Fulfilled
By Annie
Rated: R Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em.
Feedback: crehnert@ptd.net
Fulfilled
Damned if I didn't go right out the door after her. Love's bitch, that's me all over.
Of course, I was soaked again in a few seconds, as the storm seemed not to have abated the least little bit. I could barely see her, what with all the water falling out of the sky. I knew the path she would take out of the cemetery to get back home, so I just went that way. I didn't even waste my time calling out for her, as she wouldn't have been able to hear me anyway. She was almost at the huge, decrepit gates when I finally caught sight of her.
"So, what? That's it now?" I shouted after her, stopping her in her wet tracks. "I rip my guts out and play show and tell for you, but you give me nothing in return?"
She turned around, the hair plastered to the sides of her face again. "I have nothing to give," she told me flatly, quietly, so that I had to strain and get closer to hear her. I have to admit, I was worried about that stake I knew she had, but she wasn't getting away from me just then without a fight. Headaches be damned. Like me.
"You have everything," I assured her. "You bloody well have everything of mine," I told her, pounding my chest twice for emphasis, as if I could start the old unbeating heart inside, make new life. "You came back to life, Slayer, now it's time to grow up."
I didn't say it nicely but I was about at the end of my fraying rope. And it was time; time to stop feeling sorry for herself; time to accept the destiny she always seemed just resigned to, time to be the woman I knew she was capable of being.
She laughed at me then. Very few people have ever done something like that; the only one who ever did and lived was Angelus.
"You're telling me to grow up?!" she repeated. "Nice, coming from a 120- something year old who has to lie about why he was hanging out by my house tonight. Obsess much, Spike?"
"Yea, fine, but I do come clean eventually, don't I? You just keep on covering. Cover up the fact that you are feeling inadequate and alone. Cover up the fact that you feel something between us that isn't revulsion. Do you think I want to stay around here, be the whipping boy for the Slayer? Can't even fight back properly, but you sure as all bloody hell liked it when I fought demons with you!"
I thought she might have been crying, but her face was really too wet to tell. She wasn't happy with my little character evaluation, it seemed.
"I'm not covering anything, you English twit!" she shouted at me. "I'm tired of being the only one who can do anything about anything! Can't you see? I'm tired of having the one person I can count on being a vampire, which is what I'm supposed to kill! Can't you see that either? I'm especially tired of loving men who leave me, God dammit! I'm the Slayer but I am still a human being! Grow up? Grow up? How about someone else growing up for a change? How about a town full of purposely blinded people who know these demons are here and pretend they're not, how about if they come out and fucking help me once! How about if you stop strutting around pretending you're all bad when we all know you can't hurt a fly? I'm tired! I'm just.tired..!"
I thought she was going to collapse on the ground then, and I leaned in toward her, reaching out to catch her, and she was suddenly in my arms, sobbing in frustration. I knew it was bound to happen, and I was more than willing to stand there until the sun came out and fried me if that was what she wanted. But it was a different sensation, feeling her in my arms, pliant and wanting comfort. We were still getting deluged upon, but my senses were suddenly drowning in another way entirely. She started to say something and I shushed her.
"Don't make a sound," I whispered into her ear, pulling her in close. The rain poured down but I couldn't hear it anymore. My senses were filled with other things; the beat of her alive heart in her warm body, the rush of the hot blood in her veins, the sound of the sweet breath in her lungs. It had been forever since I had felt anything so hot and alive, so life- giving and exciting. All the outside sounds disappeared and I listened with all my senses to the life of her, to the living being I loved and wanted so much. All the world as I ever knew it was gone in a split second, in the beat of a heart, her heart, in the pulse of a stream of red blood, her blood rushing through the warm body I was holding against me. Please let me be the one, I thought to myself.
We stood there a long time until I finally decided she probably would get seriously sick if she didn't get warm and dry soon. I was reluctant to move so much as a muscle, but I knew we had to get inside. As I thought about it, I realized the DeSoto was closer than the crypt, and the car at least had heat. The keys were always in it, no problem with that, so I took a step in that direction, urging my Slayer along with me. She wasn't crying nearly as hard as she had been, and she seemed willing to go along.
The DeSoto was always parked behind a big crumbling crypt in one corner of the cemetery. No one ever seemed to bother with it, but then, this is Sunnydale, and the problem would be demons before it would be juvenile delinquents. Demons don't have much use for cars. Not as classy as the Big Bad, I guess. I helped her in on the driver's side and edged her over just enough so I could get in beside her. She wasn't crying anymore, my strong demon-slayer, but she did look about exhausted. I took the keys out of the ashtray, blew the cigarette remains off them and started the engine, blasting the heat. I put my arms around her and pulled her close, resting her head on my chest. She was shivering, and I regretted the only heat she would get would be from the car. The rain was starting to slack off a bit, too, and I wondered how long it was until sunrise.
"Spike," she started to say, and I told her to be quiet once more. "Rest a bit, Pet, and we'll talk about it later. I know you're mad at me, I'm mad at me, too. We can beat me up later."
I reached my hand up to stroke her wet hair soothingly. I could feel her start to cringe away from me, but then she seemed to relent, and rested on me heavily. We sat that way, the two of us, wet through. She was probably as cold as I usually was, but the heater in the car works well, and soon she was comfortable and getting warm. I could sense her drifting off to sleep, and I laid my head back, closing my eyes, listening to her precious breathing and just hearing the thump of her heart in her chest. I tried not to let my mind wander any further, but in the warm dark of the car, I didn't have much control. To have her in such close quarters with me was an excruciating test of my self-control, but if I was ever to have any of her trust, I would have to prove myself. I could feel the desire roiling in my insides and I forced myself to immobility, lest my hands should wander where they weren't supposed to go. In her sleep, one of her hands had fallen into my lap, and I almost couldn't stand it, and certainly couldn't stop the hardness that grew there, purely out of my control.
Well, this wouldn't do. I had to get her hand out of there. It had been a while, and I thought she was deeply asleep by now, so I reached down, hoping to move her hand just a bit. But she's the Slayer, so of course as soon as I touched her she was awake.
"What the hell are you doing, Spike?" she mumbled, jerking awake, the movement making her shiver again, so that she instinctively burrowed in closer to me, obviously forgetting for the moment who was sharing the car with her.
"Nothing. Just getting comfortable, Luv. It sounded like you were going to sleep for a long time."
"The rain stopped," she remarked. "I can go home."
"No, you can't. Not until you hear me out." I replied.
"I have heard you, Spike, I've heard you for years and everything you say comes from an empty heart."
I tightened my arm around her, anticipating that she might try to sit up again. "Not true. I haven't always spoken the truth, but everything I told you tonight is exactly the way it is. You can trust me, Slayer. You can believe that, if you let me stay, I will never let you down again. I'll never let you die. I'll never leave you."
"I did die. And you did leave." She pointed out softly.
I turned in my seat then, grabbing her face in my two hands. "Right. Because you were dead. But you're alive now, and that's why I came back. I ran into Giles, and then I found out you were here. I knew you would be upset with me, after I broke my promise, but give me a bit of credit for coming back to face the bloody music. If you ever die again, I promise I'll die too. And I'll keep this promise. If you let me stay."
I was willing her to see the earnestness in my eyes, to feel the love I knew was there even if she denied it.
Her hands came up to hold my wrists then, and I thought she would wrench my hands away from her face, but she only held on. "I can't trust you, can I?"
I leaned in then, slowly, and kissed her forehead softly. "You can," I whispered. "I'll prove it if you let me stay."
"Maybe," she murmured quietly, shivering slightly, whether from the touch of my lips or the coolness of them I couldn't tell. I hoped it was the former.
"Yes," I whispered again, moving my lips from her forehead to her eyelids, just brushing them lightly. She didn't move an inch, and if my heart could beat it would have leaped in my chest just then. Her eyes were closed, and I thought she was just trying to hold onto the sleep, that nice, downy safe feeling of being asleep and warm and with someone. I couldn't stop myself from grazing her lips with mine, ever so slightly, just to get a taste of her.
Her heart skipped a beat; I heard it, what with the silence in the car and the stopping of time and all just then. Her hands tightened their grip on my wrists, but still she didn't pull away. I froze then, just the briefest second, waiting, for a slap or a push, but there was nothing. She was frozen in time as well, like she was waiting. Waiting for me. So I kissed her again, tentatively, softly, and her heart started to pound in her chest. She wanted this. She wanted me.
I whispered her name against her lips softly and then lost a bit of control, as I started kissing her hungrily. She seemed to hesitate just a second, but then she responded, kissing me back needfully. I listened with all my senses to the body next to me, the rush of blood, the pounding of the heart and the resultant heat building in waves to engulf me. She wanted me. Or needed me, it didn't matter which at the moment, as any common sense I should have felt had flown right out the car window into the approaching dawn. She released her grip on one of my wrists as my hand slid down the side of her face to caress her throat, delving even further to run my fingers just inside the V of her almost-dry shirt. The swell of her breast there all but drove me crazy, and I pulled away from her mouth to brush my lips down her throat, tracing the path my fingers had taken. She moaned and gripped the back of my head, guiding it down to her breasts. I ripped the shirt open, bugger it, I'd buy her a new one, and licked all around a luscious nipple softly, teasingly. Her hands were traveling on their own I think, they made their way down across my chest, pausing to brush my own nipples roughly, making me take one of hers into my mouth. Her hands found my cock, which was as hard as I had ever felt it, and I heard the soft moan in her throat when she touched it, realized it was all for her. She fumbled hastily with my pants to set it free, and I thought I would disintegrate when her hot hands touched my cool, hard flesh. She had her hand around it firmly, moving up and down, making a perfect rhythm with my teasing and sucking of her nipples.
She pulled my head up away from her breasts with her other hand, kissing me almost frantically now, still holding onto me punishingly, and I knew she would push me over the edge soon if I didn't slow her down. I could sense the urgency in her, but not pure sexual need like I would have thought at first. It came to me in a hot flash of insight; she just wanted to feel alive. She was so angry that I wasn't here when she came back, that there was nothing here to make her feel truly alive. Bloody ironic, to want to feel alive with a dead man.
I pulled away from her mouth reluctantly, reaching down to stop her before I came all over her hand.
"Do you know what you're doing, Slayer?" I asked her, the desire in me making it difficult to speak just then.
"Don't Psych 101 me, Spike," she warned huskily. She caught me off guard, grabbing my shoulders then and throwing herself backwards and away, laying across the big front seat of the car and pulling me down with her. On top of her. Exactly where I had hoped to be for about forever.
"Do you know what you're doing?" she challenged me.
"Bloody right," I assured her, crushing my mouth onto hers, trying to suck the new life right out of her with my kiss. She gasped beneath me, trying to get her legs around me, trying at the same time to get her jeans and panties off. I relinquished her lips for just the amount of time it took to accomplish that, and then kissed her briefly once more, before turning back to the hard, aching nipples I had been pulled away from. She was reaching down again, grasping the cold steel of me that lay between us, arching her hips up to capture me in her hot, wet self. She pushed, and I pushed harder, and she inhaled sharply at my invasion of her body. I went back up then, abandoning the breasts for the face. I wanted to see her, wanted to see how she needed me and wanted me right at that moment. We were slammed against each other and I ground my hips into her, reveling in the intake of breath, the roll of her eyes in pleasure.
"More?" I whispered to her mouth, licking her lips lightly.
She closed her eyes and her hands dug painfully into the flesh at my hips.
"More," she breathed. "More, hard."
I didn't need any more urging than that. I pounded myself into her desperately and she met me, hard thrust for hard thrust. I buried my face in her neck and chewed on the precious flesh there, careful not to break the skin. This pushed her over the edge, and somewhere, as I emptied myself into her in absolute exhilaration, I thought I heard her say my name.
We lay there quietly then, coming down from the huge rush, she was all warmed up by now. I reached over and shut off the car's heater, planting a soft kiss on her chest as I lay my head back down on her. My Slayer.
Her hand teased the mussed ends of my hair. " What do we do now, Spike?" she asked thoughtfully. "Are you staying or going?"
"I want to stay, Pet. That's why I always come back. If you want me to go, I'll go. Won't like it any, but I will."
She leaned up on her elbows then, looking me in the eyes, and I was almost lost. Almost tried to take her again right then and there. But she was being serious.
"I want you to stay and prove that I can trust you," she told me simply.
"I'll never go, not anywhere, not without you, Love." I promised. "You'll have to dust me to get me away from you now."
She smiled the tiniest bit. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that." She started to move beneath me, and I could tell she was leaving me now and heading back home. All well and good for her, but it was broad daylight now, and I was stuck there.
"So, you're just going to leave me here? Captive in my own car?"
"Would keep you out of trouble for a while," she replied. But then she relented. "I'll run back to your crypt and get your blanket," she offered, climbing out from beneath me, depriving me of her welcome warmth. "Wait here," she suggested, getting out of the car and heading for the crypt.
Well, I would wait there. Or anywhere. Forever, if that was what it would take.
I would prove myself to her, and I would never leave her again.
Love's bitch; that's me.
By Annie
Rated: R Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em.
Feedback: crehnert@ptd.net
Fulfilled
Damned if I didn't go right out the door after her. Love's bitch, that's me all over.
Of course, I was soaked again in a few seconds, as the storm seemed not to have abated the least little bit. I could barely see her, what with all the water falling out of the sky. I knew the path she would take out of the cemetery to get back home, so I just went that way. I didn't even waste my time calling out for her, as she wouldn't have been able to hear me anyway. She was almost at the huge, decrepit gates when I finally caught sight of her.
"So, what? That's it now?" I shouted after her, stopping her in her wet tracks. "I rip my guts out and play show and tell for you, but you give me nothing in return?"
She turned around, the hair plastered to the sides of her face again. "I have nothing to give," she told me flatly, quietly, so that I had to strain and get closer to hear her. I have to admit, I was worried about that stake I knew she had, but she wasn't getting away from me just then without a fight. Headaches be damned. Like me.
"You have everything," I assured her. "You bloody well have everything of mine," I told her, pounding my chest twice for emphasis, as if I could start the old unbeating heart inside, make new life. "You came back to life, Slayer, now it's time to grow up."
I didn't say it nicely but I was about at the end of my fraying rope. And it was time; time to stop feeling sorry for herself; time to accept the destiny she always seemed just resigned to, time to be the woman I knew she was capable of being.
She laughed at me then. Very few people have ever done something like that; the only one who ever did and lived was Angelus.
"You're telling me to grow up?!" she repeated. "Nice, coming from a 120- something year old who has to lie about why he was hanging out by my house tonight. Obsess much, Spike?"
"Yea, fine, but I do come clean eventually, don't I? You just keep on covering. Cover up the fact that you are feeling inadequate and alone. Cover up the fact that you feel something between us that isn't revulsion. Do you think I want to stay around here, be the whipping boy for the Slayer? Can't even fight back properly, but you sure as all bloody hell liked it when I fought demons with you!"
I thought she might have been crying, but her face was really too wet to tell. She wasn't happy with my little character evaluation, it seemed.
"I'm not covering anything, you English twit!" she shouted at me. "I'm tired of being the only one who can do anything about anything! Can't you see? I'm tired of having the one person I can count on being a vampire, which is what I'm supposed to kill! Can't you see that either? I'm especially tired of loving men who leave me, God dammit! I'm the Slayer but I am still a human being! Grow up? Grow up? How about someone else growing up for a change? How about a town full of purposely blinded people who know these demons are here and pretend they're not, how about if they come out and fucking help me once! How about if you stop strutting around pretending you're all bad when we all know you can't hurt a fly? I'm tired! I'm just.tired..!"
I thought she was going to collapse on the ground then, and I leaned in toward her, reaching out to catch her, and she was suddenly in my arms, sobbing in frustration. I knew it was bound to happen, and I was more than willing to stand there until the sun came out and fried me if that was what she wanted. But it was a different sensation, feeling her in my arms, pliant and wanting comfort. We were still getting deluged upon, but my senses were suddenly drowning in another way entirely. She started to say something and I shushed her.
"Don't make a sound," I whispered into her ear, pulling her in close. The rain poured down but I couldn't hear it anymore. My senses were filled with other things; the beat of her alive heart in her warm body, the rush of the hot blood in her veins, the sound of the sweet breath in her lungs. It had been forever since I had felt anything so hot and alive, so life- giving and exciting. All the outside sounds disappeared and I listened with all my senses to the life of her, to the living being I loved and wanted so much. All the world as I ever knew it was gone in a split second, in the beat of a heart, her heart, in the pulse of a stream of red blood, her blood rushing through the warm body I was holding against me. Please let me be the one, I thought to myself.
We stood there a long time until I finally decided she probably would get seriously sick if she didn't get warm and dry soon. I was reluctant to move so much as a muscle, but I knew we had to get inside. As I thought about it, I realized the DeSoto was closer than the crypt, and the car at least had heat. The keys were always in it, no problem with that, so I took a step in that direction, urging my Slayer along with me. She wasn't crying nearly as hard as she had been, and she seemed willing to go along.
The DeSoto was always parked behind a big crumbling crypt in one corner of the cemetery. No one ever seemed to bother with it, but then, this is Sunnydale, and the problem would be demons before it would be juvenile delinquents. Demons don't have much use for cars. Not as classy as the Big Bad, I guess. I helped her in on the driver's side and edged her over just enough so I could get in beside her. She wasn't crying anymore, my strong demon-slayer, but she did look about exhausted. I took the keys out of the ashtray, blew the cigarette remains off them and started the engine, blasting the heat. I put my arms around her and pulled her close, resting her head on my chest. She was shivering, and I regretted the only heat she would get would be from the car. The rain was starting to slack off a bit, too, and I wondered how long it was until sunrise.
"Spike," she started to say, and I told her to be quiet once more. "Rest a bit, Pet, and we'll talk about it later. I know you're mad at me, I'm mad at me, too. We can beat me up later."
I reached my hand up to stroke her wet hair soothingly. I could feel her start to cringe away from me, but then she seemed to relent, and rested on me heavily. We sat that way, the two of us, wet through. She was probably as cold as I usually was, but the heater in the car works well, and soon she was comfortable and getting warm. I could sense her drifting off to sleep, and I laid my head back, closing my eyes, listening to her precious breathing and just hearing the thump of her heart in her chest. I tried not to let my mind wander any further, but in the warm dark of the car, I didn't have much control. To have her in such close quarters with me was an excruciating test of my self-control, but if I was ever to have any of her trust, I would have to prove myself. I could feel the desire roiling in my insides and I forced myself to immobility, lest my hands should wander where they weren't supposed to go. In her sleep, one of her hands had fallen into my lap, and I almost couldn't stand it, and certainly couldn't stop the hardness that grew there, purely out of my control.
Well, this wouldn't do. I had to get her hand out of there. It had been a while, and I thought she was deeply asleep by now, so I reached down, hoping to move her hand just a bit. But she's the Slayer, so of course as soon as I touched her she was awake.
"What the hell are you doing, Spike?" she mumbled, jerking awake, the movement making her shiver again, so that she instinctively burrowed in closer to me, obviously forgetting for the moment who was sharing the car with her.
"Nothing. Just getting comfortable, Luv. It sounded like you were going to sleep for a long time."
"The rain stopped," she remarked. "I can go home."
"No, you can't. Not until you hear me out." I replied.
"I have heard you, Spike, I've heard you for years and everything you say comes from an empty heart."
I tightened my arm around her, anticipating that she might try to sit up again. "Not true. I haven't always spoken the truth, but everything I told you tonight is exactly the way it is. You can trust me, Slayer. You can believe that, if you let me stay, I will never let you down again. I'll never let you die. I'll never leave you."
"I did die. And you did leave." She pointed out softly.
I turned in my seat then, grabbing her face in my two hands. "Right. Because you were dead. But you're alive now, and that's why I came back. I ran into Giles, and then I found out you were here. I knew you would be upset with me, after I broke my promise, but give me a bit of credit for coming back to face the bloody music. If you ever die again, I promise I'll die too. And I'll keep this promise. If you let me stay."
I was willing her to see the earnestness in my eyes, to feel the love I knew was there even if she denied it.
Her hands came up to hold my wrists then, and I thought she would wrench my hands away from her face, but she only held on. "I can't trust you, can I?"
I leaned in then, slowly, and kissed her forehead softly. "You can," I whispered. "I'll prove it if you let me stay."
"Maybe," she murmured quietly, shivering slightly, whether from the touch of my lips or the coolness of them I couldn't tell. I hoped it was the former.
"Yes," I whispered again, moving my lips from her forehead to her eyelids, just brushing them lightly. She didn't move an inch, and if my heart could beat it would have leaped in my chest just then. Her eyes were closed, and I thought she was just trying to hold onto the sleep, that nice, downy safe feeling of being asleep and warm and with someone. I couldn't stop myself from grazing her lips with mine, ever so slightly, just to get a taste of her.
Her heart skipped a beat; I heard it, what with the silence in the car and the stopping of time and all just then. Her hands tightened their grip on my wrists, but still she didn't pull away. I froze then, just the briefest second, waiting, for a slap or a push, but there was nothing. She was frozen in time as well, like she was waiting. Waiting for me. So I kissed her again, tentatively, softly, and her heart started to pound in her chest. She wanted this. She wanted me.
I whispered her name against her lips softly and then lost a bit of control, as I started kissing her hungrily. She seemed to hesitate just a second, but then she responded, kissing me back needfully. I listened with all my senses to the body next to me, the rush of blood, the pounding of the heart and the resultant heat building in waves to engulf me. She wanted me. Or needed me, it didn't matter which at the moment, as any common sense I should have felt had flown right out the car window into the approaching dawn. She released her grip on one of my wrists as my hand slid down the side of her face to caress her throat, delving even further to run my fingers just inside the V of her almost-dry shirt. The swell of her breast there all but drove me crazy, and I pulled away from her mouth to brush my lips down her throat, tracing the path my fingers had taken. She moaned and gripped the back of my head, guiding it down to her breasts. I ripped the shirt open, bugger it, I'd buy her a new one, and licked all around a luscious nipple softly, teasingly. Her hands were traveling on their own I think, they made their way down across my chest, pausing to brush my own nipples roughly, making me take one of hers into my mouth. Her hands found my cock, which was as hard as I had ever felt it, and I heard the soft moan in her throat when she touched it, realized it was all for her. She fumbled hastily with my pants to set it free, and I thought I would disintegrate when her hot hands touched my cool, hard flesh. She had her hand around it firmly, moving up and down, making a perfect rhythm with my teasing and sucking of her nipples.
She pulled my head up away from her breasts with her other hand, kissing me almost frantically now, still holding onto me punishingly, and I knew she would push me over the edge soon if I didn't slow her down. I could sense the urgency in her, but not pure sexual need like I would have thought at first. It came to me in a hot flash of insight; she just wanted to feel alive. She was so angry that I wasn't here when she came back, that there was nothing here to make her feel truly alive. Bloody ironic, to want to feel alive with a dead man.
I pulled away from her mouth reluctantly, reaching down to stop her before I came all over her hand.
"Do you know what you're doing, Slayer?" I asked her, the desire in me making it difficult to speak just then.
"Don't Psych 101 me, Spike," she warned huskily. She caught me off guard, grabbing my shoulders then and throwing herself backwards and away, laying across the big front seat of the car and pulling me down with her. On top of her. Exactly where I had hoped to be for about forever.
"Do you know what you're doing?" she challenged me.
"Bloody right," I assured her, crushing my mouth onto hers, trying to suck the new life right out of her with my kiss. She gasped beneath me, trying to get her legs around me, trying at the same time to get her jeans and panties off. I relinquished her lips for just the amount of time it took to accomplish that, and then kissed her briefly once more, before turning back to the hard, aching nipples I had been pulled away from. She was reaching down again, grasping the cold steel of me that lay between us, arching her hips up to capture me in her hot, wet self. She pushed, and I pushed harder, and she inhaled sharply at my invasion of her body. I went back up then, abandoning the breasts for the face. I wanted to see her, wanted to see how she needed me and wanted me right at that moment. We were slammed against each other and I ground my hips into her, reveling in the intake of breath, the roll of her eyes in pleasure.
"More?" I whispered to her mouth, licking her lips lightly.
She closed her eyes and her hands dug painfully into the flesh at my hips.
"More," she breathed. "More, hard."
I didn't need any more urging than that. I pounded myself into her desperately and she met me, hard thrust for hard thrust. I buried my face in her neck and chewed on the precious flesh there, careful not to break the skin. This pushed her over the edge, and somewhere, as I emptied myself into her in absolute exhilaration, I thought I heard her say my name.
We lay there quietly then, coming down from the huge rush, she was all warmed up by now. I reached over and shut off the car's heater, planting a soft kiss on her chest as I lay my head back down on her. My Slayer.
Her hand teased the mussed ends of my hair. " What do we do now, Spike?" she asked thoughtfully. "Are you staying or going?"
"I want to stay, Pet. That's why I always come back. If you want me to go, I'll go. Won't like it any, but I will."
She leaned up on her elbows then, looking me in the eyes, and I was almost lost. Almost tried to take her again right then and there. But she was being serious.
"I want you to stay and prove that I can trust you," she told me simply.
"I'll never go, not anywhere, not without you, Love." I promised. "You'll have to dust me to get me away from you now."
She smiled the tiniest bit. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that." She started to move beneath me, and I could tell she was leaving me now and heading back home. All well and good for her, but it was broad daylight now, and I was stuck there.
"So, you're just going to leave me here? Captive in my own car?"
"Would keep you out of trouble for a while," she replied. But then she relented. "I'll run back to your crypt and get your blanket," she offered, climbing out from beneath me, depriving me of her welcome warmth. "Wait here," she suggested, getting out of the car and heading for the crypt.
Well, I would wait there. Or anywhere. Forever, if that was what it would take.
I would prove myself to her, and I would never leave her again.
Love's bitch; that's me.