3AM

TITLE: 3 AM (Part Eight of Red's Fire)
AUTHOR: Jinni (jinni@witchslove.com)
COUPLE: Willow/Spike
RATING: R
DISTRIBUTION: My site and Tienco's site and Jai's site. All others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!! MatchBox 20 owns '3 AM.'(quoted loosely throughout the fic)
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Mentions stuff that happens at the end of Season Four.
SUMMARY: Willow gets angry, and decides to do something about it. . .
NOTES: The two of us (Jinni and Tienco) are planning to write several more of these fics, in Willow and Spike's POV, all based on MatchBox 20 songs, cause, well, there are so many that are perfect to this relationship we've created.
Dedication: To Tienco for being there all comforting and stuff while I'm sick and Inell for giving kickass feedback no matter what.

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I held her in my arms, not knowing what to do to ease the pain she seemed determined to feel about her bloody situation in life. She needed me. Big effin deal. Everyone needs someone at sometime in their life. Its just the way things work. Even I, William the soddin’ Bloody, have needed someone at times.

Ok. So usually it was me needing someone to kill. But that’s beside the point. Red is in pain and I can’t kill anything to make it better.

Or can I?

Bitchy certainly deserves to be hurt, after what she did and said to my goddess and I know that my little witch wouldn’t be opposed to causing her some pain. I can see it in her eyes, the need to hurt something. She doesn’t admit that its there, preferring to take it out on me while we shag, but its always there, waiting to be released.

But, killing the Slayer, while fun, would just mean that another of the nasty cows would be called and that would just be bloody annoying. A bunch of those Watcher gits running around, trying to train her up right and all. Definitely not worth the trouble. Not even to see Red smile would I go after that simpering bint.

Doesn’t mean we can’t hurt her, though.

She must have something, some momento of her pathetic childhood or of a past boyfriend or –anything- that means something to her that I can rend apart piece by bloody piece. Something that will hurt her and make my little witch smile again. I grin mirthlessly, knowing my invitation into Bitchy’s dorm room was never revoked. Now would be the perfect time, the chit was probably off screwing her little ponce of a Farmboy. What I wouldn’t give to kill –that- bloke for putting that bloody chip in my head in the first place. “Pet…Want to go for a walk?”

I can see the confusion in her eyes, the questions. She wants to know whats going through my head, what emotions did her little breakdown cause? But she doesn’t say a word, just nods. I move towards the door to her bedroom and she stops me.

“Its cold outside,” she says and hands me my duster. She’s always worried about things like that. Her lower lip is trembling as she looks at me and I can see the tears in her eyes, the scent of her fear sharp in the air. “Its gonna end and it might as well be my fault. I didn’t mean to make it seem like a bad thing to need you.”

I stare at her, for a moment dumbstruck that she could possibly think that I was upset with her in any way. She’s my fire goddess. My red haired witch. My bloody mate. Did she think I claimed her last night only to throw her away in the morning? I met her gaze levelly, my own voice wuiet in the room. “Pet, its not going to end. It shall never end. You are mine. Now and forever.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I could tell that she still didn’t understand what I was trying to tell her. Leaving her was the last thing on my mind. I would never leave her to her own devices again. Never make her suffer alone as that bloody bitch of a Slayer had.

“Do you promise?” She asks. “DO YOU PROMISE?” She screams, and her voice is straining, her emotions running rampant in her face. All at once I can see through the shields she has built up around herself, trying to keep the pain of the world from hurting her. She’s scared of being alone, of being unneeded, of being lonely.

“I bloody well promise that I am never going to give you up, Red,” I don’t even try to hide the growl in my voice, hoping the raw emotion will reach the part of her that my normal words can’t touch. The part that screams to her that everyone is going to leave her and she will be alone until the day she dies. “Need me. Use me. Abuse me. Tie me down and ignore me. I still will never give you up.”

Lust flares briefly in those fiery depths of her eyes, the flames of her desire heating up her face as she smiled wickedly at me. “I don’t think I’ll be ignoring you if I chose to tie you down.”

There it is. That fire I fell head over bloody heels for. Its sparkling within her now, begging to be released. I crave this side of her, the darker side of her that she only shows when she’s truly at ease. She’s not the weak little chit that was just crying in my arms a second ago, not usually. This is who she truly is – a goddess of pure fire and passion.

Bugger it. Little witch has me all hard and bothered, -again-.

But I still want to go for my walk. Red will know what in Bitchy’s room will hurt her the most to lose. She’ll know exactly how to hurt the Slayer without ever laying a hand on her filthy little body. “Red, you’ve got a little bit of something, something I can’t place. But my God its better than nothing.”

She brightens under my praise, her face glowing as her body untenses. The fire never leaves her eyes though. Its burning there, right under the surface, begging for me to tap into it, give it direction.

And soon I will. Soon all of the bloody Hellmouth will burn under the fires of my witch’s gaze. The smirk on her face tells me that she believes that she’s got it all already. The town, my heart, my very life – all laid bare in the palm of her tiny little hand.

Wouldn’t do to let her know that she does have it all and what she doesn’t have I will give to her the second she bloody well asks for it. She’s looking at me, her eyes wide and curious, the fire still there.

“So…we leaving?”

I smile at her, glancing at the clock on her bedside. Three am? Hadn’t it said three am when we went to bed? The expression on my face must have been confusion because she laughed, the sound filling her small room.

“Don’t go by that, its been stuck at three for days.” Her hands encircled my waist and she purred in my ear. “Its only a little past midnight, lover. The night’s young. Can we go have some fun?” I turn my head enough to look in her eyes, not surprised to see them dark with desire. She licks her lips and I’m lost, my body stiffening. If we don’t leave soon I’m going to throw her down on her bed and shag her again.

That won’t solve anything, though. Won’t take away the need she feels but doesn’t recognize. The need to hurt those who have hurt her. Her lips kiss hungrily at my neck and I moan again, my rod getting unbelievably hard in my jeans.

Its hard to believe this was the same chit who months before would have gladly staked me rather than walk off into the night with me. The same girl who would have rather studied than partied, who thought that happiness was a mat that sat on her doorway and who thought that rain could wash away all her troubles. Hard to believe that under that bloody annoying naivete had been this fiery little kitten waiting to play.

“Sure, pet, lets go cause a little trouble.”

End

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