A/N: Lemmie say this now. Buffy will be here. No, Buffy will not get
with Spike. this is not a spuffy story. I love Spuffy Stories, I do. I love
them as a pairing. This story though, is directed towards someone who fits
Spike better at this point in time. Keep reading if you want, but it isn't
Spuffy.
I felt color drain from my face. I knew how I looked, like I had just seen a ghost. A flood of memories, half spoken phrases of endearment rushed through my ears, my eyes darted around, I knew where I was going. It was time for one more trip down memory lane. I prayed silently that Spike may be able to help me out of my past, and into some kind of future. My eyes welled with tears. "Yes." I nodded for a few moments, only agreeing that I was in a pain that I was sure no one should suffer. Spike sat down on the bed, and beckoned for me to do likewise. I felt my brain call for me to hesitate, or even resist, but his open arms called to my broken heart, overriding all sense.
"What was his name?" A soft and soothing empathy flooded his voice. He rubbed my arm gently, attempting to soothe me. Spike never mentioned anything about the pain in his past that morning, but I could see in his eyes, he was sharing. He wanted my pain to go away, hoping that it would make his go as well.
"His name was Jacob, he was my fiancee." I leaned heavily on Spike. Just saying his name, remembering all the promises he made, and broke, drained me of all I possessed. Spike understood, I realized that he felt my pain, in a more palpable way. My body shook with anger as Spike continued to help relieve my pain.
"What did he do?" His arms circled around me. Angry tears flooded my face, streaking my makeup, I didn't care.
"He slept with my best friend." I kept crying, and felt my eyes swell. Spike's arms kept me close, as I sobbed for an unknown amount of time. I looked into his eyes, and two gleaming sapphires greeted me. My eyes fluttered as I leaned towards Spike. Our lips met. At first the kiss was soft and chaste, but the passion behind it built. It seemed real, all of it, the attraction, the romance, the quickly built relationship between us. He was saving me, but I could feel hesitation in the kiss. Spike began to pull away, but I couldn't let go of the one good thing I had. I reached back for him, toying with the buttons on his shirt, I pulled his shirt off, ripping a few buttons from his shirt. I let my hand wander across his white bare chest. Spike had fought off any hesitation now, and was working off my black tank top, and throwing it to the couch. A soft knock interrupted Spike and I.
"Bullocks." He rose from the bed searching for his shirt, but decided to just answer the door without one. He unlatched the door. "Yeah?"
"Sorry to bother you so early, Sir, but our friend is missing. We were wondering if you had seen her. Her name is Eliza, she's around five seven, wears her hair in a bun. . . ." I ran for my shirt and pulled it on. I didn't think it had gotten so late. I pushed my now loose hair behind my ear.
"Hey-y Ducks!" I ran to the door."Someone here for ya luv." I nodded looking at the time. It was eight. The time had passed so quickly. I looked out to the shaded corridor. I smiled at Manny and Beth.
"Hey." I said nonchalant. Manny and Beth gawked at me. I stepped outside of Spike's door, only to be yanked back in by my arm. Spike pulled me into a tender kiss.
"Come back and visit, okay?" He whispered. I nodded exiting once again. I stared at my friends, with moony eyes. The door had barely been shut when they began to prod for answers.
"What was up with that!?" Manny stopped me, looking totally serious. "Is he some kind of gigolo? that isn't the way to solve your problems, Liza. I don't think you should be rushing into anything too fast--" Beth was too excited to hold it in.
"Oh MY GOSH! Don't tell me you slept with him! I mean -- like-- wow! He's totally hot, what's his name? Does he have a roommate? Does he have two? Oh, Liza, you HAVE to share! Spill Spill!" Beth coached. I yawned. "Nothing happened. We met, we talked, whatever." I attempted to shrug off everything I had felt in the short time I had met Spike. Still he knew. Deep inside he felt the same as me. He had the same pain coursing through his blood like me. I yawned again.
Beth pointed at my tank top. "Little-Miss-Nothing-Happened," she paused to flick my shirt. "You're tank top is on backwards." Manny giggled. I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Let's go! Time to shop! There are millions of shoes I haven't tried on yet, and they're all calling my name." She pretended to hear the shoes, and leaned over the balcony. "I'm coming shoes, I'm coming!" I laughed, and Manny pulled her back.
"You guys go, and have fun, but I still haven't slept tonight. I really need to. Go and rest-- you go to the shoes. I go to the shower."
Manny waved her nose playfully. "And not a moment too soon." I pushed her mockingly and opened the hotel room door with my key, and entered a day full of relaxation.
I felt color drain from my face. I knew how I looked, like I had just seen a ghost. A flood of memories, half spoken phrases of endearment rushed through my ears, my eyes darted around, I knew where I was going. It was time for one more trip down memory lane. I prayed silently that Spike may be able to help me out of my past, and into some kind of future. My eyes welled with tears. "Yes." I nodded for a few moments, only agreeing that I was in a pain that I was sure no one should suffer. Spike sat down on the bed, and beckoned for me to do likewise. I felt my brain call for me to hesitate, or even resist, but his open arms called to my broken heart, overriding all sense.
"What was his name?" A soft and soothing empathy flooded his voice. He rubbed my arm gently, attempting to soothe me. Spike never mentioned anything about the pain in his past that morning, but I could see in his eyes, he was sharing. He wanted my pain to go away, hoping that it would make his go as well.
"His name was Jacob, he was my fiancee." I leaned heavily on Spike. Just saying his name, remembering all the promises he made, and broke, drained me of all I possessed. Spike understood, I realized that he felt my pain, in a more palpable way. My body shook with anger as Spike continued to help relieve my pain.
"What did he do?" His arms circled around me. Angry tears flooded my face, streaking my makeup, I didn't care.
"He slept with my best friend." I kept crying, and felt my eyes swell. Spike's arms kept me close, as I sobbed for an unknown amount of time. I looked into his eyes, and two gleaming sapphires greeted me. My eyes fluttered as I leaned towards Spike. Our lips met. At first the kiss was soft and chaste, but the passion behind it built. It seemed real, all of it, the attraction, the romance, the quickly built relationship between us. He was saving me, but I could feel hesitation in the kiss. Spike began to pull away, but I couldn't let go of the one good thing I had. I reached back for him, toying with the buttons on his shirt, I pulled his shirt off, ripping a few buttons from his shirt. I let my hand wander across his white bare chest. Spike had fought off any hesitation now, and was working off my black tank top, and throwing it to the couch. A soft knock interrupted Spike and I.
"Bullocks." He rose from the bed searching for his shirt, but decided to just answer the door without one. He unlatched the door. "Yeah?"
"Sorry to bother you so early, Sir, but our friend is missing. We were wondering if you had seen her. Her name is Eliza, she's around five seven, wears her hair in a bun. . . ." I ran for my shirt and pulled it on. I didn't think it had gotten so late. I pushed my now loose hair behind my ear.
"Hey-y Ducks!" I ran to the door."Someone here for ya luv." I nodded looking at the time. It was eight. The time had passed so quickly. I looked out to the shaded corridor. I smiled at Manny and Beth.
"Hey." I said nonchalant. Manny and Beth gawked at me. I stepped outside of Spike's door, only to be yanked back in by my arm. Spike pulled me into a tender kiss.
"Come back and visit, okay?" He whispered. I nodded exiting once again. I stared at my friends, with moony eyes. The door had barely been shut when they began to prod for answers.
"What was up with that!?" Manny stopped me, looking totally serious. "Is he some kind of gigolo? that isn't the way to solve your problems, Liza. I don't think you should be rushing into anything too fast--" Beth was too excited to hold it in.
"Oh MY GOSH! Don't tell me you slept with him! I mean -- like-- wow! He's totally hot, what's his name? Does he have a roommate? Does he have two? Oh, Liza, you HAVE to share! Spill Spill!" Beth coached. I yawned. "Nothing happened. We met, we talked, whatever." I attempted to shrug off everything I had felt in the short time I had met Spike. Still he knew. Deep inside he felt the same as me. He had the same pain coursing through his blood like me. I yawned again.
Beth pointed at my tank top. "Little-Miss-Nothing-Happened," she paused to flick my shirt. "You're tank top is on backwards." Manny giggled. I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Let's go! Time to shop! There are millions of shoes I haven't tried on yet, and they're all calling my name." She pretended to hear the shoes, and leaned over the balcony. "I'm coming shoes, I'm coming!" I laughed, and Manny pulled her back.
"You guys go, and have fun, but I still haven't slept tonight. I really need to. Go and rest-- you go to the shoes. I go to the shower."
Manny waved her nose playfully. "And not a moment too soon." I pushed her mockingly and opened the hotel room door with my key, and entered a day full of relaxation.
