Night Club

	Spike couldn't believe his eyes.  It was latin salsa night at 
the Bronze and not many people were doing well.  The Slayer and her 
friends were out patroling, unable to attend, much to Spike's releif.  
All her friends except the one out on the dance floor, whirling with 
a fiery passion few had seen in a human before.  Her every move 
tempted a man to watch for just a moment more and those moments 
became minutes and hours.  Fire seemed to flare up from her body.  
The dance was perfection in her body.  The accentuated swing of her hips, 
the flow of her hair as it whirled out from her head.  The smooth 
gesture of her arms, creating erotic and luring waves.  The gentle 
slip of her skirt as it exposed her long slim legs from the high cut 
slit on the side.  Her green eyes burning into her partners.

	Spike watched in facination as the man struggled with 
himself to keep up with her passion and fury.  His hands gripped her 
hips and he stepped in time with her, their feet matching forward and
side movements.  One hand slid up her side grazing the side of her breast 
as his fingertips danced their way up her sweating arms to capture 
her hand and spun her out suddenly. Stopping at the end of the stretch 
their arms created he pulled her back in, spinning her up against his 
chest.  She gazed at his eyes for a moment before sliding her way 
down his body, then standing back up, leaning against his chest and 
laying her head on his shoulder.  His other hand had by this time
taken her free one and he spun her again, then pulled her back to 
where she was flush against his body.  Grabbing her back he extended 
their hands and bent her backwards till she was almost to the ground.

	The music came to a flowing end and a slower song started up.  
Without even a goodbye, she left her inflamed partner and strolled to 
the bar, sitting on the stool and reciving a glass of water.

	Spike's eyes never left her.  This woman was pure fire, pure 
temptation......this woman was Willow Rosenberg.


	Spike stood and walked to the bar taking a seat beside her.  
Willow didn't look up, though he knew she knew he was there.

	"What do you want Spike?" she sounded timit and worn-out.

	"Never knew such a fire existed in you, red." he said huskily, 
lust filling his voice.

	They sat in silence for the next few minutes till a fast 
salsa song came on.  Willow stood and headed to the dance floor.  
Spike's hand caught her arm and he looked at her. "I think I'll jump
in on this one." he said and stood.

	Willow was about to protest, but shut her mouth, knowing 
better.  Spike took her hand and led her out.  Once they were on 
the dance floor, WIllow shut her eyes for a second before snapping
them open.  She shut out the facts that complicated her life and 
forgot all about them.  Grabbing Spike's shoulder, her body caught fire 
as the music and the beat of her heart pulled her back into her world 
of perfection.  Spike was fortunate to know how to dance, otherwise, 
he would have been stumbling.  He spun her wildly, their eyes meeting 
everytime she came back against his body.  He dipped her and slung her 
back up, spinning her out.  Their steps matched out to each other and
Willow was grateful to have a partner that worked so well with her 
body's movements, however undead he may be.

TBC....