Solace

Title: Solace

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/W

Summary: We find comfort in the strangest of places.

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Random Quote: "We change, whether we like it or not." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Disclaimer: I don’t own them I’m just playing with them a little bit… Sue me and all you will get is my debt.
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Willow woke several hours later, her mind trying to process everything that had happened. Maybe Tara had been right. All of that power that coursed through her had been so dark, so black, so evil. The things she had wanted to do and the things that she had done made her feel sick. She had really wanted to kill that little creature behind the counter. Had it not been for Spike, well Spike was another thing all together.

Not only had he been level headed but completely not evil. No she held that title all for herself as of yesterday. What had he meant when he had told her he hadn’t intended for their little show to go that far? Just because she like women did not mean she couldn’t find men, ok demons, attractive too. Did he find her disgusting? No that couldn’t be it he had told her she was beautiful. Maybe it was her magic that he found wrong.

“Internal babble is just as bad as external babble Willow.”

She sat up to find Spike walking around the room, steam coming off his pale skin. Rivulets of water dipped in and out of his tight muscles. He had a small terry cloth towel slung low on his hips showing the indents around his hipbones and boarding indecent. He pointed towards the small table in the room.

“Breakfast.” He said as he pulled his bag up on the bed. He pulled out a clean pair of black jeans and a clean black t-shirt. He continued to rummage through his bag before throwing it to the floor. “FUCK!”

Willow jumped, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t bring me bleeding gel.”

“Oh…” Willow slowly got out of bed, adjusting her tank top and flannel pant bottoms. “I have hairspray. Will that work?”

“No. Hair’s too curly. All the spray will do is make it crunchy.”

“Sorry. Uh and sorry for yesterday. Maybe Tara had a point.”

“Eh don’t worry about it. The chit we are going to see might be able to help you ground yourself. Help you control it and what not. Didn’t bother me none, found it pretty hot I did. Didn’t know you had it in you Red.”

Willow gave a sad smile before she sat down to pick at the breakfast on the table. She glanced at the clock seeing that it was four thirty in the afternoon and wondered how Spike had gotten bagels and muffins.

Spike sighed and looked down at the ground. “Red, I’m sorry for getting so carried away yesterday. I know I took it too far, my God damned demon took control and I couldn’t stop it. I don’t fancy myself as a rapist.”

“You’re not. It’s not like I told you to stop or wasn’t enjoying it.”

“But I thought?” He turned to face her, confusion etched on his face.

She giggled and shrugged, “If you’re not bisexual you are missing half the fun.”

Spike let out a rich laugh as Willow’s face was kissed with blush. Her green eyes darted down to her blueberry muffin and she shrugged. Spike left for the bathroom again, cloths in hand as Willow finished her meal. She got her things together for her shower and waited for Spike to finish up. She chuckled to herself when she heard him mumble about not having a reflection.

Spike emerged from the bathroom in his jeans, his black t-shirt slung over his shoulder. His platinum blonde hair was in messy curls all over his head. Willow stared at him for a moment before she stood up. She walked up to him and cocked her head to the side before she reached out. She ran her fingers through his hair marveling at the fact that even with all the dye it was still so soft.

Spike looked at her in shock. He stood very still forcing himself to maintain his composure. Since their little act inside the office he hadn’t been able to get the taste and feel of her out of his mind. She had ignited him in a way he hadn’t felt in years. Having her touch him now, void of any dark influences, was driving him crazy. He knew she would never want to touch something as useless and dirty as he was, not in her right mind that was.

“Sorry.” She said her eyes hitting the floor as she scooped up her stuff and headed towards the bathroom.

“Don’t ever be sorry for touching me…Well unless you like stab me or some such rot.” He smirked as she blushed, “How about fair turn about?”

“What?”

“You touch something of mine so I get to touch something of yours.” Spike leered at her hoping she would not see the nervousness he was feeling. He watched her think about this for a moment before she looked at him.

“What do you want to touch?”

“Surprise.”

“Umm only if I can say stop and you will if I’m uncomfortable, deal?”

“Really want to make a deal with the devil luv?”

“I trust you.”

Spike looked at her in amazement. She trusted him? Why? What had he done to deserve her trust? Without thinking he reached out with his right hand and cupped the side of her face. He caressed it with his thumb. She seemed to press into his hand. He let his hand travel a little lower so his thumb could outline her lips. Willow’s eyes fluttered closed and her breath hitched in her throat. He could hear her heart rate increase and he gave a gentle smile before he dropped his hand.

“Now go get ready.” He said and Willow’s eyes snapped open.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom and sighed; maybe bringing her hadn’t been such a good idea. He heard the shower start and he sighed, her caresses had cause a bit of a problem. He leaned back on the bed considering just how he was going to take care of the tightness in his jeans when he heard a blood curdling scream from the bathroom.

He jumped up, vamped out, and burst through the door. Willow stood in the shower pressed against the wall, terror etched in her face, screaming and pointing down at the shower floor. Her thin body glistened with moisture giving her the appearance of a Goddess.

“What I don’t see anything!” Spike looked around the room but could not see any signs of danger. He shook his head to rid himself of the demon face.

Willow’s already large eyes got even bigger when she realized Spike was in the bathroom with her. She let out another squeal and grabbed for a towel, never leaving the wall she was pressed against. She held the towel to her shaking body as tears streamed down her face.

“Please Spike help me, get rid of it please!”

“Get rid of wot? I don’t see anything!”

“Please it’s in here please Spike.” She sobbed as her body shook even harder.

Spike walked over to the shower and looked inside the tub. He cocked an eyebrow at the small girl and looked back into the basin.

“That’s what got you all upset?”

“It touched me please get rid of it. Please.” She begged him, she looked as if she were going to collapse.

Spike nodded and reached into the tub and picked up a small frog or toad he really wasn’t sure. He cupped it in his hands and turned to leave. He looked at Willow on last time before exiting, “You gonna be ok ducks?” She shook her head, her body still shaking as she watched him leave.

He chuckled once he was out of Willow’s earshot. He opened the door and let the little guy go. The frog/toad hopped away happily not giving Spike a second thought. Spike laughed again trying to remain quite as to not hurt Willow’s feelings.

They left the motel shortly after dusk. Jarvis looked at them in fear when they came in to drop off the room key.

“Room to your liking Mr. The Blood and Ms. The Witch?”

“Yeah fine Mate if you like frogs in your bath.”

“No no frog in Mr. The Bloody’s room.”

“Yes yes frog in Mr. The Bloody’s room. Nearly gave my witch here a heart attack. Would have had to kill you mate.”

“Next visit free for Mr. The Bloody and Ms. The Witch, yes?”

“Sounds like a plan. See you in a few days.”

“You go to see her?”

“Yeah wot of it?”

“Her has not been to see me in many years.”

“Yeah she does that. Likes her caves and all.”

“Tell her Jarvis misses her.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you for the room Mr. Jarvis.” Willow said as she and Spike turned to leave.

“Thank you for not killing me Ms. The Witch.”

“You’re welcome.”