A/N: Last chapter! Well, actually, just kind of an interlude before the second part of the story. If I did my job and got you hooked on this particular saga of Spike and Anya, then you can look forward to the continuation of this fic in its companion, which will be titled "Far and Away" (yes, like the movie). If, however, I really fucked up and you think this story sucks, well... bite me. I tried my best, jerkoff. Hehe...
Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback and inspiration, especially Clara Maplewood, Dora, and Emily. Hope to see you all in Round 2! :O)
It was midnight by the time Spike and Anya finished packing and loading up the back of the old DeSoto. Most of their belongings were still in the crypt, not so much for lack of space as for reassurance that they would indeed be returning someday. They took what they needed, clothes, blood, a can of gas, some food; Anya stuffed a pillow and blanket in there, too, despite Spike's insistance that she wouldn't be spending the night in the backseat of the car at any time.
"Unless I'm back there with you," he added, giving her a tight half-smile.
She hit him on the shoulder, too tense to be wound down with innuendo. "This isn't the time to be joking about sex."
He rolled his eyes as he got into the driver's seat and shut the door. "Sorry. Just trying to keep the mood light."
"Well, I appreciate your efforts, but it's a little too late for light." She let out a frustrated groan. "You know, this is the second time having sex has gotten us in trouble. Why can't I enjoy a nice orgasm without the rest of the world having a freaking cow about it?"
Spike shrugged, turning the keys in the ignition. "Guess they're just jealous. I mean, they bloody well know what they're missing." He flinched as the engine rumbled to life.
Anya tossed her hair irritably. "Yes, well, if they didn't, they do now."
He flinched again, the sharpness in her voice enough to make his defenses rise the second the words left her mouth. "Hey," he said, matching her steely tone. "*I'm* not the one who was screaming my head off the other night."
She glared indignantly at him. "If I remember correctly, you *were* the one *making* me scream my head off. If you hadn't been doing that thing with your tongue I wouldn't have been so loud."
"And if *I* remember correctly, you *asked* me to do it," he shot back, raising a scarred eyebrow. "I was only doing it because you wanted me to."
Anya fumed momentarily, realizing she'd lost this one; then her glare softened and she shook her head. "Dammit, Spike. We shouldn't fight now. We're about to leave our home, and you're the only person I'll be seeing for however long we're away. I don't want to get angry with you before we even pull out of the graveyard."
He didn't reply for several seconds, just sat and looked at her. Then he leaned forward and gave her an open-eyed kiss. She tasted cooler than usual. "Sorry," he said quietly. "The whole being-run-out-of-town thing... you know?"
She nodded. "It's all right. I'm scared, too."
"Hey now, never said I was scared..." He trailed off and let his hand slide to her face, touching her lips with same taut gentleness he'd used to kiss them. "It'll be all right, Anya," he told her. "It'll all work out."
She nodded, and returned his calming affection with a brushed-on path of kisses from his forehead to his mouth. "I believe you," she said softly. "We'll *make* it all work out." She took a deep breath, looking through the windshield at the darkness ahead of them. "Now let's get going."
And they did.
END
but...
TBC in "Far and Away". Stay tuned!
Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback and inspiration, especially Clara Maplewood, Dora, and Emily. Hope to see you all in Round 2! :O)
It was midnight by the time Spike and Anya finished packing and loading up the back of the old DeSoto. Most of their belongings were still in the crypt, not so much for lack of space as for reassurance that they would indeed be returning someday. They took what they needed, clothes, blood, a can of gas, some food; Anya stuffed a pillow and blanket in there, too, despite Spike's insistance that she wouldn't be spending the night in the backseat of the car at any time.
"Unless I'm back there with you," he added, giving her a tight half-smile.
She hit him on the shoulder, too tense to be wound down with innuendo. "This isn't the time to be joking about sex."
He rolled his eyes as he got into the driver's seat and shut the door. "Sorry. Just trying to keep the mood light."
"Well, I appreciate your efforts, but it's a little too late for light." She let out a frustrated groan. "You know, this is the second time having sex has gotten us in trouble. Why can't I enjoy a nice orgasm without the rest of the world having a freaking cow about it?"
Spike shrugged, turning the keys in the ignition. "Guess they're just jealous. I mean, they bloody well know what they're missing." He flinched as the engine rumbled to life.
Anya tossed her hair irritably. "Yes, well, if they didn't, they do now."
He flinched again, the sharpness in her voice enough to make his defenses rise the second the words left her mouth. "Hey," he said, matching her steely tone. "*I'm* not the one who was screaming my head off the other night."
She glared indignantly at him. "If I remember correctly, you *were* the one *making* me scream my head off. If you hadn't been doing that thing with your tongue I wouldn't have been so loud."
"And if *I* remember correctly, you *asked* me to do it," he shot back, raising a scarred eyebrow. "I was only doing it because you wanted me to."
Anya fumed momentarily, realizing she'd lost this one; then her glare softened and she shook her head. "Dammit, Spike. We shouldn't fight now. We're about to leave our home, and you're the only person I'll be seeing for however long we're away. I don't want to get angry with you before we even pull out of the graveyard."
He didn't reply for several seconds, just sat and looked at her. Then he leaned forward and gave her an open-eyed kiss. She tasted cooler than usual. "Sorry," he said quietly. "The whole being-run-out-of-town thing... you know?"
She nodded. "It's all right. I'm scared, too."
"Hey now, never said I was scared..." He trailed off and let his hand slide to her face, touching her lips with same taut gentleness he'd used to kiss them. "It'll be all right, Anya," he told her. "It'll all work out."
She nodded, and returned his calming affection with a brushed-on path of kisses from his forehead to his mouth. "I believe you," she said softly. "We'll *make* it all work out." She took a deep breath, looking through the windshield at the darkness ahead of them. "Now let's get going."
And they did.
END
but...
TBC in "Far and Away". Stay tuned!
