Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and believe me, I really need happy right now ;-)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Buffy and Spike, sitting on a... porch.
Author's note, Part One: First of all, again sorry for the lack of updates. I'm supposed to be preparing for my logic exam right now, which I will be taking on Friday, so... But after Friday, I hopefully have holidays, which should mean updates, actually regularly. Yay! So look forward to the first or second of August.
Author's note, Part Two: Happy news!!! I've been nominated for Best Slash at the Shattered Frames Awards. Thanks to whoever nominated me! I'm so happy :-)
I somehow can't get the link to the site show up here, so is you want to go there go to the 'about me' site on fanfiction.net. Hopefully it will show there. Does anybody of you know why the link won't show up?
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"Everything's so weird," Buffy said with a sigh, sounding to Spike as if she had finally discovered the secret of the universe. Out if the corner of his eyes he caught her looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"Uh huh." He went for non-committal.
"I mean, they're just standing there. Watching us. I feel like a - an animal! That's it! I feel like an animal in a zoo."
He couldn't help it - he had to grin. It wasn't his usual, 'I used to be evil' smirk, though - it was far more affectionate than he would probably have acknowledged. She had been chatting to him like this ever since they had gone outside to keep watch, which had been over an hour ago. They were sitting on the back porch, with the Bringers hovering in the dark only a few feet away from them. After a couple of minutes of just sitting next to him, Buffy had taked his hand. That was new. He had just been enjoying the sensation of that intimate touch when she started to talk. About the Bringers, the siege... work stuff, one might call it. He knew what she really wanted to talk about, and he knew she wanted him to start the conversation. He was enjoying this - she was getting more and more impatient every minute. He, however, was patience personified. Reincarnated. Whatever. "Is that right?"
Another sigh. "Come on, Spike, don't -" He noticed her bite her lip in frustration. He almost had her. It had started as a silly little game; well it probably still was, but it had also become more - it was about who had the power, who was in contro - hey, that wasn't fair. So far, there had just been conversation, beating about the bush. Now there was pouting. And Buffy's pout was - let's face it - adorable. Irrestistible even. Almost, he had to remind himself. He had to concentrate. She wouldn't - now she turned to him with a playful smile he knew she had just put on to make him... Oh. Now she was placing quick, tender kisses on his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip... he knew she had won. She knew he knew she had one. He knew she knew he knew... anyway, they both knew. "Come one, Spike... don't you think it's weird?"
With an exasperated sigh, Spike gave in. He pushed her gently away. "Okay, Slayer, tell me. What do want to know?"
"Nothing," she replied with a far too innocent expression.
He only raised an eyebrow, causing her to giggle slightly. Then she caught his eyes, and they just looked at each other for a moment. Again he told himself to concentrate. There was something in his throat that felt suspiciously like a lump and no way... Spike had often been amazed at how Harris and his girl or the witches had managed, how they had found time for... love in all this chaos. Hell, not only them, Captain Cardboard and the Slay- Buffy as well. He never really would have thought it possible to find the time for - couple-like bantering while being closely watched by the harbingers of the first evil. And yet, here he was...
"Spike?" He was almost startled at the sound of her voice, so lost he had gotton in his trail of thought. Probably was because he had been talking to Peaches far too long today... all the brooding must have been rubbing off... he chuckled at that thought.
"Sorry, luv," he replied. "Just thinking of something."
Buffy smiled and then looked down, inspecting her hand that was entwined with his. "Isn't it weird?" She paused for a moment, but when she heard him inhaling sharply, as if impatient, she quickly continued. "I don't actually mean the Bringers, although they're weird, too. I mean - Angel being here and everything..." she trailed off. Spike noticed a trace of insecurity in her voice, as well as - worry. For him.
"I'm okay with it," he told her.
"Are you?" She looked up, questioningly. He nodded.
"Are you?" he asked her back.
She hesitated. "Yes, I guess. I mean it's odd - weird - but not in a bad way. It's a bit confusing, you know?" she confessed.
"It is." He started to caress her hand reasurringly with his thumb. "But as you say, not in a bad way."
They just sat there in silence, Spike still caressing her. After a while, she put her head on his shoulder. Again he had to concentrate. He let go of her hand, only to put his arm around her and pulling her even closer to him. With his free hand, he took hers again. He buried his head in her hair, placing soft kisses on her head.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally spoke up again. "I talked to Faith."
"Oh." Both their voices were low, but not because of the Bringers. "So?"
"We - we talked about stuff."
"About 'stuff'?" He couldn't help smiling, and he knew she couldn't either.
"Yeah, basically about me being sorry about being all superior and stuff and -" she paused for a moment, then she went on. "And we decided we would both give up our power."
"Oh." It took him a moment to actually grasp the enormity of that decision. "You mean-"
"Yeah, one of the potentials is going to get a go. If we have any say in this, that is."
Suddenly Spike remembered the talk he had had with Tara that day. "About that..."
"What?" Buffy lifted her head to look at him again. He instantly missed the contact.
"Um, I had a conversation with Ta- Glinda today, and she said that you probably don't. Have any say in it, that is."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "You're saying?"
"I'm saying that according to the watcher's books or whoever they belong to, I don't care, well, there seems to be no part in the spell where there is any decision. Or that's what the witch told me."
"Do you ever call somebody by their real name?" Buffy couldn't hide her amusement, although she clearly was a bit annoyed.
He almost answered, 'That's what the witch asked me', but he stopped himself in time and merely grinned in reply.
"And you couldn't have told me that vital piece of information before Faith and I had that conversation?" Again she sounded both amused and annoyed.
"You know the two of you had to have that talk, pet. Not just because of the spell."
For a moment it seemed as if she wanted to disagree, but she obviously decided not to. "You're right." With a small grateful smile at him she put her head back on his shoulder. This time he started to play with her hair a little, running his hand through it, caressing her. She sighed, contently this time.
Again they sat there in silence for a long time. Spike actually once thought she had fallen asleep and had pondered whether and how to make it more comfortable for her. But before he could do anything, Buffy had suddenly started to caress him - his hand. It wasn't much - just her thumb running over his skin; but it was the most erotic sensation Spike had ever experienced. He could feel her smile.
Spike finally allowed himself to feel the lump in his throat that had been there for a considerate amount of time now. He was amazed at how that day had turned out - waking up with Buffy in his arms, then confronting Angel about it and actually being able to tell the tale - and now this. Buffy had chosen him over Angel a couple of times that day, something he secretely would never have believed possible. But then, there probably were people who never would have believed vampires were possible either. Or vampires with a soul. Two souled vampires, both sitting outside the same house, keeping watch with two Slayers. The world was a strange place. He bet Angel was having less fun than was, though. At least he hoped so, for all of them; perfect happiness was never a good thing for his grandsire.
"This is weird as well." She sounded as amazed at their - situation as he felt.
"But in a good way, love?"
"In a good way." Buffy hesitated for a moment, then she added, "Love."
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Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and believe me, I really need happy right now ;-)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Buffy and Spike, sitting on a... porch.
Author's note, Part One: First of all, again sorry for the lack of updates. I'm supposed to be preparing for my logic exam right now, which I will be taking on Friday, so... But after Friday, I hopefully have holidays, which should mean updates, actually regularly. Yay! So look forward to the first or second of August.
Author's note, Part Two: Happy news!!! I've been nominated for Best Slash at the Shattered Frames Awards. Thanks to whoever nominated me! I'm so happy :-)
I somehow can't get the link to the site show up here, so is you want to go there go to the 'about me' site on fanfiction.net. Hopefully it will show there. Does anybody of you know why the link won't show up?
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"Everything's so weird," Buffy said with a sigh, sounding to Spike as if she had finally discovered the secret of the universe. Out if the corner of his eyes he caught her looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"Uh huh." He went for non-committal.
"I mean, they're just standing there. Watching us. I feel like a - an animal! That's it! I feel like an animal in a zoo."
He couldn't help it - he had to grin. It wasn't his usual, 'I used to be evil' smirk, though - it was far more affectionate than he would probably have acknowledged. She had been chatting to him like this ever since they had gone outside to keep watch, which had been over an hour ago. They were sitting on the back porch, with the Bringers hovering in the dark only a few feet away from them. After a couple of minutes of just sitting next to him, Buffy had taked his hand. That was new. He had just been enjoying the sensation of that intimate touch when she started to talk. About the Bringers, the siege... work stuff, one might call it. He knew what she really wanted to talk about, and he knew she wanted him to start the conversation. He was enjoying this - she was getting more and more impatient every minute. He, however, was patience personified. Reincarnated. Whatever. "Is that right?"
Another sigh. "Come on, Spike, don't -" He noticed her bite her lip in frustration. He almost had her. It had started as a silly little game; well it probably still was, but it had also become more - it was about who had the power, who was in contro - hey, that wasn't fair. So far, there had just been conversation, beating about the bush. Now there was pouting. And Buffy's pout was - let's face it - adorable. Irrestistible even. Almost, he had to remind himself. He had to concentrate. She wouldn't - now she turned to him with a playful smile he knew she had just put on to make him... Oh. Now she was placing quick, tender kisses on his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip... he knew she had won. She knew he knew she had one. He knew she knew he knew... anyway, they both knew. "Come one, Spike... don't you think it's weird?"
With an exasperated sigh, Spike gave in. He pushed her gently away. "Okay, Slayer, tell me. What do want to know?"
"Nothing," she replied with a far too innocent expression.
He only raised an eyebrow, causing her to giggle slightly. Then she caught his eyes, and they just looked at each other for a moment. Again he told himself to concentrate. There was something in his throat that felt suspiciously like a lump and no way... Spike had often been amazed at how Harris and his girl or the witches had managed, how they had found time for... love in all this chaos. Hell, not only them, Captain Cardboard and the Slay- Buffy as well. He never really would have thought it possible to find the time for - couple-like bantering while being closely watched by the harbingers of the first evil. And yet, here he was...
"Spike?" He was almost startled at the sound of her voice, so lost he had gotton in his trail of thought. Probably was because he had been talking to Peaches far too long today... all the brooding must have been rubbing off... he chuckled at that thought.
"Sorry, luv," he replied. "Just thinking of something."
Buffy smiled and then looked down, inspecting her hand that was entwined with his. "Isn't it weird?" She paused for a moment, but when she heard him inhaling sharply, as if impatient, she quickly continued. "I don't actually mean the Bringers, although they're weird, too. I mean - Angel being here and everything..." she trailed off. Spike noticed a trace of insecurity in her voice, as well as - worry. For him.
"I'm okay with it," he told her.
"Are you?" She looked up, questioningly. He nodded.
"Are you?" he asked her back.
She hesitated. "Yes, I guess. I mean it's odd - weird - but not in a bad way. It's a bit confusing, you know?" she confessed.
"It is." He started to caress her hand reasurringly with his thumb. "But as you say, not in a bad way."
They just sat there in silence, Spike still caressing her. After a while, she put her head on his shoulder. Again he had to concentrate. He let go of her hand, only to put his arm around her and pulling her even closer to him. With his free hand, he took hers again. He buried his head in her hair, placing soft kisses on her head.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally spoke up again. "I talked to Faith."
"Oh." Both their voices were low, but not because of the Bringers. "So?"
"We - we talked about stuff."
"About 'stuff'?" He couldn't help smiling, and he knew she couldn't either.
"Yeah, basically about me being sorry about being all superior and stuff and -" she paused for a moment, then she went on. "And we decided we would both give up our power."
"Oh." It took him a moment to actually grasp the enormity of that decision. "You mean-"
"Yeah, one of the potentials is going to get a go. If we have any say in this, that is."
Suddenly Spike remembered the talk he had had with Tara that day. "About that..."
"What?" Buffy lifted her head to look at him again. He instantly missed the contact.
"Um, I had a conversation with Ta- Glinda today, and she said that you probably don't. Have any say in it, that is."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "You're saying?"
"I'm saying that according to the watcher's books or whoever they belong to, I don't care, well, there seems to be no part in the spell where there is any decision. Or that's what the witch told me."
"Do you ever call somebody by their real name?" Buffy couldn't hide her amusement, although she clearly was a bit annoyed.
He almost answered, 'That's what the witch asked me', but he stopped himself in time and merely grinned in reply.
"And you couldn't have told me that vital piece of information before Faith and I had that conversation?" Again she sounded both amused and annoyed.
"You know the two of you had to have that talk, pet. Not just because of the spell."
For a moment it seemed as if she wanted to disagree, but she obviously decided not to. "You're right." With a small grateful smile at him she put her head back on his shoulder. This time he started to play with her hair a little, running his hand through it, caressing her. She sighed, contently this time.
Again they sat there in silence for a long time. Spike actually once thought she had fallen asleep and had pondered whether and how to make it more comfortable for her. But before he could do anything, Buffy had suddenly started to caress him - his hand. It wasn't much - just her thumb running over his skin; but it was the most erotic sensation Spike had ever experienced. He could feel her smile.
Spike finally allowed himself to feel the lump in his throat that had been there for a considerate amount of time now. He was amazed at how that day had turned out - waking up with Buffy in his arms, then confronting Angel about it and actually being able to tell the tale - and now this. Buffy had chosen him over Angel a couple of times that day, something he secretely would never have believed possible. But then, there probably were people who never would have believed vampires were possible either. Or vampires with a soul. Two souled vampires, both sitting outside the same house, keeping watch with two Slayers. The world was a strange place. He bet Angel was having less fun than was, though. At least he hoped so, for all of them; perfect happiness was never a good thing for his grandsire.
"This is weird as well." She sounded as amazed at their - situation as he felt.
"But in a good way, love?"
"In a good way." Buffy hesitated for a moment, then she added, "Love."
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