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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