Summary: Buffy is using William for her own comfort
Rating: 15
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top? glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: all characters belong to joss...."will you still love me
tomorrow" by Carole King
Timeframe: A/U Fantasy...about a week after Lie With Me
Beta: Emi
*Tonight you're mine completely*
For the past week, almost every night they'd slept side by side.
Every night when darkness falls, she takes him in her arms, silencing the pain
her head, desperate for the comfort he brings her…and he is powerless against
it.
*You give your love so sweetly*
They don't mention it in daylight; it's their secret to the dark.
Silence is their plague. They've lost the knack for communication.
So they let their bodies do it for them
*Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?*
They barely talk in daylight hours, not that they do at night either.
They don't need to talk. It's the essence of touch.
It binds them and it separates them, lost in a limbo of body and soul.
He's getting what he always wanted.
She's getting what she needs.
Or are they just falling apart?
*Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?*
Every night it's a little better, every night it's a little worse. They are a
mass of contradictions, falling deeper into each other's arms.
It's dark and cold in their mysterious world; no sentiment, just feeling.
The brush of skin on the skin. Every inch of their bodies entwined in misery.
It's the art of falling apart, baby.
*Can I beleive the magic of your sighs
Will you still love me tomorrow?*
And he wants to believe she loves him. But he knows he's the security blanket,
he's the bar of chocolate, the bottle of vodka, the packet of smokes, the bottle
of Prozac.
He's every little thing that keeps her going, and she's every little thing
that's tearing him apart.
And she doesn't care.
*Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one*
Not about the way he feels, just about the way he makes her feel.
And he doesn't care; he just wants to look after her. He lets her do what she
does, because she needs it, because he feels her pain.
*But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?*
Tonight it goes a little deeper, cuts a little keener.
As she slips on top of him, she looks at him with something like love.
But the sex. It's not about love; it's about aggression, fear, loathing, need.
Passion in its primal forms.
The feelings which aren't for each other, the feelings which only express their
contempt for themselves.
But maybe it is all about love, their tenderness for each other, their desire.
*I'd like to know that your love
Is one I can be sure of*
She knows he'll always be there for her, waiting round the corner, on the end of
the telephone.
He knows she needs him.
He just wishes he knew. What will happen when it's all over?
*So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow*
Will she still be there, when she doesn't need him anymore?
Will she even come around?
*Will you still love me tomorrow*
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Rating: 15
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top? glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: all characters belong to joss...."will you still love me
tomorrow" by Carole King
Timeframe: A/U Fantasy...about a week after Lie With Me
Beta: Emi
*Tonight you're mine completely*
For the past week, almost every night they'd slept side by side.
Every night when darkness falls, she takes him in her arms, silencing the pain
her head, desperate for the comfort he brings her…and he is powerless against
it.
*You give your love so sweetly*
They don't mention it in daylight; it's their secret to the dark.
Silence is their plague. They've lost the knack for communication.
So they let their bodies do it for them
*Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?*
They barely talk in daylight hours, not that they do at night either.
They don't need to talk. It's the essence of touch.
It binds them and it separates them, lost in a limbo of body and soul.
He's getting what he always wanted.
She's getting what she needs.
Or are they just falling apart?
*Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?*
Every night it's a little better, every night it's a little worse. They are a
mass of contradictions, falling deeper into each other's arms.
It's dark and cold in their mysterious world; no sentiment, just feeling.
The brush of skin on the skin. Every inch of their bodies entwined in misery.
It's the art of falling apart, baby.
*Can I beleive the magic of your sighs
Will you still love me tomorrow?*
And he wants to believe she loves him. But he knows he's the security blanket,
he's the bar of chocolate, the bottle of vodka, the packet of smokes, the bottle
of Prozac.
He's every little thing that keeps her going, and she's every little thing
that's tearing him apart.
And she doesn't care.
*Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one*
Not about the way he feels, just about the way he makes her feel.
And he doesn't care; he just wants to look after her. He lets her do what she
does, because she needs it, because he feels her pain.
*But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?*
Tonight it goes a little deeper, cuts a little keener.
As she slips on top of him, she looks at him with something like love.
But the sex. It's not about love; it's about aggression, fear, loathing, need.
Passion in its primal forms.
The feelings which aren't for each other, the feelings which only express their
contempt for themselves.
But maybe it is all about love, their tenderness for each other, their desire.
*I'd like to know that your love
Is one I can be sure of*
She knows he'll always be there for her, waiting round the corner, on the end of
the telephone.
He knows she needs him.
He just wishes he knew. What will happen when it's all over?
*So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow*
Will she still be there, when she doesn't need him anymore?
Will she even come around?
*Will you still love me tomorrow*
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