Spike had paced his crypt for the past twenty minutes. What if she wasn't coming? He didn't want to think about it, when had he gotten so pathetic? He was about to go out and kill something when the door edged open and she entered, looking nervous. "Well, hello there, Slayer, back for more?" he taunted.
Willow felt her knees tremble, the way he looked at her with such passion - no, he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Buffy. Willow almost felt like crying, she'd wanted him for so long to find out he just wanted Buffy.
Her resolve crumbled slightly as her eyes traveled anywhere but his face and settled on the bed, rose petals littered it and she did cry. "I-I shouldn't have come here..." she whispered between sobs.
"Shhh, it's okay, I'm sorry," he whispered gently, stroking the long blond locks of her hair and kissing the tears from her cheeks. His hands lightly stroked her back as she sobbed into his shirt. He hadn't meant to hurt her...it just happened. A lot of things seemed to "just happen" lately.
The witch took a deep breath to calm her shaky nerves before pushing her hair off her face and looking up at Spike and gave him a shy smile and the vampire caressed her cheek with his knuckles. Willow lay her hand atop his and he took her hand, kissing the pads of her fingers and she moaned as his blunt teeth lightly nipped at her sweaty skin.
Spike released her hand to pull off his black t-shirt and Willow practically drooled at seeing the half-naked Spike. She'd seen him shirtless and that had been exactly once and she had been too busy performing the ionization spell to actually take note of how amazingly well-built he was. His muscles seemed to have muscles. Her eyes drank in his pale chest, six-pack abs, muscular arms.
Her eyes were studying him with an itensity that she'd never had before. Those pretty orbs of hers were blazing paths wherever they traveled. "Wow, you're...amazing," she whispered before her fingers followed the trail her eyes had taken, barely skimming his pale flesh with her fingertips. Damn, she was good at the foreplay, wasn't she? And at her obvious admiration, his ego wasn't the only thing getting big in the crypt.
Willow felt her body flush as her fingers ran over his cool skin. He wasn't unpleasantly cold, more like room temperature and it felt good under her feverish fingers. The way his jaw was clenched she could tell that he was fighting to keep the demon in check. And that was good, Willow loved Spike and she liked the demon part too...well, except for the whole bottle-in-the-face thing...okay, so she wasn't keen on the demon but it was part of who he was.
And although, she'd probably enjoy the fierce...er...shagging she'd witnessed Buffy and Spike doing. Buffy had Slayer-healing and was had still been limping all day. Sure, Willow looked like Buffy but she didn't have the healing and that sort of coupling might kill her or at least hurt her a lot. Especially since she hadn't been with a guy for well over two years.
Spike's lips crushed down on hers and she moved into the kiss until she finally needed to breathe. With a downcast look, Willow slid down the straps of the slipdress she wore and it pooled at her feet and she stood out of it, fighting the urge to cover up. She hadn't worn a bra or panties under Buffy's dress, leaving her entirely naked before the object of her desire.
"Buffy, you're beautiful," Spike whispered and Willow froze. Her resolve shattered and she hastily redressed. "Did I say something wrong?"
Willow forced back the tears that threatened to fall and made a beeline for the door. Spike grabbed her about the upper arm hard and she let out a yelp of pain at his punishing grip. Spike recoiled as the chip sent white-hot stabs of pain throughout his head. "What the hell!?"
The witch clenched a hand over the already-bruised flesh and the pain caused her concentration to waver and the glamour to fade. Spike stared in wonder as the blonde Slayer became the red-haired hacker. Willow's eyes widened in horror and she raced off. "I'll be damned." There was a momentary pause. "Again."
Willow rushed to the Magic Box, using common sense, she saw Amy as herself and used another glamour to appear as Amy. "Amy, hey," Buffy said. "What's wrong?"
"Hi, guys," Willow whispered, wiping away the tears. "Oh, nothing, just ran into a guy I dated before the rat thing and he's married now."
"That's gotta hurt," Buffy murmured. "I'm sorry, Amy."
"Guess we weren't meant to be," Willow murmured.
"Since we're the dumped ones now, maybe we should go to Ben and Jerry's and get some Phish Food?" Amy suggested. "Or at least o.d. on chocolate."
"That sounds like fun," Willow whispered and the two witches left the store.
"Is anyone seeing sparks here?" Buffy answered as she watched Amy and Willow leave.
"Willow needs a man," Anya stated.
"Willow's gay, honey," Xander replied.
Willow and Amy let their glamours go when they were far enough away from the Magic Box. "So what happened, Will?" Amy asked.
"Spike was there, he looked so amazing...he had rose petals on the bed," Willow whispered.
Amy winced. "And he kept calling you Buffy?" Amy answered and the redhead nodded.
"I couldn't, I knew he'd think of me only as Buffy...and it would rip my heart out," Willow stated. "I can't believe this, she treats him like dirt."
"I've only been un-ratted for a few days now but I see what you mean. If I had a man - well, vampire - like him, I'd forget the slaying and spend all my time with him!" Amy answered.
Willow smiled weakly. "Thanks, Amy, I don't think I could have made it through without your help. And I really need you to help me finish the tabula rasa...did you get the stuff?"
Amy nodded at the redhead and handed her the crystal and a baggie of Lethe's Bramble. Willow grinned. "Thank you, Amy," she whispered. "I can't tell you how much this means to me."
The two walked to Willow's parents' house in a companionable silence. The redhead took a deep breath and sat in front of the fireplace in the den. "Ignus incende," she said and the fire roared to life. "For Spike and Buffy, this I char," she said, placing the herb into the fire, sure to keep the rest of herb as far away from the fire as possible. "Let Lethe's Bramble do its chore. Purge their minds of memories grim, of pains from recent slights and sins." The redhead placed the crystal over the fire. "When the fire goes out, when the crystal turns black, the spell will be cast." She pulled the crystal back and Amy smiled at her. "Tabula rasa, tabula rasa, tabula rasa."
"Now to hide the crystal...but where?" Amy asked, looking around.
"Here," Willow said, walking into her dad's study. She pulled a reprint of Monet's "Waterlilies" off the wall to reveal a safe. She quickly turned the combination and opened the safe, it was empty. "Mom and Dad forgot about this safe a long time ago, I used to hide my diary in it." She carefully placed the crystal in the safe.
"I think it's safe," Amy announced and the redhead nodded. "Guess we can't go to the Magic Box now...the Bronze?"
"Oooh, the Bronze," Willow grinned, the two laced hand and made their way to the club.
Spike paced his crypt, what the hell had just happened? One minute Buffy was standing before him and then Red. He'd figured it as some kind of glamour but why? And he was pissed at her, she probably did one of her wonky spells. What was it with her and the whole spells bit? He frowned as he remembered the last spell...Randy Giles...being the Watcher's son was creepy considering that he was old enough to be the man's ancestor. He needed a drink...or ten and decided against going to Willy's. And decided on the Bronze. He immediately went for the bar, drowning his sorrows would make him feel a lot better. He ordered a beer and took a sip. His eyes traveled to the dance floor and almost choked on the drink as he saw Red with her other witchy friend performing a dance that could only be considered vertical sex. Hands trailed over each other in a flirtation as old as time. He never knew Willow could be so...hot?