Taste Of Heaven

By Inell

Title: Taste of Heaven
Author: Inell
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: Usual suspects
Rating: R
Feedback: Would start the year off right
Notes: Something new and a bit different. Let me know if I should
finish. Season 4. No Oz, as usual.
 

TASTE OF HEAVEN (1/?)
 

Buffy and Spike fought the demon's men as Willow began the spell. She
was nervous and her voice shook as she recited the words. Giles was
suppose to be there helping. His lady friend had arrived unexpectedly,
causing Willow to have to do this alone. She saw Riley and Xander
fighting off the men from the other direction. Anya nodded at her. It
was time.
 

Willow stood and allowed the words to go through her. The demon turned
from fighting Buffy and started to move towards her. She kept her eyes
on him, her fear pushed to the back of her mind. The wind picked up as
she got neared the end of the spell. Her red hair flew across her face,
her small hands trying to keep it out of her mouth.
 

Spike reached the demon and began fighting, trying to keep it from his
friend. He sensed her fear and knew that the demon did too. He could
hear her words and knew she was almost done. Suddenly, the demon faced
him and threw him against the wall. He grunted with pain as he heard a
bone break.
 

Willow saw Spike fly and felt her heart speed up. He needed to be ok.
She turned back, and came face to face with the demon. He grabbed her
head, his hand covering her ear and chin. She finished the words with a
yell as pain coursed through her. The demon groaned as it disappeared
in
a bright light. Willow held her head and fell to her knees.
 

Buffy helped Spike up. She still didn't trust him, but he had proven a
faithful ally the last few months. His eyes roamed over everyone,
making
sure that they were ok. He saw Willow on the ground rushed over to her,
ignoring the pain in his leg.
 

"Willow. You did it. He's gone, pet" he said, his hand touching her
back.
 

Willow looked up sharply. "Spike? Are you ok?"
 

"Yes pet. Just a broken bone. It will mend soon enough." He had turned
away, glancing at the others. "We had better leave."
 

Willow looked at him, fear in her eyes. "No" she started to repeat over
and over as she rocked in place.
 

"What?" he looked at her.
 

She felt tears in her eyes, "I can't hear you."
*******
TASTE OF HEAVEN (2/?)
 

"I can't hear you" Willow repeated again. She knew she had said the
words. She couldn't hear anything. It was total silence except for a
low
ringing that was in the back of her head. She shook her head sharply,
as
though this action would suddenly force the sounds to come through.
 

Spike looked at her. Surprisingly she saw concern in those beautiful
blue eyes. He had never struck her as the type to care if anything
happened to any of them. He was only helping them in exchange for food
and for his own safety. It had been a little over four months since his
capture by the initiative. The gang was still trying to find a way to
reverse his implant and stop the experiments. Riley had told them all
that he knew, but it was still too early to make a move. They were in
limbo.
 

She saw his mouth move, her attention focused on his lips. Thin but
full. She felt herself wondering what he tasted like, again. That
thought had often entered her mind, especially after her botched spell
in November. Buffy groaned about Spike taste, but Willow was dying to
experience it. She saw that he had quit talking. She felt a slight
flush
as she realized that she was still looking at his lips. Lips that were
set in a smirk. He had noticed her attention on them.
 

The ringing was fading, replaced by nothing. There was just silence.
She
saw the others watching her curiously. They had no idea what was
happening either. She felt Spike's hand on her arm. With his help, she
stood. Her green eyes skittered around the alley, seeing a car go down
the street. She didn't hear it. She started to fall, only standing with
Spike's help.
 

She finally realized that the demon must have done something to her
before he had died. His large hand on her face. The pain that she had
felt. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to look at Buffy. Her
friend was talking, motioning to the others. She saw worry in the
blonde's eyes. She sighed. She needed to see Giles. She opened her
mouth, not hearing her words.
 

"Take me to Giles." the words were soft but a little louder than usual.
Buffy and the others looked at each other then back at Willow.
 

She saw Buffy's mouth move. "Why?" she imagined was what her friend had
said.
 

Willow laughed slightly. She said dryly, not hearing the lack of
emotion
in her own voice, "It would appear that I'm deaf."
*******
TASTE OF HEAVEN (3/?)
 

Spike saw the look of acceptance in the green eyes. He felt something
go
through him. She didn't deserve that. The watcher would have to fix it.
That was all. Her fragileness at that moment...the determination he saw
her trying to gather, it made him recall Drusilla. Before his dark
Princess had gone completely insane. The same look would be in her eyes
when she tried to fight the madness. She had eventually tired of the
fight, giving in to the insanity that she had fought.
 

Spike saw the long scrape on Willow's leg. The blood was flowing slowly
and he felt his demon start to rise at the scent. Shaking it off, he
reached over and swept her into his arms. She couldn't walk back to the
watcher's house. If she did, it would take them forever to get there.
He
wanted answers now. He had been unable to save Dru from her demons. He
would find a way to save the redhead.
 

Willow gasped as Spike took hold of her. Her arm went around his neck,
trying to keep hold. She saw the surprise in her friend's faces. She
saw
his lips move as he called something out to Buffy. She hated the
silence. She saw Buffy and the others began to walk beside them. She
knew that he was taking her to Giles. She laid her head against his
shoulder. She had a terrible headache that was just getting worse.
 

Willow tried to think about the hard chest that she laying against. She
fought the urge to run her free hand over the developed muscles that
she
moved against with each step. She did give in to the temptation of
smelling him. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent that was
Spike.
He smelled of cigarettes, old leather and...she smiled, vanilla. She
moved her face closer to his neck, until she was actually touching his
soft, cool skin. She wanted so badly to taste him. To see if his skin
tasted of the vanilla that his scent tempted her with. She felt him
move
his arms, bringing her head away from him.
 

She flushed, turning her head into his shoulder. He couldn't know what
she had almost done. She would never face him if he found out about her
infatuation. She instead began to think what she was facing.
 

Spike let out an internal sigh as the girl moved her mouth away from
his
neck. For a brief moment, he would have sworn that she was either about
to bite him or kiss him. Either one brought forth images that he would
be better off not having. Now was not the time to begin lusting after
the slayer's little friend. He only hoped that the loss of hearing was
a
direct result of the demon's demise and not something permanent. He saw
the watcher's apartment ahead and began to walk faster. He needed to
get
her warm, soft body out of his arms before his own body had an
embarrassing reaction.
*********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (4/?)
 

Giles answered the door in his robe. He saw Spike carrying Willow and
knew that something was wrong. He moved to the side, allowing them all
to come in.
 

"What happened?"
 

"The bloody demon did something to her" Spike said. The blond sat Willow
down on the sofe and turned to Giles, his eyes yellow. "She shouldn't
have been doing the spell alone. The demon was strong. I hope your fuck
was worth what she is going through." Spike hissed out.
 

Giles saw the anger and concern in the yellow eyes that glared at him.
"It was a simple spell. I was confidant that Willow would have no
problems with it. Why are you so upset, if you don't mind my asking?"
 

Spike moved forward, intent on showing the watcher just how upset he
was. He felt a hand on his arm and turned, his features going back to
his human face. "Yes pet?" he asked softly.
 

Willow had seen the way that Spike was moving toward Giles. She had no
idea why he was so angry. She was the one that couldn't hear anything.
She shook her head at him, glancing at Giles. "Leave him alone" she said
quietly.
 

"It's his fault" Spike said, again glaring at the watcher.
 

Willow saw the mouth move but couldn't hear the words. She saw Giles
look guilty and understood what Spike was doing. "Not his fault. Demon's
fault."
 

Spike laughed harshly. He knew Willow couldn't understand what he was
saying. He saw Buffy look at him, a small smile on her lips as she sat
down. Her eyes darted from him back to Willow. Damn it, he was playing
the hero. He was getting soft. He looked at Giles, "Fix her" the words
were said with threat and promise.
 

Giles gulped at seeing Spike so close to how he had used to be. He
wondered why the implant hadn't kicked in yet. Then, he realized that
the vampire had done nothing more than speak to him. It was his attitude
that projected evil. "What's wrong with you Willow?"
 

Willow saw Giles say something. She looked at Spike, her eyes imploring.
He knew automatically what she wanted. "I seem to have run into a
problem with the demon" she said as Spike went to retrieve what she
needed.
 

"Yes?" Giles prompted as the others looked at him wearily.
 

Buffy hoped that he could get Willow's hearing back. She hated the idea
that her friend would suffer for something that wasn't even her
responsibility. Buffy watched as Spike thrust a tablet of paper and a
marker at Giles before taking a seat next to Willow. The vampire kept
his eyes focused on her friend except to glare occasionally at Giles.
She was reminded of the way that he had acted around Drusilla when they
had first come to Sunnydale. She knew she should be worried, but she saw
the worry in his eyes. She knew all about Willow's secret crush. She had
been best friend's with her for years. She suddenly was struck dumb with
the possibility that the feeling was mutual.
 

"He took my hearing." Willow said, seeing Giles looking at the tablet
with open curiosity.
 

"Excuse me?"
 

"She's bleeding deaf watcher. Now, fix it."
***********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (5/?)
 

"What?" Giles said looking at Buffy. Seeing her serious expression, he
felt guilt spread through him.
 

"I'm deaf" Willow said again.
 

She still couldn't use to not hearing her own voice. She felt Spike's
cool hand take hers and squeeze it. Somehow he knew that she was feeling
a bit overwhelmed. His touch reassured her and she told Giles what had
happened. She had no idea if she was speaking too softly or too loud.
She was trying to keep her voice the same as it usually was. She hated
all of them looking at her with pity in their eyes. Anya was speaking to
Xander. Xander nodded and kissed her.
 

"Well, I will see what I can find."Giles saw Willow look frustrated and
realized that she couldn't hear him. He wrote his words on the paper,
handing it to her.
 

"See if it is only temporary" Willow said after reading. "I can't stand
this" she whispered.
 

"It may be a side effect of the spell. I'll begin the research now.
Willow should get some sleep."
 

"What about classes?" Buffy asked.
 

"It would be better if she missed until we figure this out. It would be
easier to explain illness than temporary deafness."
 

"I can't leave her alone" Buffy said glancing at her friend. She saw
Willow glaring at them angrily. Remembering, she reached for the table
and wrote the plan out for her friend.
 

"I agree that school would be a problem. I can't stay alone though"
Willow said softly. "I couldn't hear if there was a fire or
anything...."
 

"She's staying with me" Spike said, challenging them to disagree. He
brought her attention to him. Slowly, he spoke clearly, his lips forming
the words. "You stay with me until this is resolved."
 

Willow was able to make out most of his words. She saw Stay me resolved.
He wanted her to stay with him. She felt a small rush of pleasure fill
her.
 

"She can't stay with deadboy" Xander said.
 

"Do you have a better suggestion?" Buffy said.
 

"No" Xander admitted. "I just don't like him being her babysitter."
 

Spike was up in a flash, Xander's neck in his hands, "She is an adult.
She doesn't need a baby sitter. I will be watching out for her and
trying to help her get use to this. Don't ever refer to her as
incompetent again."
 

Xander nodded, breathing in much needed air when the vampire released
him.
 

Spike turned and saw Willow watching him with an unreadable expression
in her green eyes. "We need to get you some things for your stay. Come
along luv."
 

Willow reached for his arm, her head almost bursting from the pain. She
flinched and gripped his arm tightly. She felt his hand on her waist,
bringing her into his lean body. She felt his chin on her head as he ran
his hand down her back, trying to soothe the pain. He waited until she
was steady before walking her out of the apartment.
 

"Well, this has been fun" Anya said, "But we have Willow taken care of
for now. I'm leaving. Xander, come."
 

Xander followed her, saying goodbye.
 

Giles looked at Buffy. "Do you think she is safe with him?"
 

Buffy smiled, "You didn't see the way he fought to keep the demon away
from her. Someone has a crush. She is safer with him than anywhere, I'd
say." Her expression turned serious, "Can we fix this?"
 

Giles sighed, "I don't know...I just don't know."
***********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (6/?)
 

Willow followed Spike into his apartment. He had only lived there for a
little over a month. He had been released from Giles' custody when they
had realized that he was seriously going to stay and help them until
his
implant could be removed.
 

"Hungry?" he pantomimed eating.
 

"Thirsty" Willow said.
 

He went to the kitchen and got a glass. He filled it with ice cubes and
put some water in it. She took it eagerly, drinking it down. He
refilled
it adding more cubes. Smiling slightly, he took her hand and led her to
the bedroom. She looked at him questioningly.
 

He took the table and wrote the words as he spoke them, "I only have
one
bed. I'll take the sofa. Do you need anything?"
 

Willow looked at the sofa then at the bed. "I'll take the sofa."
 

He wrote, "Let me be the gentleman once. I rarely get the chance
anymore."
 

She smiled softly, "You get to be more than you realize...."
 

"I'm not soft luv. Get that sappy look out of those pretty green eyes."
 

Willow read the words and her smile beamed, "You think I have pretty
eyes?"
 

He turned from her, ignoring her question. He knew it was cowardly, but
he couldn't answer it..not now. He got a pillow and a blanket.
Remembering, he picked up the tablet again.
 

"Bathroom is across the hall and to the left. Only other room in the
place. And, I " he paused, looking uncomfortable. "Sleep nude. Just
thought you should be warned."
 

He left the room, shutting the door.
 

Willow read the words, her face turning red. Her breathing quickened as
she imagined him getting ready for bed. He slept nude. It was like
temptation beckoned her. She moved to the door, wondering if she could
do it. Sighing, she moved away. She couldn't. It would be invading his
privacy. Besides, she would be here until they figured something out.
She couldn't risk the mortification if he found out she had peaked.
 

She got dressed for bed. His room smelled of him. She could make out
vanilla and cinnamon on his pillows and sheets. Strange scent for a
vampire. She laid down. Her mind brought forth images of him in this
very bed. She felt a tingle between her legs. She whimpered slightly as
her mind began to play out one of her many fantasies. She was actually
in Spike's bed. Too bad he wasn't with her.
 

She was a virgin. She had had a chance with Oz, her high school
boyfriend, but had waited. It hadn't seemed right. Soon after her
refusal, she had learned that he had several groupies on the road. She
had never regretted her choice. When Spike had returned, he had invaded
her mind. There was something so sexy...so naughty about him. She
couldn't explain her reaction. She had felt it even when he was
bad.....when it was wrong.
 

She felt the itch begin to get worse as she imagined him taking her.
She
began to move on the bed trying to alleviate the unfamiliar feeling.
His
scent filled her nose. She felt the satin cool against her feverish
skin. She sat up, taking her shirt off. She laid back down, imagining
that the coolness was his touch. She removed the pillowcase and began
to
run it along her breasts. She had never had this intense need before.
She was about to do something that she had never even thought of doing.
She moaned as the pillow case touched her erect nipple.
 

In the living room, Spike sat straight up when he heard the moan. She
must be in pain. He moved quickly, opening the door to his bedroom. He
froze as his eyes took in his bed. His cock hardened instantly.

*******
TASTE OF HEAVEN (7/?)
 

Spike watched the redhead on his bed. He felt relief that she couldn't
hear him. He was free to watch her. His large hand went to his aching
cock. He rubbed the head, feeling his pre-cum that was already leaking.
He continued to watch, unable to move his eyes.
 

Willow kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed. She was so hot.
She had never felt this way. It was too intense. She stripped her
boxers
off and lay completely nude on Spike's bed.
 

She ran her hand, covered in the cool satin, along her breast. She
moved
her other hand up to twist her nipple. Her eyes were closed. In her
mind, it was Spike doing all of these things to her. She could still
smell the vanilla. She felt that terrible itch spread. She moved the
hand down her body, savoring the coolness as it touched her ribs...down
her stomach until it reached her secret place. She continued to knead
her breast with her free hand. She ran the satin over her slit. She
could feel the wetness as it seeped through the cold material. She
brought the hand up and removed the pillow case. It had gotten warm
during her activities.
 

Her eyes caught on the glass of water sitting beside the bed. She
reached over and removed an ice cube. She ran her fingers along it,
small beads of water dripping down her arm. She moved it back down
between her legs. She touched her nub with it and cried out. It was so
very cold on her hot skin. She ran the ice cube along her wetness.
Small
beads of water dripped into her inner core. She ran the cube along her
slit, slowly pushing it into her. She arched up at the uncommon
intrusion. She stopped, enjoying the coldness.
 

In her mind, it was Spike about to take her...to accept her virginity.
She thrust the cube in and out. She wished that it was bigger. She was
so empty. She needed him so badly. She pushed the cube in and let it
sit, slowly melting inside her warmth. She ran her thumb along her nub,
tremors of pleasure shooting through her. She rubbed faster, her hands
still twisting her nipples. She couldn't hear the moans and whimpers
that she was making. She felt her body tense as her mind exploded.
 

"Spike..." She screamed out as her first orgasm hit her.
 
 

Spike felt his seed spill onto his hand. He had fought himself not to
cum until she did. When he had seen her thrust the ice cube inside her,
where he wanted to be, he'd almost shot off. Hearing her scream his
name...knowing that it was him that she was thinking of...it was too
much. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking his own release from
it.
His eyes watched as she drowsily pulled the sheet up covering her
lovely
body.
 

He realized suddenly why she had used the ice instead of her own
fingers. The ice was cold....better representing him. He groaned as he
felt his cock swell again at that knowledge. He shut the door and went
back to the sofa. He closed his eyes, imagining being the one taking
her. Soon, he shot his second load of the evening.
 

His eyes glanced to the closed door. He really hoped that the watcher
would fix everything soon. If she stayed with him too long, he didn't
know if he could keep his control. It was killing him now to sit and
not
go into the bedroom and fuck her until she screamed his name over and
over. Maybe they would have an answer in the morning.
********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (8/?)
 

Willow screamed loudly. Spike sat up and ran into the bedroom. This
scream had terror throughout it. He saw her shaking in the middle of
the
bed. Sometime in the night she had put on one of his t-shirts. He sat
on
the bed, taking her trembling figure into his arms.
 

He whispered soothing words, forgetting that she couldn't hear them.
 

"It was bad...there was so much pain. My head feels terrible. You were
there and you died. I couldn't handle it."
 

Spike heard her words. She had a nightmare about him dying? That was
what had her terrified? He ran his hands over her back until her sobs
ceased. He tried to stand, but she held tightly onto him. He laid
beside
her on the bed until she fell asleep. His own eyes drifted closed.
 

Willow woke up. Her head no longer throbbed. She felt something cold
behind her and looked. She froze. Spike was sleeping beside her. She
remembered the nightmare. Remembered him coming to her and offering
comfort. She let her eyes wander over him. She saw his hard erection
and
gasped softly. Wow.
 

Spike heard her wake up. He felt her shift. He could now feel her eyes
on him. He knew his cock was hard. He had been dreaming about taking
her
before waking. Now, he had nowhere to hide. He felt fingers touch him.
He moaned softly at the tentative touch. She was inspecting him as
though he were going up for sale.
 

Willow knew she shouldn't, but he was sleeping. She may never have the
opportunity. She moved down, her eyes taking in his length. She never
knew they were this big. How could they fit? She saw something
glistening on the tip and licked her lips. She looked up and saw that
his eyes were still closed. She reached over and wiped her tongue over
the tip. It moved slightly at her touch. She moved back, giggling. She
ran her tongue over it again, enjoying the flavor that was distinctly
Spike. She licked again and again, never actually taking him into her
mouth.
 

She saw his arm move and jumped back. She got out of bed and went into
the bathroom. She couldn't let him know what she had done.
 

Spike heard the door shut and groaned. The little hacker was getting to
him. He moved his hand down to bring himself the pleasure that she had
denied. He shot himself over his hand, moaning her name. He sat up and
pulled on a pair of jeans. He pulled the sheets off the bed. They
needed
watched after last night. A scent wafter up to him. He brought the
sheet
closer, breathing in the scent of her release from the night before.
Shaking himself, he remade the bed while she showered. Hopefully, the
watcher had found something.
 

He made her coffee and waited. Willow, where are you.
 

"I'm right here Spike" she said, stopping. Her eyes got wide. "I heard
you!"
 

"I didn't say anything pet. I just thought it." he wrote the words,
wondering what had happened.
 

Looking at her, he thought, Willow, did you enjoy your shower?
 

"Yes, but I think I used up the hot water." She saw his face. "You
didn't say that aloud did you?"
 

He shook his head. "We need to see the watcher."
**********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (9/?)
 

Willow saw Giles stare at her. She shook her head. "Nothing."
 

She saw his mouth move.
 

"Pet, can you hear anything?"
 

"No, Spike. I told you. I can't hear him. I can't hear anyone but you."
 

Spike looked at them, questions in his eyes.
 

"Can you explain it?" he asked the watcher.
 

"After the demon died, who touched her?"
 

"Spike" Buffy said. "He was the only one that touched her. I reached
for
her shoulder, but he didn't let me touch her. He did it himself."
 

"She stayed with you last night. Did anything happen?"
 

Spike froze as memories went through his mind. "She had a nightmare.
She
dreamed that I died. Said something about her head killing her."
 

"I would assume then that this is cause by what the demon passes on to
her. Since Spike is the only one that had contact with her before and
after it took place, she can now read his thoughts."
 

"What?"
 

"Only the ones directed at her" Giles added.
 

"Willow. The watcher said we have some sort of bond caused by the
demon."
 

Willow nodded. She had already figured that one out. "Is this
temporary?"
 

"I may have a reversal spell that will remove the imprint that the
demon
made on her mind. It will take me a few days to find it, but after that
things will be normal."
 

Spike thought the information to Willow. Buffy watched as he held her
friend's hand. She saw the slight flush on Willow's features. Something
had happened the night before. She'd bet Mr. Pointy on it.
 

"So, I only have to last three more days at the most?" Willow asked
softly, enjoying the feel of Spike's coolness on her hand.
 

"Hopefully I'll find it sooner" Giles said, sighing. He felt terrible
that this had happened to the girl. Had he been there, the demon never
would have attacked her.
 

"I can handle three days." Willow said. She looked at Spike, "Can you?"
 

"Anything for you luv" he thought to her. Out loud he said, "Yes."
 

Willow blushed at the words that entered her mind. Anything? She
wondered about that. Sighing, she knew he was just being nice for some
odd reason. Three days of sleeping in his bed. She felt the rush of
desire. Maybe she could seduce him before the end of that time. She
could always have another nightmare, faked of course. Get him in her
bed
and then...
 

"Let's go luv."
 

She looked up, startled.
 

Spike almost groaned at the lust and desire in her eyes. He could smell
her faint arousal. Three days? It would be hell.
*********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (10/?)
 

Willow watched the television. She never realize how awful these
programs looked. Since she couldn't hear anything, she had to just
watch. Spike's TV was old and was not equipped with closed captioning.
Sighing, she remembered it would only be three more days.
 

"Want to play cards?"
 

She turned towards Spike and smiled. "Yes. If I have to watch Bart one
more minute I might scream."
 

Willow sat at the table and watched him shuffle the cards expertly.
"What are we playing."
 

"Strip poker?" he mind thought her.
 

She shook her head. "Not a chance. I like my clothes right where they
are."
 

Willow's mind was suddenly filled with images of Spike losing his
shirt...his pants...his socks...she knew that he didn't wear underwear
so it would only take a few hands for his flesh to bared for her eyes.
She sucked at poker though. No, she'd have to wait.
 

"Too bad" Spike muttered out loud.
 

"Oh, I know." Willow said smiling.
 

Three hours later, Spike threw the cards down in disgust. His mind was
tired from trying to talk to her and to concentrate on the cards.
 

"I give up" he thought. "I hate this damn game."
 

"Uh oh, someone's a bad loser" Willow said, bringing the pieces of
candy
towards her.
 

"Sore loser luv. Not a bad loser." he corrected smiling.
 

"I'll share the candy" she said.
 

"Nah, keep it. I hate that bloody game."
 

She laughed. "You can play poker but you hate go fish?"
 

He watched her face as she laughed. The worry and concern of the last
day fled her face. She was happy. He had made her smile and laugh. Her
green eyes shone with amusement. She took a sip of soda and wiped her
mouth with her tongue as she began to shuffle the cards.
 

"God, how I want you" he thought. He froze when he saw her drop the
cards and look at him, her eyes wide with knowledge. He cursed softly.
He had forgotten the mind link.
********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (11/?)
 

"You want me?" Willow said softly.
 

"I didn't mean to say that" he thought to her. He ran his hand through
his hair. Damn it. He still had three days to last.
 

"I want you" she said softly. She hated not being able to hear his
voice. She wanted to hear him say the words in that sexy voice.
 

"We can't luv" he protested. He saw the need in her eyes and felt
himself harden.
 

"I need you" she whispered, knowing that it was true. She couldn't
sleep
another night in that bed without him inside her.
 

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes staring intently at her.
 

"Please" she said softly.
 

He stood from the table, moving towards her slowly. His blue eyes
roamed
over her face. She was his. He reached for her, leaning down to taste
her lips. She taste of soda and sweetness. He moved closer, hearing her
groan as he plundered her mouth. He moved her in tight against him,
bringing her in contact with his erection.
 

Willow felt his hardness against her stomach. She moved closer to him,
needing to feel him. She couldn't breathe. She pulled away and took his
hand. She walked into his bedroom and slowly began to strip. She felt
his hands on hers.
 

"Let me" he demanded softly in her mind. She was captured by the desire
she saw in his eyes. He pushed her shirt over her head and unclasped
her
bra. His mouth found her breast, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue
swirled around first one nipple then the other. He knelt in front of
her
and carefully removed her jeans.
 

She put her hands on his shoulder as she lifted first one leg then the
other. Soon, she stood before him wearing only her panties and a shy
smile.
 

"Beautiful" he thought to her. He saw the flush that spread over her
skin. He hadn't been with a human in almost a hundred years. He hoped
that he could remember to be gentle. He didn't want to do anything to
hurt his red haired goddess. He moved his mouth towards the juncture
between her thighs. He inhaled her scent, feeling his cock harden even
more. He ran his tongue over her panties, finding them soaked with her
secretions.
 

Willow moved her hand up to cup her breast. She twisted the nipple
between her fingers as he continued to tease her. Finally, she felt the
panties ripped off. His cold tongue touched her causing her to move
closer to him. She began to moan as he lapped up her juices. She felt
his nose rub against her nub, sending pleasure vibrations down every
nerve ending. She started when she felt his finger lightly run over her
ass. She soon lost all thought as her orgasm hit her.
 

Spike loved the essence of her. So warm, so good. He could have feasted
on her all day. He felt her tighten her grip on his shoulder as she
screamed out her release. He wondered briefly if she was always so loud
or if it was due to the deafness. He loved hearing her sounds, the
moans, the grunts, the screams. He hoped that they didn't go away when
her deafness did.
 

Willow was shocked as Spike stayed on his knees. His hands kneaded her
ass cheeks as he continued to lap at her. She closed her eyes as
everything went out of her mind. She concentrated on him and what he
was
making her feel. She felt his finger again cross her hole. She felt him
move it in circles just barely touching her. She moved backwards to the
exploring finger.
 

Spike chuckled as she tried to capture his finger. He brought that hand
around and plunged the finger into her wetness, causing her to moan
again. He moved it back to her ass and slowly began to enter her from
behind. She froze as his tongue thrust into her slit and her ass was
violated. It was too much. She exploded again, her hands tightening in
his blond hair.
 

He heard her gasping for breath and moved. Her juices covering his face
as he smiled at her. "More pet?" he thought to her.
 

"Oh, goddess, yes" she begged. He swept her up and laid her on the bed.
His mouth met hers, his tongue giving her a taste of her own juices.
***********
**********
***********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (14/?)
 

Willow walked into the silent apartment, a smile on her face. She saw
Buffy wave to her and waved back. Spike had his hand on the small of
her
back as he guided her into the room. She wondered if her face was like
a
neon sign flashing, Virgin No More....Great sex with a vampire last
night..and the night before.... Chuckling softly at that image, she sat
down.
 

"What's so funny?" Spike asked her as he sat down beside her, his leg
touching hers.
 

She just shook her head slightly. She looked around the room, noticing
the television on. She saw Xander and Anya talking to Giles. This
silence was terrible. She had a new respect for the people that had to
live with this. She knew that if she had choice, though, she'd rather
be
deaf than blind. She knew that losing her sight would have been too
hard
to deal with, even temporarily.
 

Spike watched her think. He sometimes wished that he could get inside
her mind. He was getting used to the mind thoughts. He still sometimes
slipped up, speaking out loud instead of in his mind. He was thrilled
that the watcher had found the reversal spell. He hated the pain that
she was going through. He knew that it wasn't physically painful. It
was
the look in her eyes as she watched the others talk, knowing she
couldn't understand them.
 

"Spike, tell Willow that I want details. Vivid details" Buffy said
smiling at him. Her eyes held knowledge at what had happened between
him
and her friend.
 

He grinned wryly, "That obvious?"
 

Buffy just laughed, "Details."
 

Willow saw her friend speaking to Spike and felt a rush of jealousy.
She
saw him smile and Buffy laughed. She hated not knowing what they were
laughing about.
 

"Buffy guessed our secret pet. She said she wants details when you can
hear her responses."
 

Willow suddenly smiled. That's what they were discussing. "Sorry Buffy.
I don't kiss and tell."
 

Spike shook his head as the slayer laughed. He saw the Watcher bring
forth some supplies.
 

"Ready to begin?" Giles asked.
 

Spike relayed his words back to Willow.
 

"Yes. Please." Willow said, her voice determined.
 

Giles began the spell. He wished all his might that this would work. It
was the only thing he had found that seemed like it would. He had no
idea of knowing what the demon had exactly done to the girl. It would
work. When it was finished, he looked at Willow.
 

"Do you hear me?"
 

Willow gasped, holding tightly onto Spike's hand. She closed her eyes,
her mind working overtime. She said softly, "It didn't work."
**********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (15/?)
 

"No" Spike said softly. He took Willow's weeping form into his arms. He
ran his hands over her back, trying to calm her down.
 

"It should have worked" Giles said, re-reading the spell. "Unless there
was something more than just a reaction."
 

Buffy looked at Xander and Anya who were sitting there in shock.
Everyone had assumed that all would be well. It wasn't. Willow was
still
unable to hear anything. "What else could it have been?" she asked
Giles.
 

Spike moved his head to look at the watcher. He wanted to be angry, but
he knew the man was feeling guilty enough. He just wanted Willow happy.
 

"It may have been a transference." Giles said quietly. "The demon may
have 'given' her some of his powers when he knew he was dying. He was
known as a mind reader, if you will remember. There is a chance that he
attempted a transference but died before it could fully take affect.
That would explain her being able to read Spike's thoughts. It would
also be an explanation to why she went deaf."
 

"Fix it" Buffy demanded. She moved to the couch and hugged Willow from
behind. Her friend was suffering. She knew it had to be terrible to not
hear anything. She also had no intention of having Willow go through
the
hell of mind reading. She had had to deal with that herself. It was not
fun. Not at all.
 

"If that is what we are dealing with, there is nothing I can do" Giles
said. He saw the anger in Spike's eyes and clarified, "It will have to
run its course. We can hope that he didn't have a deep affect on her.
It
could fade away any time."
 

"Could?" Xander said looking at Giles.
 

"It also might last until she dies." Giles said, his face heart broken.
 

"We won't let that happen" Buffy said, tears in her eyes at what her
friend was facing. Willow had to know that she would be there for
her....to help her through this.
 

"She may never hear again?" Spike asked, putting his mouth on her head.
She shifted and looked up at him, tears in her green eyes.
 

"What are you talking about?" she asked.
 

He relayed their conversation, seeing the fear enter her gaze.
 

"Forever?" she said quietly. "I don't know if I can do this...."
 

"You have me. We can get through this together. Besides, the watcher
said it could fade anytime."
 

"Spike, be realistic. How long can I survive in Sunnydale if I can't
hear? I can not be a prisoner, staying at home scared. Deaf until I die
he said. Well, that may not be very long."
 

"Do not say that. We will find an answer. I won't let you go." his blue
eyes flashed determination.
 

"I love you" she whispered, kissing him gently.
 

He didn't know what to say at her proclamation. Instead, he kissed her
reassuringly.
**********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (16/?)
 

Willow kissed Spike and watched him leave. He was helping Buffy and the
others on patrol. There had been several deaths lately that seemed to
indicate yet another demon.
 

It had been two days since her life had changed even more. The spell
Giles tried hadn't worked. She had to accept that there was a good
chance she would never hear again. She could already tell the small
differences. She hadn't really seen Anya or Xander since that first
night. They seemed to be avoiding her. It wasn't like her deafness was
catching. Giles was guilty. He was still blaming himself for what had
happened. Nothing she said could change that. It had gotten to the
point
where he could hardly look at her.
 

Buffy. Willow smiled when she thought about her best friend. She had
proven exactly what a great friend she was. The day before she had come
over baring gifts. She had bought Spike a new TV that had closed
captioning. She had also brought Willow several books on sign language
and dealing with deafness. She had written to Willow. Telling her
everything that was happening in her mind. In some ways, that had been
better than when they had just sat around talking. Buffy had allowed
her
insecurities, her worries out for Willow to see.
 

She had told Willow that she would not rest until the deafness was
gone.
Willow had laughed and told her that it wasn't something she could
slay.
Buffy had broken down in tears, blaming herself. Willow couldn't
understand why everyone wanted to take the blame. The only one to blame
was a dead demon. Willow knew that Buffy was trying so hard to make
things easy on her. The TV had been great. The books were a nice touch.
Willow felt glad that someone had adjusted to the situation well.
 

She hadn't. She was trying to keep a brave face. She didn't want them
to
feel worse. Spike was an angel. She never would have imagined how good
he could be. Considering that he was their enemy not six months before.
Now, he was her savior. If it wasn't him, she knew she might have done
something drastic. He was so patient. He didn't treat her as though she
were going to break. He had accepted it as part of her and moved on.
She
was trying desperately to follow his example.
 

This was the first time she had been alone since the whole fiasco
started. She had not been able to hear, but had known that he was in
the
apartment with her. Now, she had no one. She sat in the chair, the
silence in her mind growing even greater. What she would give to just
hear the drip of the faucet....to hear Xander tell one of his silly
jokes...to even hear Anya demand sex....she wanted to hear the words
come from Spike's lips as he claimed her. He was so gentle....so
understanding. Nothing like what she would have thought a soulless
vampire to be.
 

She had noticed that he had gotten great at thinking thoughts at her.
He
rarely opened his mouth when they were alone. He told her everything.
His voice was her lifesaver. It was the only thing she could hear
except
for the silence and her own thoughts. She laid her head on the back of
the sofa and sighed. How was she going to make it through this if it
was
permanent? She knew that Spike and Buffy would help. But, could she be
brave enough to deal with it? The future could only give her that
answer.
********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (17/?)
 

Willow sat in the chair reading a book. She was trying to find some
link
to her deafness and the demon. She was trying to adapt, but it was so
hard. She never realized just how she depended on her hearing. What is
that saying, don't what you have until it's gone? It was true.
 

She felt a hand on her shoulder and yelped. Startled, she looked into
Buffy's eyes.
 

She watched Buffy try to sign something to her and sighed. "Buffy, just
write it. I have no idea what you're saying."
 

Buffy smiled and got the tablet. 'Did you find anything?'
 

"Nothing. It looks like I need to get used to not hearing anything."
 

'Bad attitude Wills. We'll figure this out.'
 

"When did you become miss mary sunshine? You know what I hate the
most?"
 

Buffy shook her head and waited.
 

"I can't hear Spike....when we make love. I only hear when he thinks
things to me. I have no idea what he sounds like. If he moans...if he
grunts when he cums. That's what I really miss the most. What if I
never
hear him?"
 

'You can hear him in your mind. That's better than nothing isn't it?
Soon you'll be able to hear those things you mentioned. Speaking
of....details. You've lived here with him for a little over two weeks.'
 

"I love him" Willow said softly. "He makes me feel complete. I think
he's what I've been looking for forever. He understands me. Does that
sound as sappy as I think it does?"
 

'Not sappy. Just sweet. He cares for you. He bugs Giles constantly for
a
cure. Has he told you that he loves you yet?'
 

"He won't. He's still a vampire. He can't love a human. He may care but
that will be all."
 

'You're wrong. Angel loved me.'
 

"An exception. No offense, but I am getting a headache. I think I'd
like
to sleep for a bit. Thanks for coming over."
 

'Luv you Wills.'
 

Buffy stood up and started to leave. She noticed a familiar blond head
going back down the stairs. Spike. How long had he listened to Willow
speak? Buffy really hoped her friend was wrong. Willow deserved to have
Spike love her. She kissed Willow's cheek and left, turning in the
opposite direction that the vampire had taken.
***********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (18/?)
 

The door opened and closed. Willow sat on the couch, reading the latest
Friends episode. It somehow wasn't as funny when she only read the
words. She sighed as she flipped the station. MTV. Even worse. She
missed music. It had been three weeks since she had heard a song. She
would even love to hear some of Xander's terrible country music.
 

"Pet, why so sad?"
 

She looked over at Spike and smiled softly. "Missing music. Missing
voices. Missing laughter. I didn't hear you come in. Wait, how could
I?"
 

"Why don't you get dressed. I'll take you out to eat. Would you like
that luv?"
 

"No. I won't be able to hear the waiter when he asks me for my order.
I'll feel stupid if someone comes up to me and I can't hear them."
 

"I'll help you, pet. Just get dressed. I have a surprise for you."
 

"Surprise?" Willow smiled, her self pity forgotten. "Give me five
minutes."
 

Spike chuckled as she ran into the bedroom. He was growing used to her
being here. He almost hated the idea of her getting her hearing back.
When she did, she wouldn't need him anymore. She'd leave and go back to
her friends. He frowned when he thought of her leaving him. The damn
slayer was right. He was falling in love with the mortal. Peaches would
laugh over that one. Him, William the Bloody, a god damn knight in
shining armor. Who would have believed it?
 

Willow was out in ten minutes. She had taken a quick shower before
getting dressed. She came out wearing a pair of black jeans and a green
shirt. She wasn't too proud to admit that she knew she looked damn good
in green. Half of her wardrobe consisted of the color. She hadn't known
what to wear, so she had gone casual.
 

Spike smiled and took her hand. He walked across the town with her,
growling at any threats to her. She was his. His scent covered her,
unknown to her. He had already announced his ownership of the red head
to the local vampires. They knew better than to mess with her.
 

Willow looked at Spike, "Why are we here? I can't hear the music."
 

"Trust me" he said, smiling as he led her inside.
 

The bar was crowded. She had never been to this one before. It was
filled with vampires. She knew suddenly why she had avoided it. Spike
led her to the dance floor, taking a place right by the stage. A local
band was playing, oblivious to the identity of most of the crowd.
 

Spike saw her scowl at him, "Close your eyes and feel."
 

Willow did as she said. She felt the vibrations under her feet.
Smiling,
she began to move softly to the music. It was almost as though she
could
hear it.
 

Spike joined her in the slow dance. The music was fast, but it was
taking her time to get used to feeling it rather than hearing it. The
band was one that he had heard before. They were actually rather good
and played the pub every weekend. He began to sing the words softly to
her mind.
 

Heaven. She was in his arms. He was singing the words and she could
feel
the beat. She hadn't realized just how much she took for granted. She
had to thank him for showing her the possibilities. "I love you so
much"
she said quietly, for his ears only.
 

Spike said the words out loud, not letting her know them, "I love you
too Red."
***********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (19/?)
 

Spike ran his hand over her sweat soaked body. Her eyes watched him. He
left no patch of skin untouched. He could sense her growing desire. His
own erection throbbed between his thighs. He was taking it
slow....teasing her.
 

"Spike" she whined as he again briefly brushed her wet passage before
continuing onward. She arched up. He smiled at her and used his free
hand to hold her to the bed, his hand splayed out on her flat stomach.
 

"No begging" he scolded before deliberately touching her wet nub and
moving down her leg. She groaned in disgust as he continued to play.
 

His cold lips began to follow the path of his hand. She whimpered when
he began to lick and bite her flesh. After another ten minutes of this
torture, his tongue touched her throbbing clit. She cried out as he
began to lap at her juices. She came almost immediately. She felt his
head move slightly and wondered if he was laughing at her. She hated
not
being able to hear him. He thrust a finger into her, twisting it,
adding
another and then another. She began to move against his seeking
fingers,
plunging downwards as his tongue continued its assault on her clit.
 

Spike felt her tighten again as she screamed his name. He removed his
fingers and moved up her body. He entered her deeply, his mouth
capturing hers. He was so hard, he knew it would take long for him. He
thrust a few times before his release overtook him. He bit into her
neck, his tongue lapping at her blood as he flooded her passage with
his
cold seed.
 

Willow closed her eyes. She was exhausted. She distantly thought she
heard someone say Love you, but decided she must be sleeping. Spike
moved out of her, laying at her side. His arms went possessively around
her sleeping form. His head laid beside hers on the pillow.
*******
TASTE OF HEAVEN (20/?)
 

The bed shifted as Spike rejoined her. She opened one eye and lazily
looked at him.
 

"Where did you go?"
 

"Nowhere."
 

"I woke up and you were gone" Willow tried to keep the worry from her
voice.
 

"The slayer called. Needed some help with a gang of nasties. Didn't
want
to wake you up."
 

"Oh"
 

That one word said a multitude of things. Spike sighed and kissed her
face. "I was only gone a short time. I thought you'd sleep right
through
it."
 

"It's ok. I was just worried."
 

"I should have told you." he said, running his lips over neck.
 

"Spike, don't worry about it. I overreacted. I just wondered what would
happen if something happened while I was alone. I just got scared."
 

Spike looked up, his blue eyes on hers. Her eyes indeed showed a trace
of fear. He had messed up. The one time he'd forgotten to tell her he
was going out, she had become frightened. He pulled her tight against
him.
 

"I'm sorry. I was stupid. I didn't think."
 

"My fault. Goddess, I'm getting too clingy. I swore I'd never get like
that."
 

"It won't happen again. I promise."
 

Willow closed her eyes and enjoyed his arms around her. She felt his
mouth on her neck again. She was glad he was back. She knew that her
problem was not going to get helped by her exile into his apartment.
Tomorrow, she'd have him call Buffy. She needed to start taking control
of her life again. She slowly drifted off to sleep again, back in the
arms of her lover.
*******
TASTE OF HEAVEN (21/?)
 

"Spike asked my to come by." Buffy wrote.
 

"I know. I needed to talk to you."
 

Buffy smiled at the familiar sparkle in her friend's eyes. She hadn't
seen that in weeks. "What do you need?"
 

Willow read the words and returned the smile. "I need help. I've been
reading those books you brought. There is a lot of interesting
information. I really need to learn sign language. I need to be able to
communicate with people other than Spike."
 

Buffy nodded, "It's about time. I've been trying to learn the last
couple of weeks. It isn't that bad. I've been picking it up pretty
quickly. Well, the letters that is. Riley has been helping. He wanted
to
learn too, so that he can talk to you."
 

Willow smiled as she read that her friend and Riley had been
practicing.
She still hadn't seen anyone other than Buffy and Spike in over a week.
She had assumed that Riley wasn't interested in seeing her.
 

"I'm glad it isn't that bad. I usually pick things up quickly. I just
need someone to practice with. Spike isn't very patient."
 

Buffy said, knowing that Willow couldn't hear her, "That's an
understatement."
 

"Heard that slayer." Spike almost smiled at her as he came into the
room.
 

"You smiled....and it wasn't sarcastic. Is everything ok Spike?"
 

Spike rolled his eyes as he kissed Willow's cheek. She was excited
about
her plans to adapt. He was happy for her. For a brief time, he'd
wondered if she would ever truly accept what had happened. Her face was
flushed and her eyes were bright.
 

"I'm going to learn sign language" she proclaimed proudly.
 

"Why you'd want to talk to that daft girl is beyond me" he thought to
her.
 

"Spike! Be nice." Willow scolded him laughing softly.
 

He sat down, his arm around her waist. "Slayer, I hate to admit it, but
thank you."
 

Buffy looked at him. "I am really worried. Maybe we should take your
temperature or something."
 

Willow saw Buffy talking but assumed it didn't concern her. She reached
for one of the books on the table.
 

"Just shut yar trap and listen. I won't be repeating myself. All she's
had was you and me. If you hadn't tried so hard...." his eyes became
serious.
 

Buffy smiled, "She's my best friend. It's my job to make things easy on
her. Hell, she needs someone too. She's in love with you after all."
 

Spike rolled his head, the serious moment broken by the slayer. He knew
that she had heard what he meant to say. He wouldn't think about it
anymore. He sat back and listened as Willow and Buffy chattered, one
with her voice the other with her marker.
********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (22/?)
 

Willow relaxed as Spike's finger their job. She sighed and adjusted the
pillow. He was giving her a massage. Her back was putty in his magical
hands. He started at her neck, slowly easing the tension. He continued
lower, concentrating on ridding her of stress and nothing else.
 

Willow was nude on the bed. She knew that he was nude also. Yet, there
was nothing sexual about any of it. He was too busy trying to help her
to think about sex. She felt him move lower still. She whimpered
slightly when she felt his hard cock resting lightly on her ass cheeks.
Maybe he wasn't as oblivious to the situation as he was trying to act.
 

She felt herself wetten even more as he began to push her muscles
underneath his hands. Each move he made caused his erection to rub
against her. There were a few times that the head rubbed against her
hole. She felt his lips touch her shoulder blade and arched up at the
cold contact.
 

She let everything leave her mind. She was so wet. He hadn't even
touched her yet and she was almost ready to cum. She began to move her
ass against his cock. She smiled into the pillow when he smacked her
ass
cheek.
 

"Not now luv. Horny little thing...." he chuckled in her mind.
 

She felt her breathing quicken as he again touched his mouth to her
back. His teeth ran over flesh, nipping behind his kneading fingers. It
was all too much. Too many feelings in her at the moment.
 

She moaned as she came. She began to move against the sheets, trying to
get friction. Again, he swatted her ass.
 

"Luv, what do you want?"
 

"I want you Spike. Only you. Please."
 

She felt him enter her wetness, plunging deep. She cried out as his
fingers found her aching clit. He moved quickly, the massage having
excited him as much as it had her. She began to say his name in a
mantra
as he entered her deeply and quickly. Soon, she came again, squeezing
his cock and milking his cold seed into her womb. She felt him move and
lay beside her.
 

Smiling, she looked at him, "Great way to ease stress, lover."
 

She saw him laugh, wishing she could hear it. "Horny little vixen" he
said softly in her mind as he kissed her.
*********
TASTE OF HEAVEN (23/?)
 

"I'm sorry Willow. I can't find anything." Giles said.
 

"She can't hear you" Buffy reminded, rolling her eyes. She slowly began
to sign out a short version of what he had said.
 

Willow watched her friend's hand move. She began to decipher the words,
"Nothing. Giles. Sorry."
 

Buffy beamed and clapped. "Yes!"
 

Willow laughed, "Only took a week of trying. I didn't even have to look
at my reference guide."
 

"Proud of you pet" Spike said in her mind as he kissed the top of her
head. "Good going slayer."
 

"I try" Buffy said modestly, the smirk on her lips contradicting her
words.
 

She saw the door open as Xander and Anya came in. They were talking,
their hands all over each other. She saw Xander freeze when he saw
Willow's presence.
 

She watched as he began to back up, ready to leave. Anya glared at him
and moved forward. Touching Willow's shoulder, she offered a smile.
 

"Anya! How are you?"
 

Buffy watched in amazement as Anya began to sign a reply. Willow's eyes
watched carefully. Her eyebrows creased a few times, but Anya repeated
the gestures slowly.
 

"Things good. Sorry Xander is a prick." Willow giggled at that
statement. "I didn't know you could sign."
 

Anya spoke as she replied, "Learn a lot in a thousand years." She sat
down beside Buffy and grabbed a magazine.
 

Buffy saw that Xander had indeed left. She didn't understand why he
would talk to Willow. She knew it was hard for him to see his friend so
changed, but it was worse for Willow that he ignored her. She exchanged
a glance with Spike and saw him smiling at her friend. She wondered
what
he talked about. Willow laughed softly and blushed. She had a good idea
what he had said.
 

"Is the TV good?" Buffy signed.
 

"Yes. But it is horrible to try to watch a movie. The captioning is so
ugh sometimes. It drives me crazy. I can say that is something I miss.
I
can't follow half of the ones I start. Luckily, I've seen most of them.
It is better on TV programs. I can usually figure those out with
Spike's
help."
 

Giles asked Spike to ask her if there was any sound coming to her at
all. She said that there wasn't. He moved to his chair and sat down.
 

"It's been five weeks. Everything that I've read suggests that it would
have already begun to clear up if it is going to."
 

"What are you saying, mate?"
 

"I'm afraid that it may be permanent."
 

Willow watched Giles' mouth move. She had begun to pick up lip reading
by watching the people on TV. She saw him say permanent and knew what
he
meant. She gripped Spike's hand tightly. She would be ok. She had to be
ok.
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ASTE OF HEAVEN (24/?)
 

"Spike. I don't like that smile" Willow said as he sat her down.
 

"Don't trust me pet?"
 

"Of course I trust you. I just don't like that mischievous smirk of
yours."
 

"Just sit back and hush."
 

"Yes sir." Willow made a face at his back. She saw the bowl of popcorn
and reached for it. She saw him put a movie in the VCR and hit start.
He
was making her watch something. She really wasn't in the mood to try to
understand some new film.
 

He sat down beside her, his arm going around her shoulders. He saw her
expression and laughed, "Just watch."
 

She watched as the movie began to play. She laughed. It was a foreign
film. All the words were in subtitles. She could understand it. She
leaned forward, becoming engrossed in the plot.
 

Spike watched her through the entire movie. He smiled when she smiled.
Laughed when she laughed. Watched as she cried. He ran his finger over
her cheek and caught the tears. He loved her. Somewhere along the way,
it had happened. He knew he shouldn't. She was human after all. He was
still a demon.
 

He moved her into his arms as she watched the final part of the movie.
He had rented her some french film, La something or other. It was about
an ill fated romance between two people who were meant to be. In the
end, they didn't take a chance and went their separate ways. They ended
up alone for the remainder of their lives. They meet up again in old
age
as the woman lies on her deathbed. They still love each other. As she
dies, he holds her in his arms.
 

He knew that Willow would love it. It actually had made him think. He
was about to make the same mistake as the characters in the movie. He
couldn't leave her. He had to break down and admit his feelings. He was
not an emotional guy. Hadn't been when he was human. Still wasn't. He
wasn't going to lose her though.
 

"Thank you" Willow said softly as the credits began to roll. "That's
the
first thing in over a month that I've understood."
 

He ran his hand over her shoulder, "I love you"
 

Willow froze. She had heard the words but didn't believe them. She
looked up into his eyes, wanting to know what they told her.
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TASTE OF HEAVEN (25/25)
 

Willow stared in Spike's blue eyes. The words echoing through her mind.
She was probably hearing things. He couldn't have sent her those words.
 

"I love you, pet" he thought to her again.
 

Spike smiled softly as her eyes lit up. She glowed.
 

"Really? Did you just say those words?"
 

"No."
 

"What?" Willow looked at him.
 

He smiled wider, "I thought them. My mouth didn't move."
 

"You jerk. I love you too."
 

"Are you sure? I'm a killer. If this implant wasn't here I'd probably
have killed all your friends."
 

Willow laughed, "You can kill Xander if it gets removed. Just none of
the others."
 

"Chubs would leave a bad taste in my mouth. But, that's not the point.
Are you sure?"
 

She looked into his eyes, amazed that he could think she wouldn't
accept
his love. "Are you sure? I mean, I most likely will be deaf until I
die.
Can you live with that?"
 

"Something might still happen."
 

"No. It won't. I've accepted it. I won't be able to hear again. Hey, it
could be worse. We did get rid of the baddy. And, I'm doing ok. I have
you and Buffy...and Anya, surprisingly. Giles will eventually get over
the guilt thing. Do you want to be chained to a deaf human forever?"
 

"Forever? My own private heaven for eternity." he smiled as he sent the
words.
 

"Forever buddy. I have no plans on letting you go."
 

"I think I can manage. Just don't make me learn that sign language
stuff. It confuses the hell out of me."
 

"Deal." She said laughing at him.
 

"This is the first time in over a month that you've looked like your
normal self..when we weren't in bed that is."
 

She blushed, "Had to bring that up didn't you? This is the first time,
besides being in bed, when I've been truly happy. I love you."
 

"Love you too pet. So, I get to snack on the moron when I get this
thing
out of my head?"
 

She smacked him. "We've just confessed our love and pledged to be
together for eternity, and you want to think about Chubs?"
 

He laughed when he heard her use his nickname for Xander. "You have
something better in mind?"
 

"You. Naked. Screaming my name, in my mind so I can hear it."
 

"Race you to the bed" he said, standing smoothly, swinging her into his
arms. His mouth met hers as he sent her the message, "I win."
 

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