All belongs to Joss and company. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
Hey, if anyone wants to post this, feel free, but please let me know, I'd
love to come visit. I am having a block as to whether or not Tara should
hook back up with Willow or not. It just seems Willow wasn't repentant
enough, I mean she didn't go through a soul retrieving journey. Let me
know your ideas and we'll go from there. Thanks.
She stepped in slowly and took a seat in the only chair, carefully avoiding what looked like a very comfortable bed. Momentarily distracted as Spike's scent overwhelmed her she barely registered that he was talking to her and holding out papers to her. Taking them her jaw dropped when she saw the beautiful drawings before her. One was a close-up of the design showing intricate weavings and patterns. The second was the placement of said design on her lower back. Very lower back. But it was the final drawing that captivated her. She was nude, lying on her stomach, the design drawn on her back, but he had turned her face so she was smiling over her shoulder.
Nervously he stood gauging her reaction. She was shocked he could tell, but did she like them? The third drawing held her attention the longest and he worried that she would be angry. That was his favorite he had imagined her smiling at him like that. Of course she never had but he had seen her grace that smile at others and his memory of that comforted him. Maybe someday she would smile that way at him.
"Spike, they are. They are amazing."
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding and sat back on his desk. He smiled at her.
"Thanks."
"No, really. These are great. And the design is perfect. You always did know just the right thing."
He barely heard the last part, but hope began to grow again.
"So you can take them if you want. Think about it. Make any changes or what not."
She looked up at him quickly.
"No, no changes. It's perfect just like it is."
Silence fell. He didn't know what to say. Things were almost surreal, he wondered if he was still dreaming. Glancing at the clock on his bookcase he realized she'd been here an hour and not one bad name had been thrown his way. It must have been some kind of record.
Well she had agreed to something crazy, but one more look at the pictures and she knew she wanted this. Wanted him.
"So how does this work?"
"Come again, luv."
Blushing she looked at anything but him.
"The tattoo, Spike should I come here or."
Feeling stupid he rose and began to pace.
She smiled; she had forgotten how much he hated to stand still. Quite frankly she couldn't see him sitting still long enough to draw a circle much less something on someone else.
"You could come here, more private. I work late at the shop and get home around 1am."
"That's right when I go on patrol. We could go together than come back here."
Shocked he looked over at her and saw an equally shocked look on her face.
Had she really just blurted all of that out? What was going on with her? Embarrassed she picked imaginary lint off her pants.
"Did you just invite me back on patrol?"
Not looking up she continued picking at her pants.
"I guess so."
A part of him was ready to jump with joy, but another part of him wanted to make her wait, wanted to draw her along. Her voice was so small. She was scared. Scared the he was going to reject her. He owed Tara big time.
"I'd love too, but I'm going to check out a few things. Can I let you know?"
She looked up at him, happy and then she realized what he had said. Let her know? What was going on here? He was perhaps turning her down. The thought that he might have plans or commitments other than being there for her hadn't even occurred to her. And that's when it hit her, really hit her. He was moving on, doing things without her. She could barely catch her breath; the pain rose up so quickly.
"Oh, of course. I forgot you have a job, and friends and all sorts of things that don't have to do with patrolling or slaying.."
She would have continued rambling if he hadn't interrupted her. He had seen her shock at his answer and listened to her rambling and it tugged at his heart.
"Buffy.."
She looked up at him anxious suddenly for his reply, when they both heard a banging on the door that made them both jump.
She stepped in slowly and took a seat in the only chair, carefully avoiding what looked like a very comfortable bed. Momentarily distracted as Spike's scent overwhelmed her she barely registered that he was talking to her and holding out papers to her. Taking them her jaw dropped when she saw the beautiful drawings before her. One was a close-up of the design showing intricate weavings and patterns. The second was the placement of said design on her lower back. Very lower back. But it was the final drawing that captivated her. She was nude, lying on her stomach, the design drawn on her back, but he had turned her face so she was smiling over her shoulder.
Nervously he stood gauging her reaction. She was shocked he could tell, but did she like them? The third drawing held her attention the longest and he worried that she would be angry. That was his favorite he had imagined her smiling at him like that. Of course she never had but he had seen her grace that smile at others and his memory of that comforted him. Maybe someday she would smile that way at him.
"Spike, they are. They are amazing."
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding and sat back on his desk. He smiled at her.
"Thanks."
"No, really. These are great. And the design is perfect. You always did know just the right thing."
He barely heard the last part, but hope began to grow again.
"So you can take them if you want. Think about it. Make any changes or what not."
She looked up at him quickly.
"No, no changes. It's perfect just like it is."
Silence fell. He didn't know what to say. Things were almost surreal, he wondered if he was still dreaming. Glancing at the clock on his bookcase he realized she'd been here an hour and not one bad name had been thrown his way. It must have been some kind of record.
Well she had agreed to something crazy, but one more look at the pictures and she knew she wanted this. Wanted him.
"So how does this work?"
"Come again, luv."
Blushing she looked at anything but him.
"The tattoo, Spike should I come here or."
Feeling stupid he rose and began to pace.
She smiled; she had forgotten how much he hated to stand still. Quite frankly she couldn't see him sitting still long enough to draw a circle much less something on someone else.
"You could come here, more private. I work late at the shop and get home around 1am."
"That's right when I go on patrol. We could go together than come back here."
Shocked he looked over at her and saw an equally shocked look on her face.
Had she really just blurted all of that out? What was going on with her? Embarrassed she picked imaginary lint off her pants.
"Did you just invite me back on patrol?"
Not looking up she continued picking at her pants.
"I guess so."
A part of him was ready to jump with joy, but another part of him wanted to make her wait, wanted to draw her along. Her voice was so small. She was scared. Scared the he was going to reject her. He owed Tara big time.
"I'd love too, but I'm going to check out a few things. Can I let you know?"
She looked up at him, happy and then she realized what he had said. Let her know? What was going on here? He was perhaps turning her down. The thought that he might have plans or commitments other than being there for her hadn't even occurred to her. And that's when it hit her, really hit her. He was moving on, doing things without her. She could barely catch her breath; the pain rose up so quickly.
"Oh, of course. I forgot you have a job, and friends and all sorts of things that don't have to do with patrolling or slaying.."
She would have continued rambling if he hadn't interrupted her. He had seen her shock at his answer and listened to her rambling and it tugged at his heart.
"Buffy.."
She looked up at him anxious suddenly for his reply, when they both heard a banging on the door that made them both jump.
