TITLE: "Their Gift" (1/1)
AUTHOR: Kit H.
PAIRING: B/S
E-MAIL: vidprin@aol.com
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: A look at Buffy and Spike's history, with a look to a possible future.
SPOILERS: Pretty oblique, but yes for Season 6 through Dead Things.
DISCLAIMER. I own nothing. I worship the Great and Powerful Joss.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Not beta'd. Just a little something I whipped up on a rainy and blue afternoon. Well meaning feedback is very welcome.
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Their Gift
By Kit H.
This is where he fell. Despite himself. So long ago now, he can barely remember a time when she wasn't the whole universe to him. He still recalls the moment he realized he was in love. A dream of kissing her he wanted to make real.
This is where she fell. Sacrificing herself. For her sister. For the world. So long ago now, she can barely remember the girl she was before she dove from the tower into the afterlife. She still recalls the moment she realized what the first Slayer meant -- that death was her gift.
- - -
This is where she lay. At peace with herself. Her body under the cold, dark ground while her soul soared heavenward. Finding bliss in tranquil eternity. Almost too much happiness to bear.
This is where he lay. Torturing himself. His mind replaying the last moments of her life over and over. Saving her again and again. Except for the one time that counted. Finding agony in every moment without her. Almost too much heartbreak to endure.
- - -
This is where she woke. A hard place. Filled with noise and pain and endless suffering. A place she thought she'd escaped forever. A place where no one understood her. Where she couldn't understand herself.
This is where he woke. A beautiful place. Filled with everything he could ever desire, now that she was back. A place he thought he'd lost forever. A place where hope lived anew. Where he could believe he was the one she needed.
- - -
This is where they kissed. A lonely alley. Music and magic in the air, breaking down her resistance. Finding the fire in the last place she'd thought to look. Feeling warmest in the secure circle of his cold, strong arms.
This is where they joined. A falling house. Passion and desire in the air, breaking down the walls. Finding his heaven in the last place he'd ever dreamed possible. Feeling the pleasure of her every bruising punch and biting kiss.
- - -
This is where he fell. A filthy alley. She would never be his girl. Blood stains mark the spot where she beat him. But the dust here is barely disturbed. He could have hurt her, but he'd changed. He put up no struggle.
This is where she cried. A cozy living room. She could never be his girl. Tear stains on the pillow mark the spot where she spent a sleepless night. Tossing and turning in turmoil. She should forget him, but she'd changed. She struggled to know what it meant.
- - -
This is where she was lost. An empty crypt, abandoned by its occupant. Only echoes of memories of time spent in his embrace. Joy and peace she'd thought she'd lost for a lifetime. Now gone. Understanding had come to her too late. Love was his gift. She ran, in search of it.
This is where he was lost. An empty grave, abandoned by its occupant. Only traces of memories of times spent fighting and loving side by side. More happiness in those days than in his whole lifetime. Over now. Saying goodbye before it all turned to hate. Death was her gift. He waited for the sunrise, ready for it.
This is where they were found. A starlit clearing. Destiny in the air. She discovered him here. Reached for him, held him, vowed to never let him go. Together now, finding refuge from the world in shadows and surrender. In each other.
This was their gift. They made love until dawn, grateful for it.
AUTHOR: Kit H.
PAIRING: B/S
E-MAIL: vidprin@aol.com
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: A look at Buffy and Spike's history, with a look to a possible future.
SPOILERS: Pretty oblique, but yes for Season 6 through Dead Things.
DISCLAIMER. I own nothing. I worship the Great and Powerful Joss.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Not beta'd. Just a little something I whipped up on a rainy and blue afternoon. Well meaning feedback is very welcome.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Their Gift
By Kit H.
This is where he fell. Despite himself. So long ago now, he can barely remember a time when she wasn't the whole universe to him. He still recalls the moment he realized he was in love. A dream of kissing her he wanted to make real.
This is where she fell. Sacrificing herself. For her sister. For the world. So long ago now, she can barely remember the girl she was before she dove from the tower into the afterlife. She still recalls the moment she realized what the first Slayer meant -- that death was her gift.
- - -
This is where she lay. At peace with herself. Her body under the cold, dark ground while her soul soared heavenward. Finding bliss in tranquil eternity. Almost too much happiness to bear.
This is where he lay. Torturing himself. His mind replaying the last moments of her life over and over. Saving her again and again. Except for the one time that counted. Finding agony in every moment without her. Almost too much heartbreak to endure.
- - -
This is where she woke. A hard place. Filled with noise and pain and endless suffering. A place she thought she'd escaped forever. A place where no one understood her. Where she couldn't understand herself.
This is where he woke. A beautiful place. Filled with everything he could ever desire, now that she was back. A place he thought he'd lost forever. A place where hope lived anew. Where he could believe he was the one she needed.
- - -
This is where they kissed. A lonely alley. Music and magic in the air, breaking down her resistance. Finding the fire in the last place she'd thought to look. Feeling warmest in the secure circle of his cold, strong arms.
This is where they joined. A falling house. Passion and desire in the air, breaking down the walls. Finding his heaven in the last place he'd ever dreamed possible. Feeling the pleasure of her every bruising punch and biting kiss.
- - -
This is where he fell. A filthy alley. She would never be his girl. Blood stains mark the spot where she beat him. But the dust here is barely disturbed. He could have hurt her, but he'd changed. He put up no struggle.
This is where she cried. A cozy living room. She could never be his girl. Tear stains on the pillow mark the spot where she spent a sleepless night. Tossing and turning in turmoil. She should forget him, but she'd changed. She struggled to know what it meant.
- - -
This is where she was lost. An empty crypt, abandoned by its occupant. Only echoes of memories of time spent in his embrace. Joy and peace she'd thought she'd lost for a lifetime. Now gone. Understanding had come to her too late. Love was his gift. She ran, in search of it.
This is where he was lost. An empty grave, abandoned by its occupant. Only traces of memories of times spent fighting and loving side by side. More happiness in those days than in his whole lifetime. Over now. Saying goodbye before it all turned to hate. Death was her gift. He waited for the sunrise, ready for it.
This is where they were found. A starlit clearing. Destiny in the air. She discovered him here. Reached for him, held him, vowed to never let him go. Together now, finding refuge from the world in shadows and surrender. In each other.
This was their gift. They made love until dawn, grateful for it.
