Kiss Me Idle

Ragna

Spike laid next to Willow, stroking her hair as she slept. He knew she was dreaming about Oz; his name came mumbled out of her mouth as she slept, spooned next to him.

He reached down lower, his hand moving from her hair to her shoulder, and he draped that arm across her chest, pulling her as close to him as possible. She tensed slightly and sighed quietly, then relaxed again, a small smile forming on her lips as her hand went up to caress his arm.

There were sirens in the distance, and Spike vaguely wondered where they were going and what was happening. These were the few moments he felt whole again, almost human. Much as he hated to admit it, he was falling in love with the redheaded witch.

A slight grin crossing his face, he vaguely wondered if maybe admitting his growing love for Willow could cure him of his damn obsession. He hoped it could; he didn't want to mirror his sire in any way possible.

Angel's obsession of Drusilla had caused him to go to great lengths to keep her, and he didn't want to do that to Buffy. She was happy with Riley; he should let her be happy.
Should...but could he?

Glancing around the room one last time, making sure it was all right for him to stay past dawn, he laid his head next to hers and fell into a troubled sleep.
***

"I'm gonna be late!"

Buffy hopped out of bed, glancing around the room. For a moment, she thought it was her dorm, and she headed in the direction of her drawers before she realized she was in her mothers room.
And that Riley was laughing at her.

"You're a rat, Riley," she muttered, turning around and looking at him. He motioned for her to sit
next to him, which she did.

"No I'm not. But...are you always like this in the morning?"

"Not always," she said, shrugging. "Just when I'm going to be late for class."

"Call in sick. You only have Walsh's class today, right?"

"Yeah," she said, her fingers drawing outlines on his chest lightly.

"Well, then I'll tell her you're at home taking care of me. Well, at your home taking care of me. I mean, your mom's--"

"Riley?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

He grinned, ignoring the searing pain and engulfing her in his embrace, kissing her at the same time. He wrapped his hands in her hair, kissing her with passion he didn't know he had.
Pulling away reluctantly, he stroked her hair softly, looking at her. "Are you going to stay?"

"Well..."

"Please?"

She looked at him, then nodded. "Of course I will." She stood up, though. "But I'm making breakfast first."

"I've heard of your breakfast making skills," Riley said, wincing as he stood up near her. "I'm
going to help."

"You've never had any of my cooking! How would you know?"

"Xander, Anya and Willow have been talking."

She rolled her eyes. "I should hurt them."

He put his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her towards the door. "Come on...I'm
starving."
***

Willow stood up, looking at Spike. When he slept, he was dead to the world. Willow had to keep reminding herself he really *was* dead.

She and Buffy had Psych 200 that morning, but chances were that Buffy would be a no show. Especially if Riley had been as badly hurt as Spike was making it out to be. Even so, Willow was going to attend class, take notes for her friend...

*Even if Buffy is dating the T.A.,* she mused to herself as she pulled on her underwear and stretched. *He could probably give her the test answers.*

Spike stirred slightly, his sleeping body registering that he was on the bed alone and he grabbed a pillow to replace her. She thanked the Goddess for the idea to use scented pillows to sleep on.
After fumbling with the clasp of her bra, she finally got it on comfortably, picking up a shirt of hers off the back of the chair. Glancing around, she looked for a skirt or a pair of pants.

"Going to class?"

Willow turned around, surprised. "Yeah," she replied, kneeling down to Spike's eye level, even if his eyes were half-open.

"Wear my duster. It's supposed to rain."

She looked at him in surprise. He'd never offered to let her wear that duster before, no matter what was going on or how cold it was. Said it was his "personal item," and she respected that.

"I...I can wear it?"

He nodded, shutting his eyes. "Just kiss me before you go. Need some sleep."

She smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I promise I'll take good care of it," she said, standing up and getting the first pair of her jeans she came across. Slipping them on, she turned around to see Spike back to sleep. Pulling the duster on, she turned around and kissed him one more time before she started to leave the room.

As she reached the door, she could have sworn he mumbled something under his breath, but she shrugged and shut the door behind her.

"Love you, Willow," Spike muttered just after the door was shut.

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