TITLE: Comfort
AUTHOR: Ragna (Obsessive-Compulsive Spike)
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me!
DISCLAIMER: Everything except what comes out of my pretty little head belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None, unless I miraculously get hired to write for the show.
FEEDBACK: Wanted. Needed. SEND IT!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a Spike POV piece.
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I can't believe who unbelievably lucky I am. Really.

Never expected to find love after Dru. Who I'm pretty sure is off chasing after the poof in hopes he'll be her Daddy again. I really didn't.

And especially with her.

The small woman in my arms is as precious to me as my existence. And, yes, she was devious in breaking up with her boyfriend to be with me.

But that's something I admire in a woman. Especially in this one.

Last time I saw her, she stood up to me when I threatened to kill her friend. I didn't expect that from her. Considering what Angelus told us and what I saw for myself, she had been the weakest of them all. But...after I left, she grew up.

And grew up well.

And now this red haired vixen is dancing with me, next to me, close to me, where she belongs.

I glance around and see the two boys staring at us with abject hatred in their eyes. It's expected. They're both in love with her.

And the Slayer...I don't think Willow's ex will ever realize exactly what she feels towards him. But at least she's over the poof. For that, I think she's become bearable.

But Willow...her hair smells like strawberries, and she feels so warm. Warmer than anything I've felt before.

I know what will happen tonight. We'll leave this club, go to my apartment, and be together until she has to go to school.

I could get used to this.