Uncharted Territory
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,739
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Uncharted Territory
“It’s me isn’t it?” Willow asked Spike sadly. Spike stopped pacing and looked at her, his face in a form of shock.
“What are you talking about?”
“You came here looking for Buffy and settled.”
“Piffle.”
“It’s always ohh you’re like a sister to me. Or ahh you’re such a good friend.” She sighed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’d bite you in a heartbeat,” Spike said sitting down next to Willow on the bed.
“Really?” she doubted.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“When?”
Spike smiled and turned to look into Willow’s green eyes.
“Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?” Spike flashed her a sexy smile and arched his brow at her.
Willow smiled back and blushed.
“I never would have guessed. You played the bloodlust kinda cool,” Willow said surprised.
“Yeah I hate being obvious. All fangy and grrr. Takes the mystery out.”
Blue eyes turned to green ones and a sad look was passed between them.
“But if you could?” Willow hesitated.
“’IF’ I could yeah,” Spike said shaking his head.
“You know this doesn’t make you any less terrifying.” Willow replied trying to make the depressed vampire feel better.
Spike sighed. “Don’t patronize me.”
Spike put his head in his hands. Willow longed to touch his head, in an offer of comfort.
She wanted to run her fingers through his peroxide locks and free his curls from the gel he applied.
He is kinda cute all depressed like this, Willow thought and then mentally slapped herself.
What am I crazy? This is Spike for goddess’s sake.
“I’m only 126,” he said lifting his head and then putting it back in his hands.
“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t we wait a half an hour and try again,” Willow said reaching out and touching his shoulder.
Spike turned towards her, his cerulean blue eyes sadder then Willow ever remembered seeing them.
“Really?” He asked hopefully.
“Sure,” she replied. Unable to help herself as her hand on his shoulder moved to his cheek and she smiled as she caressed his pale cheekbones.
Spike leaned into her warm hand and closed his eyes marveling in how her touch seemed to make him feel better. Spike’s hand reached out from its own accord and touched her knee. Willow’s eyes flew to Spike’s white hand that was splayed against the bright red cloth her pants. His cold touch awakening something inside her.
“What are you talking about?”
“You came here looking for Buffy and settled.”
“Piffle.”
“It’s always ohh you’re like a sister to me. Or ahh you’re such a good friend.” She sighed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’d bite you in a heartbeat,” Spike said sitting down next to Willow on the bed.
“Really?” she doubted.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“When?”
Spike smiled and turned to look into Willow’s green eyes.
“Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?” Spike flashed her a sexy smile and arched his brow at her.
Willow smiled back and blushed.
“I never would have guessed. You played the bloodlust kinda cool,” Willow said surprised.
“Yeah I hate being obvious. All fangy and grrr. Takes the mystery out.”
Blue eyes turned to green ones and a sad look was passed between them.
“But if you could?” Willow hesitated.
“’IF’ I could yeah,” Spike said shaking his head.
“You know this doesn’t make you any less terrifying.” Willow replied trying to make the depressed vampire feel better.
Spike sighed. “Don’t patronize me.”
Spike put his head in his hands. Willow longed to touch his head, in an offer of comfort.
She wanted to run her fingers through his peroxide locks and free his curls from the gel he applied.
He is kinda cute all depressed like this, Willow thought and then mentally slapped herself.
What am I crazy? This is Spike for goddess’s sake.
“I’m only 126,” he said lifting his head and then putting it back in his hands.
“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t we wait a half an hour and try again,” Willow said reaching out and touching his shoulder.
Spike turned towards her, his cerulean blue eyes sadder then Willow ever remembered seeing them.
“Really?” He asked hopefully.
“Sure,” she replied. Unable to help herself as her hand on his shoulder moved to his cheek and she smiled as she caressed his pale cheekbones.
Spike leaned into her warm hand and closed his eyes marveling in how her touch seemed to make him feel better. Spike’s hand reached out from its own accord and touched her knee. Willow’s eyes flew to Spike’s white hand that was splayed against the bright red cloth her pants. His cold touch awakening something inside her.