Do You Feel It?
Disclaimer; Rating; Summary; Spoilers: Post Wrecked, Rated PG-13, I don't own any of
'em. Spike has some time to think.
A/N: Just a short one-shot that's been nagging at my brain for a while. Semi-poetic, but it doesn't really have any prose or meter to it, so I'm making it a ficlet. Spike's POV.
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"Do you feel it?"
I watch as she starts to get up out of the bed and walk away from me. Always running away.
"Feel what?"
The tremble at a touch of hand, the shiver running down the spine from a kiss. . .
"Do you?"
She looks at me like I'm insane. I probably am.
"Again, feel wha-- Why am I having this conversation with you?"
"Do you feel--" No need to get all lovey-dovey on her, that'll just make her run faster. She's not as tough as she looks.
But I want to know. I want to know if she feels my hear pounding even though it's dead. I want to know if her breath catches just from hearing my name. I want to know why she shies away from me even when she's in the throws of ecstasy. I want to know if for her it even IS ecstasy just not the kind that's a drug. Something detached, though completely addicted to. Something to be ashamed of. . . No. That's not what I want to hear, but it's what I NEED to know. I need to know if she feels it.
She's slipping her clothes back on and making her way to the stairs.
"Do you feel it?"
She stops. She turns around and looks at me, the pain reflecting from her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she says.
'Cuz if you don't feel it, it's not worth it.
~The End~
Disclaimer; Rating; Summary; Spoilers: Post Wrecked, Rated PG-13, I don't own any of
'em. Spike has some time to think.
A/N: Just a short one-shot that's been nagging at my brain for a while. Semi-poetic, but it doesn't really have any prose or meter to it, so I'm making it a ficlet. Spike's POV.
..........................................................................................................................................
"Do you feel it?"
I watch as she starts to get up out of the bed and walk away from me. Always running away.
"Feel what?"
The tremble at a touch of hand, the shiver running down the spine from a kiss. . .
"Do you?"
She looks at me like I'm insane. I probably am.
"Again, feel wha-- Why am I having this conversation with you?"
"Do you feel--" No need to get all lovey-dovey on her, that'll just make her run faster. She's not as tough as she looks.
But I want to know. I want to know if she feels my hear pounding even though it's dead. I want to know if her breath catches just from hearing my name. I want to know why she shies away from me even when she's in the throws of ecstasy. I want to know if for her it even IS ecstasy just not the kind that's a drug. Something detached, though completely addicted to. Something to be ashamed of. . . No. That's not what I want to hear, but it's what I NEED to know. I need to know if she feels it.
She's slipping her clothes back on and making her way to the stairs.
"Do you feel it?"
She stops. She turns around and looks at me, the pain reflecting from her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she says.
'Cuz if you don't feel it, it's not worth it.
~The End~
