TITLE: Everything
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
CLASSIFICATION: Willow/Spike
SPOILERS: None, really. I wrote this right after Willow and Oz broke up on the show the second time, and it mentions season four stuff.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike, Xander and Oz hostage. You may see them by appointment only. The song is "Universe" by Stretch Princess.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not. If you're reading this on a BETA list, just give me feedback on content. Don't be too brutal, though.

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Spike was asleep.

This much Willow knew for certain, she thought to herself as she climbed up the ladder to sit in the rounded glass covered top of the lighthouse and watch the waves crash against each other and the shore.

There was something special between her and Spike, that was something else she knew for certain. He'd gotten jealous when Graham had paid attention to her, he'd been almost livid when Oz came back...but he wasn't angry that she liked either of them. If she was happy, then so was he, no matter how much he wanted her. She had to admire that in him.

She finally got to the top of her lighthouse, and the view was nothing short of magnificent. She shut the trapdoor behind her, staying close by in case she decided to sit there until just before the dawn woke up the dark sky, moving the clouds away with the sun.

"Someday when my life has passed me by I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me," she sang quietly, only to herself and what few birds were nesting on the roof. "One way, in the eyes of a passer by, I'll look around for another try, and fade away."

When she realized that no one would hear her, she sang just a bit louder. She closed her eyes, a nervous habit left from her time as a human, and an image of Spike appeared, and she smiled. "Just close your eyes and I'll take you there, this place is warm and without a care. We'll take a swim in the deep blue sea...I go to leave and you reach for me."

She thought about reaching for him, pulling him close to her, cold bodies next to each other and intertwined. The idea would have made the old, human Willow blush, but this new Willow instead found herself devising an idea, a very naughty idea.

"Some say, better things will come our way, no matter what they try to say you were always there for me. Some way, when the sun begins to shine, I hear a song from another time and fade away, and fade away."

She stopped singing for a moment, thinking she had heard a sound down below. Nothing made a noise, and she laughed at herself silently for being so nervous about waking Spike up. She pulled his unbuttoned shirt around her, closer, reveling in the smell of him.

The salt mingled with the spice, causing her to close her eyes blissfully, her mind still reeling from what had happened only a few short hours ago. He was sweet, despite the harsh words he used with everyone but her. He was soft, despite the chiseled look of his face and the leanness of his muscles, his entire physique. And he was attentive, even though most people would call him a selfish bastard.

But Willow was not most people.

"Just close your eyes and I'll take you there, this place is warm and without a care. We'll take a swim in the deep blue sea...I go to leave and you reach for me." She stopped, having forgotten the words. It didn't matter anyway, since Spike was opening the door and climbing up to join her.

"I thought you'd taken off, love," he said, moving around to the other side of her, the pale skin on his chest glistening in the moonlight. Willow found she was entranced, her hand reaching over to trace the taught muscles lightly with her finger, pleasure flowing over her when she saw and felt the sharp intake of breath he made.

"Now why would I do that?"

"Well," he said, his gaze following her finger, "you might have gotten scared, of what I don't bloody know, but you might have. Or you might have wanted a meal, or you might have decided to make it a one night stand and then started to flee to who knows where."

"You're wrong on all counts," she said, her finger stopping in the middle of his chest, her hand replacing the finger before she started to trace muscles again.

Spike leaned back against the cold stone where the light was stored, closing his eyes. She had no idea what her touch did to him, no idea at all. Or maybe she did, and this was an intricate torture...

"Willow, I'll give you everything I own if you'll stop torturing me like this," Spike said through gritted teeth when mouth replaced hand, teasing his body.

His chest was bare again, just for a moment. "Everything?"

"Everything. Anything and everything," he said as he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely.

And he meant it, too...anything and everything he had, he would give to her, no questions asked, he thought as they made love by the ocean, moon covering them, the taste of salt mixing with saliva...

Everything.