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The second rewritten chapter, hope you all approve.
Spike opened the front door, allowing Willow to enter first. She turned and smiled at him. "Tonight was really fun, wasn't it? I felt like old Willow. No blood, just a sip of beer and a diet coke. I always loved diet coke." She said wistfully as she removed her jacket and went into the kitchen, closely followed by Spike.
"You miss your friends pet?" he leaned against the counter and watched as she prepared a couple of mugs for them.
"No. All my friends are here really. I mean Xander and Cordy still get to go to school, but I see them almost everyday. And then there's Buffy and Angel. And you. I just miss the fun, mindless high-school stuff." She handed over a mug to Spike and shrugged. "I don't know."
Spike put his mug aside, took Willow's and set it next to his. He took her hand and gently pulled her to him. He could see the surprise in her eyes, then a bit of panic. "No worries love, just a kiss."
Willow wasn't sure what to do. Her thoughts were ping-ponging everywhere. To Xander, until recently the only boy she ever crushed on. To Buffy and Angel, so in love, so sure of each other. To Oz, downstairs in that cage, he was going to be her first kiss, maybe her first everything. Then to the man in front of her, to Spike. So larger than life, so unattainable. She pulled away. "I'm not sure I'm ready for you. You…you're just so much. Seven months ago I really thought I knew where my life was going, you know? Senior year, maybe a boyfriend, prom, college. Now, now I'm gonna live forever. If you and I, if we…would it be for a life time? An eternity? 'Cause I would sure hate to lose you as a friend."
"Don't you feel anything for me love?" He was a little hurt by her hesitation.
"Jeez, of course I do. I mean even before I was turned. You are so totally hot in a good bad boy kind of way. In real life no one like you would ever be attracted to someone like me. But I don't know if I'm ready for someone like you. And like I said, I don't want to lose what we have now." Her eyes begged him to understand.
Spike put his hand on her cheek and looked into her green eyes. "We will never lose what we have now. Unless you change your mind. I'm not the fickle type, pet. Once I'm hit, I'm down for the count. As for you, I know your young and you may change…I think I can deal. But right here and right now. Willow, I think it's right."
"Wow, it's so weird how you can be such an asshole sometimes and then be so charming. I think that's what I really like about you." She moved closer into his embrace. "And a kiss isn't such a bad thing, huh? I mean, it's not like a marriage proposal or a life time commitment, right? And it would be a good thing 'cause I never really kissed anyone before, except for, like, you know, uncles and cousins. And that so didn't come out right, because that could be like really ewww and that's not what I meant." And the rambling has begun, she thought.
He gave a small laugh at her discomfort. "Shh love. And no, not such an awful big deal." Spike took her face in his hands and gently drew her lips to his.
Willow wound her arms around Spike's neck and pulled his body closer to hers while reveling in the feel of him. Her mouth opened slightly to allow his access, which he took full advantage of. The surprise he felt at her response was replaced by the need to drink as much of her in as he could. He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his hands explore her lower back, cupping her bottom to bring her tight against him.
Willow felt as if she were drowning. Maybe she was in over her head here, but she couldn't seem to pull away from him. She felt a fire begin to build, emotions and feelings she didn't know existed in her and Spike was the cause. When she felt his arousal against her stomach, she felt a bit of reality through the fog of passion in which she was engulfed. She gently pulled away and laid her head against his chest.
"Wow." She felt breathless, which in her mind she knew was impossible. She looked up at the passion in his eyes. Did I do that? She thought.
"Wow indeed pet." Spike was having a difficult time holding down his desires. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her upstairs and shag her for 24 hours straight. But looking down at her, he knew she wasn't quite ready. But soon. He smiled at the thought. Who da thunk it? Him and his sire both having virgins in the 21st century? "Are you okay sweet?"
She rubbed her cheek against his chest. "Oh yeah. Didn't know I could feel like that." She furrowed her brow. "Hey, was that me or that demon?" It suddenly dawned on her that she might've been possessed.
Spike laughed. "The demon's there and a vampire's appetites are stronger than a human's but that was all you pet. Just needed a bit of prodding to release the passion. And believe me, I intend to do more prodding."
"You are so bad." She giggled at his double entendre but quickly sobered, "Are you okay? I mean, I know you got kinda excited. I don't mean to be a tease or anything. Just not ready for that, you know… Is that okay? Do you…are you…" She was losing her train of thought as Spike nipped at her neck and then kissed it.
"No worries love. I can be patient. And part of the fun is the anticipation. But if tonight is any indication, we won't be waiting too long."
Angelus and Buffy found Spike and Willow watching television together. "Don't you ever read boy? I'd watch it Willow, he'll be turning your brain to jello before long."
"No, really. It's a Nick at Night Bewitched marathon. I love Samantha." Willow smiled up at them while straightening from Spike's embrace.
"Sorry peaches, seems I don't have the nerd gene as ingrained as you do. Why ya bein' such a wanker?" he released Willow and looked up to their faces. "What happened?"
"The new watcher, he knows about us. He's going to give us a chance to prove we're worthy to be kept alive." Angel's voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Angelus, what the hell is wrong with you? We kill the little bugger and make it look like the Hellmouth took him." Spike looked at the couple with impatience. "As usual, the two of you are thinking too much about nothing."
Buffy sat down and looked up at Angel before addressing Spike's plan. "I'll be honest, I did think about it. But they'll just keep sending more of them. And according to Giles, they have some pretty heavy hitters. I mean the whole point here is for me to be able to do the whole saving innocents from the big bads out there. Not fighting with my so called sponsors so that they let me. I mean, that really sucks, don't you think?"
"Oh, maybe Jenny and I can come up with some sort of memory spell for the watcher? He'll forget everything he's seen here?" Willow looked hopefully at the three.
Angel shook his head, "That would involve magicks you just don't ever want to get into Willow. Maybe not black, but certainly a dark grey. There's always a payback for those sorts of spells."
"Oh, I didn't realize…" She looked with embarrassment at the man she considered her sire.
"It was a good thought Will, but we'll work it out. We're taking him out on patrol tomorrow. Show him what life on the Hellmouth is really all about." Buffy looked over at Spike and Willow, as if just seeing them. "So, what have you two been up to?" She asked suspiciously.
Angelus looked at his two underlings and shook his head. "Come on Buff, a quick work out before bed." He looked over at Willow and Spike, "Care to join us you two?"
Spike gave him a knowing look, "No, I think there's a Bewitched marathon calling our names."
Mrs. Gwendolyn Post sipped her coffee and impatiently questioned the man sitting across from her. "And that's all you have for me?"
"That's all? That's quite enough I would think. You have enough here to destroy the man with the council."
"But I don't want him destroyed. That's your agenda and I didn't hire you to work out your little vendetta. By all rights the slayer should have been mine, I make one little foray into the black arts, and it was for the greater good I might add, and the council goes to pieces. That damned council ruined my life, those closed-minded, self-righteous prigs. And the worse one of the bunch is that damned Travers. I want him. I will have him and I will make him pay. Bugger them all!" She ground out the cigarette she'd been smoking with such force she spilt her coffee. "Damn!"
Her companion laughed. "My, we are in a vengeance mode, aren't we? No worries. With the photos we have here your Mr. Travers will be on the first plane over the pond. Then my dear Mrs. Post, you'll have just what you want."
"And you my dear Mr. Rayne will get what you want?" She graced him with a conspiratorial smile.
He leaned forward and looked into her eyes. "To have Ripper on his knees? Well sweet Gwendolyn, that's all I ever wanted. The bastard landed straight on his feet. A watcher, his own slayer, his little gypsy witch. Oh yes, he'll pay. And his payback will be a right royal bitch."
"Why Ethan Rayne, are you referring to me?"
He chuckled. "No offense intended, Gwendolyn."
"None taken, I'm sure." As she joined in his laughter.