Real Life


by Alrisha







Spike lifted the redhead's sweater over her head slowly, smiling as her pale skin came into view. "Ow!" Willow squealed. "What is it, pet?" Spike asked, confused. "My earring. It's caught in the sweater. Ow, ow, ow!" "Hold still, luv. Let me get it." Spike squinted at the small shiny earring as he worked it carefully out of the material. "Better?" he asked. Willow nodded, rubbing her ear. "Just hurt," she said, a half frown on her face. "I'm sorry, pet," Spike said, kissing her gently. Willow's hands dropped to his waist, undoing his jeans and sliding them down his hips. She stooped to help pull them off, but she couldn't pull them over his boots. "Um, you have to sit down," Willow said. She knelt at his feet and began to tug at the clunky shoes. "Ugh!" she said, irritatedly. "Are these double knotted?" "Probably. Let me get them," Spike said, leaning over. Willow giggled. "What's so funny, pet?" Spike asked. "You just look kind of funny with your pants around your ankles like that." "Funny," Spike grumbled. "Thanks a lot," he said, finally kicking off his boots and shoving his pants to the floor. "In a very sexy way, I promise," Willow assured. She slid her own jeans off and removed her underwear, tossing it to the floor. Spike grinned at the sight of his naked lover. "Come here," he said huskily. Willow smiled at him and moved to straddle his lap, her hands running over his bare chest. Spike kissed her gently on the neck, slowly exploring the contours of the thin column. As he brushed his lips against her ear, Willow giggled. "Sorry," she whispered. "Just ticklish." Spike smiled and lay back on the bed. He rolled them over so that she was beneath him before realizing that they were precariously close to the edge of the bed. "Pet, we need to scoot over," he said. He scooted them awkwardly sideways on the bed, almost crashing onto her when she accidentally knocked his arm out from under him. Spike kissed her tenderly on the lips, slowing working his way down across her smooth firm stomach. Willow giggled again. "Red," Spike warned. "I'm sorry." Spike slid between her legs and began placing feathery kisses along her thigh. Willow burst out laughing. "I'm so sorry," she giggled when Spike glared at her. "Red, I'm trying to seduce you here." "I know." Willow giggled some more, unable to stop laughing now. "I'm really sorry." "Bloody hell," Spike muttered. Willow laughed some more before sitting up suddenly. "I have to pee now," she said sheepishly. "Sorry." Spike shook his head as the redhead dashed to the bathroom. He sighed and crawled up onto the bed to wait for her to come back. "Spike, you're not mad at me are you?" Willow asked nervously. "Of course not, luv. Come here." Willow crawled into bed beside him and laid her head on his chest. "I love you, Spike," she said softly. "I love you, too, pet." They lay in silence for a few minutes as Spike rubbed lazy circles on her back. "You want to just snuggle up and sleep? I know you had a long day." "That would be nice. I need to get up early tomorrow anyway." "Roll over then, pet." Willow rolled onto her side as Spike spooned behind her. "Oh, Spike," Willow said, lifting her head just in time for it to connect with the blonde's forearm. "Ouch," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, Red. Are you okay? What were you going to say?" "Just that real life isn't as glamorous and sexy and fabulous as the stories and movies make it out to be," she replied, rubbing her forehead. "True. But I still wouldn't give all this up. Especially since I have you here." Willow smiled happily. "Me neither. Good night, Spike." "Good night, Red."

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