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Stalkher -- by Ruby
Rating: PG-13
Description: Spike wants Willow.
Note: This is a short one-parter especially for Ali, who wanted a fun little stalking story. Sorry for the groaner of a title. I couldn't resist.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
"Spike!" Willow shouted as he stepped around her, grabbed the stake out of her hand, and shoved it through an attacking vampire's heart. "Don't do that! I had him! He was mine!"
"Sorry, luv," he grinned. "Just wanted to help. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you, would we? That was the last of them, though. You're safe now."
"Thanks," she nodded, then mentally slapped herself and looked angrily up at him. "No! Wait! I retract my thanks! I don't need help. I can take care of myself."
"Of course you can," he agreed. "Slayer, we done here?"
Buffy looked at the blonde vampire and fought a grin as he edged closer to Willow. "Yeah. We can call it a
night."
"Good," Spike looked at the redhead. "Walk you home, pet?"
"Okay," the response was automatic. "I mean, no! I'm completely capable of watching out for myself. I can
certainly walk myself home, Spike." He raised his hands in deference, and she turned and walked away. Xander and Buffy shared an amused glance as the vampire waited until she had turned the corner, then headed after her.
"Willow, you should have said yes to him," Buffy said as a tall, dark-haired young man walked away. "It would do you good to go out with--"
"Darren isn't my type. He's about as bright as asphalt."
"Yeah, but with a butt like that, who cares?" the slayer argued. "It's been six months since Oz left for L.A., and you told me it was a mutual decision to see other people. So, why aren't you--OH! I get it!"
"Get what?"
"You're waiting for someone in particular to ask, aren't you?" Buffy asked with a knowing grin.
"Are you referring to a particular particular, or just a general particular?" Willow asked. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, c'mon! Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way he looks at you! He follows so close behind you when
we patrol, he'd trip over you if you stopped too quickly!"
"Who? Xander? He and I got past that puppy love a looong time--"
"Not Xander! Spike!" The redhead looked at her as if she'd suddenly gone bald, "Spike? Kidnapping, bloodsucking, hold-still-while-I-kill-you Spike? Are you crazy? If he walks close behind me, it's probably to study my neck."
Buffy giggled, "You could be right about that. Maybe you ought to let him have a taste."Willow gasped and jumped up off the bench, "All right, who are you, and what have you done with Buffy?"
"You don't really think he'd hurt any of us anymore," she said. "For all of his grumbling, he likes helping us, especially since it gives him an excuse to keep an eye on you. He's developed a great, big soft spot in his dead heart for you, Will."
"You've developed a great, big soft spot in your head," Willow replied.
Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed softly, "Okay, live in denial. But one of these nights, I fully expect to turn around and find you two in a liplock. Anyway, I'm heading over to the library. See you later."
Willow returned to her dorm room and threw herself down on her bed. She reached for the notebook she had tossed on the nightstand and absent-mindedly flipped through its pages. A soft knock sounded on the door, and she got up to answer it.
"Willow Rosenberg?" the delivery boy standing on the other side asked.
"That's me," she nodded.
"These are for you," he shoved a crystal vase into her hands.
Willow looked at the flowers--a dozen blood red roses arranged around a wooden stake. She looked back up to find the delivery boy gone and a blonde haired vampire in his place.
"Thought I owed you one of those," he grinned, pointing at the stake.
"Oh," she smiled. "They're beautiful."
"Can you come out and play?" he asked and raised an eyebrow. "Or should I come in and--play?"
He chuckled as she blushed in response and set the flowers down on the dresser.
"You followed me home last night," she said.
"That I did," he nodded.
"I told you I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, but why should you?" he asked and leaned down close to her ear. "When I can do it so much better?" Her green eyes sparkled angrily, "Are you paying attention to anything I'm saying?"
"I'm following every word," he assured her as his gaze focused on her lips. "Why don't you invite me in, and we'll talk about it some more?"
"No way am I inviting you in here!" she refused.
"Okay," he nodded and began to speak more loudly. "I can talk from here. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Two young women walking past stared over at the redhead and giggled softly as they continued on their way.
"Spike!" she hissed.
"All that soft, firey hair. It just begs to have a man run his hands through it," the vampire went on. "Or those lips, especially when they do that little pout." Her eyes darted nervously past him as the door across the hall opened, and several students stepped out.
"I could spend the night feasting on those lips and--" She groaned softly as one of the students grinned and called out, "Go, Willow!"
"Then again, it could be your ass. You have the sexiest--"
"Get in here!" she growled and grabbed his hand to yank him inside. She slammed the door shut and felt her cheeks grow hot at the sound of applause from the corridor. Spike chuckled and reached for her, pulling her close to him, "There. That wasn't so hard."
"I'm going to kill you, you know," she warned him.
"Oh, good. Then I get a last request," he laughed. "I'll take this--"
His mouth brushed over hers, and he kissed her softly, gently teasing her lips with his tongue until they opened to him. He deepened the kiss, holding her tightly, before releasing her mouth to allow her to breathe.
"So soft," he murmured in her ear as his fingers ran through her hair. "My Willow."
"Your--" she stopped as her eyes met his, and he smiled softly and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Her hand moved to his cheek, and she brushed her fingers along his cold flesh. He placed his hand over hers and kissed her palm.
"My Willow?" he tried again.
She smiled and put her arms around his neck, "Your Willow. My Spike?"
"Your Spike," he nodded. "Always."
The End
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