By: Auroura
Couple: W/S (because even the shy little good girl deserves a bad boy once in a
while!)
Rating: R (nothing big, just anatomically correct language)
Feedback: please!! first fanfic, and I need to know if it's worth continuing -
email aurouras@hotmail.com if you want more, because I've got a plan...
Disclaimer: don't own'em; if I did, Will and Spike would already be together

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HUSH

Will and I have been together for five months now. No, I won't tell you how it
happened. It's none o' your soddin' business. But I will tell you that we're
happy. Very happy. Or we were, until about three o'clock last Tuesday. See,
we were at my place, kissing, touching...you call it making out, if you aren't a
126 year old master vamp. Anyway, I was fondling her breast - rough, the way
she likes it - when I felt something. No, you sot. A lump. I felt a lump.
It kind o' stunned me. I pulled back and looked at her. She arched into my
hand, whimpering a bit. Normally, I love it when she does that. When she wants
me so bad she can't talk. This time, I frowned and shook my head.
"Will, I felt something."
"I know," she grinned, "Feel it again."
I squeezed once. Then I pulled her hand out from under my t-shirt and placed
it on her left breast.
"You feel."
She cocked her head at me. Probably thought it was another product of my vivid
sexual imagination.
"On the underside, right beneath the nipple." I urged her.
She got it that time, that I was serious, and started probing. Didn't take
her long to find it. Her eyes widened, and her face blanched.
"Holy shit."
"It's probably nothing, luv," I said quickly.
"Holy shit."
"I mean, women get lumps all the time, and they're nothing, right? Just cysts
or whatever."
Will's the designated rambler in this outfit, but she went catatonic on me.
Kept repeating ‘holy shit'. So I sat up, pulled her into my lap, and took over.
"Hush, Will. Everything's fine. It's alright. Who's your doctor, baby? You
have to ring your doctor. Set up one of those bio-whatsits. Will? Will?"
"Biopsy," she finally whispered. "I need to get a biopsy."
"Biopsy. Right."
She slid off me.
"Where's the portable phone?"
"My room," I answered. She seemed kind o' dazed and disoriented. I wanted to
go with her, but she waved me down, said she'd do it herself.
She was back ten minutes later. Shellshocked, but a little less pale.
"Biopsy Monday," she announced from across the room.
I held my arms out to her. Didn't know what else to do. She stared for a
second, then launched herself, knocking me back onto the couch and licking
everything she could get her tounge on.
Now I know I shoulda been reassuring her. Asking if she was alright and such.
But, bloody hell! I couldn't think with her doin' that to me. Just kissing her
‘ello throws me for a loop. Eventually she had to breathe, though. That's when
I pinned her arms.
"Will," I gasped, "I don't think this is the time -"
"Yes it is, Spike. It's exactly the time. I need to make love to you.
Please."
What would you've done, mate? Refused her? Bollocks. I certainly didn't.
Never could turn down a lady...particularly one I'm in love with.