After her promise, Spike didn't sing "The Song That Never Ends" again, he just watched her sleep. She was the only one he could relate to, his vampire side could relate to what he had heard about her vampire side and his human side was just like her. That's why he had been so cruel to her because she reminded him of "William the Bloody Awful Poet" but now he realized that she had a certain...something. I am an idiot, I'm falling for a lesbian...this is starting to sound like a really bad episode of Jerry Springer: 'Lesbians and the Male Vampires That Love Them!' he thought. I...love her. He brushed a kiss across her brow and left the room, deep in his thoughts.

He didn't love Buffy, he never had. The way he figured it when he and Harm had gone to that doctor to get the chip removed the doctor messed up his head and since he hadn't been killed or killed Buffy, he developed an unhealthy...attraction. "Way to go with the Freudian," he muttered as he entered his old room, his human self was fast asleep. He examined himself critically, a smirk on his face. "No wonder the ladies love me." A hand touched the scar on his brow and the other touched the same brow on the human version of himself. Spike disappeared.

William shot up awake. "What the bloody hell!" he exclaimed. He stood up and walked to the mirror, staring at his reflection. "I am such a handsome devil." He pulled on a shirt and a pair of breeches and went back to Willow's room, he shook her slightly and she moaned as she woke up.

"William, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothin', Red," he stated and Willow's eyes widened.

"Spike?" she whispered. "You look, uh, different." Her eyes wandered over his familiar features and she sat up, touching the unscarred eyebrow. "How'd you get that scar?"

"Slayer number one, China, Boxer Rebellion," he replied.

"Oh..." she whispered, her fingers drifted down his face, tracing his cheekbones and finally tracing his lips. Her lips replaced her fingers and he moved into the kiss, pulling her closer.

Her entire body sang from the caress of his lips on hers and suddenly Spike was on the bed with her, his body blanketing hers. She knew she should feel offended, she was in a great relationship with Tara and he was in love with Buffy but her body didn't care and the passion was definitely clouding her brain. After all, if they did...she knew that this would be her only chance to feel him warm and hear his heart beat, she wanted him, Tara or not. She had wanted him when he had first gotten his chip in his head, the way he had felt on top of her...

Spike, in his vampiric body could kiss for hours, maybe even days but in his human body, oxygen was becoming an issue and William's body was not used to being without oxygen for a long while. He finally pulled away and both of them panted. I cannot believe I am going to do this, she thought. Her hands drifted over his chest and she unbuttoned the shirt he wore, she smoothed the fabric off his shoulders and ran her hands over his muscular chest.

Spike stopped. "Spike, is there something wrong?" she asked.

"I shouldn't be doing this to you, Red...takin' advantage of you like this," he whispered. "I know you care for the witch...I'm sorry." With that, he left and Willow let the shame wash over her, she'd only been away from Tara for a few days and she was already cheating on her partner. I should be shot, the redhead thought, frowning.