The Blizzard

The Blizzard 2/6
Pairing: W/S (is there any other?)
Rating: Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was - just borrowing
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Summary: When the pair are sent out in to the snow - who knew things would get so hot. ;)
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Authors notes : < > indicate thoughts.


**Part two**

The next day Willow took a deep breath as she entered Giles’s apartment.

“Hi Willow” Buffy called from the couch, smiling as she saw her friend enter.

“Buffy” Willow returned, her voice as cold as the temperature outside.

“Willow, look about yesterday. I want to apologise for the way I treated you. It was unfair and uncalled for. Forgive me?”

“Look Buffy at the moment I don’t really want to even see you. However, after talking to Spike last night I realise how important this spell is,”

“Spike?!, you’ll talk to that demon but your own friend you won’t forgive?”

Buffy frowned, anger radiating from her.

“Yes, In case you didn’t notice but last night he was the only one who didn’t attack me. I affected him just as much with that last spell as any one of you and he’s let it go.”

Willow shouted back.

“Yeah but all he had to do was kiss ME” Buffy whined.

“And I bet he enjoyed every second of that huh? Kissing his mortal enemy”

At that moment Giles, Xander, Anya, and Spike walked in.

Xander was complaining loudly.

“She can’t do it Giles, it’s too dangerous and who is going to look after her. You said yourself Buffy couldn’t go.”

Xander stopped when he saw Willow. His face flushed with shame as he looked at his best friend.

“Oh hi Will”

He mumbled he at least had the decency to look ashamed.

He knew it would do no good to talk while she THAT expression on her face, she gave him a small nod of understanding and sat down.

Anya walked straight over to Willow, Looking her in the eye she said with conviction.

“Hello Willow, I would like to apologise for yesterday” she exclaimed.

Willow frowned “But Anya you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not mad at you.”

“I should have controlled my boyfriend better. He shouldn’t have been mean to you. When we got home, he was angry - not with you, himself. It was very irritating and I told him he had no right to talk to you in such an unpleasant voice.”

Willow smiled at the ex-demon, as she heard Spike chuckle behher.her.

“Thank you Anya. I think you’re a lot more human than some so called humans.”

Anya beamed “Thank you Willow. You mean Buffy don’t you?”

Spike burst out laughing at that.

“Can it bleach boy” Buffy hissed.

Willow looked over at Spike and grinned as she sat on the sofa, he kept chuckling even as he sat next to her.

“Ello’ Pet” he said

“Hi Spike”

Willow was glad he was there; at least she felt she had someone there who wouldn’t belittle her.

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Once everyone was seated Giles began to explain the reasons behind the inclement weather that had been plaguing Sunnydale.

Spike kept flicking glances in Willow’s direction; he was more and more concerned about her safety as Giles’s research in to the chaos demons brought to light things even he didn’t know.

Willow could feel Spike looking at her, she wondered why? She could understand if he was worried for her but he wasn’t - was he?

“So Willow now you’ve h the the background and the way the spell needs to be worked - would you consider doing it?”

Giles asked, finally sitting down and cleaning his glasses.

Willow frowned at the former Watcher “Why can’t you do it Giles’s - you‘ve been practicing far longer than I have”

Giles flushed slightly “Thank you Willow but the fact is, even at your tender age you are much more powerful than I could or have ever been”

Willow gawped at him “Your kidding right?”

Smiling Giles shook his head.

“But Giles’s she’s only been casting for a few months” Buffy exclaimed.

Spike snorted “What’s up Slayer? Wanna be the only Super Scooby?”

“No - look all I meant was I thought it took years to become a fully fledged witch?” The Slayer mumbled.

Giles shook his head and smiled warmly at Willow “Not when you have a natural talent”

Willow flushed “But Giles, my spells have been going wrong these last month or so?” she frowned.

“I believe that was because of your emotional state - not your power. You had a tough time after Oz left. In addition, I fear that as your friends we did not see the pain you were going through. I’m sorry,” he told her.

Willow nodded “Thank you Giles for the vote of confidence but I’m not sure?”

“Why don’t you try something now?” Spike asked

Willow bit her lip - it was all Spike could do not to groan aloud at the action.

Giles agreed “Just something small - maybe glamour?” he queried.

Willow concentrated for a moment, closing her eyes she breathed deeply - the room was silent, all eyes on the young witch.

When all of a sudden before their startled eyes her once beautiful red hair turned a flaxen blonde!

“Wow!” Xander cried.

Spike grinned “Dunno if I like that pet? Can’t call you Red now can I?”

He reached out a finger and hesitantly touched a blonde tress.

“Wehat hat would sure save me money at the beauty parlour” Buffy told her friend, relived when she saw friefriend return her smile.

“Very good Willow - do you think you could try something else? - something bigger?” Giles asked, pleased to see that Willow seemed to have regained her focus.

“Um like what?” Willow asked, shaking her head so the glamour faded and her own red hair appeared.

“How about something that will affect one of us. Your choice of course.”

Anya jumped up “Give me red hair!” she cried.

“I was thinking of something a little more difficult,” Giles explained. Smiling at the ex-demon’s enthusiasm.

“Oh I know” Willow cried

Digging through her bag, she found her mirror.

“Spdo ydo you mind if I try this on you?” she asked softly.

Spike raised surprised eyes to hers “Try what love? -cos I really don’t fancy being turned in to a frog”

“Eww - no, no frogs. I don’t really want to say - okay. Just trust me that it won’t hurt and I won’t turn you into anything oosshhy”

Spike nodded “K’ pet” ,Smiling at her choice of words.

Willow handed him the mirror - Spike quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Er pet - vampire remember?” he told her looking into the glass and seeing nothing.

“Just close your eyes and place the mirror on your palm face up”

Spike did as he was told.

He felt Willow place her hand over his and the mirror.

Willow chanted softly, feelthe the power building in her stomach.

Pushing the energy along her arm and into her hand.

Spike jumped slightly as he felt the tingle of power surge into his hand, he could almost hear the buzz of energy in the air.

Willow slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at Spike intently; he looked like he had been carved from marble - he was so still.

He still had his eyes shut, his dark lashes lying against his pale cheeks.

The room was silent, as the Scooby’s held their collective breaths.

“Spike” Willow whispered.

Spike’s eyes opened slowly, trapping her in their azure depths.

“Look” she told him, indicating to the mirror.

Spike frowned but glanced down anyway.

What he saw had his eyes growing wide.

“Is that me?” he whispered, his voice reaching Willow’s ears only.

Willow nodded; she knew what he could see.

For the first time in 120 years, Spike could see his reflection!

Spike kept gazing in the mirror, he had forgotten how blue his eyes were, how sharp and angular his cheekbones appeared - seemingly sharp lines that slashed his face.

He raishinihining eyes to hers “Thank you” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Not caring of the gasps, he heard around them.

“Your welcome” She replied, her lips tingling from the brief contact.

“Willow?” Giles asked softly.

Willow turned to him; she had forgotten anyone else was in the room.

“What did you do?” he asked, wondering what had prompted Spike’s tear-filled glance and chaste kiss.

< Chaste? Spike? >

Smiling Willow told him “I gave him back his reflection”

“What? - Willow that is amazingly advanced .How long will it last?” he asked, wonder in his voice.

Spike turned to her, keen to know too.

“Always, but only in that mirror.”

“I knew you had a lot of power Willow, you just need to practice it more. Harness it. Now I suspect you’re tired, would you like me to take you home? Buffy, Xander and Anya can patrol.”

“I’ll walk her home” Spike spoke up suddenly.

All eyes turned to him, Buffy spoke up first.

“I really don’t think…” but was cut off but Spike; “Tell us something we don’t know”

“Thank you Spike, it‘s nice of you to offer.” Willow told him, picking up her bag she turned to the others.

“How long do I have to get in magic-shape as it were?, how long do I have before I have to cast the chaos demon out?”

“About 2 or 3 weeks, I don’t think the towns resources can hold after that.” Giles told her, smiling as he saw the fire in her eyes.

“Then I guess I bettet pet practicing then. Night all” she told them, letting Spike pull her gently out the door.

“Should we really let him walk her home Giles? He is still a demon remember” Buffy sulked.

“Are you blind Buffy? He is infatuated with her”

“What because she gave him his reflection?” Buffy frowned, hating the fact that Willow was now centre of attention - she may be her best friend but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

“No, long before that, I thought something was off about him Giles? He’s been around a lot more, helping with research. Also the way he stood up for her last night. Do you think Willow knows he loves her Giles?” Xander asked smiling.

Happy that his friend seemed to have found someone who would worship her, as she deserved. Spike maybe an annoying, sarcastic, and okay sometimes a homicidal maniac but no one could say he wasn’t fiercely loyal to those he loved.

Just look at his love for Dru?

That had lasted centuries and the only reason they had broken up was that she had gone after Angelus!

Giles smiled at Xander, glad to see the young man was taking this new development in his stride.

“I don’t think she has any idea about what’s to come. If what I’ve read about Mr William ‘the bloody’, she’s in for a few surprises.”

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Willow and Spike had been walking in silence since they left the Watcher’s apartment building.

Spike had her mirror in his pocket, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface, hating the moment when he would have to return it to Willow.

His brain was working overtime - trying to figure out why Willow had done that spell for him, how she had known that was his one secret desire - to see his own face again.

“Why’d you do that pet?” he blurted.

Willow looked up at him, “I wanted to thank you for yesterday, I wasn’t even sure I could do it. Oh, was it okay I mean I didn’t offend you at all? Because back at Giles is you seemed happy but maybe you were just in shock? I should have asked. I’m really sorr…”

Spike’s soft lips capturing her own cut off Willow’s diatribe.

Willow gasped, giving Spike the chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking hers - Willow could feel her knees turning to jelly.

Spike slid his arms around her holding her close, he could feel her power in her kisses - little sparks seem to be zapping through his brain- causing not unpleasant shocks through his central nervous system.

He felt Willows arms go haltingly around his neck.

Her fingers twinning themselves in the soft hair at his nape, her short fingers holding him to her.

Spike raised his head and looked down into confused, lust filled eyes.

He knew that if he looked into the mirror he would see the same lust in is own.

“OH” Willow gasped, not sure what has brought about Spike’s onslaught ; and really not caring.

< He’s obviously grateful for what I did - why else would he kiss me like that? >

“I think that about covers it Pet” he grinned, taking her hand in his they set off again to her house.

They were silent the rest the rest of the way, both lost in their own thoughts. Fingers woven together so neither could tell where one started and the other stopped.

Walking slowly up to her front door, Spike got ready to give her back the mirror.

“Would you like to come in?” She asked quietly.

Spike nodded, not sure how to bring up the mirror; or for that matter the kiss they has shared earlier
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Willow walked into the kitchen and turned “Hot chocolate?”

“You know the way to my heart red” he laughed.

Willow blushed and set about making the drinks.

She didn’t notice Spike walk up behind, His boots making no noise on the soft floor.

Feeling his hand on her hair she froze “Spike?”

“Don’t ever change this pet? I didn’t like you as a blonde, You didn’t have any fire” he whispered softly in her ear.

Willow shuddered at the huskiness of his tone and her head fell back on to his chest, “You like my hair?” she asked, her voice low.

“Uh huh, looks like liquid fire” he told her, running his fingers it gently “So soft, like your skin” he whispered kissing her cheek; “Your eyes” he moaned turning her to face him.

Willow gazed up at him, her eyes glazed with emotion. Spike leant down and traced an eyebrow with a cool fingertip.

Her eyes fluttered closed.

“But not as soft as your lips. Can I kiss you Willow?” he whispered.

Willow nodded, her movements sluggish, leaning down Spike caught her bottom lip between his own and sucked gently.

Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

Spike’s hands settled on her waist, lifting her easily he sat her on the countertop.

Willow moaned as she felt him stand between her legs, his hands resting gently on her denim clad thighs.

“Spike?” she moaned as her nibbled on her neck, his tongue sweeping along her jaw.

Willow forced her eyes open and stared in to his. He smiled at her and lowered his head to her lips again, his hands sliding under her shirt.

Willow groaned low in her throat as she felt his cool skin against her own, his hands moving slowly until they cupped her satin and lace covered breasts.

Spike’s fingers danced lazily up her torso, tormenting her flesh with his.

Her skin was like fire, as his hands brushed the undersides of her breasts he bit back a moan, his demon screaming at him to hurry and claim her - but his mind telling him to take things slow.

< Slow be damned, if I don’t taste her soon I’ll combust > his addled brain told him.

Easing her shirt from her shoulders, his lips never breaking contact with hers, sliding the garment down her arms and away - he suddenly pulled back, needing to see her.

Willow’s mind swam, she almost cried out when his mouth left hers, her brain informing slowly of her partially clad state.

Her eyes flashed open, glancing down she saw her shirt laying in a crumpled heap on the counter next to her, her body dressed in only a bra on open display.

Moving quickly to cover herself, but before her arms could move Spike’s hands had caught her gently around the wrists.

“Don’t Pet, please. You are so beautiful.” he whispered placing feather soft kisses along her collar bone.

Willow shook her head “No, I’m not” she whispered, horrified at the thought of him finding her less than desirable.

Spike raised his head and stared at her , his eyes never leaving hers he slowly slid the straps of her bra down her arms, pulling the material away until she was fully exposed .

“Spike!” she cried, as she felt his tongue touch her swollen tip, sensations flooding her body.

Willow didn’t know whether to push him away or let him devour her alive - she opted for the later.

Clutching his head she could do no more than hold on as he feasted on her flesh, each sweep of his tongue or nip of his teeth enticing more moans and cries from her, he could smell her arousal and knew she was on the brink.

Quickly undoing her jeans he slid two fingers in, her head snapped back as she felt his fingers slide across her core - his fingers moving rapidly, He felt her tug his mouth back to hers as she came on a cry he swallowed down.

Wanting to take the sound into his very soul.

Pulling from her, he kissed her softly as her breathing returned to normal, by the time she had opened her eyes he had her fully dressed, all but her bra which was stuffed in his pocket.

His body was hard and rearing go but he knew that he would have to wait, his little witch was exhausted, not just from their exertion but also her spells earlier.

Picking her up gently, Willow snuggled contentedly in his arms as he carried her to her room.

“Spike?” she asked softly, green eyes heavy with passion.

“You need your sleep pet, I’ll see you tomorrow k’?” he told her, lying her on the bed.

As his hand went in to his pocket he felt her mirror, taking one last look at his face he whispered.

“Where will I put this pet?”

Willow frowned “Put what?” she mumbled

“Your mirror” he told her, brushing her hair from her forehead.

Willow frowned and sat up, looking at him in the half light.

“I thought you understood - that’s yours. Forever.” smiling as she saw the comprehension dawn on his face.

“Mine? Always?” he whispered sitting next to her on the bed.

Willow nodded “I made it for you” she told his shyly, suddenly remembering what had happened downstairs not 10 minutes before.

“Why …?” she murmed, blushing as he grinned.

“Your tired, and the magic took a lot out of you. I promise you Red when we make love - your gonna need every bit of strength you can muster”

“Oh” she giggled, sighing as he gave her a final kiss goodnight ,before he left through the French doors.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright and said aloud “When we make love!”

Lying down she could have sworn she heard a chuckle coming from outside the window, along with the scent of cigarette smoke.

< Sleep tight pet - I’ll be seeing you soon >

TBC