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When the Morning Star Sings	By : LadyBold Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4:

"DAAAAWWWWNNNN!" This was third time Willow had bellowed the teen's name, only now was she hearing footsteps that corresponded with the whole 'get-up-you're-gonna-be-late-for the-third-time-in-a-week' mode, that Dawn always operated in.

"OKAY! Okay! I'm up, I'm up!" Dawn bellowed back.

Willow merely looked up the stairs in exasperation. *Yeah, now that I've gone hoarse from yelling your name! *

Willow went into the kitchen, intent on claiming the last Everything Bagel and the last schmear of cream cheese outta the container, only to find a half-dressed, very mussed looking, vampire, calmly devouring said bagel and cream cheese, which for some unfathomable reason he was dipping in his blood. *ARGGHH!! I'm gonna hex him till his parts fall off! Uh-no wait, uhm can't do that! Want said parts for myself! Damn it I'll just have to put lemon juice in his blood supply! *

Willow looked sufficiently menacing to Spike, enough so that the normally unrepentant vampire held up the uneaten half in supplication. "Oi, Red! Quit with the death stare! It's just a friggin' bagel!"

Willow simply glared unhappily, her arms folded across her chest, saying in a lethal tone, "Did you not hear me say, that the last bagel was mine? I know I said it several times, with you around, mind you, last night. And now you're eating my bagel."

Spike hid his smile diplomatically, trying unsuccessfully to look innocent. "I heard no such thing, no clue whatsoever what you're babbling on about, pet."

Willow merely, 'Hrumphed' loudly. Their argument was cut short by the arrival of a whirlwind of energy and activity, also known as Dawn.

"Gotta run, gonna be late, see you at 3pm, love ya!" Dawn said in a rush, grabbing an orange and the money Willow held out for her lunch, and kissing Spike then Willow goodbye and hastily running for the door, as Xander's car horn honked.

Spike and Willow shared a breathless laugh, for even the non-breathing vampire was taken aback each morning by the mini-tornado that was the ball of mystical energy, trapped within a human teenage body.

Spike stopped laughing, noticing for the first time how tired Willow looked, her green eyes looking bruised, from lack of sleep.

"Luv, are you . . .okay?" He asked her hesitantly.

Willow, who had been passing an orange back and forth between her hands, absentmindedly, looked confused by the question.

"It's just that you look mighty tired, Red."

"I am, but I'm sure most . . . OH shit! What the hell am I?" At Spike's incredulous look, Willow clarified. "I'm not Dawn's mom, surrogate or adoptive, or her sister, or even related to her in any way at all! I'm her sister's lesbian/witch best friend!" *And for that matter I'm re-thinking the whole, lesbian aspect of that sentence! *

Spike burst into laughter at Willow's bewildered look, even while he cringed internally over the cursed L-word. It wasn't the witch's fault he had begun looking at her as more than Buffy's friend. In the nearly a year since the death of the Slayer, Spike had found his grief had waned, knowing that her fight was over and she was in a happier place, made grief seem inappropriate for the perennially up-beat woman she had been. So instead he had chosen to honor her memory, by keeping his promise to her, and protect the Nibblet, and in the past six months had extended that promise to include the Scoobies as well.

What he hadn't counted on was falling for another one of the do-gooder bunch. But as Fate had proven on several (hundred) occasions, he was Love's Bitch. And it didn't help seeing the redheaded, witchy vixen, day-in and day-out, either. If she was still with the blonde bint, Glinda, he might have been able to at least mute his desire somewhat, but with Tara outta the picture, he was finding it difficult, if not downright impossible to ignore the growing attraction he felt for the girl he affectionately nicknamed, Red.

If that wasn't enough, the last week had left him pulling a 'Sleepless in Sunnydale' routine that was driving him bonkers. Hearing her and the dark-haired cheerleader scream in terror, while talking to a particularly daft version of his broody Grand-sire, was seriously . . .well, it was wigging him out!

Willow watched the play of emotion across Spike's face, the concealed humor glinting in his ice-blue eyes. If she were honest with herself, she would admit to lusting after the platinum blonde vampire since the incident in the factory. But never in her wildest imaginings, (and she admitted to quite a few really out there ones) did she think she would be living with the object of those fantasies, for the past year.

Now with last night's dream still hovering around the edges of her mind, Willow wasn't sure what to think anymore. The image of Cordelia speaking in enigmatic circles, all while hearing Angel and Spike screaming in horror and pain, had very near driven Willow out of bed altogether. *And Okay, so not completely 'not-gay', if those sexy feelings for Cordelia (YIKES!) were any indication* And while she was no expert, she had a feeling that the dream was more than just that.

"Well, Red, what does it matter what you are. You love 'er, don't ya? Dawn, she means somethin' to ya, right?" Spike asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"OF COURSE! She's the little sister I never had. More than that really. I'm not sure I would have made it through this past year without her." *Or you.* "And I promised her, and myself, that I would do whatever it took to keep her. I fought the Watcher's Council, her father, and Social Services, but she's mine now. And I won't give her up."

Spike's eyes clouded with tears for but a brief second, as he remembered the horrific struggle that Willow had gone through to keep the teenager, but it was long enough for Willow to discern. It made her breath catch in her chest, and her heart skip a beat, the anguish in his gaze was so clear.

"Yeah, and I'll make sure that you won't have to." Spike said, his tone filled with tears, yet his eyes clear.

"Good." Willow said, pushing back her own tearful reaction. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'm gonna take a nap before class."

Spike frowned at that. "I seem to remember asking you why you looked so tired, before, but you didn't really answer . . . "

Willow sighed, hesitant to answer, or at least to tell the whole truth. "Uhm, well, I've, uh, been having . . . nightmares." The last bit was said in a whisper.

Spike jolted with her words. And in an instant knew that his dreams and hers had to be connected. *AW Bollocks, bugger and SHITE! I really don't want to see the freakin' poof! *
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