They did not talk,
What Love Intended -part 10 (conclusion) of "All that
Heaven Allows Series"
by: Isabelle
-Rated- (NC-17) -Sexual Content
-Disclaimer: All of the main
characters are owned by Josh Weddon and the WB. Lyrics belong to
Bon Jovi In These Arms and Laura Pausini's "Solo
Dos" -Only Us Two (translated by Isabelle).
-Summary: The conclusion of a
Spike and Buffy series. S/B related. Spike and Buffy are taken by
a rich underground demon-group with the purpose of being sold in
an auction for millions. The plot thickens as they grow closer to
each other and try to find a way back home. This story is set
right after Season 4, so Season 5 hasn't happened, and won't
happen.
-Author's Note: Please send
feedback! Tell me what you think. My email is bih80@yahoo.com
*Thanks to Trish for Editing the
story and for all the great reviews the series have received!*
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You want
commitment
Take a look into these eyes
They burn with a fire,
Just for you now
Until the end of time
I would do anything
I'd beg, I'd steal,
I'd die
To have you in
These arms tonight
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If
time would be counted in how many times you enjoy your life, life
would be very short. Learning to laugh and smile and breathe in
the air around you is a true miracle of this world. Noticing how
the leaves on a tree sway with the gentle humming of the breeze.
How a lake in all its purity and wonder calls out and dances with
the falling rays of the sun. How the fallen particles of dirt run
down the worn paths that cover the outskirts of lake.
It
you stand long enough in such a silent spot and really listen to
the voices of nature you'll find their humming to be mesmerizing
and hypnotic. Like you can't get enough, like you're drowning in
it's dying sorrow. Softly and tender it tells of times past and
long gone by, times of joy and times of affliction, times when
minutes stood still as the heart found its way.
In
those soft soporific seconds when the clouds vanish from your
thoughts and for once in your life you see your path ahead, in
those times of complete illumination is when you see your
destiny. The destiny that has been prewriten in the sand of
times, that calls you by name and knows all about you down to the
smallest and darkest secret. To that call in which we answer we
shall no longer question or doubt, we shall not be weary or
canny. We shall embrace it and hold to our soul that which is
real and can be understood, that which says no lies and tells
only truth.
That
is what we call our soulmate.
The
other part of our immortal being that wanders the earth like you,
lost and alone, scared and unsure. Looking at every corner for
the slightest chance of discovery of self and truth.
To
have such a dialogue is to receive the greatest gift possibly
given to man. A moment of true and perfect happiness, a moment
when there is an internal peace inside of you. Tranquil as the
leaves that sway on the tree with the wind, like the lake calls
out and dances with the falling rays of the sun, like the fallen
particles of dirt than run down worn paths, like that the soul
will sing. In unity and perfect harmony, stretching to meet its
mate, its lost comrade, its other half.
That
moment is called love. Love that
sings one verse and rhymes one tune.
There are times in
the lapse of time when souls are separated and lost, lost in the
warps of time and space, lost by hundreds of human years. In such
times the entities must seek alternative measures, measures that
guide a fallen soul to its rightful partner.
The soul was that of
William Winthrop. It had been lost, wondering alone and confused
in the mists of eternity. But one night four years from the
present it had been gently pulled. Not entirely, but ever so
slightly. It lost bits and pieces to him who called it
unconsciously.
As time went by, more
and more parts were pulled, until all that was left was love.
The deities looked at
the mutilated soul and took pity upon its condition. One divinity
looked at the other and nodded in silent communication.
Before their eyes the
remaining shadow floated to its rightful owner to be with its
rightful mate.
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Baby I want you
Like the roses
Want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain
I would give anything
My blood my love my life
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Tears in her eyes,
not from crying or from joy, but from pure disillusion. They both
stood there looking at the floor. What more was there to say?
Sorry?
If things could be
different?
Another time, another
place?
"You're my best
friend, you know?" he asked her.
She met his brown
eyes and nodded. "Who would have thought?"
He gave her his
strange and rare smile. "Yeah, who would have." he said
in his melancholic voice.
Silence flooded them
as memories of their past came forth.
He broke the silence.
"I am sorry, Cordy."
A silent tear glazed
her cheek and he lifted his finger to wipe it off. She stood
still at the feel of his cold hand. His gesture only made her cry
more.
He cupped her cheek
and kissed her lightly on her trembling lips.
"Goodbye."
She watched him walk
away, his black coat swinging behind him as he jumped on his
convertible and sped off.
Never once looking
back, never once a last glance.
Both knew this was
the way it was meant to be. He left.
It was either he'd
leave or paste signs for a new live "Temptation
Island".
She held her coat
tight around her body to warm her cold heart. The tears had
stopped flowing but her emotions were as raw as ever.
Damn that
vampire. She thought as she made her way slowly up the
stairs to her own apartment were the only man in her life was
invisibly waiting for her.
She opened the door
to her apartment. "Honey, I am back."
The silent wind
greeted her cheerfully. "Guess it's back to you and
me."
The door she had just
closed flung open, she turned rapidly to look at the intruder.
And there he was, her
best friend.
Her mouth gapped
opened but nothing came out. He didn't wait for her to say
anything, he just grabbed her and kissed her, leaving her stunned
at the intensity of the kiss and at his swift return.
"I....I thought
you were leaving." she stammered when she regained her
voice.
He smiled down at her
"I couldn't stay away." was all he said.
"What about your
little.........problem?" she asked in confusion.
"I lost someone
I loved because I would not fight for it. I am not loosing
another person I love because of it," he said looking deep
into her chocolate brown eyes.
A small smile played
on her lips. "You love me?" she asked in a shy voice.
He realized he had
said it out loud and exhaled, it felt like a large stone had been
lifted from his heart. "How can you doubt that?"
She screamed in
happiness and threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her up
and embraced her.
"Oh Angel, I
love you, I love you so much." Cordilia said kissing him.
He threw his head
back and laughed, only she could make him this happy. "And
we'll work through it, I promise." he said holding her face
between his large hands.
"Looking forward
to it." she returned his smile and pulled out of his
embrace, she grabbed her purse and put on her shoes.
"Cordy, were are
we going?" he asked confused.
She smiled up at him
and winked. "Shopping."
"Shopping?"
he asked placing his hands on his hips.
"Well you know,
you boyfriend now, with a nice bank account, gotta dress for the
part." she said and walked right by him and through the
front door.
He smiled and shook
his head. Only Cordy. He thought as he followed her
happy form back to his car.
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If you were in
these arms tonight
I'd hold you, I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything all right
If you were in these arms
I'd love you, I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight
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It had been a quiet
night patrolling. Almost as if even the demons themselves knew
the slayer was not in the mood. She just wanted to crawl to her
bed and be mad, sad, and happy at the same time.
She could just stake
him at that moment but again he was not a vampire anymore so that
threat did not work. She had to think of something else to hold
over his head.
She reached her house
before it started to rain. As she entered the house she stopped
in the foyer and turned back to look at the door. Memories of
months ago flashed before her eyes.
"Slayer,......you're
shivering." He said noticing her trembling lips and her
hands tightly grasping the top of his coat.
She broke the trance and
noticed her shaking body, quivering out of need from the frozen
coolness that ran through her body.
He moved towards her worried
that she might get a cold in all her wet clothes. "Pet, why
don't you go change?" he said gently. "You have a date,
remember?"
"Date,....Riley,..."
She murmured to herself. "Oh my God I have a date!" she
suddenly realized.
"Yes, with your
boyfriend, remember?" he asked. "Go change. And get me
my box so I can leave you alone."
She digested his words.
"Ok, wait here, the box
is upstairs." she turned from him, still wrapped tightly in
the soft leather, that even thought it was wet it smelled of
him,.....and that somehow warmed her.
Buffy shook the tears
from her eyes from the memories. God had she been so blind? Did
it have to take a prophesy, and so much pain for them to realize
they loved each other even then.
She closed to door
and walked to her living room and the memories started again.
She dropped the phone when she
found a half naked, wet Spike trying to dry himself up. He got
startled and turned to face her. She was sure her face had given
her away.
She was definetly salivating.
He was gorgeous. All chiseled
and pale, but a beautiful pale, he was lean and looked like a
copy of David. All confused, she wanted to throw her arms around
his neck and satisfy the burning sensation growing between her
legs.
Oh Shit . Was all she could
come up with, all her mind saw was chest, abs, arms, neck, back,
ass.
"Slayer....you're still
shakin' like a leaf." he said. "And you dropped the
phone."
"Yeah, I am gonna go
change,....and then I am gonna give you coat,.....and..."
she knew she had something else to do but her mind was doing the
limbada without her.
"da' box?" he asked.
"Yes!! Of course, BOX,
you want your box, the one my mother left for you, with things,
inside the box, and its yours, its upstairs in my mom's room,
your box, that is, and now I am a shivering rambling slayer who
is about to catch a cold in her own living room.
"Luv, why don't you
change, take your time, I'll be fine, I can wait." he said.
"I'll be back,
I'll.....mmmm,....there might be a shirt that's dry so you can
change in to something dry." she said.
She bolted up the stairs
shivering in cold and embarrassment.
"Thanks!" he
screamed watching her flush further and run in humiliation.
Buffy let out a small
sob as she covered her face with her hands. She knew he was
alive, somewhere out there. Angle had called and after she
finished insulting him he had told her of Spike's visit to
Brazil.
She had been crushed
for a second thinking he was going back to Drusilla and thier
entire adventure had been nothing but an adventure, a good story
to tell your pals but Angel had reassured her that he was heading
her way as soon as he finished his 'business' trip.
We stared at the
sun and we made a promise
A promise this world would never blind us
These are my words, our words were our songs
Our songs are our prayers, these prayers keep me strong
It's what I believe
If you were in these arms tonight
She felt relieved but
still worried, he was no longer a vampire. Drusilla could kill
him easily or turn him twice as fast. The thought had been bile
in her throat for days.
It had been three
weeks since the killing of Travers and Buffy was growing
impatient. She had been impatient from day one, wanting him there
and holding him but at this point it was becoming insane.
She would have never
thought she would miss him so much. The way he smiled, the way he
glared at her, the way they fought, the way she held her, so
gently and yet so secure.
She needed him. She
went up her stairs to cry out her heart onto the pillow that had
dried her tears night after night.
She entered her room
and froze.
Every single cell in
her body paralized and in harmonious tune stood at hair's end.
There he was.
Dressed in dark blue
jeans and his usual black t-shirt. No duster, no combat boots.
Just the man.
He turned around when
he felt her come in and their eyes met.
She noticed the soft
humming sound of the radio. On his not so pale hand he held a
single white Gardenia. The flower was alive with color, color so
pale and so vibrant. Its scent filled the room and clung to the
air as the pair of light eyes stared at each other.
Had it been two
months since they had looked at each other, since they had
communicated with a single glance?
The atmosphere around
them sung of wanting and desire. Heat that had never been
consumed, ice that had never been melted.
If you were in
these arms tonight
I'd hold you, I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything all right
If you were in these arms
I'd love you, I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight
They did not talk, they did not
speak, only marveled in each other's presence.
Their bodies ached for the other,
a subconscious calling that was very much in control. He grabbed
her hand and led her to the middle of her bedroom floor.
She noticed how warm his hand was
and instantly felt its warmth in the core between her legs.
Their eyes locked.
Fire, that was incalescence,
unquenchable, unhidable want.
Want so real, for so long
restrained that it had become an unstoppable paroxysm, burning
and dancing within their blood.
Spike wasted no time he roughly
grabbed hold of Buffy's waist, bringing her face within an inch
of his. She could smell his breath, he smelled of cigarrettes and
hot wings. But it was air, pure lungadic air that shimmered on
her hot face.
She savored his closeness, a
closeness that she thought, at one time, she would never have.
Never leaving her gaze, he brought
his hand and with his thumb slowly traced each of her eyebrows,
combing them into perfection.
She held her breath, but somehow
it did not control the thumping sound her heart was making and
the puddle of need between her legs.
He rested his forehead against
hers and brought their noses to touched, she darted out her
tongue and licked his lips lightly.
In response, he didn't hesitate,
bringing their mouths together.
Slow, sensious exigency. It was
emanating from their pores, filtrating its way to each other's
core.
He felt his member throb against
the soft material of his jeans and groaned in desire.
Still kissing she brought her
hands to explore the wide confinements of his back. Tracing and
savoring every lump, every curb, every muscle until she memorized
every inch of his back.
He tangled his hands thought her
hair finding the soft essence of the back of her warm neck.
He lightly brushed his hands over
the baby-hair covered skin, sending her in goose-bumps.
The skin underneath his white
palpus radiated a new sensation of incredibility he had never
experienced before. She was pure velvet.
A texture so rich, so gratifying,
he could just die happy right now.
Her tongue found his soft bottom
lip and sucked it gently, leaving Slayer-insured bruises he would
soon recover from.
Nectar, he was pure seedless
nectar. He tasted like a Marlboro commercial, rough, sexy, and
mysterious.
She let out a moan and he new that
was his cue.
He pried himself slowly from her
embrace and reached out with his Columbus hands to discover what
was so great about America. He found it in her hardening nipples
that threatened to cut through her light cotton shirt.
Pressing down on each one he began
massaging her, bringing her senses into a mix-soup.
She let him pleasure her, it felt
agonizingly beautiful. She moaned loudly and he covered her mouth
with his to prevent her from making too much noise, the silence
was beautiful. Like a dance.
A silent dance.
Ballet.
The tugging, the tearing, the
bouncing, the ridding.....the eternal dance of love.
He slowly brought her light shirt
over her head leaving her with only a thin red silk bra on. He
let go of her mouth and she pouted in disappointment.
He turned her around and brought
her bare back to his shirt-covered chest. He lowered his mouth to
caress her neck and she leaned towards him to give him better
access, entangling their arms.
She raised her hand and grasped
his short hair bringing them closer. Spike found the front
clipping her her silk bra and expertly unlocked it, bringing her
breast to plain and enlightened view.
Sliding the straps from her bare
shoulders he reached out and cupped her breast in his warm hands.
He started softly kissing her bare shoulders while his hands
enjoyed the hard feel of her breast.
Their mouths found each other
again and the back to chest contact was not enough, so Buffy
swiftly turned around to give her access to the goodies he wanted
to play with.
His hands never left her chest as
he explored every detail of her mounds, she brought her hands to
the bottom of his black shirt and tugged it over his head.
She marveled at his hardness. He
let go of her breast to let her do her own exploration.
Instead of using her hands she
placed both hand firmly on his shoulders and brought her mouth to
his chest. She placed a light butterfly kiss on each nipple,
tempting him with more.
Then lightly licked the tip of
each one of the dark circles, pausing to blow a light cool breath
on each one. He moaned in need and she smiled at his desperation.
She brought her eyelashes to meet
his lower neck and fluttered them against his heated skin.
The feel of the light hairs of her
eyelashes sent shivers down his spine. He needed her so badly
right at the moment. She darted her small tongue, licking the
planes of his chest, and as she licked she blew cool air for his
satisfaction.
When she reached his naval, she
brought her hands to his bottons. Before she could do anything
else. He roughly bent down and swiftly picked her up, stunning
her out of a reaction.
He cradled her half nude form and
brought it to the bed, laying her gently on the soft flower
sheets that adorned her bed. He gazed down at her perfection, her
golden perfection and remembered that night so long ago when they
were kidnaped. Her jeans had ripped and he had savored her soft
flesh with only his sight as a guide.
Never, would he had thought that
she would give herself so willingly, so openly, so lovingly to
him. Him, a soulless creature, whose heart beat only for her.
She was his existence, she was his
sun when he couldn't see it, his night when he couldn't miss it.
He cupped her lust-hungry face in his hands and looked deep into
her eyes. He leaned over her, placing the softest, gentlest kiss
on her parted lips. He wanted to show her how much he loved her,
how much she meant to him.
The kiss brought forth the
realization that she thought he had died. That a week ago, this
would only come in dreams. She felt so lucky to have him here
with her. Uniting in perfect unison, loving in one spirit,
sharing one soul.
She started to cry and reached out
to hold him, as if he would disappear. At first he was confused,
but then he realized that she had thought him dead. And he cradled
her like he had done so many times in the prison. He knew exactly
what she felt.
The night he let her go with Angel
in the palace, he had prepared himself with the denial of ever
having her in his arms again. He was willing for her to go to
another's arms! How could the thought even cross his mind?!
She was everything to him and if
from death he had to come back to have her like this, he would
have done it,... time and time again.
And these were our words, they
keep me strong
I'd hold you, I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything all right
If you were in these arms
I'd love you, I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight
Buffy held onto Spike as if he
would turn to dust, as if she would loose him again when she had
just found him.
She whispered to his ear. "I
love you so much."
He hugged her tighter aginst
himself, until both thier cheeks were pressed together and had no
where else to go.
"Don't ever leave me
again." she said sobbing.
He kissed her crying eyelids and
craddeled her face in his hands once more. "I told you I
would find you, no matter where. Not even death could've stoped
that." he said. "You're mine, Buffy. Mine and no
other."
"You're mine," she
whispered. "Make love to me, Spike. Show me how much you
love me."
With that he didnd't waste any
time, and quickly shed their remaining clothing.
Uniting and loving in their
climaxes they undeastood meaning, they understood reason. They
accepted it without question. The time for questions was gone and
lost. It was time for acceptance and understanding. Time to
reflect on the future, instead of thier twisted past.
Time to dream, and time to soar,
time for loving, forevermore.
They were enemies, who became
partners, who became friends, who sought comfort and became
lovers.
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Esta noche te
busque, hare el amor contigo,
Sonare, dos
corazones y un latido
Grito a dios
que eres mio,
Un instante mas
y estas llegando
Sobre mi, haste
que
Se confundan
nuestros cuerpos, nuetra piel
Porque Dos
enamorados, Tu y You
Nada nos puede
separar por esta magia que nos guia
Entre tus dias
y mis dias
Enamorados nada
mas, inconfundible uno en dos
Las mismas
caras es normal
Come un espejo,
tu y yo
Solo dos, con
las ganas de sentirse juntos
Si, tu y you
Conjugando al
mismo tiempo el verbo AMAR.
(Tonight I sought you
out, I will make love to you, I will dream of two hearts yet one
beat, I scream to God that you're mine, in one more instant I
will come, over me, until our skin and our body are made one.
Because, two, we are in love you and me, nothing could ever
separate us, because of this magic that guides us, between your
days and mine. We're in love, nothing more, unconfussed one in
two, the same faces, like a mirror, you and me.Only two, with the
desire to feel togehter, Yes, you and me, calling out at the same
time the word Love.)-Translation
by Isabelle
THE
END..........................
(Dont forget to read
the Epilogue-10 yrs later)
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