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Sway -- by Echo
Rating: PG-13 (For groping)
Description: Spike makes it to Willow's dorm room. Things happen. Sequel to She Just Happened.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns 'em. I just like to borrow 'em. Don't sue please.
Willow's back was to the door when it opened. "That was a fast patrol, or did Spike run and tell you I was upset?" She heard the door close, so she took off her T shirt and tossed it on her bed. She turned and froze.
Spike had lost the ability to think when she'd lost her shirt. She was exquisite. Willow yelped and pulled the shirt back over her head. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"What's going on?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you been casting?"
"What?"
"Spells, witch, have you been casting them?"
"Not lately." He grabbed her arms and shook her.
"You have!"
"Have not!" He shook her again.
"You did something to me!"
"Stop it! I did not!" Her eyes were wide with fear. He shoved her away and she fell on her bed.
"I know you didn't."
"Spike, I don't understand."
"I can't stay. I'm sorry." He walked to the door. Willow jumped up. Right as he opened it, she threw herself against it.
"No."
"Willow, get away from the door."
"Not until you tell me exactly what it is you think I did to you."
"I told you, I realize you didn't."
"Didn't what?"
"Put a spell on me, you bloody little witch. Are you daft?"
"Why would I do that?"
He reached for the doorknob. "I'm going."
She shoved him away with all her might. He stumbled a few steps back. "No."
"Willow, what the bloody hell's gotten into you?"
"You're not going. I want to know exactly what kind of spell you think I cast on you."
"Well, I won't tell you."
She walked to him slowly. "I don't cast on my friends. Not anything harmful, anyway. And before you mention the other, I'll remind you that was an accident. I didn't know it would go that way. I only wanted to feel better. I just wonder how you could think so little of me."
"What?"
"You're a part of us, Spike. How could you think I'd do something bad to you?"
"I didn't. It wasn't necessarily bad. I just couldn't explain it." He turned away from her eyes.
She put a hand on his shoulder. "Explain what?" He closed his eyes. His skin was alive under her hand. He could smell vanilla and cloves. "Spike?" He turned and shoved her away from him. She fell on the bed for the second time that night. "What the hell was that for?"
"I CAN'T!" He ran for the door. He didn't make it. She tackled him. He was so shocked the next thing he knew she'd rolled him over and straddled him.
"Can't what?" He stared at her. He shouldn't. He knew he really should not. Willow was caught off guard when he rolled to the side pinning her underneath him. He tried the resistance thing. It hadn't worked. Now he was going to give in. Damn everything else.
"This." He leaned down. Willow closed her eyes. His lips were cold. He pulled up and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed. She was just lying there. He made a move to get off of her. Her hands shot out grabbing his wrists.
"Don't you dare." She was looking right into his eyes. "You thought I cast a love spell on you?"
"Maybe."
"You did."
"I know you didn't. It's not your style, Love."
"Angel dreamt this would happen."
"What do you mean?"
"That's why he's here. He had some nightmares about us or something. He even got Giles all worked up about it. Giles asked me if we were involved."
"What?"
"I know crazy, right?"
"Yeah right. Right up until now."
"Yeah."
"I should go."
"You probably should. Angel's probably timing you to see how long you stay in here."
"You're right." He got up and helped her to her feet. He turned the doorknob, and she stopped him. He looked at her. She grabbed the back of his head and put her mouth over his. He let go of the door and put both hands on her waist. She pressed up against him and pushed her tongue further into his mouth. Spike slid one of his hands to cup her backside. She moaned into his mouth. And then they heard the slayer's voice.
Willow jumped away as if she'd been burned. Spike was about to say something when the door swung open. He hid behind it. Buffy stomped into the room.
"Hey, Will." She tossed her bag on the bed and began sifting through her dresser. Willow motioned for Spike to leave. He shook his head no. She pleaded with her eyes. He ducked out the door. Willow shut it right as Buffy turned. "Are you ok? You were acting a little funny earlier."
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired."
"Yeah, you said that earlier. You look flushed. Are you getting sick?"
<Oh, yeah. I just kissed Spike. I'm getting REAL sick.> "Uh, no." Willow felt the room get a little hotter. She walked to the window and opened it. She was about to duck back in when she saw him standing there. They just stared at each other. She didn't want to look away.
"Willow?"
"Huh?" She turned and looked at Buffy.
"What are you looking at?"
"Uh, nothin'." Buffy stuck her head out the window. Willow looked. He was gone. Then she spotted his hair. He was watching the two of them from the bushes. She pulled Buffy back inside. "So how was second sweep?"
"Better. Not an undead creature was stirring. Look, I'm gonna shower before I go to bed since I'm sweaty Buffy right now."
"Oh, ok." Willow sat on her bed. She seemed out of it.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine, Buffy." Buffy looked at her oddly then took off for the showers.
Willow was so not fine. Her emotions were all in a tizzy. She wasn't really sure what had gone on with her and Spike. All she knew was the stability she thought she'd created since Oz took off had started to sway, and she wasn't necessarily upset about it. She really hoped Giles didn't ask if she was involved with Spike again. They were involved in something. She just didn't know what it was yet. All she knew was she liked this sway.
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