"Willow's heart was soaring. That's the only way she could describe the feeling she felt. She was soaring, except for that one part that still belonged to Graham....that tiny bit of guilt was holding her down from true perfect happiness.

She and Spike had taken their time, after her profession of love. They continued living together, as friends, yet their touches were longer, and more intimate than before. This lasted almost a whole year. Until the inevitable happened...

Willow exploded with passion, practically attacking the vampire and ripping his clothes off.

Spike wanted their first time to be slow and romantic, but her need was urgent. She needed him right then, and of course, he complied. Their coupling was more animalistic than romantic, but Willow didn't mind. It was how she always imagined being with Spike would be.

Of course, after she came down off her high, he pulled her to him and caressed her gently, with a tenderness she never imagined the vampire could possess. He truly was the best of both worlds.

As she lay in her new lover's arms, she began to dream.

*-*-*-*

Willow looked around, frowning. The room she was in was made of off white stone. It was familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"It is agreeable to see you again, Witch," a male voice said.

Willow spun around. She smiled, seeing the Oracles in front of her. She'd visited them once with Angel a few years back, so she was aware of their identity. It amused her that the male Oracle was so fascinated with her magic.

"Hello," she smiled. "What am I doing here?"

"You have been brought here for finality," the female answered.

"Finality? You are going to kill me?" Willow asked, frowning.

"No, of course not. The Powers That Be don't want you dead. They only want you happy. Of the group of warriors they know they can depend on, you are the one that is not completely happy," the male answered.

She smiled. "Maybe not, but I'm happier than I've been in over a year."

"And that happiness will be complete, all in due time," the female said.

"But first, show me magic," the male quickly said.

The female threw him a look of annoyance. "Brother, we have not time for magic..."

He waved his hand at her, effectivly brushing her off. "Time has no meaning to us." He smiled at Willow.

Willow laughed. "Alright, I will give you some magic." She grinned, beginning the graceful movements of her hands. "Spike loves this one." She watched as fire appeared at all ten of her fingertips. She turned her hands together and the fire jumped from her fingertips to the space between her hands. The fire melded together to form a ball of light. She mumbled a few words and the ball exploded in a burst of confetti, which disappeared before it hit the ground.

The male laughed out loud. "I do so love your visits, Witch."

"Thank you. Now what is this about?" she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"We know you have fallen in love with the soulless demon," the female said.

Willow narrowed her eyes. "He might be soulless, but he's not a bad guy," she defended.

"Yes," the male said. "He makes Angel proud. However, that is not the issue. Your human lover is."

Willow frowned. "My human lover? Oh," she said, her face falling. "Graham. Yes. I miss him."

"And there is guilt there," the female said knowingly. "You feel guilt for loving the demon." Willow sighed. "Maybe a little."

The male smiled. "We are here to release that guilt."

Willow frowned. "No. It's one of the few things I have left from my husband. I want to keep it. If I get too happy with Spike, I might forget Graham."

"Beautiful, I'd never let you forget me."

Willow froze. "No," she whispred. "It can't be..."

"Come on, Pixie, turn around."

Willow closed her eyes and turned around. She opened them and inhaled sharply. There, just as she remembered him, stood her husband Graham Miller. She shook her head, horrified. "NO! Don't do this! Not when I'm finally moving on!"

He stepped forward and pulled the struggling woman into his arms. "Shhh....it's ok. I want you to move on."

She stopped her struggles and looked up at him. "What?"

He grinned down at her, his blue eyes dancing in merriment. "I know Spike makes you happy. I want you to be with him."

"Y...you do?"

"I never wanted you to be alone, Pixie. I know that a part of your heart has always belonged to Spike, and I was so pleased when he came to you."

She smiled. "You've been watching me."

"I had to make sure you were ok. I never intended to die, but it was my time. I'm in a good place, Willow."

"Good," Willow smiled. She stroked his face. "I love you."

"And you always will. And Spike accepts that, he knows that you love me, and is willing to share your heart with my memory."

"I know," she whispered. "He's matured over the last ten years."

"He's loved you since before I've even known you. And when I first found that out, I felt guilty, for taking you away from him. But I know now that things happened the way they were supposed to happen for you. You and I were supposed to have time together, and now, you are to be with Spike."

She smiled. "Thank you, Graham."

He hugged her. "I love you." He leaned down and kissed her one last time. "Remember, I'm always watching over you," he whispered against her lips.

Willow knew he was about to leave. Closing her eyes, she hugged him tightly. "I love you, Graham."

*-*-*-*

Spike stirred when he felt Willow moving beside him. He opened his eyes and gazed down at her. She was an angel, with her flushed skin and red hair fanned out over the pillow. She had the biggest smile on her face he'd ever seen. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

"I love you, Graham," she murmured.

Spike frowned. She hadn't talked to Graham in her sleep in several months. He sighed. <Too damn good to be true,> he thought. He got up and went downstairs.

*-*-*-*

Willow woke up blissfully happy. She glanced over and saw that Spike was gone. She got up and put on a robe, going downstairs. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV. He was brooding.

She jumped into his lap and hugged him tightly, nipping on his earlobe. "I love you, Spike."

"Yea," he said quietly.

"Spike, you look like Angel about ten years ago, all broody. What's wrong?"

He looked up at her shining eyes and wide smile. She looked exactly like she did all those years ago. "Pet, what happened? You are happy. I mean, no grief, just completely happy." "I went to the Oracles while I was asleep last night. They brought me there to tell me something." She ground into his lap, grinning devilishly.

He groaned softly at her teasing. "Not now...Red...please?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You've waited twelve years to get me in your bed, and now you don't want to?" She crossed her arms. "What have you done to my Spike, and please return him. I want my horny old man, not the brooding one."

He grabbed her shoulders. "Pet, listen. I know I'm being a big baby right now, but last night, you were all smiling, and then you told Graham you loved him."

She lifted her chin proudly. "I did tell him that, yes. Then he disappeared. It's not secret, Spike, that I DO love Graham. We just both neeeded to say our goodbyes."

"What? Pet, what are you talking about?" he growled.

"That's what happened while I was talking to the Oracles. Graham was there, and he told me that he was pleased that you made me happy, and that we were going to be together for the rest of my life, and to let go of the guilt for loving you. Then he told me he loved me, and I kissed him, and told him that I loved him, and then he left." She shrugged. "I CAME down here to celebrate with you..." She grinded into his lap for emphasis. "But since you are all being Angely, I'm going to go...do something else." She started to get up.

He grabbed her wrist, growling, "Wait, pet." He sat there for a moment, letting everything sink in. "You aren't going anywhere," he leered.

"I most certainly am," she teased. "I have other things to do....I need to....call Buffy."

He growled louder, grabbing her arms and pushing her down. Her body was crushed to the couch underneath him. "No, the Slayer isn't having anything to do with this right now. This is me and you, pet, the way it should be."

She slipped her hands under his shirt. "The way it should be," she whispered, smiling at him.

"I love you, pet," he said softly.

"And I love you, Spike," she giggled. She surrendered to him, body, mind, and soul.

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