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Fic: Repercussions 1/2 (W/S) NC-17 - Happy B-day claudia6913

Title: Repercussions
Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Sequel to 'Blood Track Mind'. Willow and Spike can't seem to stay away from one another, and are about to pay for it.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: My site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing. Email: dragonydreams@yahoo.com
Thanks: To Gabrielle, Kat and Lisa Kelley for the beta!
Dedication: For claudia6913 - Happy Birthday! I hope you like the prezzie you asked for.

Willow thought that she had been hiding it well. She was wrong. Oh man, was she wrong.

She and Spike had been sneaking around together now for two weeks, although in her mind, she still called it 'helping'. So what if she was experiencing mind-blowing pleasure in the arms and bed of the vampire? What they did together enabled him to taste her blood, which was making him stronger.

Truth be told, it only took a week of their encounters to return Spike's appearance to normal. His face was once again brutally handsome and flawless. His smooth, pale chest was clearly defined by the muscles that moved with ease beneath his flesh.

This night, they'd gotten so bold as to slip into the basement during a research session. Technically, Willow had slipped into the basement. Spike just happened to be waiting for her there – as planned.

Wondering what was taking her girlfriend so long, Tara quietly excused herself from the table and crept down the stairs. She didn't know why she was trying to be quiet, but something told her that it would be to her benefit. She didn't even call out to Willow, as she normally would have done when looking for her girlfriend.

What the blonde witch found was both shocking and half-expected. Willow's back was pressed against the wall by Spike's body, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands wrapped in her hair – and they were kissing.

"I knew it," Tara gasped, causing the lovers to break apart.

Willow's wide-eyed, deer-caught-in-headlights expression did nothing to hide the redhead's guilt over being found in such a compromising position. Even Spike had the decency to look a little guilty. Tara's sharp eyes caught Spike's tongue dipping out to swipe what looked like blood off his bottom lip.

"Tara," Willow finally ventured. "W-what are you doing down here?"

"What am I doing down here?" Tara repeated angrily. "What do you think you are doing down here?"

"It's not what it looks like," Willow tried to explain.

"Oh really?" Tara asked in disbelief.

"That's right," Spike said, sticking up for his lover. "She was just feeding me, s'all."

"Feeding you? That's why your tongue was halfway down her throat?"

"No, it wasn't. Okay, yes it was, but that's because that's where the blood was. See?" Willow opened her mouth wide to show Tara the fangs she was still sporting. "I bit my tongue and Spike… licked it up." Now that she was saying it out loud, that explanation sounded pretty stupid.

Tara's bottom lip trembled as she said, "So this is how you've been helping him? This is the magickally enhanced blood you've been feeding him, your own?"

"Well…" Willow started to agree.

"Looks like you birds have a lot to talk about," Spike interrupted. "I'll just get out of your way."

Willow turned pleading eyes to him – both begging him to stay and agreeing that she and Tara needed their privacy. Finally, she nodded.

Ignoring Tara's glare, he bent down to whisper in Willow's ear, "Come by when you're done with Glinda." Knowing that she would do as requested, he didn't wait for Willow's response before disappearing into the sewers.

Willow opened her mouth to apologize, but Tara beat her to it, stopping her short. "I knew it. I knew there was more going on with Spike, but I told myself it was all in my head. Every time you came home from seeing him all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep, and you wouldn't touch me for at least a day afterwards. Did you bleed for him anywhere else?"

"I…" Willow was going to try to deny the accusation, but withered under Tara's anger. "Yes."

"You let him bite you? With the chip?"

"No! No biting. Just… nicks, cuts… with his fangs," Willow hesitantly admitted. She felt dirty admitting the things they had done together. While they felt wonderful at the time, and completely natural when in bed with a vampire, in the harsh light of day, it made her sound like a masochist.

"You let him hurt you?" Tara questioned, knowing the answer. "You let yourself get hurt to help that… thing!"

"It didn't hurt," Willow quietly protested. "I know you don't believe me, but it's true. If it had hurt, his chip would have gone off."

"And that's why you slept with him?" Tara demanded.

"I didn't mean to," Willow blustered. "It just kinda happened."

"What, his demon really got you so hot that you fell into bed together?" Tara incredulously asked. "If I'd known you were so into demons I wouldn't have tried to hide my family from you for so long."

"I'm not into demons. I'm not Buffy," Willow practically yelled. Her eyes went wide with realization and shame at what she'd said.

"I beg to differ," Tara calmly stated, their conversation bringing to light things she'd thought she could ignore. Willow shook her head in denial, stopping when Tara firmly said, "Oz. You were with him for two years after you found out he was a werewolf."

"That has nothing to do with why I was with him," Willow denied. Sure, she'd thought that the wolf made Oz just a little more interesting than your average musician, but that was because he was Oz. "I loved him, and it had nothing to do with the wolf."

"Right, you loved him," Tara sadly agreed.

"Aw, babe," Willow tried to approach Tara, who stepped back as Willow stepped forward to embrace her. "I didn't mean it like that. It's not because they're guys…"

"Maybe it would have been better if I was part demon," Tara quietly said. "Then maybe you'd still be interested."

"What? I am. I'm interested. I lov--"

"Don't. Don't you dare say that you love me," Tara harshly said.

"But, I do."

"No, you don't," Tara argued. "If you really loved me, then you would have told me the truth about how you were healing Spike. You would have told me about the blood, and the magick, and the fangs. You wouldn't be sneaking around in basements and crypts to see him. You wouldn't be having sex with anyone but me - especially a man - if you loved me."

Willow could feel the tears forming and blinked to try to stop them from falling. Unconsciously, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to worry it, wincing as her forgotten fangs pierced it. She quickly muttered the words to end the spell.

Tara noticed the flinch. With more venom than Willow had ever heard in her voice before, she said, "That's what you get for trying to keep up with your demon lover."

Tara turned to head back upstairs, Willow's desperate voice making her pause, but she didn't turn around. "No, wait, please," Willow pleaded. "Don't leave. Let me explain."

"I think you've explained enough. You've admitted to everything I confronted you with. There's nothing left to say."

Willow moved to stand in front of Tara, no longer holding back her tears. "So that's it? We're over? Just because I was helping Spike get better after he protected Dawn?"

"My god, Willow!" Tara exclaimed. "Is that really how you see this? You simply helped the poor, neutered vampire? Grow up! You chose to let that demon feed on you. You gave him your body for his pleasure. And yours. Don't even try to deny that you were enjoying yourself when I walked in."

"So my heart is guilty because my body responded to Spike's touch?"

"If it was one time, maybe not. But how long has it been since Glory tortured Spike – two weeks? That is intentional deceit, Willow. That's cheating."

"But I didn't mean to," Willow sobbed.

"But you did; and then you continued to, and lied to do it."

Tara stood and watched Willow try to come to grips with the fact that she'd become what she'd always hated and feared – an adulterer – Oz. Willow's sobs followed Tara up the stairs, but the blonde couldn't bring herself to care.

Calmly, Tara walked to the research table and collected her belongings. "I've gotta go," was all she said.

"Where's Willow?" Xander asked, not seeing his best friend behind the witch.

Tara nodded towards the basement stairs. "Down there," she coldly stated, leaving before they could ask her any more questions.

Willow appeared in the room just as Tara opened the door to the shop. "Tara, please," she called out, her voice wet with tears.

Tara paused, not turning around, and then walked out without a word.

Silence reigned over the room for several minutes, only broken by the sound of Willow's sobs.

Anya's voice finally shocked everyone out of the embarrassed silence. "Well, that was uncomfortable."

Buffy rushed to Willow's side, folding the crying redhead into her arms. "Oh, Will, what happened?"

"I think we just broke up," Willow stated the obvious.

"I think we can all agree on that," Anya observed.

"Ahn," Xander warned, "not now."

"But it's so obvious. It was bound to happen sooner or later, what with Willow running around with Spike--"

"Anya," Willow gasped, watching Xander's face pale. "How could you say that?"

A crease marred the former demon's forehead in confusion. "It's not true? But you've been feeding Spike your blood for weeks. Surely that would upset Tara when she found out."

"You knew?" Willow quietly asked, her face flaming with shame.

"Didn't everyone?" Anya asked, looking around at the shocked faces of the rest of the group. "You were giving him magickally enhanced blood, but could only give it to him yourself. It really wasn't that hard to figure out. Except for the part where he fed from you – he didn't bite you did he?"

"If he has his bite back, he is so dust," the slayer adamantly stated, unconsciously reaching for a stake.

"No, no biting," Willow rushed to say. "He still can't bite."

"But then how…?" Anya started to ask before Xander clapped a hand over her mouth. "That's enough with the questions," he said. "We don't want to know any more."

Anya's mumble from under Xander's hand seemed to contradict that statement, but he wouldn't let her say it aloud.

"Willow," Buffy demanded, "What's been going on?"

"Buffy, please," Willow cried. "I can't do this right now. I… I have to go."

Not letting them try to comfort her, or question her further, Willow pushed herself away from Buffy and ran for the door. She ran all the way to Spike's crypt.

She knew she shouldn't come here. It would just be confirming everything Tara said. But she didn't know where else to go. Without knocking, she pushed open the door.

Tags: btvs fic, fic:repercussions, fic:willow's blood series, spike, willow, willow/spike

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