Uhh...

For Jez. *g* I told you I would!

Willow looked over the spell one last time and sighed before looking at the mess on the floor. She had to admit it was almost funny, and they were sort of cute, but what she was going to do with them, she had no idea.
“This is bloody ridiculous, luv.” She heard in a tinny little voice.
“I didn’t mean to!” Her voice rose in an indignant squeak. “It…was an accident!”
“Well, maybe you should stop having so many accidents when you’re doing spells for me!” The voice replied.
“Oh, bollocks.” The same voice came from somewhere else in the room.
“Now I have to… oh, go hide under the bed. All of you. Hurry!” There were sounds in the other room – Spike was coming back. “Shit.” Willow muttered, rereading the spell for about the fiftieth time.
“Hullo, luv. Miss me?” Spike greeted her jovially, kissing the top of her head. “What are you researching today?”
”Uhhh… nothing. Just reading. It’s, uh, fun.” Her cheeks turned bright red, but he let it pass. Sitting next to her on the bed, he pulled her into his lap and read over her shoulder.
“Teleportation? That could be useful.”
“If it worked right…” she muttered under her breath.
“What’s that, luv?” he asked. She gave him her best ‘I’m innocent’ look, and he frowned in confusion, but again let it go without further comment. “So, Red, what did you want to do tonight?”
“Mmm…” Willow sighed as his hands began to massage her back. “I was kinda hoping we could go out tonight.” There was suddenly a slight noise, like a sharp intake of breath, from under the bed. Spike frowned slightly, and his hands slowed their soothing pattern.
“What was that?”
Willow tried to stay calm as she teased, “maybe you have mice.” A tiny sneeze followed her words, and she turned bright red. Spike stopped and put her back down on the bed before getting down on hands and knees to look underneath it. He came back with a tiny person in hand; a perfect, undead, scale model of him – minus clothing.
“Red…” he tried to come up with words, but suddenly found it too hilarious. He chuckled, then remarked, “luv, if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”
All Willow could do was squeak in embarrassment before burying her head in her hands.

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