Title: You Make Me Tremble
Author: Spikesbint
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating/Warning: R
Spoilers: Lovers Walk references.
Summary: Response to fic challenge WHAT IF?

She bit back the fresh tears that threatened to fall, as Spike lowered the smashed bottle which had only seconds ago been thrust threateningly in her face. She looked up at him warily, jumping, as he went off into a rant about his ex. Not knowing what to do, she patted his knee comfortingly.

Spike looked at her tiny hand as it rested on his leg, seeing her for the first time. He sniffed the air, taking in her scent. He felt himself harden as he saw the throbbing vein at the base of her neck.

Willow read the desire in his eyes. She knew the look well. Xander had been panting after her with that very same look in his eyes these last few weeks. She closed her eyes for a moment, so she didn't have to look at him.

For some reason her, breathing had become shallower…Bad evil vampire she reminded herself, but it wasn't working.

“Mmm. That smell... Your neck...I haven't had a woman in weeks,”

Willow's eyes shot open in alarm. Spike's lips were inches from her neck. She could feel his cold unneeded breath as it blew against her skin, causing goose bumps to form.

“What about the spell?” she asked nervously. What was wrong with her she thought? Was she turning into some kinda ho? First Oz and then Xander, how many guys did she need? She asked herself desperately.

It was good to feel desired… She realised. After all, how often did guys notice her when Buffy was in tow? This is no man she reminded herself

She hesitated. It was all the opening Spike needed. He lowered his head and licked at her throat, gasping as he grazed her neck with his blunt teeth.

Instead of pushing him away, she nervously touched his hair. He lifted his head to look at her, before crushing his lips against her surprised open mouth. Bad hormones! Must be his vampire's thrall...otherwise why does he taste so good? She asked herself as she leaned into his kiss.

She still didn't stop him as he placed a hand on one of her breasts. Whatever Spike was, he was experienced If she didn't call a halt to this, Spike's dry spell in the bedroom department was going to end sooner than he thought…what if she just let him?

Willow heard a moan, not sure if it was her or Spike. It came again, this time she identified the source through her desire addled brain. She broke apart from their kiss, and the teasing strokes of his thumb across her hardened nipple.

“Xander!” she cried in concern.

“Anyone ever tell you it's a turn off to call another man's name when you are making out?” asked Spike sarcastically.

“We…we…were not making out,” she stammered, as she glanced at Xander's inert form on the charred bed.

“You want me, I can smell it, if we had the time…” he said confidently.

“Ew…never in a million years! What about that spell?” she asked desperately

Willow channelled her mind back to Spike, telling a very pissed off vampire there was a book to retrieve. Then he was gone and Willow, let out a huge sigh of relief. It was just that syndrome thingy, where the kidnapped got all hot with the kidnapper…yeah that was it she reasoned Keep telling yourself that Rosenberg her inner voice answered sardonically Then one day you might just believe it

“Shut up!” she said aloud to no one in particular, as she walked over to Xander...

The End

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