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The song is "Touched" by VISUAL AUDIO SENSORY THEATRE (VAST) and it kicks ass! No infringement is intended and, as an aside, I've loved this song since I first heard it last year and it was actually playing during one of the "Angel" eps.
*Note* I know this is a little shorter, but there's still more to come in part 4 ;
And then there was Spike (Part 3)
By C.D. Hackett
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Touched
You say that I am too
so much of what you say is true
I'll never find someone
quite like you again
I'll never find someone
quite like you...like you
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Willow awoke, and looked around in confusion. There was a beautiful song playing on the CD player and Spike was seated contentedly at the computer, flaming Ann Rice on some message board. There was a moccachino on the table beside her and she was all warm and cozy in bed.
This all would have been normal to a casual observer, but, of course, in Sunnydale -- nothing is as it appears.
"Spike? Why am I in your bed and wearing a," she squinted at herself, "'Somebody went to Hell and all I got was this lousy T-shirt!' shirt?"
"Good day, my love," he crawled onto the bed and began peppering her with kisses, "You're in my bed because you fell asleep here. You're wearing the shirt because I figured you wouldn't like to wake up nude in my bed until we've consummated our relationship and yes, before you ask, I was a good little Spike when I underdressed you. I hardly peeked at all."
He gave her his most innocent face, which, of course, being Spike -- was not innocent at all.
"So what are you saying," she whispered, "That I'm not peekable? That you don't desire me anymore?" Her lips trembled with the words.
"Oh, Pet. That's not true. Why I'd shag you in a second except that I want to make love to you. Properly and I didn't want you to get mad at me and think I took advantage---" he looked at her trembling lips more closely and pounced onto her, "You little Witch! You're having me on. Making me blather like a bloody fool for thinking I'd hurt your feelings."
Willow laughed and drew him closer, "Sorry. But I couldn't resist teasing you, Unless it's resisting teasing you in that way. It wouldn't be nice of me at all."
"No, Pet. It wouldn't be nice at all. It would be very, very naughty and then I'd have to beat you like a red-headed step-child."
"Have you been going on IRC again lately? I recognize that phrase."
Spike shrugged nonchalantly, "Those #gothic people are entertaining when the damn bastards aren't kickbanning me. They're lucky I'm getting my soul back or they'd be in for it." His face vamped out.
Cautiously, Willow kissed him. She was careful of his fangs, and she found it interesting.
So did Spike.
"Love," he pulled away, "You'll have to stop or I won't be able to wait for you. Because I want you."
Breathlessly she replied, "Sounds like fun, ducky. Why not?"
"Ducky? Why are you calling me-- why not? Why not?"
Then he was on her, wrapping his body around hers like a boa constrictor. Feeling her warmth, smelling her humanity. Burying his face in the molten lava of her hair, whispering her name over and over again like a mantra. Possessing her gently with his mouth before beginning to explore her with delight and wonderment.
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the razors and the dying roses
plead I don't leave you alone
the demi-gods
and hungry ghosts
and god, god knows I'm not at home
I'll never find someone
quite like you
again
I'll never find someone
quite like you
again
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She gasped and flushed with colour. Vibrant, alive, in love. With him. The words reached inside of her and seemed suitably dark for her demon lover. Demon lover.
"Spike, you'll be able to control your demon?"
"Willow, I am yours. Let me worship you like you were meant to be worshipped. On my knees. With soft lips and strong hands. With all that there is of me to love you with."
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I looked into your eyes and
saw a world that does not exist
I looked into your eyes and
saw a world I wish I was in
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"Ok," she whispered shyly.
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I'll never find someone
quite as touched as you
I'll never love someone
quite the way
that I loved you
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And Spike did all as he promised being gentle and tender, strong and unrelenting, passionate, caring and loving. In his 126 years, he had never experienced such happiness before.
Things went on well into the day and then the night. The lovers barely noticed the passage of time because, for the moment, their worlds existed entirely of each other.
How tragic it is when things change...
TO BE CONTINUED