Of fact and fiction - Chapter Seven
by Angel Eternal
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Rating: PG-13 (for Spike's potty mouth, Anya's frankness and
a little kissing – gee the list grows with every
chapter!)
Distribution: So far? Only at my site "In Dreams and Shadows", but it you want to archive
it please let me know first - I kinda like to know where it's going, and plus I find out about
more S/B shipper sites! g
Disclaimers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several
companies and God knows who else. One thing is certain - I don't own
any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!
He was a prancing poof.
Buffy forced yet another smile on her lips, and wondered what she ever saw in Riley Finn.
This time, she let the Spikeism pass with no mental recriminations - for it was the perfect
truth.
He was a simpering idiot.
Ok maybe she was being a little harsh, and technically this wasn't Riley, but the way he was
acting now reminded her of Riley.
The high and mighty Prince Rhys boasted of his prowess and expected her to pat him on
the head. She detested him, and she realised why.
He was boring.
At this very moment, Prince Rhys was boring her out of her mind. It didn't help that Angus
brooded. Heaven help her.
Spike was no where to be seen, and she didn't want to admit that she missed him. She told
herself that it was only because she was being bored to tears by both the Prince and the Laird.
That was the extent of her 'missing' him - she really didn't *miss* him - of course not! Ridiculous.
God she missed him.
* * *
Spike was determined to find a way to get Buffy back home.
He leafed through the books, but most of the mumbo-jumbo was lost on him. He suddenly
wished that he was here with one of the Wiccans - they would know what they were doing.
Right now, they had made no active effort in getting out - Buffy was too busy playing court
he thought bitterly.
He knew that a Prince had visited, Buffy was probably reeling from all the attention that the
two ponces were lavishing on her. Pleasantly reeling of course.
He growled beneath his breath.
Something about this world unsettled him - everything was, not quite right, and he could
barely explain it to himself, much less someone else.
Right now, he was focused on bringing Buffy home.
* * *
"You see, I don't think she should do that."
Dawn, Anya and Tara were huddled in a corner, discussing the possibility of Buffy and Spike,
while the other three pretended to ignore what they were discussing.
Anya rolled her eyes at Tara. "Of course she should do that! Nothing says 'I love you' like
'I wanna hump you!'"
Dawn shook her head, "No! It shouldn't be like that Anya - I mean sure the physical thing
should be there, but it has to go deeper..."
Anya frowned, "I don't understand..."
Tara nodded at Dawn, "Yes of course, it has to be based on something more then simple
lust - lust fades..."
"Lust never fades!" Anya felt sick at the thought.
Dawn and Tara exchanged glances.
Tara sighed, "Anya, lust fades, it won't always be there, and Buffy and Spike deserve more
than just lust."
Anya shook her head, now getting frantic, "I don't understand...."
Dawn took her hands, trying to calm her down, "Listen Anya, would you protect Xander
before all else?"
Anya nodded hesitantly.
"Would you go to the ends of the earth for his sake?"
Again with the hesitant nod.
"Would you defy everything you know to be with him?"
This time Anya's brilliant smile flashed, "I already have."
Dawn nodded solemnly, "And that is love, and that is what Buffy and Spike deserve."
Anya nodded in understanding, glancing at Xander, and smiling gently at him. "Yes -
that is what they deserve."
Xander moaned, and buried his head in a book, as Willow glanced thoughtfully at
Dawn.
* * *
He could taste her fear, it was palpable. It made the blood rush through him in
anticipation.
He savoured the look and feel of her dark hair running through his fingers, images
of past and present melding until he knew no time and no place.
He heard her whimpers, but she refused to beg, and he wanted to hear her beg.
* * *
He wanted her - he would make her the queen that she was meant to be. He refused
to even acknowledge the filthy Highlander, who had left the room in a perfect snit.
As for the Duke - he hasn't made an appearance all night - obviously something else
held his fancy.
She was his for the taking.
He leaned to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He felt her eagerly strain to be closer
to him.
Buffy flattened herself in her seat, trying to inch away from the amourous Prince.
Rhys and Angus shared something in common - they had the same look in their eyes,
when they looked at her. They looked at her as if she was a piece of chattel.
None of that was ever evident in Spike's eyes...
No, she shouldn't think about that...vampire!
He wasn't even here!
* * *
Spike rubbed a hand over his eyes, exhausted. Badly needing a break, he stood and
wandered out of the library.
He walked, the cramps working themselves out his tired limbs. As he passed an open
door, something caught his eye. He stopped. It had been a long time...but he needed to...
* * *
Buffy wandered, letting her feet do the leading. Her heart felt heavy, and she felt empty, as if
a part of her was missing.
She didn't want to think about that too deeply.
Music evaded her thoughts, creeping in slowly, swirling around her brain. For a moment, Buffy
closed her eyes, letting the music envelop her in a warm embrace. Instinctively, her feet moved
in the direction of the music.
With every step, she became more ensnared by the melody, the heart-wrenching pain behind
every liquid note.
Buffy stopped, as she reached the door of a room. The notes slowed into a lament, then swirled
into a crescendo, as the maker poured his soul into the music he was creating.
She saw a shock of unmistakable hair.
Spike was seated at the piano, fingers dancing over the keys. The music changed again, this time
effortlessly slipping into a soft romantic song, every note was filled with sweetness and longing.
And her heart found what it had been looking for.
Buffy's feet led her to his side. The music softened even more, she watched his fingers caressing
the keys, and her stomach clenched as she imagined those fingers dancing effortlessly
on her body.
"They say..."
She was startled when he started to speak, but she stilled her racing heart, and listened.
"...that love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules." He looked up, and
she was caught up in his eyes, his eyes which held her captive just as surely as any steel chains.
"Then you must forget the rules and play from the heart..."
Buffy regarded him, subjecting him to a gaze so intense, that Spike wanted to duck his head to
avoid her scrutiny. But he didn't flinch from her gaze, instead his eyes sought out hers.
Buffy knew that it was now or never, but she felt paralysed.
Spike sensed a change in her - he saw it in her stance, in the unwavering intensity of her gaze.
Slowly, cautiously, he moved towards her, giving her plenty of time to bolt if she wanted to.
Buffy knew exactly what he was up to, she also knew what he wanted, but would never dream
for.
His mouth was mere inches from hers, eyes questioning. Buffy's hands cupped the back of
his neck and pulled him in, kissing him softly at first.
Spike moaned against her mouth. The kiss was almost chaste in it's very gentleness. He heard
a low growl, and was surprised to find that it didn't come from him.
Buffy pulled him in closer, this kiss was different from the two - no three - they've shared.
The first had been one of intense gratitude and acknowledgement. The second, the realisation
of her feelings and desires, the third, a reminder of those feelings. This...this was different.
Their tongues danced to a tune that had been heard since time began, their bodies pressing
eagerly towards each other, almost on the verge of melting into each other.
Buffy climbed onto his lap, his hands encircled her waist, fingers dancing as confidently along
her waist as they did on the piano's keys. Her hands cupped his face, as she rained kisses
on his upturned mouth.
Yes, this was different, it was an acknowledgement and a reassurance, from both of them.
I would never let you go...
Through the fog that was desire, Spike heard a gasp. He opened his eyes and saw him.
With a malicious smile, he let his hands wander up Buffy's body, to bury his hands in her hair,
urgently he tilted her head backwards to deepen the kiss. He saw the flash of hurt in the other
man's eyes before he strode away.
Buffy, oblivious of what had transpired between vampire and man, revelled in the knowledge
that she had found what she had been looking for.
Spike soon forgot the incident. All that mattered was this moment, a dream that had been up
to know unrealised, and he never wanted to wake up.
The night looked on as Slayer and Vampire, lost in each other, forgetting the laws of their
society, throwing themselves in the shades grey, consummated a love that knew no bounds...
~ To be continued ~
It is after all rated PG-13, probably pushing it a bit huh? ::shrugs::
There is what I like to call "The Missing Chapter" - it picks up from where this leaves off, it is
totally uneccesary for the plot, but it is for those mature readers out there. If you don't care about
that sort of thing, just go ahead to the Chapter Eight =)