Willow gasped as she gently lowered herself into the hot water, moaning softly as the water caressed her sore skin. Looking down, tears began to slip from her eyes; all over her body were bites and bruises from the events of the last week.

< Goddess, > she thought, leaning her head back against the wall. < It's been a whole week since I first had sex with Spike, I've been going over there every night since, and it is the same thing every night. He fucks me and bites me and hurts me, and yet, I go back, every night. I just... can't...stop. > Tears spilled down her cheeks as she started sobbing.

*-*-*-*

Buffy grinned at Riley. "I had a really good time meeting your parents."

"They adore you," Riley smiled.

"Thank you for taking me with you to Iowa. It was so nice to be away from the pressures of Slaydom."

"It sure was," he said. He looked past her. "So this is where you really want me to drop you off?" Riley asked. "At Willow's house?"

"Yeah. Mom is out of town tonight, so Willow and I decided it would be better for me to stay with her. Plus we get to play catch up. I want to see if I missed anything, and I want to tell her how wonderful my trip was."

He smiled. "Ok, call me tomorrow."

"I will." She kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, returning her kiss.

Buffy slid out of his car and bounced up Willow's walkway. Turning she waved at him as she walked inside the house.

*-*-*-*

"Willow?" Buffy asked softly, opening Willow's bedroom door. "Are you here? I know you are home, but I can't find you! Willow?" She walked around the bedroom. Nothing seemed out of place. She noticed the bathroom door half open. Pushing it all the way open, she gasped in horror.

Willow was in the bathtub, her eyes closed, head against the wall. Her body was covered in bruises and vampire bites. "Oh, my god!" she cried.

Willow jumped awake. "What? Huh? Where am I?" She looked up. Her eyes widened as she realized Buffy was staring down at her. "Oh goddess... Buffy... it's not what it..."

"*Who* did this to you?" she hissed.

"No, Buffy, you can't do."

"WHO, Willow? Who hurt you? I'm going to stake him so hard..." She growled. "Damn it! Who did this to you? Tell me!"

Tears spilled onto Willow's cheeks yet again. She got up quickly and wrapped a towel around her. "Buffy, no, you don't understand! It's not what it seems?"

"Not. What. It. Seems? Let's see, Will, you have bruises and vampire bites *all* over your body, so obviously, I'm guessing that some vampire is making you have sex with him, unless you just happened to have been kidnapped and held hostage by a group of vampires for the week."

Willow grabbed at the potential explanation. "Yeah! That's it! Hostage! Horrible, terrible time in my life. Never gonna be the same. Gotta go now," she said quickly, picking up her clothes.

"Willow, you suck at lying. Besides, if that were true, Giles would have called me."

"I."

"Willow, what does the vampire have over you? What is he... why is he doing this to you?"

"He hurts," Willow said softly.

"So he takes it out on you? Why would some random vamp pick you to do this to...?" Buffy's eyes widened. "Please tell me it's not."

"Yes, it is," Willow said softly. "And it's scary, because when we are in passion mode, the whole pain thing doesn't... work. He hurts me and..."

"That's it. I'm staking him," Buffy proclaimed.

"Wait," Willow cried. "There's more."

"What?" Buffy asked. "What else could there possibly be?"

"I like it," Willow said mumbled.

"YOU WHAT?"

Willow flinched. "I like it. I can't explain it," she said, "but it turns me on so much. He bites and he... he's not gentle at all, he's rough, sometimes he is simply brutal and he *loves* to make me bruise, to mark me... and... I like it. What he does makes me have at least two orgasms every time."

"Are you that lonely, Willow?"

Willow looked up at Buffy, tears in her eyes. "I don't need your condescension! I should have known you wouldn't understand, Buffy," the redhead hissed. "I think you better go home to your house tonight. I'm going to Spike's." She began to dress.

Buffy grabbed her arm. "Oh, no you aren't!"

"I want to see you try to stop me," Willow sniffed. She yanked her arm away glaring at her *friend*. "Now leave me the hell alone." She finished pulling her clothes, walked downstairs and out the front door.

*-*-*-*

Spike opened the door. "Pet!" he exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting you tonight, I thought Slutty was coming home! Xander's here, we went on a shopping spree and bought a new entertainment center for the apartment... do you want to join us?"

When Willow looked up at him, he gasped at the tears running down her face. "Red, what's wrong?"

Willow narrowed her eyes. "I HATE YOU, SPIKE!" she screamed, hitting him in the chest. She pushed him in the apartment and pounced on him, knocking him down. She kept hitting him over and over, repeating, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Obviously, the redhead's violent outburst didn't hurt Spike, but he was confused. He glanced momentarily at Xander, who was staring wide-eyed at Willow. Spike grabbed Willow's wrists, holding them as tight as he could without the chip going off. "Pet, what is it?"

She started sobbing, falling to his chest. "I hate you," she said quietly. "I hate the way you make me feel, I hate discovering the pleasure that your pain gives me. I hate that Buffy saw all the bruises and the bites and that now she wants to stake you... I hate that I have fallen in love with you."

Spike froze at her declaration. < Oh god, she, loves me? I never meant for her to fall in love. Oh shit, oh shit. > "Pet," he said softly, "why don't you go upstairs and lay down and sleep some, you look exhausted. I'll be right here if you need me."

Willow sat up and yanked her hands out of his grasp. She wiped at her tears angrily. "And you know what else I hate?" she asked, standing up.

Spike sat up. "What's that, pet?"

"I hate that you don't love me back." She turned and walked upstairs.

"Trouble in paradise?" Xander asked softly, looking at the dumfounded expression on his friend's face.

Spike got up off the floor where Willow had left him. "I gotta call Peaches." He picked up the phone and dialed growling at the phone when he got a busy signal.

*-*-*-*

"ANGEL!" Buffy shrieked. "I don't think you fully understand the magnitude of this problem! Spike is *beating* Willow while he fucks her! And she's not even trying to stop him! As a matter of fact, she ran over there to be with him!"

"I just don't see the problem," Angel said softly. He knew the situation, had talked to both Spike and Willow about it. He knew it was helping Spike, and he knew that Willow was enjoying herself.

"HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THE PROBLEM?"

"I would appreciate it, Buffy, if you would not scream in my ear. Let me ask you something. Have you ever had sex with a vampire?"

"Yeah," Buffy snapped. "You."

Angel guffawed into the phone. "A *real* vampire, Buffy. Not a souled one."

"Of course not! I'm the Slayer!"

"Then you have no clue what vampire sex is like, do you?"

"You mean..."

"Yeah," Angel said. "When Spike is with her, he's doing everything he can do to her that he would do with a vampire. Everything her body can handle."

"Why doesn't she stop it?"

"I think she likes it, Buffy," Angel said softly.

"No. I refuse to believe that she likes it."

"Fine, refuse to believe it," Angel said. "But it's just going to cause a big fight between you and Willow."

"This is wrong, Angel," Buffy cried. "I'm going to stop it one way or the other. If it involves staking Spike, then so be it."

Angel growled dangerously. "If you so much as touch my childe, Buffy, you will seriously regret it."

"Are you threatening *me*, Angel?" Buffy asked incredulously.

"No, I'm not threatening, Buffy. I'm promising. Now, why don't you take yourself home and relax for a while. Or better yet, go find your farm boy and work your frustrations out on him. Leave Willow and Spike alone."

Buffy scowled. "Whatever," she said, slamming the phone down.

*-*-*-*

"It's ringing!" Spike almost shouted, waiting for Angel to pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Peaches, there's trouble. Buffy's -"

"Going ballistic," Angel said softly. "I know. She just called me and told me she was going to stake you."

"What?" Spike cried. "She can't bloody stake me, I'm not doing anything!"

"But hurting her best friend."

"Willow comes to me," Spike defended himself. "I don't make her do this."

"I know, and I tried to tell Buffy that, but she won't listen to me."

"Does the daft chit *ever* listen to anything?" Spike asked.

"No," Angel said. "Not when it's something she doesn't want to hear."

"So the bitch is coming over here to stake me, is that what you are telling me?"

"Yeah, she might try," Angel said.

"Great... There's more," Spike told his sire.

"More?" Angel asked.

"Willow said she loves me."

"Oh, no," Angel whispered. "Poor Willow."

"Yes, No... Angel I, I can't necessarily say that I don't love her."

"What?" Angel asked.

"She has done so much for me. I'm not a total unfeeling demon here. I know how to love. After all, I loved Dru if you recall? And well, I felt... something when she said she loved me."

"Oh, Spike."

"Yeah, I'm soft, I know." Spike laughed. "For the first time in two years, I don't mind." He sighed. "I'm gonna go upstairs to Willow she's still upset."

"Call me. I'll come to Sunnydale if you need me to."

"Thanks, Peaches," Spike said. Hanging up, he looked at Xander. "I'm going to go upstairs and make love to Willow. Will you stay here and make sure that psycho Slutty doesn't come in and stake me?"

"Sure," Xander said, clasping Spike's shoulder. The two men had become friends over the last week. It was amazing. Since Willow's influence in the vampire's life, he had become much more bearable to everyone around him. "Take good care of her."

"I plan to," Spike grinned.

*-*-*-*

"No." Willow whispered. "Please, Spike, not now."

Spike paused on his journey across the room. Willow was curled into a defensive ball on his bed, her hands squeezing the stuffing out of a pillow pressed against her face. Moving forward, he slowly climbed onto the bed to spoon behind the redhead. He felt her stiffen with apprehension as his arm wrapped around her and his hand clasped hers forcing the pillow away.

"Red, listen to me.."

"Not now... I... just want to sleep," she sobbed.

"Shh." Spike said. "It's going to be ok, pet."

"Spike, please."

Willow lay there, eyes closed trying to stop crying, as Spike gently began to stroke her hair. All she understood at that moment was that she had never before felt so confused and so vulnerable.

"Shh," he repeated. "Pet, you've taken care of me this whole week, let me take care of you for once," he whispered softly. Releasing her hands he gently stroked her hair away from her face and peeked at her expression, what he could see of it around the pillow.

Continuing to caress her hair, Spike slowly eased his other arm around Willow and moved them till he cradled her against his chest. Willow released the pillow and buried her face in his shoulder instead, her hands tangling in the front of his T-shirt with something resembling a death grip.

"Try to relax, Pet. Everything is going to be ok..." Spike murmured softly into her ear. He caressed her hair and continued the caress down her back. Cradling her gently and soothingly petting, he felt her body begin to relax. His body however was beginning to be tested by the tweaking Willow was unwittingly giving his nipples through his tormented T-shirt.

Gradually Willow stopped crying under Spike's unusually gentle ministrations. Relaxing as he continued murmuring sweet nothings, kissing her hair, stroking her back and legs. Yet she could not completely lose the apprehension that things would become brutal at any moment.

Caressing her cheek Spike gently tilted Willow's head back till he could see her face. With one finger he traced the drying tracks the tears had taken, then kissed her still damp lips.

Despite herself Willow sighed.

Thus encouraged, Spike deepened the kiss sliding his hand around to support her head.

When Willow pulled back to catch her breath, deep green eyes met intense blue and Willow gave up the last remnants of fear and tension inhabiting her body. She reached up and caressed Spike's cheek.

"Everything's is going to be all right pet," he repeated before kissing her again. Spike slid a hand inside her shirt caressing her back; stimulating her skin he slowly worked his hand over her till his thumb stroked her nipple.

Willow moaned into their kiss as she slid her hands into his hair. "You can do what ever you want to me...Spike, you know I'm yours"

"What I want to do is make love to you, Willow." As he said this he slipped off her shirt, stopping along the way to kiss each part of her body that he may have touched. His lips caressed her hand, elbow, shoulder, earlobe, and returned to her lips.

Willow could hardly believe what she was experiencing. She found herself wide eyed with wonder as Spike gently moved her off his lap to lay on her back all the while continuing to kiss every part of her that he could.

Spike found himself becoming more and more captivated with trying to kiss every part of Willow's body. Lying next to her, his mouth explored from her hairline down with regular pauses to linger at her lips while his hands continued to caress and stroke her.

Pulling away from Willows lips to allow her to breath, Spike's mouth and tongue explored her neck and shoulders lingering over the healing bite marks and veritably worshiping her breasts as though discovering them for the first time. Gently sucking, flicking and biting her nipples until Willow began to squirm, delighting in the sensations.

Willow's hands lingered on Spike's shoulder or hair or cheek as she enjoyed his unexpected attentions. As he began to continue down her body she gripped his T-shirt, pulling it off of him making him pause and smile up at her.

Spike continued his adventure down Willow's body, his lips lingering on her belly, venturing around to both sides (giggles revealing she was ticklish). While at the same time he slipped her skirt and panties past her hips and worked his way yet closer to those most intimate and sensitive folds.

Finally pushing her clothing to the floor and quickly shedding his own, Spike gently pushed Willow's legs apart and buried his nose in her curls to nuzzle against her sex before slipping his tongue between the lips. She moaned softly.

He smiled against her skin, enjoying the noises she made in response to him but pulled away to run his lips over the insides of Willow's thighs - one of his favorite places to bite. He felt Willow tense slightly, but he simply nibbled gently before returning to her moist cleft to run his tongue along her outer lips.

Grinning he began flicking his tongue against her clit. He sucked the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, gently biting before once again flicking and circling his tongue against it.

Willow reached down and grabbed a hold of his hair, pushing her hips into his face. She gasped softly, "Spike."

Releasing her clit to run his tongue up and down the length of her wet folds before sliding it inside her wet channel, Spike moved his hand from her hip and circled his thumb against her clit as his tongue slipped in and out of her. Feeling her body start to spasm against him, he glanced up past her curls to see her looking right at him. Without breaking eye contact Spike slipped his tongue out and began to circle and suck earnestly on Willow's clit, watching her struggle to keep her eyes open and locked with his as her body shuddered with orgasm. As her climax eased he climbed back up the bed to be face to face with her.

Willow quivered with still unreleased tension absorbing the continuing sensory stimulation of Spike's attentions and watched as he prowled back up the bed. All she could think of was the intensity of his eyes locked with hers, the way the bed moved as he moved over her, the way his legs brushed the insides of hers and then the feeling of his cock as it hovered and bobbed just above her. Despite the obvious, she found herself unable to anticipate what was going to happen.

Still keeping eye contact, Spike lowered he till their bodies were touching but he still supported his weight, unconsciously Willow's arms slipped lightly around him. He gazed into her guiless eyes and knew.

"I love you Willow," he said simply.

Willow held on to Spike. She felt her heart literally skip a beat as her world tilted slightly. She was speechless. He smiled at her then, breaking the spell that had briefly hung over them. She smiled in return and pulled him closer against her.

As they kissed, Spike slowly thrust into her causing them to moan into each other's mouths and kiss with even more passion. Willow began thrusting against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. They made love slowly, tenderly, caressing and stroking each other, when they came it was together. Willow had tears slipping down her cheeks and Spike was shocked at the intensity of his passionately but gently achieved orgasm.

After a few moments her orgasm subsided leaving her smiling into Spike's hair as his head lay on her chest. Willow whispered "Spike..."

"I love you," he interrupted her lifting his head to again meet her gaze. "I don't know when it happened, but I fell in love with you along the way somewhere."

Willow's smiled and tears still slipped down her cheeks "And I love you, Spike," she murmured.

"I know," he said kissing her as he shifted, pulling regretfully out of her and causing her to frown. He rolled to lie next to her as she curled against him resting her head on his shoulder and kissing his neck. "But will you still promise to beat me occasionally?" she said with a drowsy yawn.

"I'd be glad to, pet," he chuckled softly, kissing the tip of his mate's nose. The two lovers drifted off to sleep.

END.

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