Flirting With Trouble

By Inell

Title: Flirting With Trouble
Author: Inell
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Joss owns all things BTVS
Distribution: Usual Suspects
Rating: R
Feedback: Gives me a happy
Notes: Something new. Season 4. No Oz/Willow sex thing, as usual.
 

FLIRTING WITH TROUBLE (1/?)
 

Willow smiled as Spike grumbled. Giles just shook his head and walked
to the
kitchen. Spike had been at the Englishman's apartment for three months.
Both
of them were getting fed up with the arrangement. Since Spike still had
his
implant, he was still on their side. She knew that it was reluctantly,
but he
had helped them several times. She had to admit to a small crush that
she had
started having on him. He was so sexy and nice. She'd been surprised by
how
much they had in common once she had gotten to know him....well, as
much as
he'd let any of them know him. He wasn't the most open, talkative guy,
at
least, not about himself.
 

She got up and followed Giles into the kitchen. "Why don't you let him
leave?"
 

"Excuse me?" Giles looked up from his kettle.
 

"Spike. He can't hurt anyone. That was proven with me back in November.
I
don't think he'll go anywhere."
 

"Willow. Do you know what you're suggesting?"
 

"Some peace and quiet for you?" she said, smiling. "Admit it, you hate
him
being here."
 

"Well, it has been a nightmare I must say. But, I can't allow him out
without
someone watching him."
 

"Giles....he can't even bite anyone. I don't think we have to worry.
He's
unhappy. You're unhappy. Why can't you just make both of you happy?
Besides,
then we can have some of our meetings without his wise ass comments at
everything Xander says."
 

"Yes, that would be nice. I have to say that it does sound like a good
idea.
I'll speak to him about it. See if he had somewhere to go. I would love
to
get my couch back. Oh, and he insists on sleeping nude. Makes me stay
in the
room most of the time. Horrid creature."
 

Willow's mind was still on the nude comment. She tried to shake that
image
from her mind. She couldn't tell Giles that the main reason she wanted
Spike
gone was so that her silly infatuation might fade without him around
constantly.
 

In the living room, Spike smiled. The damn chit had convinced the
watcher to
let him go  free. He never imagined the shy little redhead being his
savior.
He knew that if he had to endure the damn watcher's company much
longer, he
would willingly walk into the sun. He heard Willow walk back into the
room.
He looked at her, wondering why she was eager to have him out of the
watcher's place. She glanced up, catching his eyes on her. She blushed
slightly as she grabbed her bookbag.
 

"Bye Giles. I'll see you tonight. Research party." She said loud enough
for
him to hear. Looking at Spike, she said softly, "Bye Spike."
 

Spike watched her leave, his eyes curious. Giles came into the room,
smiling.
 

"Well, Spike, let's say we start looking for you a new place to live."
 

"You kicking me out Watcher?"
 

"I'm not an idiot. I know you had to hear everything we said. I must
say,
Willow had a marvelous idea. I can't wait to get my privacy back."
 

Spike snorted, "Like this has been a picnic for me? At least you got
rid of
the cuffs."
 

"I can always change my mind" Giles said threateningly.
 

"A nice apartment. Somewhere close. Sounds bloody marvelous" Spike
said,
standing and stretching.

*****
FLIRTING (2/?)
 

                 Willow sat down in her American Lit class and pulled out her notebook.
                 She usually loved her lit classes, but this one was different. This one
                 had Marcy Malone, Sunnydale U's answer to Cordelia Chase. Willow had the
                 misfortune of accidentally getting ink on Marcy's sweater soon after
                 school had started. That had been all it had taken for the blonde girl
                 to declare war. Willow was used to Cordelia's assault, so she ignored
                 most of what Marcy said. But, there were times, she let the girl and her
                 friends get to her. She always breathed a sigh of relief when the class
                 was over.
 

                 "You're foot is on my chair" Marcy said, glaring at Willow.
 

                 Willow glanced down and saw both her feet under her own chair. She
                 rolled her eyes. Seemed Marcy was raring to go.
 

                 "Excuse me ugly one. I believe I was speaking to you."
 

                 Willow looked at Marcy's brown eyes. "I'm not touching your chair Marcy.
                 Just leave me alone."
 

                 Marcy sat down, still glaring at Willow. She smiled at her friend
                 Brooke. "So, who are you taking to the Delta's party next week?"
 

                 Brooke smiled. "I don't know. Either Phil or Mark. Can't decide."
 

                 "I'm going with Tom." Terri said, turning to join the conversation.
 

                 Willow listened as the girl's chatted about the fraternity party. She
                 wished the damn professor would get there already. She suddenly heard
                 her name and started listening.
 

                 "Please, little miss virgin? Who'd date her?" Marcy said in disgust.
 

                 "What?" Terri said, not knowing what she'd said to piss Marcy off.
 

                 "Willow couldn't get laid if she paid." Marcy said smirking. "I mean,
                 look at her. That gangly frame. Those clothes. That hair. That
                 complexion. She couldn't get a blind man."
 

                 "I think she's rather pretty." Terri said softly. She thought the
                 paleness paired with the bright green eyes and red hair was attractive.
                 She knew that Marcy hated the girl for some reason. Sighing, she turned
                 around wondering where the Prof was.
 

                 "Pretty? What-ever. No man will ever want her. Hell, she's never even
                 dated anyone. My cousin went to Sunnydale High. He said she was a
                 wallflower, hanging out with some bitch and a geek boy all the time.
                 She's trash. Pure and simple. Complete waste of space."
 

                 Willow fought the tears back. She wouldn't let Marcy see that her
                 comments stung. She felt relief when she heard the Professor begin his
                 lecture. Marcy was right. She was unwanted.

*********
FLIRTING (3/?)
 

                 Willow was thankful when the class ended. She got up and hurried
                 outside. She missed seeing Marcy throw Brooke a triumphant look. The
                 blonde had seen how her words had hurt the redhead. Terri just rolled
                 her eyes and left. She wondered why she even hung around Marcy
                 sometimes.
 

                 Willow finished her classes in a daze. She agreed with everything that
                 Marcy had said. Often told herself the same things. It just hurt more
                 coming from someone else. Especially that bitch. Willow truly despised
                 that girl. Terri wasn't bad. She spoke to Willow on campus quite a bit.
                 She just had terrible taste in friends. Willow decided to head to Giles'
                 apartment early.
 

                 She smiled when she thought about how much happier the watcher had been
                 the last month. Spike had found a nice apartment, about a mile from
                 Giles and a few miles from campus. Both of the men were much easier to
                 get along with. She still had her crush on Spike. His leaving didn't
                 change that. In fact, it had almost made it worse. She now had the
                 strong desire to walk by his apartment on her way back to the dorms. The
                 problem being his apartment was in the opposite direction.
 

                 Giles was happy to see her and put her straight to work researching. She
                 looked at the book, not really reading anything. Marcy's mean words
                 still echoed through her mind. She barely nodded when Buffy and the
                 others showed up. She didn't even notice Spike coming in griping about
                 his neighbor.
 

                 Buffy saw Willow and knew something was wrong with her friend. She was
                 too pre-occupied. She hadn't turned a page in ten minutes. "Willow,
                 would you help me in the kitchen?"
 

                 "What?" Willow looked at Buffy in surprise.
 

                 "Kitchen. You. Now." Buffy said, smiling, her eyes giving no room for
                 discussion.
 

                 "Ok." Willow stood and looked at her friend curiously. She shook her
                 head as she went into the kitchen. Who knew what went through the
                 slayer's mind.
 

                 Buffy followed Willow. Spike glanced around before moving to sit at the
                 dining room table, right by the kitchen. He wanted to hear what had the
                 little red head upset. He couldn't ask, but the slayer could.
 

                 "Ok. Spill it. What has you acting like someone killed your cat? Talk to
                 me or so help me, I'll sit here until you do."
 

******
FLIRTING (4/?)
 

                 "Buffy" Willow said, rolling her eyes.
 

                 "Don't you Buffy me. I know when something is bothering you. What's
                 wrong?"
 

                 Willow sat down and put her head on the small table. "It's stupid."
 

                 "Tell me."
 

                 "Do you know Marcy Malone?"
 

                 "Bitchy blonde, right?"
 

                 "That's her. Well, she sits in front of me in American Lit. She hates
                 me. Treats me worse than Cordelia ever could imagine."
 

                 "Good grief. Why haven't you mentioned anything before?"
 

                 Willow laughed, "Why? I usually ignore her. Today, well, she was rather
                 ruthless. I just couldn't ignore it as usual."
 

                 "What did she say?" Buffy demanded.
 

                 "You can't stake her, so calm down."
 

                 "I could hurt her a little. Couldn't I?"
 

                 "No. I'm being stupid, Buffy. Just drop it."
 

                 "What did she say?"
 

                 "She said that no man would ever want me. That I was trash and couldn't
                 get a blind man to date me. I think she also said something about being
                 a silly virgin and not being able to pay a man to take me."
 

                 "That bitch. I'll kill her."
 

                 "What she was true." Willow said softly.
 

"No it wasn't. You're beautiful. You just don't have any confidence."
 

"Oh yeah. I see the guys beating down my door. Better get a stick to
keep them off" Willow said dryly.
 

"Will."
 

"Buffy, I'm cool with it. It just sort of hurt hearing someone speak my
thoughts out loud. I'm over it. Talking about it made it leave my mind.
 See? I'm smiling."
 

"Why don't you come to the Bronze with Riley and me tomorrow. Get outand loosen up. Xander and Anya are meeting us there. It will be fun."
 

"Thrill a minute I'm sure." Willow saw Buffy's determined look. "You
won't let me leave until I agree will you?"
 

"Nope."
 

"Fine, I'll go party down with you guys."
 

"Good." Buffy smiled. "Now, let's research so we can get out of here
early."
 

Spike turned his attention back to the book in front of him. It wouldn't
do for them to see the violence in his eyes. If it weren't for this damn
 implant, he'd find that Marcy bitch and rip her open. He had heard the
tone in Willow's voice. She was hurting. She also believed all that
nonsense the girl had said. He  smiled slowly. The Bronze, the slayer
said. He suddenly knew how to repay his debt to Willow.
 

*******
FLIRTING (5/?)
 

                 "Having fun?" Riley asked.
 

                 Willow looked at him and tried to smile. "Loads."
 

                 He shook his head and smiled, "Tell me that again where I'll believe
                 you."
 

                 "Sorry. This wasn't my idea, trust me."
 

                 "Buffy" they both said together, then laughed.
 

                 "Did I hear my name?" The slayer asked, sitting down and placing drinks
                 on the table.
 

                 "Must be your imagination." Willow said straight faced.
 

                 "Riley...." Buffy said warningly.
 

                 He shrugged, "We were discussing who's brilliant idea this loud music
                 filled evening was. Your name came up."
 

                 "The party can begin because we are here." Xander said, taking a seat.
 

                 Anya looked at them apologetically, "Sorry. I've tried to change him.
                 Just can't do it."
 

                 They all laughed as Xander sputtered.
 

                 "Isn't this fun?" Buffy said, taking a handful of tortilla chips.
 

                 Riley and Willow looked at each other then started laughing. Buffy
                 looked puzzled.
 

                 "Sorry...private joke" Riley said winking at Willow. She rolled her eyes
                 and took a sip from her soda.
 

                 "Well, well, well. I would have thought it past your curfew, Willow."
 

                 Willow froze and turned slowly to see Marcy, Terri, Brooke and their
                 respected clan standing behind her. Buffy made a slight movement,
                 gripping her glass tightly.
 

                 "Not for a few more hours" Willow said, staring the girl down.
 

                 "Meow. Backed by your nothing little friends you have claws. Why, I
                 don't see anyone beside you. Imagine that. Poor little thing dateless,
                 as usual."
 

                 "Sorry I'm late pet. Got held up. Pesky sun and all."
 

                 Marcy and her group along with Willow and her friends all turned and
                 gawked at the man standing there. Spike was wearing his tightest black
                 jeans and shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes. His trusty
                 leather duster hung from his muscular shoulders. Before Willow or anyone
                 else could say anything, he stepped forward and took her face in his
                 large hand.
 

                 His eyes softened as they looked at her, "Forgive me?" he asked
                 sensuously before taking her mouth with his.
 
 

******
FLIRTING (6/?)
 

                 Willow fought the impulse to pull away from him. Instead, she gave into
                 the moment, leaning towards him slightly. She felt his tongue outline
                 her lips and sighed softly. He took advantage of her open mouth to slip
                 his tongue inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he moved between her
                 legs. She felt the leather of his coat against her bare knees. She moved
                 her arms around his head, running her fingers through the blond locks.
 

                 Buffy wasn't sure what to do. Spike was practically eating Willow in
                 front of them. She should be pulling him away and staking his skinny
                 ass. But, she saw the expression on Marcy's face and didn't. The girl's
                 mouth was hanging open unattractively. She was in total shock. Almost as
                 much as Xander and the others. Buffy briefly had another doubt about
                 allowing that kiss to continue, but she trusted Willow.
 

                 Willow gasped as Spike moved his hands around to cup her ass. He moved
                 her forward on the stool, bringing her in direct contact with his
                 hardening bulge. She moved her slim legs around his denim clad ones,
                 holding him in place as the searing kiss continued.
 

                 Terri almost laughed at the expression on Marcy's face. She looked at
                 Willow and her man. The guy was gorgeous. Tall, blond, muscular, great
                 cheekbones, nice ass, plus that killer accent. Here Marcy was saying
                 that no man would want Willow. Hell, she had a better man than any of
                 them. Terri took one last glance at that nice ass before turning and
                 walking to their table in the corner. She thought it time for them to
                 move on.
 

                 Willow felt Spike's hand on her stomach and her mind sent a red flag.
                 She was in a public place. Hell, Buffy was right behind her. She was not
                 going to let whatever game he was playing turn into something
                 embarrassing. She pulled away and looked at him, unaware of the desire
                 in her eyes.
 

                 Spike took in her mussed hair, the swollen lips, the tangled skirt. He
                 was hard. He hadn't counted on the chemistry that had flared between
                 them. He figured he'd come in, let her be seen with him, leave. Maybe a
                 nice peck or two for appearances sake. He'd not thought the small girl
                 would pack such a wallop.
 

                 "Dance with me pet" he said huskily. He couldn't walk away from her. The
                 damn jeans were so tight everyone would see exactly what he thought of
                 her.
 

                 "Spike" she said hesitantly, unaccustomed to seeing lust in a man's
                 eyes. She saw Marcy watching out of the corner of her eyes. Damn bitch.
                 Let her think Spike's mine. "Sure. Something slow."
 

                 "All the better to hold you, luv." He said seeing the mischief in her
                 eyes. He played his part as he pushed past the bitch called Marcy,
                 knocking her into a table. "Sorry."
 

                 Marcy watched them move to the dance floor. She motioned to Brooke and
                 they went to join Terri and the others at their table. Her eyes stayed
                 on the red and blond heads on the floor. She could have sworn that the
                 girl was pure. It sure didn't look that way anymore. Man, her guy was a
                 hottie. Marcy briefly wondered if she could steal him away. But, she saw
                 the look in those blue eyes and decided not to risk it. It appeared that
                 he was in love with Willow, of all people. She sat down and watched them
                 dance.
******
FLIRTING (7/?)
 

                 Willow danced with Spike. She was shocked to fill his erection against
                 her stomach. Had she done that? Just by kissing him? She felt her face
                 flush at the implication. Spike couldn't want her.
 

                 "That bitch is still watching" he said softly, his lips by her ear.
 

                 She started, surprised to feel him so close. "Who?"
 

                 "That Marcy girl. Isn't she the one you told the slayer about?"
 

                 Willow pulled back and looked at him, keeping up their slow movements.
                 "How did you know that?"
 

                 He rolled his eyes. "Pet, I'm a vampire. Super dooper hearing and all
                 that jazz. One of the perks to being a blood sucker. I heard you two
                 talking last night."
 

                 "That's what this is."
 

                 "Huh?"
 

                 "You felt the need to save me. Why? You don't even like any of us."
 

                 He lowered his voice, pulling her in tight against him. "Oh, I like you
                 pet. Can't you feel? What do you say we give that bitch a real show?"
 

                 "I need to sit down." Willow said softly.
 

                 "Scared?" he taunted.
 

                 Her eyes sparked. "Fine. A show. It will serve her right. Maybe she'll
                 leave me alone. What do you have in mind, Fang?"
 

                 "Must you call me that?"
 

                 "Do you prefer Deadboy?"
 

                 "Fang it is. Just follow my lead. Don't protest or it won't work. You
                 game?"
 

                 "I can take anything you can dish out, PET" she hissed the last word. It
                 wasn't bad enough fending off Marcy's attack. Now Spike was messing with
                 her.
 

                 He twirled around to the darkest corner of the Bronze. He scanned the
                 room and saw that Marcy was the only one still watching them. The slayer
                 and the others had gone back to their conversations. Good. He would get
                 to relieve his growing desire plus he'd help repay the little chit.
 

                 Willow gasped as Spike pushed her against the wall. The darkness of the
                 corner enveloped them. No one would really notice them unless they were
                 deliberately looking. Spike moved his hands up underneath Willow's
                 shirt. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing the bra up and freeing
                 them. She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth on her neck. His kisses
                 light and soft.
 

                 Spike grinned against her at her response. He knew that she would be
                 passionate. He'd seen it flash in her eyes before. He moved his free
                 hand down and pushed her skirt up. This wasn't about love or softness.
                 It was about need. He needed to sink himself deep inside her. He knew
                 that it would have to wait though. Instead, he kneeled at her feet, his
                 blond head going underneath her skirt.
 

                 Willow hit her head on the wall as Spike ripped her panties off. She
                 felt his tongue on her and gasped softly. She bit her lip as she watched
                 the people dance. No one knew they were there. She couldn't believe her
                 first sexual experience was happening in the corner of the Bronze with
                 Spike, of all people. She felt his fingers slide into her tight opening
                 and cried out softly.
 

                 He began to thrust them inside her, his tongue lapping at her clit. She
                 closed her eyes and gave into the feelings. She felt her stomach tighten
                 and she moaned loudly. Several of the dancers heard and looked around.
                 They watched as she came against Spike's face. He moved out from under
                 her long skirt, standing up and meeting her mouth in a long kiss.
 

                 She tasted her juices on him, opening her eyes. She was barely able to
                 stand, his arm holding her up. She distantly heard applause and looked
                 over his shoulder, her face turning red. Most of the people in the club
                 had found their hiding place, watching as she had come.
 

                 Spike smiled at her, kissing her again, making her forget the clapping
                 and the stares. Marcy just shook her head. She'd been wrong about
                 Willow, she could see that now. My God, the girl had just been eaten out
                 by that gorgeous hunk in front of about two dozen people.
 

                 Buffy heard the clapping and whistling. She looked around and saw Spike
                 and Willow kissing against the wall. She saw the way Willow's skirt was
                 riding up. What the hell had she missed?
 
 

******
FLIRTING (8/?)
 

                 "Spike....I need to breathe."
 

                 "Oh, forgot pet. Sorry." Spike pulled away, his erection throbbing. He
                 wanted nothing more than to take her right there against the wall.
                 Unfortunately, people knew that they were there now. He smiled. So, she
                 was a screamer. He'd have to remember that. Hell, it would surely piss
                 his neighbor off.
 

                 "What just happened?"
 

                 "We played a little game. Your little friend got to see how desirable
                 you are. She should leave you alone now luv."
 

                 Willow felt his hardness against her. She noticed that most of the
                 people were ignoring them now that the show was over. She had a brief
                 impulse and decided to go with it. She moved him towards the chair that
                 was sitting by them. She pushed him into it.
 

                 "She's still watching. I think we need to begin round two." Willow said,
                 looking him over and licking her lips.
 

                 Spike felt his dick harden even more. The lust in her eyes. She couldn't
                 possibly be thinking what he thought she was thinking. He watched amazed
                 as she knelt in front of him. She was.
 

                 Willow felt a tinge of fear go through her. Hell, what was she worried
                 about? Everyone already thought she was a slut. Why not go the whole
                 nine yards. She unzipped his jeans, freeing his large cock. Her eyes
                 widened at her first sight of one. It was thick and long, the tip
                 glistening with wetness. She ran her finger over that milky substance
                 and brought it to her mouth. She heard Spike groan deep in his throat as
                 she sucked her fingers into her mouth.
 

                 She closed her eyes enjoying his flavor. She moved quickly, her mouth
                 taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She was playing this by ear,
                 having never done it before. She hoped she could give him the same
                 pleasure he'd given her.
 

                 Spike fought for control as her warm, wet mouth touched him. He almost
                 shot his load at the first contact. His hands gripped the side of the
                 table behind him, his knuckles white, as she began to slowly lick his
                 length. He knew she wouldn't be able take all of him. He was surprised
                 she was able to get as much as she did down her throat. He felt her
                 throat muscles tighten as she began to bob her head. He moved one and
                 entwined it in her red mass of silky hair. He began to guide her as he
                 thrust into her mouth. Soon, he closed his eyes and grunted as he shot
                 his load.
 

                 Willow swallowed as much as she could. It didn't seem like it would ever
                 end. She finally removed her mouth, tucking his limp cock back into his
                 jeans. She zipped him, surprised to feel his tongue licking the seed
                 from her chin. She saw the glazed look in his eyes and smiled. She'd
                 done well. She looked behind him and shot a triumphant smile at Marcy
                 who turned red. Willow again kissed Spike deeply, forgetting about that
                 blond bitch.
 

                 "We need to leave luv" Spike said hoarsely.
 

                 "Why?" she asked curiously.
 

                 "If this continues to where I think it will, we don't need an audience
                 watching."
 

                 "Oh" Willow's face flamed. "I'll tell Buffy you're going to walk me back
                 to the dorm."
 

                 He grabbed her and kissed her, tasting himself on her. "Be fast. I'll
                 pull myself together and wait outside."
 

                 "Ok. I'll hurry." Willow stood, wiping her mouth just in case they'd
                 missed something. She walked with her head held high, past the
                 speculative stares.
 
 

******
FLIRTING (9/?)
 

                 "Buffy, I'm leaving now."
 

                 Buffy looked at Willow, her eyes sweeping over the girl. A suspicion was
                 at the back of her mind. "With who?"
 

                 "Spike" Willow said softly, her face red. She felt as though she had a
                 neon sign on her saying Wanton Woman.
 

                 "Are you going back to the dorm?"
 

                 "Geez, Buff. Are you her new mom?"
 

                 "Stay out of this Xander." Buffy said, her eyes on Willow.
 

                 "I'm sure I'll end up at the dorm. I don't think he plans to take me
                 somewhere and kill me if that's what you're thinking."
 

                 "Killing isn't what crossed my mind." Buffy said smiling slightly.
 

                 "Good grief. Willow isn't about to go fuck the popsicle." Xander said in
                 disgust.
 

                 "Stay out of this" Willow said sharply, surprising them all.
 

                 "Willow" Buffy said, surprised.
 

                 "What? I can go fuck him if I want to. I can not fuck him too. I'm a
                 damn adult. It's my body."
 

                 "But, he's Spike." Buffy pointed out.
 

                 "He's a hottie. Besides, didn't any of you see their little show in the
                 corner? Made me hot and I didn't even have a good seat." Anya said,
                 taking a sip of her drink.
 

                 "Show?" Buffy and Xander asked at the same time.
 

                 Willow saw them look at Anya. She decided to make a run for it. She took
                 off moving quickly. She didn't want Spike to change his mind.
 

                 "He was underneath her skirt. Trust me, it wasn't looking for a contact.
                 Next thing I know, he's sitting and no Willow in sight until she finally
                 stands wiping her mouth. Oral sex. One of the great pleasures in life."
                 Anya said, sitting back.
 

                 "No way. Not Willow. Not here of all places."
 

                 Anya's eyes snapped with anger, "Do you think I'm lying? Ask any of the
                 people on the dance floor. Why do you think they were clapping? Little
                 miss innocent had a nice orgasm in front of them all. She's probably
                 going home with him so they can fuck in privacy."
 

                 "Willow" Buffy turned and saw that her friend had left. She looked back
                 at Anya, "Damn....and I missed all that?"
 

*******
FLIRTING (10/?)
 

Willow finally made her way through the crowd and out the door. She
looked around for Spike. He wasn't there. Frowning, she went to the side
of the Bronze and peered into the alley. No Spike. She sighed when she
realized that he had left without her.
 

He hadn't wanted her. She supposed that he got caught up in the moment
while they were dancing. It had been awhile since he had had a woman.
She was merely a stand in. She shouldn't be surprised. She knew she
wasn't the type to attract someone like him. She was just Willow. She
couldn't face Buffy and the others, not after how she'd acted. She
started off walking back to the dorms.
 

Spike watched her go, wondering why he wasn't with her. Remembering the
slayer, he knew. He'd forgotten who he was with for a few fabulous
moments. She had ceased to be the slayer's friend. Upon entering the
chilly night air, he was reminded of the slayer and the stake she
usually carried around. He couldn't have Willow, not when he couldn't
properly defend himself. Maybe when the implant was reversed he could
take her. Until then, he'd have to be content with following her home to
make sure she was safe.
 

He was surprised when she headed in the opposite direction of the
school. He saw his apartment building and grinned. The little chit
watched his place? He started to move towards her, intent on finishing
what they had started. An image of Buffy and a stake flashed before his
eyes and he settled back in the shadows.
 

Another reason why he hoped they reversed his condition soon. He decided
that this one would stay between himself and his mind. No need to give
the slayer any reasons not to help him. He continued to follow Willow
until she entered the dorm. When he saw her silhouette in the window, he
turned and walked back to his place.

*******
FLIRTING (11/?)
 

Willow sat down and put her head in her hands. She rubbed her temples,
trying to ease her terrible headache. She still had no idea what had
happened to Spike the night before. She had arrived back at the dorm
before Buffy. She had feigned sleep when her friend came in.
 

This morning, she'd gotten up early and left, not wanting to answer any
questions her friend had. Now, she was in American Lit. She was not in
the mood to see Marcy's smug face at all. She wanted to know what had
made Spike leave.
 

"You look fresh as a daisy." The words were spoken with amusement.
 

Willow sighed and ignored the girl.
 

"I'd think you'd be too sore to walk, much less be so energetic."
 

"Just shut up Marcy."
 

"Uh oh...someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I
must say you surprised me Willow. Keeping that hunk hidden away. And
that little show? My my....people are still talking about it."
 

"Yay me" Willow muttered.
 

"I must insist that you and your man come to the Delta party. Consider
this an olive branch from me to you."
 

"I don't think so" Willow said, looking at Marcy.
 

"Why not?"
 

Willow couldn't think of a feasible reason other than her hatred for the
bitch. Somehow she knew refusal would just make things worse. It would
make Marcy suspicious. "Fine, I'll talk to Spike. We might make an
appearance."
 

"Good." Marcy turned around as the professor began his lecture.
 

"Yippee!" Willow said softly, wondering how she'd convince Spike to go
to a college party, especially when he didn't even want to be with her.

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