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 want to violate anyone's copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Quiet moments full of love, I think. And The End.
***
Spike quietly walked down the stairs, not wanting to wake up Buffy. She was lying on his bed, sleeping. She looked exhausted, but that wasn't really a surprise. Fighting an army of Bringers and ubervamps and then losing your superpowers wasn't something you did every day. Even if you were Buffy Summers, formerly the Chosen One.
He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. Gently, he ran his hand over her hair, smoothing it down. She stirred slightly in her sleep. When he drew back his hand, she stirred some more, though, unconsciously prostesting against the lack of contact. So he put it back, this time caressing her face, tracing her lips with his thumb. He leaned over to place a soft kiss on her forehead and then on her eyes.
She moaned slightly. He smiled and debated with himself whether he should wake her up. But he recalled how tired she had been and decided against it. Instead he whispered, "Pull over a bit, will you, luv?" She did, still at least half asleep, and made room for him on the bed. He lay down beside her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She sighed, contentedly. He placed soft kisses on her hair.
He felt her entwine her fingers with his.
They had actually made it. There was a tomorrow, and they were together.
***
Buffy was only half asleep when she heard Spike coming down the stairs. She was tired, but a part of her had hoped he would join her. She knew he had had to take care of some more things - he had probably hepled Giles, maybe they had tried to get rid of the bodies... she understood that, but she needed him to be with her now. She didn't want to sleep alone.
She felt different - which probably wasn't a surprise, seeing as things actually were a lot different. But it wasn't a bad kind of different - she was already looking forward to discover her new self. Buffy smiled slightly as she wondered whether Spike was going to help her with that. He probably would. She felt him sit down next to her. When he started to caress her, she got excited and calm at the same time. But she didn't have the strength for excited right now, she decided. Now all she needed was being held.
So when he asked her to make room for him, she obliged happily. She let herself be pulled into his embrace. Only then could she really relax. It felt good not to be alone in bed, she thought. It felt right to be here with him. When he started placing soft kisses on her hair, she desperately wanted to return them, but was too exhausted.
Instead she entwined her fingers with his.
She knew today was tomorrow. They would have to talk about things, about what was going to happen with them - now there actually was a them. She smiled. It was good they were together. She would tell him that.
***
Willow woke up and found Tara looking at her. She frowned questioningly, but her girlfriend only shook her head slightly. There was no need to worry. There was no need to speak. She smiled.
Willow watched Tara letting her gaze wander over her body, taking in everything. Willow held her breath, wishing she would touch her and let her hands discover her as well. But she knew now wasn't the time - they were still exhausted, and no matter how much they wanted each other, they wanted what would more or less be their first time be special. So for the time being, looking or being looked at had to be enough.
Still, Willow reached out her hand. Tara copied her, their hands finally meeting half way between their bodies. When they connected, they both gasped. Willow felt herself reminded of the first time their hands had met. She wondered whether Tara could remember that too. Probably not, but when she looked into her eyes, that didn't matter.
They had found each other.
Tara leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met in a lingering kiss, soft, tender. When they parted, Willow pulled her close to her. They fell asleep again, their fingers still entwined.
***
Tara had dreamed of her other - her old world. She had woken up, confused. She had watched her friends - her other friends simply living their life. Anya and Xander had gotten married. Dawn was working at Mr Giles's bookshop. Buffy and William had been picknicking out in the sun. She knew the dream was the Powers' way of showing her they were alright, and that she was right were she belonged. But she knew that anyway.
She was watching Willow sleep. She couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Suddenly her lover stirred and then opened her eyes. When she noticed Tara looking at her, she frowned, confused. Tara shook her head slightly, signalling that everything was alright. She continued to explore her girlfriend with her eyes. It was all she could do now - they both knew now wasn't the right time for more.
When Willow reached out her hand, Tara mirrored her and they met half way between their bodies. It was an action that seemed familiar to Tara, and obviously to Willow as well. Tara didn't know what it reminded her of, but it made her feel complete. Even more so than the spell had done.
They had found each other again.
She leaned over to place a kiss on Willow's lips. It was full of the love they both shared, always had shared. Always would share. She knew. When they pulled back from the kiss, she let Willow draw her close to her. They fell asleep, their hands still entwined. Together.
~The End~
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 want to violate anyone's copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Quiet moments full of love, I think. And The End.
***
Spike quietly walked down the stairs, not wanting to wake up Buffy. She was lying on his bed, sleeping. She looked exhausted, but that wasn't really a surprise. Fighting an army of Bringers and ubervamps and then losing your superpowers wasn't something you did every day. Even if you were Buffy Summers, formerly the Chosen One.
He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. Gently, he ran his hand over her hair, smoothing it down. She stirred slightly in her sleep. When he drew back his hand, she stirred some more, though, unconsciously prostesting against the lack of contact. So he put it back, this time caressing her face, tracing her lips with his thumb. He leaned over to place a soft kiss on her forehead and then on her eyes.
She moaned slightly. He smiled and debated with himself whether he should wake her up. But he recalled how tired she had been and decided against it. Instead he whispered, "Pull over a bit, will you, luv?" She did, still at least half asleep, and made room for him on the bed. He lay down beside her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She sighed, contentedly. He placed soft kisses on her hair.
He felt her entwine her fingers with his.
They had actually made it. There was a tomorrow, and they were together.
***
Buffy was only half asleep when she heard Spike coming down the stairs. She was tired, but a part of her had hoped he would join her. She knew he had had to take care of some more things - he had probably hepled Giles, maybe they had tried to get rid of the bodies... she understood that, but she needed him to be with her now. She didn't want to sleep alone.
She felt different - which probably wasn't a surprise, seeing as things actually were a lot different. But it wasn't a bad kind of different - she was already looking forward to discover her new self. Buffy smiled slightly as she wondered whether Spike was going to help her with that. He probably would. She felt him sit down next to her. When he started to caress her, she got excited and calm at the same time. But she didn't have the strength for excited right now, she decided. Now all she needed was being held.
So when he asked her to make room for him, she obliged happily. She let herself be pulled into his embrace. Only then could she really relax. It felt good not to be alone in bed, she thought. It felt right to be here with him. When he started placing soft kisses on her hair, she desperately wanted to return them, but was too exhausted.
Instead she entwined her fingers with his.
She knew today was tomorrow. They would have to talk about things, about what was going to happen with them - now there actually was a them. She smiled. It was good they were together. She would tell him that.
***
Willow woke up and found Tara looking at her. She frowned questioningly, but her girlfriend only shook her head slightly. There was no need to worry. There was no need to speak. She smiled.
Willow watched Tara letting her gaze wander over her body, taking in everything. Willow held her breath, wishing she would touch her and let her hands discover her as well. But she knew now wasn't the time - they were still exhausted, and no matter how much they wanted each other, they wanted what would more or less be their first time be special. So for the time being, looking or being looked at had to be enough.
Still, Willow reached out her hand. Tara copied her, their hands finally meeting half way between their bodies. When they connected, they both gasped. Willow felt herself reminded of the first time their hands had met. She wondered whether Tara could remember that too. Probably not, but when she looked into her eyes, that didn't matter.
They had found each other.
Tara leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met in a lingering kiss, soft, tender. When they parted, Willow pulled her close to her. They fell asleep again, their fingers still entwined.
***
Tara had dreamed of her other - her old world. She had woken up, confused. She had watched her friends - her other friends simply living their life. Anya and Xander had gotten married. Dawn was working at Mr Giles's bookshop. Buffy and William had been picknicking out in the sun. She knew the dream was the Powers' way of showing her they were alright, and that she was right were she belonged. But she knew that anyway.
She was watching Willow sleep. She couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Suddenly her lover stirred and then opened her eyes. When she noticed Tara looking at her, she frowned, confused. Tara shook her head slightly, signalling that everything was alright. She continued to explore her girlfriend with her eyes. It was all she could do now - they both knew now wasn't the right time for more.
When Willow reached out her hand, Tara mirrored her and they met half way between their bodies. It was an action that seemed familiar to Tara, and obviously to Willow as well. Tara didn't know what it reminded her of, but it made her feel complete. Even more so than the spell had done.
They had found each other again.
She leaned over to place a kiss on Willow's lips. It was full of the love they both shared, always had shared. Always would share. She knew. When they pulled back from the kiss, she let Willow draw her close to her. They fell asleep, their hands still entwined. Together.
~The End~