(part 2)

Disclaimer on first part

 The other occupants of the room looked on in amazed horror. For one in
  his immortal lifetime, Angelus was speechless. Buffy even stopped
  herself from attacking at the sight of her best friend making out with a
  vampire. She’d seen it before, but had hoped it wouldn’t happen again.

  Spike and Willow could both feel the passion being ignited and the
  memories of their first meeting surging to the surface, breaking free
  from under layers of denial and confusion. Willow buried her hands in
  Spike’s hair and pressed herself closer to him, trying to drown in him.
  He responded in kind, his mind empty of anything beyond the feelings,
  the taste of her lips and the passion that was stirring within him.

  Willow started to feel a bit faint and immediately realized that she
  needed air, and fast! She pulled away with a gasp, clutching onto
  Spike’s shoulders for support as she sucked air into her empty lungs.
  Spike seemed dazed for a moment while he regained control of his
  rampaged emotions and his body’s responses.

  All at once the impact of what had happened hit them. They replayed a
  part of their first meeting to the letter. At the same time, Spike and
  Willow both jumped away from eathother, trying to gather their bearings.
  They stared into the eyes of the other as reality crashed down on them.

  Willow seemed to be mouthing something but no air was pushing past her
  lungs to make the appropriate sounds. Spike eyes just widened and her
  started to look a little afraid for his life -- or rather, his unlife.
  All eyes were on the startled couple in the middle of the room. Angelus
  was the first to break out of his trance.

  “What in Satan’s name was THAT?” He managed to convey enough contempt
  into that statement, which it would shame even the most hardened racist.

  Willow started babbling to God or some othersuch nonsense. Spike on the
  other hand, knew what his future probably held and was not liking it in
  the least. And he voiced his concern.

  “Oh shit,” he whispered, his voice laced with tension. “I’m going to be
  staked by everyone here. I’m leaving. Now.” With that he turned, but
  before he could take a step, Willow’s hand shot out and wrapped itself
  around his wrist. Spike tried to shake her off but she held on tight,
  her face set and clearly conveying the resolve that she felt.

  “Wait. I’ve got to explain this to them and you’re not going anywhere
  until I’m done. So, stay.” Her tone had gotten harsher and louder and by
  the time she was done, Willow was practically shouting and her tone left
  no room for any arguments. Spike decided, and wisely too, not to contest
  her decision. He still had the bruises from their last fight.

  “Well, anyone want to explain? I’m getting VERY impatient. Trust me
  when I say that’s not a good thing.” Angelus was acting like the idiot
  that he is and furthering angering the pissed-off hacker. Willow
  intended to take this at her own pace but with every word out of
  Angelus’ mouth, her hatred and anger towards him came to the surface.

  “Shut UP!! How dare you come in here and try to kill us. AGAIN! Are you
  some sort of child or something. I mean, what’s up with this whole
  revenge kick, anyways? Isn’t the whole ‘I’m gonna’ hurt Buffy ‘cause she
  made me feel good’ a little childish. Why don’t you just accept the fact
  that you were once almost human and get on with your life…or unlife as
  the case may be.”

  Druscilla whimpered at the tone of Willow’s voice, and drew Willow’s
  attention away from Angelus. Willow wasn’t too impressed with Dru
  either. Her antics had got them into trouble more than once and she was
  sick of the insane vampiress. She stalked over to the raven-haired
  beauty and started to tear into her as well.

  “What the hell is wrong with YOU? Wimpering like a dog? Oh, and by the
  way, if you’re a clairvoyant, why didn’t you see this plan fail? I mean,
  what a load of shit!” All traces of the caring and shy Willow had
  vanished, replaced by a brave and out-spoken individual who had done a
  good job thus far and was continuing to put on a show worth seeing.

  Willow felt a pair of hands drop to her shoulders and a heavily-accented
  voice reached her ears.

  “Pet, I’m thinking that maybe you should calm down a bit. I’ve got a
  feeling that we both have a lot of explaining to do. You might find it
  easier to help with that if you’re not so bloody angry, hmmmm?” Spike
  was rather impressed with Willow’s temper. It rivaled that of Dru’s and
  was pretty damn sexy. At least to a vampire.

  Willow saw the truth in Spike’s suggestion. Things WOULD go a lot
  smoother if she could just get a grip on her rampaging emotions. She
  turned around, gave Spike a stiff and curt nod of the head then walked
  over to the library table. She glanced around the room taking in the
  shocked and disbelieving stares that came from everyone except Spike. He
  had seen what she could do, the others had not.

  “Soooo,” Willow drew the word out, trying to avoid looking at the
  others. “Time for a rousing game of ‘Twenty Questions’. Who wants to go
  first?”

  “Me,” yelped Xander, his voice cutting out the other volunteers. “What
  the Hell happened to you? When did you become Superwoman? And why in
  God’s name did you just suck face with HIM? Are you possessed or
  something? Has this happened before? You two looked pretty comfortable
  there”

  Willow shook her head, already feeling a massive headache coming on. She just shook her head and remembered the last time she played this game. Buffy had asked the same questions, same order and with the same tone. This time however, she had an audience composed of friends AND enemies. Suddenly the weight of her actions became apparent to her and she groaned. I can’t believe I just did that! I mean I kissed him! How  could I do that? He’s the enemy. He’s tried to kill us a dozen times and then I go and kiss him. What is wrong with me? You’d think I’d learn.

While she was mentally kicking herself, another thought came to her. Wait a minute. Spike wasn’t actually fighting me off or anything. Hmmmm, interesting. Now why would he NOT do anything. That isn’t like  him. Spike would gladly jump at the chance to kill me. Wouldn’t he?

  Spike had stopped paying attention for a very good reason. Or at least
  in his mind, it was a very good reason. He was thinking about Willow.
  More specifically, about Willow’s mouth and the two times he’d been able
  to touch it with his own. Memories of their first encounter mixed with
  this most recent one. He realized that Angleus and Dru were both sending
  him nasty glares and promises of revenge. He turned to Willow, who was
  getting ready to answer the boy’s questions.

  “In order, I kissed him, and in doing so saved all your butts. I’m not
  Superwoman, do you see tights or spandex? Once again, I did it because I
  didn’t want anyone dead. NO, I’m not possessed or anything else like
  that, Buffy asked the same question. And last but not least, YES, this
  has happened before. Satisfied?” She had said this all in one breath,
  and was quite winded by the end.

  “Um, Willow? What do you mean, this had happened before?” Giles, the
  ever listening Watcher, was very hesitant in his questioning. He didn’t
  fancy being the object of her wrath. “You also mentioned Buffy,
  something about her asking the same questions. Does she know about
  another encounter?” He had picked up on this little detail, while it had
  sailed over the heads of the others. His gaze turned to Buffy, changing
  from hesitant to disapproving.

  “Oh, right…Buffy. Great. Me and My big mouth….”

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