Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to Joss (believe me, if I owned
this stuff, I wouldn't be writing, I'd be running away with James to a
tropical island) ;)
Spoilers: Pretty much just the last five minutes of "Smashed"
A/n: Okay, here's my shameless plug- I know I have another story going right now (check it out, it's called "Apocalypse Now... Again"), but when the writing bug bites ya... anyway, I was just inspired, so please R+R
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ENIGMA
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~
"I'm in love with you."
"You're in love with pain. Admit it. You only like me, because you enjoy getting beat down. So who's really screwed up?"
I was right. I knew I was right. I didn't love him. And there was absolutely no way he could possibly love me. So why was it that he would follow me around, looking at me the way he does, saying those beautiful tender things? He's the only person who ever looks me in the eyes when I speak to him now. I think everyone else is just too ashamed.
He got up and ran at me, grabbing my shoulders harshly. His eyes were cold when he spoke.
"Hello? Vampire! I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side." He threw me across the room so that I landed against a wall; then he came at me again and threw me on the floor with a thud. He walking over to me and grabbed my jacket and pulled me up so that his face was mere inches from mine. "What's your excuse?"
His eyes were still cold. I couldn't look at them like that. I put my hand over his face and pushed him off of me. He flew backward taking out another chunk of wall from the condemned building. I regained my composure as he staggered to his feet. I leapt at him and we both flew backward and landed on the staircase. He pinned me against the stairs and laughed. I punched him, hard. How dare he laugh at me?
He punched me and lifted me up so that he could look me in the face.
"I wasn't planning on hurting you... much," he said, a cocky smirk on his face.
"You haven't even come close to hurting me," I snarled back.
"Afraid to give me the chance?"
I broke his hold and threw him against another wall. Was I... afraid? No, I couldn't even think it. I wasn't afraid of him, not physically, no. But in other ways, he terrified me. When he kissed me my whole world would drift away and nothing seemed to matter. Not Dawn, not money, not my friends, nothing. Just his lips.
I could see the wall cracking where he had smashed into it. I stormed over to him and I could feel the hot anger rising up inside of me and reddening my cheeks. When I reached him, he looked harshly at me, raw emotion flaring in his eyes. I grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and he spoke to me again.
"You afraid I'm gonna-"
I kissed him. Pushing my lips hard upon his I kissed him and I could feel his surprise. It took him a moment to get the idea but soon enough he was kissing me back. I wanted him so much but I couldn't possibly. The anger rose in my throat and needed a release. I smashed my fist through the wall and pulled my hand back to run down the side of his head. He picked me up and carried me up to another wall and smashed me up against it. I continued to kiss him harder. My anger was slowly turning into pure lust.
I could hear the ceiling cracking and I knew a large a piece of wood was about to fall. I pushed Spike off of me and out of danger. He stumbled backward as the large piece of ceiling fell behind me. I kept pushing him till he reached a pillar in the center of the house. He looked at me with fire blazing in his eyes as I ran and began to kiss him again.
It was passion, and heat, and desire, and primal.
He lifted me up, our mouths still locked, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I removed one hand from his neck and expertly undid his belt. I pulled down his zipper, and knew that there was no going back.
Desperately, hungrily, I pulled him inside of me.
I pulled my head back from his so that I could look at him. He looked at me; his beautiful blue eyes were full of, shock and passion, and more than anything, love.
We stared into each other's eyes, and time stood still. Everything was quiet, and nothing meant anything except for him. He was searching my own eyes for something, what I could not tell. I tried to give him what he wanted.
We began to move with one another, slowly and rhythmically. I closed my eyes as my lips searched desperately for his. Though his body was cold, when I kissed him, I felt a fire that I never felt before.
He turned me around and softly began to thrust against me while I was pushed up with my back on the pillar. It felt so good to... just to feel.
He pulled his head back from my mouth as the chandelier fell from the ceiling and smashed through the floor. He kissed the flesh on my neck and chest, and I threw my head back and moaned in ecstasy.
I put my arms around his neck so that I could hold him, and he lost his balance and began to stumble backward. I found his mouth again and kissed him as we fell. He hit the floor and we fell right through to the basement.
I landed on top of him, my body shuddering with pleasure. Again, he just looked into my eyes and there was so much love there, I couldn't understand why I didn't feel it too. I could hear the breaking and cracking of the house all around me, but it seemed so far away.
It was funny, because as the same time, my entire life was falling apart.
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TBC? I have an idea for another chapter with Spike's POV. What do you guys think?
Spoilers: Pretty much just the last five minutes of "Smashed"
A/n: Okay, here's my shameless plug- I know I have another story going right now (check it out, it's called "Apocalypse Now... Again"), but when the writing bug bites ya... anyway, I was just inspired, so please R+R
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
ENIGMA
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~
"I'm in love with you."
"You're in love with pain. Admit it. You only like me, because you enjoy getting beat down. So who's really screwed up?"
I was right. I knew I was right. I didn't love him. And there was absolutely no way he could possibly love me. So why was it that he would follow me around, looking at me the way he does, saying those beautiful tender things? He's the only person who ever looks me in the eyes when I speak to him now. I think everyone else is just too ashamed.
He got up and ran at me, grabbing my shoulders harshly. His eyes were cold when he spoke.
"Hello? Vampire! I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side." He threw me across the room so that I landed against a wall; then he came at me again and threw me on the floor with a thud. He walking over to me and grabbed my jacket and pulled me up so that his face was mere inches from mine. "What's your excuse?"
His eyes were still cold. I couldn't look at them like that. I put my hand over his face and pushed him off of me. He flew backward taking out another chunk of wall from the condemned building. I regained my composure as he staggered to his feet. I leapt at him and we both flew backward and landed on the staircase. He pinned me against the stairs and laughed. I punched him, hard. How dare he laugh at me?
He punched me and lifted me up so that he could look me in the face.
"I wasn't planning on hurting you... much," he said, a cocky smirk on his face.
"You haven't even come close to hurting me," I snarled back.
"Afraid to give me the chance?"
I broke his hold and threw him against another wall. Was I... afraid? No, I couldn't even think it. I wasn't afraid of him, not physically, no. But in other ways, he terrified me. When he kissed me my whole world would drift away and nothing seemed to matter. Not Dawn, not money, not my friends, nothing. Just his lips.
I could see the wall cracking where he had smashed into it. I stormed over to him and I could feel the hot anger rising up inside of me and reddening my cheeks. When I reached him, he looked harshly at me, raw emotion flaring in his eyes. I grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and he spoke to me again.
"You afraid I'm gonna-"
I kissed him. Pushing my lips hard upon his I kissed him and I could feel his surprise. It took him a moment to get the idea but soon enough he was kissing me back. I wanted him so much but I couldn't possibly. The anger rose in my throat and needed a release. I smashed my fist through the wall and pulled my hand back to run down the side of his head. He picked me up and carried me up to another wall and smashed me up against it. I continued to kiss him harder. My anger was slowly turning into pure lust.
I could hear the ceiling cracking and I knew a large a piece of wood was about to fall. I pushed Spike off of me and out of danger. He stumbled backward as the large piece of ceiling fell behind me. I kept pushing him till he reached a pillar in the center of the house. He looked at me with fire blazing in his eyes as I ran and began to kiss him again.
It was passion, and heat, and desire, and primal.
He lifted me up, our mouths still locked, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I removed one hand from his neck and expertly undid his belt. I pulled down his zipper, and knew that there was no going back.
Desperately, hungrily, I pulled him inside of me.
I pulled my head back from his so that I could look at him. He looked at me; his beautiful blue eyes were full of, shock and passion, and more than anything, love.
We stared into each other's eyes, and time stood still. Everything was quiet, and nothing meant anything except for him. He was searching my own eyes for something, what I could not tell. I tried to give him what he wanted.
We began to move with one another, slowly and rhythmically. I closed my eyes as my lips searched desperately for his. Though his body was cold, when I kissed him, I felt a fire that I never felt before.
He turned me around and softly began to thrust against me while I was pushed up with my back on the pillar. It felt so good to... just to feel.
He pulled his head back from my mouth as the chandelier fell from the ceiling and smashed through the floor. He kissed the flesh on my neck and chest, and I threw my head back and moaned in ecstasy.
I put my arms around his neck so that I could hold him, and he lost his balance and began to stumble backward. I found his mouth again and kissed him as we fell. He hit the floor and we fell right through to the basement.
I landed on top of him, my body shuddering with pleasure. Again, he just looked into my eyes and there was so much love there, I couldn't understand why I didn't feel it too. I could hear the breaking and cracking of the house all around me, but it seemed so far away.
It was funny, because as the same time, my entire life was falling apart.
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TBC? I have an idea for another chapter with Spike's POV. What do you guys think?