Mrs.
Mrs. Winthrop- Epilogue of "All that Heaven Allows
Series"
by: Isabelle
-Disclaimer: All of the main
characters are owned by Josh Weddon and the WB. Lyrics Only
You by Louis Armstrong.
-Rated: PG (Language, Adult
Situation)
-Summary: Epilogue of 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 hasen't happened, and won't
happen.
-Author's Note: Please send
feedback! My email is bih80@yahoo.com
Special thanks to Karla, Trish, all my reviewers and fans,
the entire One good day group, because we are awsome and serve
all the naked spikes Jessa has to offer. To my fam and friends
for encouranging me to write, to the characters that hold so much
life and possibilities and to the fans that have taken time out
to send me reviews that have kept me writting, THANK YOU ALL!!!!
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Only you can make this world
seem right
Only you can make the darkness
bright
Only you and you alone can
thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love
for only you
(Year: 2010, Egypt)
The room dazzled. High
social-elite, fine champagne, expensive caviar. The finest
catering available, waiters and maitre'd waltzing around the
palace ballroom making sure everyone's needs were attended to.
People stood in mini-groups
laughing at each other's jokes and delighting in each other's
expensive company. The music was playing a swift tango and the
couples relished in the celebration.
Women were dressed in ChloƩ and
Versace and the men whore Armani and Prada. Gucci shoes graced
the floor and Cuban cigars filled the room.
She stood out in the crowd. Her
golden hair was twisted in a gentle arrangement, surrendering a
few strands to frame her face. Her emerald green Oscar De la
Renta dress cascaded until it kissed the floor. Backless to her
lower waist, sleeveless to expose her gloved hands that held the
fine champagne glass, and front low cut to give a hint of
cleavage. Her diamond earrings were small but just the right size
for her petite frame.
Her smile was being admired by all
the men in the room. She was beautiful. Laughing with two other
well dressed older ladies who seemed pleased to get her
attention.
He saw her form across the room
and started making his way there. Never taking his blue eyes away
from her.
Only you can make this change
in me
For it's true, you are my
destiny
When you hold my hand I
understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come
true, my one and only you
The women stared at him longingly.
He was a picture of assurance and radiance. Strong jaw, and clear
blue eyes, ash blonde hair, extremely well polished. He was
dressed from head to toe in a black Prada suit, that enhanced his
strong features and soft mouth. He smoked an exotic brand of
cigarette, approaching her like a cat stalking its prey.
She felt when he walked up behind
her. She always knew when he was around, perhaps it was the sound
of his heartbeat that still mesmerized her or the smell of his
cigarettes.
The tiny hairs on the nape of her
neck responded to his presence and she excused herself from the
ladies, knowing he was coming.
He stared for a moment at her
curves, All still in place. He thought with a smile.
She waited when he didn't appear,
she frowned, What game is he playing?
"Mrs. Winthrop, why the sad
face?" he asked coming up behind her.
She turned to face him and smiled.
"Detective, what a pleasant surprise!"
"Indeed, tell me Mrs.
Winthrop, enjoying the yearly festivities." he asked smoking
his cigarrettes.
"I always do,
detective." she replied drinking her champagne.
"Really? Then why the sad
face?" he asked with a concerned look.
"Well you see, detective,
it's my husband." she stated.
"Hmm?"
"Yes, I am extremely worried
about him." she said nodding.
"Well tell me Mrs. Winthrop,
what's wrong with your husband?" he asked.
"Well," she said almost
in a whisper. "Between you and me, I believe he's coming up
with some type of flaccid disease."
He arched his eyebrow and looked
at her suspiciously. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, to say the
least." she said in her best 'damsel in distress' tone.
"We have not made love in two hours."
He looked at her "Two hours,
you say?"
"Yes." she said nodding
and looking at him with her large green eyes. "I am
extremely worried."
"Are you now?"
"Absolutely." she said
in despair.
"Well, Mrs. Winthrop."
he said putting out his cigarette in the near ash tray.
"Tell me, what would your husband have to do to prove
his....sexual components....are....unflaccid?"
She smiled and placed a pensive
look. "Well, I would think that first of all he would ask me
to dance, then we'll find a open storage room where we'll shag
like crazy bunnies, then he'll take me out of this stuffy party
and into the elevator where we will go for another quickie. Then
we'll call an cab and break the cherry on the back seat while
getting to our hotel room where he will order champagne and
chocolate covered strawberries and we'll make love until we're
both dry and spent." She said taking the last swing of her
champagne.
He was looking at her intently.
"Is that so?" he asked
amused at her bluntness.
"I suppose that will be the
only way." she said with a mock look of despair.
He took the champagne glass from
her gloved hand and set it in the near table. Then turned to face
her, his blue eyes blazing.
"Tell me, Mrs. Winthrop,
would you like to dance?" he asked in a low husky voice when
he hear the familiar lyrics begin.
She smiled.
"I'll be delighted to."
she replied taking his hand while he led her to the dance floor.
Only you can make this change
in me
For it's true, you are my
destiny
"I know of a spare store room
we can use for the good of your cause." he whispered in her
ear.
She smiled. "Thank you, Mr.
Winthrop, I simply wouldn't know what to do without you."
And they danced,....but not for
long.
When you hold my hand I
understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come
true, my one and only you
One and only you
.......(~AND AS THEY SAY:
LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER~).........................
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