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Willow returned William's kiss , she deepened the kiss. William tore his lips away and whispered in her ear huskily, "My beautiful burning flame, we are in a church full of people and these pants are ever so tight". Willow giggled as the gathered friends proceeded to clap and cheer.

The minister announced, " I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. William Ashton. William led Willow down the isle and into the church courtyard. He kissed his bride again. " Have I told you I love you Red?" " Only about five or six times, in front of God and everyone" she said smiling and hugged him.

"Hey, Will you need to wait your turn", Henry teased. He kissed Willow on the cheek and gave William a big bear hug. " Willow if you get tired of this bounder, you know where to find me." He winked. Willow was never hugged and kissed so much at one time in her life. She felt like she was floating away like a helium balloon. The crowd was headed onto the pub, the photographer was setting up outside to take the wedding photos. Willow said she needed to freshen up first. She took William's hand I may need some help.

She pulled him into the vestibule, and kissed him deeply. William moaned and explored Willow's mouth with his tongue. His hands splayed down the pearl buttons on the back of her silk dress. He felt the pearl buds of her breast upon his chest through the thin fabric of her dress. " Willow, he gasped.. Church"

She nipped his ear and keened "please". William lifted Willow and sat her bottom upon a nearby table. She kissed him greedily. He lifted her silk dress and she parted her legs inviting him in. Willow felt his eyes burn her stocking clad legs. When his hands made contact with her silk stocking she whimpered in spite of herself. He ran his hands up from the silk at her knees, above her garters to the bare flesh of her thighs. Willow pulled William closer until she felt his arousal rub against her center.

"William and Willow Ashton," Mary barked pounding on the door. "I can hear you both,"

" I'm going to kill her". William growled "Your both have to have your pictures taken, I want you both to be in good nick, not all sweaty and wrinkled. You'll wait proper like till your honeymoon bed." Willow giggled as William shouted, "Sod off Mary" "I don't want to have to come in there young man," she replied. " In a minute," he shot back; pulling Willow to her feet and helping her adjust her dress.

"The poor girl deserves more than a minute," Mary retorted. Willow laughed out loud, "We'll be right out Mary." "I don't think that's a bit funny, Red. William walked to the door, throwing it open, a scowl on his face.

Mary entered and help Willow freshen up for the picture taking.

The newlyweds were greeted by cheers upon returning to the pub for their luncheon.

William moved through the crowd to his favorite spot, he pulled Willow down onto his lap.

" Just like the first time we met," he said nuzzling her neck. Toasts were made and Mary announced lunch was being served.

"I don't think I can eat a bite," Willow commented to William.

"You better eat lass, this is your last chance, I want you to be able to keep your strength up for later," he replied waggling his scared eyebrow. " Despite Mary's high opinion of me, I'll be making love to you a lot longer than a minute, Red."

Willow kissed his nose, "I'm counting on it"

They both enjoyed the lunch, feeding one another morsels of food. Their hands constantly seeking out

Contact with one another.

Willow changed out of her wedding dress and into her navy dress as She and William were finally headed for the train. Mary had Randy move the trunks to the carriage, as she didn't trust the two newlyweds alone.

Willow and William were sent off in a carriage after being pelted with rice. Willow was anxious during the train ride. ? William was also nervous

The train entered Haworth station as dusk approached. The innkeepers John and Amanda and elderly couple greeted William and Willow warmly. Jonathan went to fetch the trunks and Amanda reported having their suite ready. " I've put a cold supper in a hamper in the sitting room".

Willow squealed as William picked her up to carry Willow up the staircase to their rooms.

William and Willow paused upon entering their suite. Candles emitting a soft glow lighted the room. A fire was lit in the fireplace. Several vases of wildflowers were placed about the room. Both sets of eyes were drawn to the large canopy bed. Deep burgundy comforter and sheets looked inviting. White rose petals were strewn over the bed.

"Will," Willow whispered, "You can put me down now."

William took in Willow's glowing face, "Beautiful" he whispered.

"Oh Yes, its perfect" she replied looking into his passion glazed eyes.

Her throat constricted, " Will.... Can you um.. wait in the sitting room... I'd like to change ... for..." her voiced trailed off and her face flamed.

"Oh sure, " he swallowed with great difficult, "I'll change... in..." pointing at the other room.

Willow's hands shook as she striped out of her clothes. She put on her silk ecru peignoir, removed the pins from her hair brushing it out. She looked at herself in the mirror, her skin aglow.

Willow jumped when William knocked on the door. "Can I come in Red?"

She took a deep breath, " Yes".

Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes delighted in the sight of her husband's form. His well muscled chest and arms, his washboard abdominal muscles, his straining erection against his cotton y-pants.

William felt his shaft quiver as he gazed upon his beautiful flame. The sheer gown accented her red hair, creamy skin. William could see her womanly buds, slim waist and see a triangle of dark red curls at her apex.

Their eyes rose up from devouring each other's bodies and locked; they moved towards one another and met together in the center of the room. Willow grabbing his head between her hands. His reaching down to grab her small ass and lift her off the floor, kissing her mouth, lips and sucking on her tongue.

Willow grasped William's hips with her legs. She felt his penis touch her core.

William felt Willow's wetness against his cock through the sheer material. His cock was poking through his y-pants. He hissed as his legs hit the bed falling forward her under him. Her hands were moving down his back and grasped his ass firmly. He wanted to thrust into her fire. He hear her keen, "Off"

'Off clothes off she repeated puling tugging at the back of his underwear. He rolled off her and shed his underclothes.

Willow kneeled on the bed and pulled the gown up and off her head tossing it onto the floor, holding her arms out towards him.

He groaned her name as he pulled her body to his. He kissed her neck and ran his hands over her tight ass. She ground her self against his manhood. He pushed her back onto the bed and latched onto her breast with abandon. She arched against his hands and lips. She clawed against his back.

He trailed kisses down her breasts and thrust his tongue into her bellybutton.

"Oh William, " she screamed please.. Please..

He spread her legs and inhaled her exotic scent, he kissed she core deeply, tasting and lapping at her juices. Willow hips were bucking and she was thrashing. He lifted his head; her's shot up to lock at him, "Look at me love, I want to see you combust". Her eyes met his and he thrust his fingers into her silky passage.

"Oh she cried closing her eyes"

"Look at me Red" he demanded.

Her gaze burned him; "I love you William" she panted

He sucked upon her clit, using his tongue and teeth to tease her.

Willow screamed, her eyes lost focus from her husbands blue ones, to see and feel white hot flames consume her in convulsions.

William moved quickly and thrust himself into Willow. Her hot tight passage convulsing around him, he thrust harder and deeper. She grabbed his head, "Look at me" she rasped. Willow wanted more and knew this man could deliver. She thrust her hips upward to meet his. Their bodies slick with sweat sliding and

Driving into one another. William felt her passage clench upon his cock; he yelled and thrust into her filling her with his essence. He clasped upon her burning body, his wick consumed by her flame.

Willow's stroked her husband's back. Her hand came away bloody. "Oh God"

"Willow, darling, did I hurt you" William said rolling onto his side. "I got carried away... I'm sorry.. I should have gone slow." He said with remorse.

"No, I hurt you" she replied her eyes filling with tears.

"What, I'm not hurt, Red"

" I scratched your back" she responded tears slipped from her eyes.

"It's all right, I guess I'm not the only one who got carried away" he smiled and kissed her.

" I never imagined.... I never. felt so... I was like some feral animal" she looked away in embarrassment.

William touched her cheek, "Willow, sweetheart, I have never experience anything so amazing, in my life. I'm a very lucky man to have such a passionate wife.

William kissed her softly and ran his hand down her sweet slicked body until he reached her backside.

He rolled Willow over on top of him. " See no permanent damage Luv, " he said running his fingers up and down her back.

" I.. didn't think a guy could.... Do it .. so soon... " She said.

" I think, I can be the exception to your theory" he teased kissing her neck.

"Let's put the theory to the test" she whispered running her tongue across his nipple. Her hand splayed across his other.

William groaned, " What do I get if I pass the test?"

"Me as you love slave," she giggled

William moaned as Willow slid further down his body and between his legs.

She giggled, William lifted his head, "What so funny? "I can't believe something this large.. fit.. " She said coyly. She touched him with her hand, amazed at his hardness and softness. William watched her, his breathing and shaft increasing exponentially. He saw Willow's pink tongue come out of her mouth. He hissed and his eyes closed as she licked him like candy.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked uncertain.

"God no ssss... good."

She wrapped one hand around his base and ran her tongue over the head of his penis. Her hair brushed his groin and her other hand cupped his sac.

" Willow, he gasped weakly", She lifted her eyes but continued her ministrations. She removed her mouth and blew on his shaft. "Sweet Jesus" William sat up and slid back. He took her arms and pulled her forward, until she was straddled across his hips. He bent his head to suck her breast and kneaded the other with his hand. "It's your turn" he whispered. He slid his fingers between their bodies until he found her wet core. Willow jumped, and brushed against his shaft. She keened, William. " I want you". Willow rubbed herself against his shaft.

"Mmmmm yes he hissed" grabbing her hips.

Willow raised her hips and grasped his shaft, " Can I..."

"Yes please" he helped her take him slowly.

" Feels different" she said.

William captured her mouth with his. He cupped her ass in his hands. He ran his finger between her cheeks teasing her remaining opening. She yelped in surprise and he felt her inner walls clench.

"You like that Pet?"

"Ohoooo" she whimpered, impaling her self on his rigid member

"OHOOOO" he cried

Willow pushed William's torso back upon the bed and placed her hands on his chest.

Willow began to move slowly at first but increased her pace as waves of pleasure built in her sensitive clit.

William moved his hands from her hips round to pinch her nipples.

"William" she gasped, and pistoned her hips faster, and ground her clit against Will.

She threw her head back and cried his name, " Will"

His release began as her walls tightened around him, echoing her cries "Will"

He gathered her in his arms, caressing her back.

She nuzzled his neck

"So love did I pass the test?"

" Not sure she mummered, best try four out of seven before I make a determination"

He held her tight, let's see what we can do.

Willow awoke to the sound of thunder. She quickly realized William was not in bed with her.

She sat up, his name on her lips.

"Morning Red, I thought I would set out some food" he explained placing the hamper in front of the roaring fireplace.

Willow took in her husband's bare chest, and nearly nude body. "Hungry" she smiled lasciviously < God, Will your insatiable, the poor man's gotta recharge>

William body stirred as he looked as his wife's naked breasts. Willow rolled out of bed, and bent down to retrieve her lost nightgown. William felt a surge of lust in his loins. < God, the poor girls got to be sore, give it a rest>

Willow slipped on her gown and joined her husband by the fire. "Morning darling" she kissed him lightly. " What's for breakfast?" William opened the hamper and removed fruit, cheese, bread and chicken. Willow reached for the strawberries, " My favorite" she said popping one into her mouth.

She picked up another and lifted it to William's lips. He bit and sucked juice and Willow's fingers into his mouth. "Taste's good" he grinned.

"Better than me?" she asked coyly

William pulled her into his arms and licked her lips with his own; He sucked and nibbled on her lower lip.

"No, oh no" he groaned before plundering her mouth.

Willow and William lay face to face and naked upon their bellies by the fire feeding each other morsels of food.

"Do you think, you'll ever tire of me," Willow asked kicking her slim legs casually.

" Probably", he teased, "In a hundred years or so." William reached over and touched Willow's silver locket, dangling between her breasts.

William noticed a small bruise on Willow's breast, " Are you...? sore... have I been too.."

Willow took his hand, " a little but in a good way" she smiled "You look the worse for where, Will, I've left some nasty marks on your back," she replied. "Keep the nails clipped from now on", she smiled sheepishly.

They finished their brunch and Willow moved to get dress.

"Come here, my love slave," William waggled his scarred eyebrow. "You shall sit with me near the fire" he pulled her on to his lap and covered their legs with an afghan.

They snuggled on the settee and talked comfortably. Willow learned from William about his difficult childhood, growing up in a whorehouse and living on the streets. William also admitted to her with embarrassment that he was unable to read. William expressed his fear that Willow would think less of him, but he knew she would likely find out and he was tired of carrying around his guilt.

Willow reassured William that neither of these things effected her love for him. She explained how impressed she was with his being able to survive and become such a wonderful man. She offered to teach him to read, if he wanted to learn.

Willow felt guilty herself, she wanted to tell William more about her travel through time, and her Wicca exploits. Willow was very afraid to do or say anything that could change the timeline. She berated herself for her selfishness, but didn't want to risk changing something that could alter her life here with William. Willow, sighed and ran her finger over William, silver crucifix.

She missed everyone in Sunnydale, but this man was her home now. She shared with him, stories about her childhood adventures with Xander. He listened and laughed at her childhood stories.

William asked about her friends Buffy, Angel and Guiles. William wanted to ask about the Spike bloke that she had spoken about, but couldn't bring himself to.

Instead he tried to ask casually, if she were ever in love with her male friends.

Willow expressed her affections for Giles and Angel.

Willow admitted that she had always loved Xander, and probably always would, but that she was not in love with him.

" You're the only man I have ever been in love with, heart, body and soul" she declared kissing him softly.

" Lucky for me Red, all your friends are bloody fools"

William raced the black steed across the lush moor. Willow clutched his chest tightly. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his back. William spurred the horse to jump over a small rock fissure. Willow squealed in delight, her hair whipping about her face and neck. Her fear of horses had dissipated since the first time she and William rode together. Willow liked the feel of two powerful creatures against her body. The horse's warm strong haunches against her legs and ass, and her husband's muscled chest under her hands, and his strong back and tight ass rubbing against her breasts and core. Willow felt the three, existed as one, joined together under the hot sun. The fragrant air an intoxicating mix of male, female, animal and plant.

Willow's laughter was music to Will, ears. He was so blessed. He wanted to believe that this bliss was his reward after years of struggle and unhappiness. Deep down he, was worried that something awful would happen to ruin his happiness, to take his life.. Willow away.

William stopped the horse among a large outcropping of eskers. Willow jumped off the horse, "lets play hide and seek tag " she said jumping in place. "See someone hides and the other person tries to find that person before the .. hidee, can get back to home base." "Horse will be home base." William laughed out loud; "I'll close my eyes and count to ten".

Willow dashed behind the smallest rock, thinking William would not check here first and she could dash back to the steed.

"Here I come Red?"

William headed for the large boulders. He caught sight of Willow dashing out of the corner of his eye. He pivoted and sprinted after her. She began to squeal and giggle. "I won.. I won... she chanted.

"OK, luv" he panted my turn. "No peaking"

William headed for the tall grass to the left of the boulders. He plopped down on his back to catch his breath. Willow screamed, "Here I come"

William peeked his head up a few minutes later; Willow was nowhere in sight. He lay back down smiling, got her. Several minutes later he peeked his head up; he was going to dash back to the horse.

Willow spotted him. He ran right to try and go around her., she sprinted right, then left. She was fast like a rabbit he thought. She was yelling and screaming, " your mine" She was gaining on him, she tackled him, they both hit the ground a mess of arms and legs. She righted herself quickly, sitting on his hips.

They both laughed and panted trying to catch their breath. " Mine... Mine. I win" she gasped. He pulled her into his arms, "always" he replied kissing her deeply. He rolled her under him, pinning her with his body. "I love you, Willow, he said eyes glistening, running his hands through her tangled red silk. She thrust her hips against him, " Show me, she pleaded". He kissed her lips, danced with her tongue and nipped the skin along her neck and collarbone.

"William", she gasped more breathless than before. She pulled his shirt and pushed her hands under the waistband of his pants gripping his firm ass.

He raised his head and kissed her breast. She mewled; he lifted his head and ravished her mouth, lips and tongue as he worked the button of her blouse.

He gazed at her bare breasts, she wore no chemise, only a corset, which lifted her breasts into tempting peaks. < No wonder I felt her buds burn my back>

She cried out, arching her hips against his heavy arousal as he laved pinched and sucked at her breast.

He slid down her stomach, unbuttoned her riding breaches. She lifted her hips so he could slide off her pants. His labored breath caught in his throat as he realized she was not wearing any knickers. His eyes feasted on her red curls, glistening with desire.

He used his mouth and kissed her core. Willow, shouted his name and pulled at his hair. He took her clit between his teeth and pulled gently. She screamed and convulsed.

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and slid his cock deep inside her. Her hands clutched his shoulders. Her mouth kissed and nipped at his neck. He felt himself climax, slamming into her one final time.

Willow followed, biting his neck to muffle her cry.

William lay his head upon Willow's beating heart. Their bodies sated sleepy, they napped in the midday sun.

Willow and William were headed back to Leeds on the train. The week flew by in a flash. The newlyweds went riding and hiking on the moor's most every day. They spent the rest of their time making love. Their emotional and physical intimacy continued to grow. Willow had begun to teach William to read. He was a quick student and had learned his alphabet quickly.

The couple was greeted warmly by Mary and Randy. Mary chided Willow for her sun burnt complexion.

Willow exchanged a look with William and they both started to giggle. < Their sexual adventures outdoors had resulted in both getting sun burns in places the sun usually don't shine. They also had fun trying to remedy the situation by taking a cool bath. This lead to more strenuous sex in a small copper tub. They took turns applying lotion to one another's affected parts and ended up shagging one another so most of the lotion ended up on everything else but their bodies.

Willow and William feigned tiredness from their trip so as to escape upstairs to their room. William insisted upon carrying Willow to their room. She shrieked in surprise when he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Everyone in the pub roared. Willow threatened him with bodily harm. As they approached the entrance to the room, Willow retaliated by biting her new husband on the ass. He groaned and responded in kind by butting her ass. It didn't take long before the couple had christened their room.

As they lay in one another arms Willow commented; "What ever am I going to do tomorrow without you to make love to me all day. William was already fast asleep. " I guess the honeymoon's over" she sighed.

William woke Willow in a very pleasant fashion. "That'll have to hold you till I get home Red, he teased.

"I love you William Ashton," she said, kissing him goodbye.

Willow used her break time to return to Mr. Fisk's bookstore. She went looking for some books that might be suitable for a new reader. As was her routine she stayed and had tea with Mr. Fisk. " I saw your friend Aaron last week. He said you had gotten married. Congratulation my dear."

"Thank you," she replied smiling.

"You certainly have a glow about you dear. Marriage must agree with you" Willow purchased two books for William and a book about Druid practices.

As she walked home, Willow thought back to her last meeting with Aaron. In the short time she had known Aaron, he had validated and supported her pursuits in magic. He said she had a great gift and was a very powerful witch. Willow was flattered by his interest in her supernatural studies. Aaron expressed admiration in her natural abilities as a Witch. He seemed disappointed when she decided not to participate in the Beltane ritual at Stonehenge. Willow explained that the 21st was to be her wedding day. At the time, Aaron questioned Willow's decision to stay in this time line instead of returning to her own time. He also tried to discourage her from marrying. He explained that her natural abilities and untamed or uncontrolled emotions could be counterproductive in working magic. He explained these abilities are accentuated by her strong passions. He referenced her time travel spell and how her affections effected the spell. He cautioned Willow, that her powers and emotions could be either a blessing or a curse. He said that 'normal' people she is emotionally involved with could be harmed/ or placed in danger by 1) unforeseen effects or spells gone bad; 2) The magic draws unsavory and evil creatures who in turn could harm those around her. Aaron offered to tutor Willow in magic. Willow thanked him, but responded that if she was a potential danger, she should be responsible and not practice. Aaron explained that, Willow's powers were still a part of her and that not taming/controlling her powers would be potentially more dangerous. He said that her energy, her aura emitted her special nature and that both good and evil were drawn to this power. Willow definitely had experience with nasties since living in Sunnydale. She trusted what Aaron had told her. Willow felt Aaron's magical power's whenever he was near. It kinda felt like static electricity just before you get the spark.

Willow struggled as to what to tell William. She felt confident about the protection spell she had placed upon his crucifix. However, what if nasties were to start showing up around Willow. She quaked with disgust, thinking that she might become like some sort of hellmouth beacon. She reflected upon Aaron's offer to tutor her in magic. He felt that if she harnessed her power, she would be more likely to exert positive influences in her environment. Willow said that she would need to think about all he told her. She also knew she was going to have to tell William something. She worried he wouldn't understand.

Willow was surprised when Aaron showed up at the pub around five o'clock. She was busy waiting on other customers, but explained to Randy that she needed to chat with her new friend.

Aaron felt Willow's energy once he crossed the threshold. He knew that she sensed him also.

< It has been many years since I have met someone as unique as her. I shall have her as my disciple. None of these mortal creatures shall stop me. >

The day had passed quickly for William. He spent most of his time thinking about his bride. He couldn't wait to get back to the pub to make love to her. He never dreamed she would be so passionate or responsive. William entered the pub a smile on his face. He saw a large dark haired man, with his hand on Willow's wrist, talking to her in what looked like an intimate manner. Will felt like he had been kicked in the gut. He felt like someone had just walked on his grave. Willow was talking so intently she was unaware he was here. William's smile died. He felt a cold rage build in his gut.

He walked over to his wife, and placed his hand on her shoulder. Willow twirled around and hugged and kissed him warmly. " Will.... I didn't expect you home so.. . early.." Aaron arose, < This whelp can't be the object of her affection, I shall have no problem in removing this pimple from her life. She shall be mine in no time> He smiled broadly and introduced himself. Willow felt a bit guilty as she introduced William to Aaron. She explained he was an old friend.

William felt Willow's nervousness, and knew his wife was lying to him.

Aaron sensed the young man's jealously and anger. < Young mortals so predictable, he thinks I'm after his wife's body, I wonder what he would think if he knew I was going to possess her soul. I'll give the little whelp some rope and he'll assist in his own demise> Aaron smiled broadly, "Pleasure to met you, Willow has told me all about you."

William just glared at the man.

"Willow my lovely sortilege, I've another engagement, until next time" he said kissing her hand.

< He grinned evilly once his back was to the couple. That ought to set the whelp off. >

William felt murderous. < What the bloody hell is going on. My wife MINE> He turned away from Willow and growled, "Willow" as he headed for the stairs.

Willow felt slightly sick to her stomach, she knew she was going to have to explain somehow about Aaron and his tutoring her in her magic. She followed Will up the stairs to their room. He was pacing, his hands clenched.

"I forbid you to see that man every again" he shouted irately.

Willow was taken aback and her anxiety blossomed into defensive defiance. " You forbid me she repeated.... How bloody Victorian..." she stammered.

William's anger mushroomed into cold fear. < Mine! How dare she... she won't choose him over me>

William wanted to rip her clothes off and savagely possess her. I'll make her cry out. He stepped forward his face a mask of rage. He saw Willow's eye's flash in fear. He stopped. he felt utterly helpless.

< Great Willow, get all defensive, you been lying via sins of omission, ... you start swearing like a Brit and tell him he acting Victorian. It's the damn Victorian age you idiot... how the hell is he going to act. Just keep projecting your guilt and shame unto your husband. >

Her eyes welled up with tears, " I can explain "

William, was angry and afraid, He had to get away, anywhere. He headed for the door.

" Will, please wait," she cried reaching out to touch his arm.

He pulled away like she had burned him. His impulse to take her by force scared and frightened him.

He felt disgusted with himself.

He slammed the door so hard, the windowpanes rattled.

Willow saw the disgust in his eyes, and assumed it was for her. She sobbed, leaning up against the still vibrating door, "William".

He stormed down the stairs and out the pub in a blur. Randy and Mary caught sight of him and looked at one another. "Lover's quarrel" Mary mouthed.

Willow's anger at herself and her situation boiled. She looked at her tonics and herbs. Three vials shattered

Explosively, her new found powers frightening her. "Oh Goddess, what am I going to do she wailed."

Aaron saw William leave the pub in a rage. He began to laugh. < soon>

Mary went upstairs to see to Willow. She heard her loud weeping and the sound of smashing pottery. < My both those two are passionate>. Willow didn't respond to Mary's voice. Mary opened the door to find Willow a crying heap on the floor.

She tried to sooth the lass with kind words. " It'll be all right lass, you've just had a lover's quarrel s'all. It perfectly natural, the adjustment of just the two of you being together, and then having the whole world intrude"

"It's all my fault" Willow wailed.

"I doubt that, it always take two luv" Mary offered

Meanwhile William had walked several miles and was drinking heavily in a pub. < S'all my fault, acting like a bloody ass. Can I blame the lass? > William got so drunk he could barely see straight. He was closest to Tent City, and decided to crash at the railway yard for the night.

Willow, pulled herself together at Mary's bidding and came downstairs to work. Willow's heart sunk lower and lower each time the door opened and William was' t there. After the pub closed, Willow insisted in cleaning and setting up for the next day. Mary tried to get her to go to bed, but she explained she couldn't sleep without him, and started to cry again.

Willow cleaned the entire pub in three hours and had readied it for next day's business. She dragged a trash receptacle up the stairs and threw away all her spell casting supplies. Cried and pleaded with the God and Goddesses to return William to her, and she would give up magic forever. Willow then proceeded to clean the entire room.

Randy commented to Mary, "What's that lass doing up there?" "Shsss she hurting she's working some hurt out."

Willow had nothing else to do. She threw herself upon their bed. She clutched William's shirt and cried herself into a fitful sleep.

Willow was up long before Mary and Randy, cooking in the small kitchen. Mary took in Willow's swollen red eyes and unkempt appearance.

" Did you get any sleep Pet?"

Willow, eyes teared again, hearing Mary use a familiar endearment.

She nodded her head bravely. Willow busied herself with customers.

William woke up, with a splitting headache. He wanted to throttle Henry and his asking all sorts of questions he didn't want to think about. William groaned, and heaved himself up to start the day's labor. He knew he would not be laying many spikes today.

Just after the crew's lunch break, the Forman directed several of the crew to unload a railroad car full of track and ties. Henry saw the accident happen in what seemed to be slow motion. Two bindings let loose sending heavy pieces of track hurtling towards William's head. Henry cried out warning. He saw the two ties veer sharply away from William's head and scrape his shoulder and arm. The impact sent William crashing onto the ground.

Aaron's eyes narrowed, < I'm impressed my little sortilege, a powerful protection spell. Aaron grinned; this is going to be more challenging than I thought. > He felt a surge of desire for his disciple

William's arm was on fire with pain. His mates helped him up. Henry was babbling how he had never seen anything so freakish before. He said that he thought William was a goner as the metal rails looked like they were going to crush his skull, and then appeared to hit an invisible barrier and bounce off.

"Well they bounced off my damn arm, might have faired better if they hit my hard head," William retorted.

The Forman decided to send William home for the rest of the day. William didn't think anything was broken but he had a nasty looking scrape down his shoulder and arm. He also knew he was going to have bruises for weeks to come.

Mary sent William upstairs for her afternoon break. She told Willow to take a hot bath and clean herself up. She explained that her husband would be home, tail between his legs looking to make up with her and she wanted to be presentable, didn't she.

Willow hoped Mary was right as she climbed into the tub. She washed her hair and pinned it up after combing it out. She shaved her legs, not an easy thing to do without a safety razor and ended up cutting herself repeatedly with Will's straight razor.

Willow lay her head back and closed her eyes for a moment. She drifted off into a light sleep.

Mary was glad to see William home. She knew Willow would be beside herself over her husband's injury. Mary smiled to herself, as she didn't think his injuries would prevent the two from making up. Mary doubted she would see them again until tomorrow.

William opened the door to his room and saw his wife asleep in the tub. The throbbing in his arm began to beat in tempo with the throbbing in his groin.

Willow stirred and opened her eyes and looked into her William's. Her eyes flew open and she took in his appearance, torn shirt and dried blood upon his arm. She cried out in alarm and jumped up out of the tub like a shot.

William no longer felt the throbbing in his arm, he was only aware of the throbbing in his cock as his wife dripping wet and nude ran towards him looking like she was going to slam into his arms. She stopped short, crying, " Your hurt, Oh God, your hurt, are you ok..... " William reached out and pulled her into his arms, and hugged her fiercely. She was crying and hiccuping," I'm so sorry it's all my fault.. I love you.. please be ok.."

He pulled her head back twined his finger in her damp hair and kissed her. He felt his hot tears mix with hers as his tongue dueled with her mouth. She pulled away from his embrace, "Let me see, Pulling at his shirt buttons. She led him over to the bed and grabbed a wet washcloth from the tub.

William saw the concern in her eyes, still dropping wet jewels. "Hey I'm fine, it's just a scrape" he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. < He need her so badly>

Willow's mind registered her naked state as her breasts hit William bare chest. She gasped and returned his kisses with abandon. He kissed his way down her neck and began to tease her nipples with his tongue and teeth. She moaned and pulled back just out of his reach.

She kneeled before him, and removed his shoes, and pushed him back onto the bed to divest him from his breeches. Her heart rate excellerated as she freed his large cock glistening in readiness. She whimpered and reached for his member carefully grasping his base and proceeded to kiss and lick him. William cried out her name, and clenched the blankets trying to keep himself from thrusting into her hot mouth.

Willow sensed his need and took him deeper into her mouth, forming a seal between his shaft and her lips with her hand. She softly squeezed his sacs with her free hand. William knew he was going to climax. He gasped for Willow to stop. She began to suck harder, William yelled loudly as she swallowed his juices.

He felt like he lost consciousness for a moment. He came back to reality with Willow raining soft kisses over his face he captured her lips with his own." He felt himself begin to harden again in desire for this women. He caressed, pinched and blew upon her erect nipples. She held his head and pulled at his hair. He licked and nipped down her body to her apex. She had juices running down the inside of her thigh. He used his tongue to follow the trail back to her center. She keened and wailed in pleasure as he lapped at her core. He used his fingers and thrust into her while sucking savagely upon her clit. She reared off the bed, with her orgasm. He continued to devour her center bringing her over the edge yet again. He thrust into her; she clenched his cock with her tight passage. He thrust into her; both panted and growled their gazes locked as they both came undone together.

Willow lay against William's uninjured shoulder. She caressed his chest I love you so much, Please don't ever leave me again. I can't stand it. William assured her he would not ever leave her in anger again and held her close. Both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

William's shoulder and arm were throbbing in pain. Willow was curled up asleep her head upon his chest and her legs intertwined with his. He petted her hair and listen to her soft breath.

Willow stirred and opened her eyes sleepily. She lifted her head and kissed William softly.

" Morning love" she crooned.

"How, your arm? She asked sitting up. " Oh God it practically black with bruises. I'll just whip up some liniment to help with the pain and restore the circulation" she chirped rolling out of bed. Willow stopped in her tracks as she realized that she had thrown away all her supplies and had vowed not to use magic any more.

She sat back upon the bed, with last evening passionate lovemaking she and William had not really talked about their fight. Willow knew she was going to have to apologize and explain; she only hoped William could forgive her.

"What is it Red," he said sitting up and drawing her back into his arms.

" I need to explain some things to you. I'm sorry about the misunderstanding... I haven't explained about Aaron or been as honest with you as I should have been. I'm just been scared, you.. wouldn't understand or.. want anything to do with me.." she said tears filling her eyes.

" Willow love, I'm sorry I got so angry, I didn't mean to frighten you, I frightened myself. I.. felt so jealous... and I was afraid you would realize you had made a mistake in marrying me.. and leave me."

"Oh no, no, you're my only choice, I love you body and soul, nothing will ever change that." She said hugging him tightly.

"Darling, It's the same for me. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me stop loving you."

He replied.

Willow took a deep breath; " I'm a witch" she rattled quickly.

William looked like he was going to laugh< strange time to crack jokes>. He saw how serious her face stayed and his eyed narrowed.

"What?"

I'm a witch, a good witch" she added quickly.

"I see" William replied trying desperately to keep his expression neutral. < He didn't see at all> " I'm not really sure what that means " he admitted. " I mean I know you're not evil... I've never known a sweeter more gentleperson..."

"Well, I explained how I was trying to help my friend Angel. I was casting a spell to try and help him. Something unexpected happened and I ended up here in Leeds. I think I was meant to be here though. I fell in love with you." She smiled.

William nodded his head, "All right"

"Well I 'm not as well trained as I should be to use my powers and Aaron is a very powerful Druid; a type of witch" she added. He says my untrained powers are dangerous to others. I agreed to start working with Aaron to keep a handle on things. I don't want anything to happen to you."

" I don't trust the man Will, can't we find someone else to help you?" "Your not in any danger are you from this witch stuff?" he asked.

"Oh no, not really, besides I decided to stop practicing. I'll explain things to Aaron," she said with her resolve face.

" Willow, I just want you to be happy and safe, darling." William said kissing her forehead gently.

Willow tilted her head and sought out her husband's lips. She felt a tremendous weight lift from her heart.

She nuzzled his neck and kissed his throat, " How's your arm?"

"Well enough to make love to my wife" he purred capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

William's arm and shoulder were too stiff to work. He decided he would go to the railway yard and speak to his boss about taking a couple of days off until him arm and shoulders were healed. Willow saw William off and he replied he would be home in the late afternoon as he was going to tend to some errands while he was out.

Willow asked Mary for a few hours off to go and pick up her Wedding pictures from the photographer. He promised he would have them ready. Willow also was going to see Aaron and explain her decision to forgo magic.

Willow was surprised with how easily Aaron acquiesced to her decision. She picked up the pictures. She placed a small picture into her locket. She framed a large photo and placed it by their bedside. Willow decided to place the last picture with her journals and letters to send home to Sunnydale. She had written back Mr. Giles, great uncle of Rupert, member of the watcher's council; to keep the journal and letters safe until they could be delivered to Giles in the beginning of May 1999. Willow wrote that she would periodically add to the letters and journals. She had bittersweet thoughts about her loved ones in Sunnydale. She knew she would be long dead before the letters were every delivered. She smiled happily if she and William had children; perhaps their grandchildren could visit her loved ones. Willow knew her friends would feel better about things if she knew how happy she was here.

Willow left to post the package to London.

Aaron was vigorously fucking the winsome female vampire. He had cast a protection spell so as neither she nor her sire could drain him. Aaron knew from his dealings with the male vampire Angelus, how sadistic, and possessive he was of his childe. Aaron spilled his seed into the demon. He need only start with phase two of his plan to ensure the whelp's demise. Aaron knew he himself couldn't kill the sod himself; as much as he would like to. He recognized the strong bond Willow had with the moron. Her powers were great, as he turned her and fed off her soul he was vulnerable to her thoughts. She may sense his duplicity in the whelp's death, he knew from previous experience that humans were often plagued with guilt and remorse. He didn't want any barriers to impede his mastication upon his disciple soul.

Aaron had cast an illusion spell over the loony vamp. Angelus would smell another's scent on her.

Aaron counted on Angelus punishing Dru to gather information on what man dared to take what was his. He had filled the vamps head with visions of the Ashton chap. She believed she had been pleasured by him. As usual, Aaron would prove useful to the powerful vamp and offer up this impudent mortal.

Aaron was waiting for William as he approached the pub. William was unhappy to see the man. He gave William the willies. Aaron quickly explained he was there because he was worried about Willow's safety with the magic. Aaron said he understood Willow's decision to stop practicing, but that perhaps William was unaware of how she was a beacon for evil.

Aaron said he thought he could help with the situation, and approached William as opposed to Willow to reassure William he had the couple's best interest at heart. William was very concerned with what Aaron said. Aaron asked William to meet him at Midnight to discuss what would need to happen to ensure Willow's safety. William wanted to hear more about this now, but Aaron begged off claiming he needed to consult in a few more books before he was sure what the best course of action would be.

It began to rain as William entered the pub. William and Willow retired early. Willow worked with William on beginning to read an easy primer. William decided to exhibit his appreciation to his wife by making slow, passionate love to her. He held her in his arms as he listened to the rain on the roof. He gently moved out of her arms and quietly dressed slipping out to meet Aaron.

Willow awoke with a start. She had had some terrible nightmare, which she was unable to recall upon waking. It left her with a terrible foreboding. William was gone. His place in bed was still warm. She quickly jumped out of bed and looked out the window. She saw him walking towards the canal.

Willow's heart started to pound. < Where is he going., danger, danger her heart seemed to beat> She quickly slipped her woolen cloak over her nightgown and followed him out into the rain.

William entered the alley, and heard Aaron call his name.

"William, here"

William walked deeper into the alley. "This better be important, I'm not in the habit of leaving my wife at an ungodly hour to meet some wanker in the pouring rain."

"I explained to you, Willow's in trouble and this involves her life and your death man!"

Aaron was upon William; he reached out and through the protective spell barrier. Blue flame sparked as Aaron's hand grasped the silver crucifix, neutralized the spell and snapped the chain, pulling it brutally off William's neck. William was momentarily stunned and blinded by the flash of light and savage wrenching on his neck.

Aaron retreated quickly into the shadow.

Angelus moved in quickly, game face in place.

Willow had followed her husband. She was having a difficult time seeing where he disappeared to with both the heavy hood of her cloak and the pouring rain impairing her vision. She heard sounds from the alley.

Lightening flashed and Willow's heart stopped.

A Vamp was growling at William, " Here's a lesson for you Wanker. Keep your cock out of my Dru."

He snarled holding William up by the throat. He leaned in and ripped open his throat.

Willow screamed, " Angelus, No, and charged into the dark alley toward her husband.

Willow saw William struggle to escape from Angelus, as the demon drained the life's blood from him.

Willow plowed into Angelus, screaming and swinging furiously. He let go of William and attempted to grab Willow. He laughed, "dessert." Willow saw her husband slide down the wall. "Nooooo she wailed."

Angelus attempted to grab his next meal by the neck, but succeeded in gripping a chain and a handful of hair. He pulled sharply. The chain snapped and Willow fell backwards.

"No shouted Aaron moving out of the shadows, She's my disciple."

Both the Vampire and the Warlock were stunned to see the girl disappear in a vortex of white light.

A battered and bruised Dru crawled from the shadowed mumbling. "Daddy bought baby a new toy"

She bit her arm and placed the bloody wound into the nearly dead man's mouth. " Toy needs to drink so we can play" she laughed eerily.

Angelus howled in rage. His demon strength clenching the silver locket in his hand.

Willow fell hard upon her ass; the full moon illuminated the clearing. Willow scrambled to her feet, looking around in panic for William... Angelus. GODESS NO. She saw only the clay chalices with candles still lit upon the ground. She was standing in the middle of the circle. She reached up for her locket, gone. Angelus had broken it when he grabbed for her. NOOOOOO, ...WILLIAM.... WILLIAM she screamed. She was flooded with incredible rage. She dropped to her knees, William... William she sobbed over and over again. Her William was dead. Angelus had killed him. Willow fell upon the ground weeping and crying her beloved husband's name over and over until she was hoarse.

Las Vegas Nevada

April 29th, 1999 12:05a.m.

Spike was having a fitful dream. He and Dru were arguing as usual over her affections for Angelus.

Suddenly the dreamscape shifted.

He was standing on a windswept moor

A redheaded woman was standing in a diaphanous cream colored garment. The wind was buffeting her red hair about her face He couldn't see her face she was too far away He heard her husky voice carried by the wind:

"Yet in an hour to come, disdainful dust, You shall be bowed and brought to bed with me. While the blood roars, or when the blood is rust

About a broken engine, this shall be.

If not today, then later; if not here

On the green grass, with sighing and delight, Then under it, all in good time, my dear,

We shall be laid together in the night, And ruder and more violent, be assured, Then the desirous body's heat and sweat That shameful kiss by more than night obscured Wherewith at length the scornfullest mouth is met. Life has no friend; her converts late or soon Slide back to feed the dragon with the moon."

Her voice, words, and transparent gown were powerfully erotic. He felt himself harden in desire for this creature.

Her voice changed and she began screaming his name over and over in a panic:

"WILLIAM, WILLIAM WILLIAM"

He ran towards her, yet she was farther and farther away

Spike woke in a cold sweat from his dream.

Spike rolled out of bed, placing his cold feet upon the even colder floor. < Bloody nightmares about Dru and.. some strange redheaded women, calling him by his given name. Although he had not drunk any alcohol, the strange dream left him with a hangover. His stomach was in knots and his brain felt all fuzzy. Spike didn't recall much of his life as a mortal. The demon liked it that way. Spike had an inkling he was once a wuss. Well nothing cures a hangover better then fresh blood. < A blue moon, a good time to hunt>

Spike had been in Las Vegas for two months. He had done well at the gaming tables and had won a shitload of cash from the casinos. He frequently spent his days in the dimly lit casinos and his night pounding the strip for prey. Las Vegas had such a varied assortment. Spike thought he might stay here permanently. He had left Dru behind in Brazil yet again. He told himself it was for good this time.

He enjoyed the scantly clad showgirls, the brightness of lights at night, and the wide assortment of people.

Spike was careful not to drain anyone dry, no need to draw any unnecessary attention to himself.

He showered and tried to clear the last vestiges of the dream from his head. "He began to sing along wit the radio in his suite.

April 30, 1:00 a.m. 1999

Xander was leaving the Bronze. He just had a nasty run in with Corrode. Course he was having a bad time before that. None of his bestest buds were. Buffy was doing patrol, although she said she would stop by after. Xander had visions of her with Angel. Nobody said dead boy couldn't give her a happy.

His thoughts shifted to his Will's; not anymore, since the whole ' my best friend's a hottie Ye...ah Baby'.

Now he wasn't even allowed to touch her casually. She's probably with Oz in the back of his van.....Stop it Xan-man. Maybe he'd swing by the library and see what the G-man was up to. GADS listed to yourself Xander shock his head sadly and went home.

1:00 a.m. Sunnydale Library

Giles decided to call it a night. It had taken him hours longer than expected to research. Giles thoughts drifted to Willow's amazing prowess with the dreaded machine. He continued to have renewed respect for the girl. He smiled to himself, he had a special bond with Buffy, but he admitted to himself Willow was really his most favorite. At times he worried more about her than the others; Buffy had her slayer powers, himself and Angel to look out for her. Everyone knew God watches out for little children and fools, so that kept Xander save. No omnipotent being would dare mess with Cordellia. Oz was a werewolf. But Willow her inquisitive mind, her quiet, methodological way, along with her burgeoning powers as a witch worried him.

He opened his door and bent down to retrieve his mail. He casually sorted it, bill, bill, .. unmailed letter with note attacked. Hmmm, Giles read the note attached to the sealed envelope.

Dear Mr. Giles,

Willow asked me to give you this on Monday if I didn't see her at school. My father and I have to leave town tonight because my grandmother is very sick. PS Willow made me promise not to open the letter or give it to you unless I didn't see her at school.

I know Willow well enough to know this has something to do with witchcraft, anyway I couldn't leave town just in case.

Amy

< Saint's in heaven> Giles ripped into the envelope.

Dear Giles,

If you are reading this it means something has likely gone wrong. (His heart started beating double time)

I performed a time travel spell, so I could go back before Angel was turned and cursed to anchor his soul permanently to his body. Enclosed are the text and references I used to perform the spell. Please tell everyone I love them, you too Giles.

Giles felt faint, he quickly scanned the rest of the documents. ' Must occur under a blue moon at midnight' 'a glad surrounded by tree in a secluded area should be used for optimal effect'.

He quickly deducted where Willow must have gone to cast the spell. He prayed to every God he knew about, that he was not too late, that Willow was still alive, so that he could KILL HER.

Giles drove like a manic, he was worried since it was long after midnight. He popped the clutch of his care, scrambled out with it running and lights on and dashed into the dark glad where the bright moonlight failed to illuminate.

He passed through the trees into Witch's Hollow. His breath caught in his throat as he saw a lump curled up in the center of a magic circle. His began to breathe as he saw the dark form rocking back and forth. < She's alive> He ran to Willow's side. She was in a fetal position, wearing some dark cloak. She was babbling incoherently, she kept repeating her name over and over 'Will, Will' her voice was cracked and raspy.

"Thank God," Willow he said as he pulled her up into his arms.

Giles next words were silenced in surprise. The girl was soaking wet. She croaked 'Will' and hugged him with more force than it appeared her small body could exert. Her ice-cold lips were covering his and her warm tongue had penetrated his gasping mouth.

He felt his body jerk in response. The shivering girl pulled back her green eyes glistening in the moonlight in horror and sadness. " Not Will" she wailed, clutching her knees to her chest and began to sob and rock anew. Giles wasn't sure if she was suffering from shock, hyperthemia, or madness. It seemed a bit of all three. Giles was frightened, he wasn't sure if Willow knew him, wasn't sure this girl was his Willow at all. He spoke softly to her.

" Willow, I'm here to help you. You need to get warm. I'm going to pick you up and take you home."

Giles thought he should take her to the hospital. He weighed this option. He was actually closer to his house, he could assess her injuries, if he took her to the hospital like this, it would open a lot of questions. Giles knew that Willow's parents were in Europe for the next month.

He kicked open the door and carried the girl upstairs to the bathroom. He knew he needed to get her warm. Her body was shaking from the wet and her teeth were chattering. He set her gently down. He knew he was going to have to hold her up. She was like a rag doll. In the light he could see her swollen red eyes, and face covered with mud except for the clear tear track. Giles turned on the shower explaining that he wasn't going to hurt her, he said he was going to help her get warm in the shower. He wasn't sure if Willow could understand him. She was shaking and had apparently lost her voice but was still rocking and mouthing her name from between her jaw tremors. He striped down to his boxers. He stood Willow up to undress her. He was surprised yet again as he removed her cloak to find her wearing a sheer nightgown that was pasted to her body from the wetness. His body responded, Ripper thought look what the girl is hiding under all those funky clothes. His superego reinstated itself, and berated himself for his thoughts. He pealed the wet gown off and lifted her into the shower, holding her around the waist, careful to keep her body away from his traitorous one. He told himself he was scanning her body for signs of injuries. He noted some slight discoloration about her hips and breast. Her pale skin reflected what looked like signs of lovemaking. He felt a surge of envy at the man who Willow had taken as her lover. ' Oz or Xander' he wondered. He lifted her wet hair to look for signs of vampire marks, and was relieved to find no puncture wounds. He did see what the youth called two large hickeys or either side of her throat.

He pulled her out of the shower and wrapped her in a large bath towel, carried her into his bedroom, lay her on the bad. She had stopped shaking, and was not rocking nor making any sounds at all. Her eyes were open and looked lifeless. Giles continued to talk softly to her, telling her he was going to get dressed, and take care of her. He dried off, slipped on his robe. He quickly dried Willow off. And slipped a white dress shirt over her head. He picked her up again in his arms and carried her downstairs. He was going to try and get some warm tea with sugar into her. She appeared in shock.

He sat her on the couch and made a cup of tea. She took several swallows. Tears began to run down her face once again. Giles's didn't know what else to do. He took her into his arms. She crawled deeper into his embrace hugged him about the neck and burred her face into his shoulder crying softly. He held the fragile girl as she wept, petting her back and head.

Xander saw Giles lights still on as he was walking by. He decided to peak in the side window to see if the G-man was still up. He was feeling kinda hungry and Giles always had food. Xander's mouth fell open. He saw Giles in a robe, holding a woman dressed only in a shirt. He took in her long slim legs, red hair,

'OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS. IT"S WILLOW Xander shut his eyes, < just a hallucination> he looked again and saw Giles petting Willow's back and hair, her head barried in his neck.

Xander couldn't believe his eyes. < Hands, hands he could hear her say. > Giles's had his hands all over her half-naked body! He felt tears well up in his eyes. < How come she didn't tell me. How long has this been going on? They look pretty damn cozy to me. >

Xander turned and left. He felt like somebody kicked him in the stomach. He felt like he was loosing everyone important in his life. He couldn't seem to stop the tears.

Xander was grabbed from behind. A voice, " for someone who dislikes the undead you're walking around in a daze like a neon sign that flashes fresh blood."

Xander recognized deadboy's voice. Angel let him loose, Xander whirled around and connected with the vamp's jaw. Angel's head snapped back, and he managed to duck as Xander swung at him again.

"Easy, Xander... I was just making a point... " He said ducking and trying to deflect Xander's blows. After taking another punch to the gut. Angel vamped out."

" Xander pulled a stake out of his jacket, " how about I make a point for you!"

"That's enough," he said stepping out of range.

Xander charged at him again. Angel knocked the stake away and pinned him to the ground.

Xander continued to swear and damn him.

Angel noted the young man had been crying. He moved off Xander,

" What is it... , what happened.. Is Buffy all right?" Angel asked in concern.

Xander hauled himself to his feet glaring at Angel, "She's fine" he replied, turned his back and walking away.

"Hey, man what is it?" Angel asked moving astride< I've never seen the kid cry before let alone be brave or stupid enough to attack me. >

"Fuck off, like you care, you probably already know." < I'm just Zeppo, donut boy>

"Know what? You're scaring me Harris." Angel replied solemnly

Xander felt his eyes well up with fresh tears.

"Is it Cordy?" Angel asked.

Xander snapped, "Giles is screwing Willow!" he shouted. < Great a litter louder I don't think the whole town just heard me. >

"He's messing with her head somehow?" Angel asked puzzled. "No, not Giles, you've misunderstood."

"Do I need to draw you a picture, Deadboy. He's screwing her, getting horizontal, banging, boinking her ...fucking her!" he hissed.

Angel's eyes narrowed in disbelief, shook his head, paused... " Have you been drinking, taking drugs Harris?"

"I just came from his house. I saw them together, half dressed, all over one another." He growled

Angel didn't know what to say, < Giles and Willow? > " I'm sorry, I didn't know"

" Yeah, me neither" Xander mumbled and continued walking towards his home.

Willow woke up, her conscious mind knew William was dead. She felt an incredible void; part of her was dead also. She wasn't sure where she was. She looked around and saw Giles sleeping awkwardly in an easy chair; his legs propped up on the bed she inhabited. Willow's mind replayed bits and pieces of the evening before in a flash. Watching her husband killed by a demon. Cold... rage.... Grief.... Giles.... naked shower...< Goddess he's seen me naked ...> Willow shook her head, so what.. nothing matters except William, tears formed once again. Willow was suddenly hit with a lightening bolt of inspiration. < Duh Witch extrodinaire, you were ment to be with him, you traveled through time to be with him once, JUST GO BACK AGAIN. I can use my powers; I know what happens with Angelus... I can change things. > Willow practically bounced upon the bed.

"Willow, are you all right?" Giles asked sleepily < Blessed be she looks better, like her old self>

< Uh Oh multiple part test questions followed by a stern lecture coming up; Come on Rosenberg, you've never choked on a test yet. I hate lying ... just look at the man he a wreak. >

" What happened Giles?" she croaked. < My throat is killing me>

"Willow, don't you remember?" he asked.

"No, what am I doing here?" she managed to ask innocently, as she looked away from Giles and arose from bed."

Willow realized she was wearing one of Giles shirts; it barely covered her ass and she didn't have on any underwear. She blushed beat red and glanced back at Giles who was also blushing trying hard to be Mr. Cool. He stood up and stammered.... "Why don't I find you something to wear." He pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and an old Oxford sweatshirt. " I'll just take my things and change in the other room and I'll meet you downstairs and we can talk."

< Think fast girl... Just say you can't remember what happened with the spell, say it didn't work. Buck up and take the lecture...>

Willow smiled as she slipped on the oversized sweatclothes. < I haven't worn anything comfortable in almost three months. ... I'm going to have to be careful, I've been away a long time, but everyone here saw me last yesterday morning..... It will take some time to prepare for this time. Hehe.. I have time on my side. I can do research the proper way; ties up any loose ends...make my good-byes. I need to become stronger and more focused in my witchcraft so I can handle any demons... a particular nasty demon 'Angelus' before I go back. Buffy, Eweeee How can she love that monster, I'll kill the bastard... I will be ready when I go back. >

Willow caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. < Man I look ten times worse then Giles>

Her complexion was even paler than usual; her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Willow took a deep breath, time to face G-man.

Upon entering the kitchen she saw Giles removing some scrambled eggs off the stove.

Willow caught a whiff and felt... no... knew she was going to heave. She made it to the sink, and heaved. Giles was by her side " Are you all right... here sit down.." he offered guiding her to a chair.

" I'm fine... water..> She rasped.

Willow continued with her charade of ignorance and selective amnesia with Giles. She admitted to him what she was originally attempting but explained things got very fuzzy after that. Giles was still going strong in his lecture; he had been talking for at least fifteen minutes already.

"... took years off my life Miss. Your good intentions are going to be the death of you... You must vow to not practice witchcraft without my supervision." He said sternly

Her eyes remained downcast as Giles ranted. Willow didn't have to feign guilt and remorse for lying to her mentor and causing him so much distress.

" I'm so sorry Giles" she said tears upon her checks. Willow stood and hugged Giles.

" It's over now" he clucked

< No not yet, she thought>

Giles insisted on driving her home. He questioned her for the thousandth time if she was feeling well enough to be alone or had any ill effects from the spell.

She thanked Giles; " I'll see you on Monday

Willow ran upstairs and logged on her computer. She began by ordering some more witchcraft supplies over the net and requested then to be shipped fed-ex. Her parent's had left their gold visa card for her before going on their trip to Europe. Next she started searching for powerful protection spells.

Spike lay awake listening to the women snore beside him. He had a smorgasbord of blood tonight before going to the gaming tables. Just before dawn he picked up a fetching brunette to shag. He brought her back to his suite; he was enjoying their sex when he was struck by a strange vision. The women's visage changed before his eyes. Her skin paled, her body became slimmer, .... silky red hair... pert breasts.. He was overwhelmed with lust for this creature. He buried himself into her, thrusting madly and was wracked by an incredibly powerful orgasm. He shouted " Willow." Spike was puzzled as to why this had happened. Why was he besieged by erotic visions of the slayer's shy little witch. His body stirred once again as he thought about this red-haired witch. He rolled over and woke his companion.

Spike's companion left him at about two in the afternoon. He was knacker out. He had allayed his lust twice more with the woman. Each time the little witch entered his thought... He still felt besieged by some unfulfilled longing. He drifted off into a restless sleep. He dreamed:

He was on a windswept moor. He felt sunlight on his face, and the gentle breeze caressed his face. He watched her running. He could hear her laughter, His heart swelled with pure joy. He chased after her...caught her in his embrace.. twirled her around making her scream in delight. She smelled sweeter than the air. Her scent, lavender and vanilla. He ached to kiss her lips. He captured her lips in a burning kiss. Her lips tasted of strawberries. He sought entrance to her hot inviting mouth. Her teeth scraped and sucked at his bottom lip. He slowly ran his tongue along her top lip; she released his lower lip and sought to duel with his tongue and mouth. He lowered them to the ground. He kissed and licked at her throat. He moved his hands lower to caress her breast through her blouse. She purred and arched her lower body into growing erection. He freed her breast and licked his way around each caramel colored peak. She grabbed at his hair, moaned and pleaded breathlessly. He ran his angular cheeks across first one and then the other. She opened her legs wider, arched up and intertwined her legs behind his knees grinding her pelvis against his rigid member. He pulled away and his heart lurched at her cry. He unfastened her breaches, and pulled them off in frenzy. He divested himself of his pants, and took her head gently between his hand; he drove his cock into her core. He watched her emerald eyes glow as he brought her climax. Her powerful orgasm drove him over the precipice. He cried out her name: Willow.

Spike awoke as his seed soaked the sheets. < I've had a wet dream about the little wench, unbloody believable. > He rolled out of the soiled bed. < The little witch has put some sort of torturous hex on me. She can't still be upset about the little kidnapping thing? I can't let the little mouse get the better of me.

I'll show her not to mess with the likes of me. He started packing his things. He was going back to Sunnydale.

Willow spent six hours straight with research she was starving and had to use the bathroom. She decided to take a break, go over to Xander's and see if he wanted to get a bite to eat. Willow knew Oz was away with the band until Monday. She knew she was going to have to break up with him. She felt guilty. He had always treated her so well. Willow still cared about him, but she knew love and passion and wanted to end things right. Oz can maybe find someone else to love him, before I leave again.

Willow saw Xander playing some hoops in his drive. He was playing so intently he didn't notice her at first. Willow heart leapt for joy, seeking her oldest friend. Xander she called, and rushed forward to hug him. Xander was all hot and sweaty, but she didn't care. Hey she whispered. Xander stood still like a rock, surprised by her embrace. " Hands Will" he said somewhat testily. " Xander, what's the matter she pulled back and teased, get up out of the wrong side of the bed?"

"At least I know whose bed I'm crawling out of."

"What's the matter Xander? She asked with concern in her voice. " Did you have a run in with Cordellia?"

" Nah Wills" he said looking at her with sadness. < How can I stay mad at her? How did we grow so far apart so quickly>?

" I came by to see if you wanted to get something to eat with me. I've got the Visa Gold" she said smiling.

Xander sighed, " I don't know Will's I'm kinda busy". < What if she doesn't tell me about her and Giles? What if she does, then it will seem all too real. >

"Come on... Please... you pick." She pleaded.

"We can call Buffy,"

"No" she said quickly. " Just me and you like old times."

"K. I've got to grab a quick shower."

"Fine" she smiled, following him into the house.

Spike left Las Vegas at sunset. He cranked his Olds's cassette player. He sang along with Savage Garden's upbeat tune:

Any time I need to see your face,

I just close my eyes

And I'm taken to a place where

Your crystal mind and

Magenta feelings take up shelter

In the base of my spine

Sweet like chic-a cherry cola

I don't need to try and explain:

I just hold on tight

And if it happens again, I might move slightly To the arms and the lips and the face of the human cannonball That I need to, I want to

Come and stand a little bit closer

Breathe in and get a little bit higher

You'll never know what hit you

When I get to you

Ooh, I want you

I'don't know if I need you

But ooh, I die to find out

Ooh, I want you

I don't know if I need you

But Ooh I'd die to find out

I'm the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment Getting comfy getting perfect

Is what I live for

But a look, then a smell of perfume

It's like I'm down on the floor

And I don't know what I'm looking for...

< I'll fix the bloody witch. I'll show her who's the big bad demon round here>

Willow knew Xander would want to go to the pizza place on Herald Place, knew what he would want on it. She knew what kind of ice cream he would order. She wondered if she and William would ever have that kind of placid domestic predictability. < Goddess she missed him>

"Hey Wills how's bout we rent some video's and crash at your bachelorette pad?"

" What Xander," she realized she had lost track of what he was saying. "Sorry, do what?"

"I can't tonight I've got so much research to do for Giles. I promised I would have it done by Monday a.m." she fibbed. < Liar, Liar pants on Fire...>

< Yeah I bet, researching innovative sexual positions> Xander's face flamed.

"Gee Xander, You look kinda flushed, not coming down with anything I hope?" she asked sweetly

" Nah, do you want me to walk you by the library?"

"If you want" She paid the bill and they left.

Willow managed to wade through two ancient texts. One of which she had to use her computer translation program to translate from Gaelic. She had learned more about meditation, and it's connection to revitalizing the soul's energy to be more powerful in spell casting. Willow's head ached, and her head started dropping as she nodded off. < I'll just rest for a little while and then I can research some more. I need to be able to do as much as possible when Giles is not here. >

Willow used her keys to let herself intoGiles small office. She took off her shoes, and curled up on her side on the small loveseat and fell quickly asleep.

"Thank you for meeting me Angel."

" Giles, you don't have to thank me, you know I want to help Buffy all I can."

"Yes, as her watcher, my responsibilities are many and may seem at times unorthodox. Her slayer skills are very good, but she continues to need an edge to stay out of harm's way. That's why I've asked you... well the vampire to spar with me. Not only do I expect I shall be challenged greatly, but I can then use the innovative techniques to help push Buffy's skills.

"Giles we should have a safe word, to know when to stop sparing" Angel offered

"Yes. Hmm good idea; how about stake?"

Angel nodded, "Ready?"

Spike had entered the Sunnydale town limits. < Now where do I find the little nudnik, Lets see where would I be on a weekend night ... the bronze; so what place would be most opposite from fun? The school library... if the girl had a social life she have less time to torment innocent vamps. >

Spike was please with his deductive reasoning. He saw light on in the building. He creeped up to peer in the window. Spike saw Angel, game face, beating the crap out of the watcher. This might be entertaining.

Giles was trying his best to deflect the blows Angel threw. < The vamp certainly wasn't holding back. >

Willow was awoken by what sounded like fighting. She rolled off the love seat, opened Giles desk and grabbed a large stake. She opened his office and her breath caught in her throat.

Giles tripped over Willow's abandoned book bag, and started falling backward.

< Tuff break chap> Spike thought.

From out of nowhere, Spike saw the little redheaded witch charging at Angel's back, stake in hand.

The little girl's possessed. Spike had a brief impulse to help his sire, and he also felt like he wanted to applaud the silly girl. < She going to dust him>

Giles saw Willow as he rolled and shifted from under Angel's lunge. " Stake, he gasped" Angel made effort to move back off Giles. " No.. No.. Willow," Giles shouted and grasped Angel's hand to try and pull him forward and away from Willow's deadly aim.

The momentum of Giles pull, saved Angel from becoming dust, but just barely. Willow buried the stake into Angel back just missing his heart. Angel gasped and fell forward catching himself on his hands. Giles was up and trying to restrain Willow who was know swearing: " I'll kill you ... you bloody murdering bastard.. dust.. I saved your sorry soul from hell.... And I'm sending you straight back there"

Willow thrashed about, as Giles tried to calm her " We were just sparing Willow, Angel was not trying to hurt me.

Angel felt his back and arm were on fire. He staggered up and was stunned to hear and see Willow out of control. He moved slowly forward to try and explain. She broke free from Giles grip, and lunged at Angel. She kicked him in the groin and as he rolled into a ball, she went for the stake. Giles had her arms pulling her back before she could remove it from Angel back. She was practically feral, she spit in Angel's face and cried, " You killed him... you murdering bastard... you killed him.."

Giles managed to pull Willow away and wrap her up in arms. She was crying uncontrollably, her legs sagged and Giles picked her up in his arms.

Spike mouth was hanging open. " Who the hell did peaches kill now? What a hellcat!"

He then saw Buffy and Xander rush into the room, alert and ready to fight as they probably heard the commotion from two blocks away.

< Maybe I need to rethink trying to intimidate the witch. >

Buffy rushed into the room, "Oh Angel" she cried rushing to his side, helping him up. "What happened? Which way did they go? Is Willow all right" Her eyes darting about the room.

Xander was next to Giles, " Wills, are you hurt?"

Giles started barking orders. Take Angel out of here and tend to his injuries. Xander make some tea with lots of sugar for Willow. I'll explain later he replied, taking the sobbing girl into his office.

Spike finally shut his gaping mouth as a bug flew it. He spit it out and leaned closer to the open window to listen.

"Buffy, can you get the stake out," Angel said weakly.

"This is going to hurt, lean over against the check out desk." She grasped the stake and pulled sharply.

Angel moaned and thought for a moment he might lose consciousness. The wound started to mend.

Buffy guided him over to a chair near the conference table. "Who did this to you?... What happened to Willow?"

"Willow" he replied looking down.

"What? < Strange time for you to develop a sense of humor>

"She saw Giles and I sparing... you know I told you we were going to train together... she came out of nowhere. Luckily Giles saw her coming and.. if he hadn't shifted me out of the way quick enough... well"

"Willow" Buffy repeated, not quite believing her friend was capable of this.

"Why would Willow want to dust you?"

"I don't know, she was wild, feral, swearing and swinging she accused me of murdering someone."

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