smile, "Do you forgive?"
"Always, but next time I think you'll need to brive me," he teased, motioning for her to come in. She was wearing green pants, tight- fitting green pants, and a red fuzzy shirt.
"Going a little overboard on the 'tis the season' bit, aren't we?" he asked, eyeing her outfit.
"As have you, I see," she joked, sizing up his pants, which were black, and his grey shirt, which seemed to cling to his body like skin.
"I try," he said as she took a seat on the only remaining stable piece of furniture, the bed, "I see you're comfy."
"Oh, yeah," she sighed, lying down. Spike decided that this was the perfect chance to get some close time, so he walked over to her.
He sat down beside her, then plopped down. Staring straight up at the ceiling, he was pleased to feel Willow shift sideways to look at him.
After a minute of complete silence, Spike asked, "What?"
"What what?" she asked, confused.
Spike turned to face her, "You've been staring at me," he accused.
"So?" she questioned, like it was quite natural for her to just gawk at him.
"So? So? Do I ever stare at you?"
"Yes," she answered, her tone serious.
Spike smiled, 'she noticed,' he thought.
"You're a very interesting person to stare at," she said, lying back down.
"Is that so?" he asked, cocking his head.
"Very."
"Why?" he prodded, still looking down at her.
"Because, you're..." she was cut short when a sudden yawn overpowered her.
"Sleepy, are you?" he asked, quite amused. She was so adorable, and when she yawns her eyes scrunch up.
"Quite," she replied, looking over at him. He always felt helpless under her gaze. As if she could tell him to do anything and he'd do it. Without hesitation. Without resistance. He'd do it, merely because she asked him to.
"Well, then, maybe we should do this decorating thing some other time," he suggested, brushing a stray hair out of her face.
"No, no. I'm okay, let's do this," she said stubbornly, starting to get up. But then just falling back down, "Okay, maybe I can come back tomorrow."
"Now, that's a good girl," Spike smiled, well, smirked is more like it.
"For once," she said softly, almost so quietly Spike couldn't hear her.
"What do you mean, 'for once'?" he asked, honestly perplexed. She'd always been the good one, the smart one.
"Nothing."
"Hey, you know you can't pull that nothing crap on me."
Willow smiled, "Unfortunately."
"Come on, tell Big Bad what's wrong," Spike urged, sitting up so that he could be at eye level with her.
"It's just...I don't know," she trailed, finding a spot on the carpet to stare at.
Spike waited for her to continue. He knew she would, she just needed time. Like him.
"Before, you know, before I went all black-eyed and batty, I *was* the good girl. Buffy was the one who liked to bend and break the rules and everything. I just...went around them."
Spike nodded. "I guess I just feel like whoever I was before is way too far gone to get back."
"Hey, now. That's not true. You're still the little goody-too-shoes of the group."
Willow looked up from the ground, smiling. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special."
"Only you," Spike grinned.
"Thanks," Willow said, getting up, "I better go now. I'll see you tomorrow so we can get started on this place."
She was about to walk away, but she was stopped when a hand reached out, and pulled her back down.
"Stay," he whispered. And, of course, she stayed. Lying down beside him, curled up. They slept.
***
Again, not sure where this is going, so stay with me here. Reviews are always welcome, and I LOVE reviews. See you later. bye all
enjoy...
in the dark
Knock, knock, knock.
It was close to one in the morning, and Willow was standing in the 'doorway' to Spike's new place. He'd decided that bunking with the others just wasn't his idea of fun. So, here he was, back in his old crypt, which was even worse off than it had begun. Some other vamps had obviously decided to crash there during his departure. Which was why Willow was there.
She'd told Spike she would help him spruce up the place a bit. Spike had been more than happy to oblige. Any and all time spent with Willow was well worth it. His only rule was that she couldn't suggest anything pink, fluffy, or staky for his place.
Sweeping the place with his eyes one last time to make sure everything was 'perfect'(he'd just trashed the place some more, so she'd have to stay just a little longer), then he opened the door.
"Hey, Red, what took so long?" Spike asked, grinning.
"Sorry, I got held up," she apoligized, giving him a compensatory smile, "Do you forgive?"
"Always, but next time I think you'll need to brive me," he teased, motioning for her to come in. She was wearing green pants, tight- fitting green pants, and a red fuzzy shirt.
"Going a little overboard on the 'tis the season' bit, aren't we?" he asked, eyeing her outfit.
"As have you, I see," she joked, sizing up his pants, which were black, and his grey shirt, which seemed to cling to his body like skin.
"I try," he said as she took a seat on the only remaining stable piece of furniture, the bed, "I see you're comfy."
"Oh, yeah," she sighed, lying down. Spike decided that this was the perfect chance to get some close time, so he walked over to her.
He sat down beside her, then plopped down. Staring straight up at the ceiling, he was pleased to feel Willow shift sideways to look at him.
After a minute of complete silence, Spike asked, "What?"
"What what?" she asked, confused.
Spike turned to face her, "You've been staring at me," he accused.
"So?" she questioned, like it was quite natural for her to just gawk at him.
"So? So? Do I ever stare at you?"
"Yes," she answered, her tone serious.
Spike smiled, 'she noticed,' he thought.
"You're a very interesting person to stare at," she said, lying back down.
"Is that so?" he asked, cocking his head.
"Very."
"Why?" he prodded, still looking down at her.
"Because, you're..." she was cut short when a sudden yawn overpowered her.
"Sleepy, are you?" he asked, quite amused. She was so adorable, and when she yawns her eyes scrunch up.
"Quite," she replied, looking over at him. He always felt helpless under her gaze. As if she could tell him to do anything and he'd do it. Without hesitation. Without resistance. He'd do it, merely because she asked him to.
"Well, then, maybe we should do this decorating thing some other time," he suggested, brushing a stray hair out of her face.
"No, no. I'm okay, let's do this," she said stubbornly, starting to get up. But then just falling back down, "Okay, maybe I can come back tomorrow."
"Now, that's a good girl," Spike smiled, well, smirked is more like it.
"For once," she said softly, almost so quietly Spike couldn't hear her.
"What do you mean, 'for once'?" he asked, honestly perplexed. She'd always been the good one, the smart one.
"Nothing."
"Hey, you know you can't pull that nothing crap on me."
Willow smiled, "Unfortunately."
"Come on, tell Big Bad what's wrong," Spike urged, sitting up so that he could be at eye level with her.
"It's just...I don't know," she trailed, finding a spot on the carpet to stare at.
Spike waited for her to continue. He knew she would, she just needed time. Like him.
"Before, you know, before I went all black-eyed and batty, I *was* the good girl. Buffy was the one who liked to bend and break the rules and everything. I just...went around them."
Spike nodded. "I guess I just feel like whoever I was before is way too far gone to get back."
"Hey, now. That's not true. You're still the little goody-too-shoes of the group."
Willow looked up from the ground, smiling. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special."
"Only you," Spike grinned.
"Thanks," Willow said, getting up, "I better go now. I'll see you tomorrow so we can get started on this place."
She was about to walk away, but she was stopped when a hand reached out, and pulled her back down.
"Stay," he whispered. And, of course, she stayed. Lying down beside him, curled up. They slept.
***
Again, not sure where this is going, so stay with me here. Reviews are always welcome, and I LOVE reviews. See you later. bye all