Oops

I was worried. Really worried. Willow didn’t come home last night, and then I dreamed of her and Spike making out like there was no tomorrow.
Yuck.
So I’m looking for her now. No one’s seen her since she left the library last night. I’m worried she really is with Spike.
Willy tells me that Spike came in, got drunk, and talked of taking ‘the witch’, which I can only assume is Will. Damn.
I really don’t want to find her in the warehouse Spike’s been spotted using.
I entered the building cautiously, even though it’s daytime. Spike may be a baddie, but he’s not stupid. And neither am I.
The building’s silent, dark, and empty. There’s a cage in this room, an empty bottle of holy water, and…Will’s backpack. Why isn’t she here?! If Spike’s touched her, he is SO dusted.
That’s a really strange sound. It sounds like… Oh, my God, I so much hope that’s not Will.
Oh, my God. It is.
In bed with Spike.
I must be having a nightmare.

“Oops.” Spike grinned as Willow tucked a sheet around her bared breasts and they watched Buffy stumble out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Then Willow looked at him and started laughing, until Spike captured her lips again.
She forgot to catch the sheet as it fell away from her body.
Spike’s touch made her forget a lot of things.

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