Lost Memories

An hour and a half and she hadn’t made it through the first page of the paper that she was writing. A paper that just happened to be due the day after tomorrow. She’d get a few sentences typed and then discover that she’d somehow zoned out for 10 or 15 minutes, completely losing her train of thought and having no clue what she’d even typed last. Of course then she’d have to go back and read what she’d already composed and get back on track for the next few words, and the terrible cycle would start all over again. She just couldn’t seem to concentrate. Well that was nothing new lately, now was it? With the magic withdrawals and all, lack of concentration was something she’d grown accustomed to.

What was new however, was the cause of the brain blockage. She wasn’t thinking about spells or ingredients, wasn’t wishing she could just zap the computer and be done with the damn assignment, hadn’t even had the shakes at all today. Her latest source of torment came in the form of one very attractive, if not somewhat narcissistic, vampire. It was very hard to be concerned with assignments and the due dates of said assignments when all her stupid head could produce were images from the previous night’s activities. Flashes of platinum blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and marvelous alabaster skin - oh so much beautiful naked skin - had plagued the poor witch since she had opened her eyes this morning. It’s a miracle she’d even made it through her classes today and had considered herself extremely lucky not to have been called on in any of them. Leaving her free to replay last night over and over again.

Her desire to see him had been so great that she’d set up her laptop at the Magic Box instead of going home to hide in her bedroom as had been her habit so often lately. She wasn’t delusional, she knew if he showed up, it wouldn’t be to see her, but at least she’d get to be close to him, for a few minutes. She’d use that time to either confirm that last night had been real, or convince herself it’d been a dream. She’d almost gone home when the sun started to set , almost decided that even if it had been real - and she knows it was - that he wouldn’t want to see her again. But then, her mind had drifted back to that kiss. That incredible tender kiss that she had been the recipient of just seconds before he disappeared out her window in a swirl of black leather. That kiss held so much promise, so much honesty. She felt as if he’d laid his heart and soul - metaphorically speaking of course since you can’t see a soul and hey, he didn’t have one - out for her to touch, if only for a moment.

Last night he had trusted her with so much, the tenderness with which he’d touched her, made love to her, the passion in that final kiss, yep he would most certainly give her hell today. He’d probably walk in here and start right in with his snarky attitude and biting insults, if only to reiterate how evil he can be. Oh goddess, why didn’t she just go home? Any other time, any other situation and she could handle it, but not right now, not after last night. She had to get out of here before he barged in and ruined the first ounce of peace she’d found since the night she’d almost killed Dawn. A sudden soft breeze gently ruffling the small hairs on her arm caused her to jerk her head up and instantly she was lost in those remarkable blue eyes, the very ones that had haunted her all day.

“EEP! SPIKE! How’d you get there? Where’d you come from? How long have you been leaning over my shoulder?”

“Let’s take it one at a time shall we? Walked, my crypt, and just long enough to see you’re not making much progress with your studies. That cover it all?” He sat down in the chair beside her, and oh goddess, his leg was snug against hers and judging by the (incredibly sexy) smirk playing on his lips, it was no accident.

He leaned over ever so slightly and breathed her in. Oh yessss, that’s it right there, the scent that had ghosted just out of his reach all day. His Red, the spice, the magic, and oh heaven help him, the arousal. His mind, of it’s own accord, dragged every second of the previous night front and center and suddenly he was more turned on that he’d been even at the time. Because now he knew. Knew exactly how she felt, how she tasted, how she moaned when he hit that perfect spot that made her eyes roll back in her head, how beautiful she was flushed, naked, and wanton beneath him. He had to get a bloody grip, else Anya was going to get one helluva show.

“Yep, well, hey, I gotta go, you know homework and such. Plus, you know Buffy’ll be here soon, and she’ll be wanting you……. For the slayage I mean, she’ll need your help with the staking. Staking the vampires I mean, you know the evil ones? Not…not that you’re not evil cause you are, with the “grrr” and all, but you help us, so that’s good, but yeah, I’m just going to stop talking now and get out of the way.”

“Oh, don’t mind him Wills, you’re not in the way, evil blood-sucking fiends don’t count.”

“Slayer, so nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Spike said as he stretched back in his chair, looking extraordinarily cat-like.

“Is he bothering you Willow? Cause, you know I could dust him for ya.” Buffy was already reaching for the stake she keeps hidden in her sleeve.

“NO! I mean, uh, no, he’s not bothering me, not at all, he was just waiting for you, and I was just leaving.”

“Well, if you're sure, but hey, if you change your mind, just let me know.” With that and one very decidedly evil grin, she headed to the training room to find her favorite axe.

Willow picked up her laptop case and started to stand up when she felt Spike’s hand give her thigh a gentle but firm squeeze, his fingers so close to the growing heat between her legs that she almost let a moan slip. She looked over and was startled to see that he wasn’t watching Buffy walk away as he was normally incline to do, but was instead staring very intently at her lips.

As the slayer strutted off he looked up to see that Anya had disappeared, probably into the storage room and knew that this was his moment. Never one to let an opportunity like that pass by, he went in for the kill.

So fast that later she wouldn’t be sure if it happened at all, he brushed his lips across hers and just like that, he was gone, following Buffy out the back.