A/N: I guess I just couldn't let it end like that. Here's what I think happens a few months later. There's not really any MAJOR spoilers.. Ok, yes they're important, but there's just two. ::shakes head:: Oh, just go read before I make a BIGGER fool of myself. And remember, REVIEW!!! ::smiles::
-Face
The Fine Line Between Comfort & Love
"You look as if you are deep thought. What troubles you?" came the curious voice from the other side of his bed.
"Nothin'," he responded, still half-dazed.
"You are thinking about them again aren't you?" his lover questioned, turning on her side to face him. The sheet slipped down her body a bit to reveal smooth, creamy curves. She didn't have many, but the ones she did have were in all the right places.
"When aren't I?" he muttered, a scowl gracing his features.
"When we make love," was her all too honest answer.
A small smile appeared. "That was a rhetorical question."
"Well that's just too damn bad."
A deep bark of laughter escaped him. She really was spending far too much time with him. And when she spoke like him, in that damned matter-of- fact voice of hers, he just wanted to throw her down and take what she so willingly gave to him.
She wouldn't talk like that if he were still alive...
"I think of them often as well," she admitted, as she fidgeted with a strand of her hair. His girl didn't fidget. "I think of them all the time... Except in the few brief moments where all that fills my mind is you."
"Brief moments?" he asked, a brow arched. "Girl, I know what I do to you don't last no 'brief moments'."
At this she smiled. She didn't do it often, but when she did... Let's just say it brought back some memories.
"Do you think they, wherever they are, are watching over us?" his lover asked timidly. That was another thing she wasn't, unless they were talking about them.
"All the time," he answered, caressing her bare shoulder.
"Do you think perhaps.. they are angry?"
Oh. "Angry? Why the Hell would they be angry?"
"You violate her body."
"It ain't nothin' I haven't done before," he replied, replacing his hands with his lips.
"Yes, I possess those memories as well," she told him, arching her neck to give him better access. Her next statement came out breathy. "SO, you don not think they are angry with us."
He stopped making out with her neck to let out a deep breath. He moved back a bit to have better contact with those icy blue eyes.
"No, I do not think they are angry with us. We were grieving. This was how we got over it, how we comforted each other. And now, we do it because..."
"Because you claim to love me," she supplied for him.
"I don't claim, I do," he assured her. He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. It was nothing compared to what they did to each other in the throws of passion, but it still made his heart play the mariachi. "Some how along the way, I fell for you Lyrie. I fell long, and I fell hard. And I don't regret it for the world."
He watched as the ice in her eyes melted at his confession. This time she was the one to initiate the kiss. And this time, it had passion. After several moments, they came up for air.
"I love you too, Human," she smiled teasingly. It just sounded wrong when she called him anything else. And when she called him Charles... Let's just say it brought back memories of a different sort. Plus, the fact that he was the only human on the team now.
But it was ok now. Though Wesley and Fred, and everyone else they had lost along the way would be sorely missed, they would be ok. Even better than ok, actually. As long as they had each other, ex-street fighting demon hunter Charles Gunn and the once great demon-goddess Illyria would get through their mortal lives just fine.
A/N: Please remember to review!!! ::smiles::
-Face
The Fine Line Between Comfort & Love
"You look as if you are deep thought. What troubles you?" came the curious voice from the other side of his bed.
"Nothin'," he responded, still half-dazed.
"You are thinking about them again aren't you?" his lover questioned, turning on her side to face him. The sheet slipped down her body a bit to reveal smooth, creamy curves. She didn't have many, but the ones she did have were in all the right places.
"When aren't I?" he muttered, a scowl gracing his features.
"When we make love," was her all too honest answer.
A small smile appeared. "That was a rhetorical question."
"Well that's just too damn bad."
A deep bark of laughter escaped him. She really was spending far too much time with him. And when she spoke like him, in that damned matter-of- fact voice of hers, he just wanted to throw her down and take what she so willingly gave to him.
She wouldn't talk like that if he were still alive...
"I think of them often as well," she admitted, as she fidgeted with a strand of her hair. His girl didn't fidget. "I think of them all the time... Except in the few brief moments where all that fills my mind is you."
"Brief moments?" he asked, a brow arched. "Girl, I know what I do to you don't last no 'brief moments'."
At this she smiled. She didn't do it often, but when she did... Let's just say it brought back some memories.
"Do you think they, wherever they are, are watching over us?" his lover asked timidly. That was another thing she wasn't, unless they were talking about them.
"All the time," he answered, caressing her bare shoulder.
"Do you think perhaps.. they are angry?"
Oh. "Angry? Why the Hell would they be angry?"
"You violate her body."
"It ain't nothin' I haven't done before," he replied, replacing his hands with his lips.
"Yes, I possess those memories as well," she told him, arching her neck to give him better access. Her next statement came out breathy. "SO, you don not think they are angry with us."
He stopped making out with her neck to let out a deep breath. He moved back a bit to have better contact with those icy blue eyes.
"No, I do not think they are angry with us. We were grieving. This was how we got over it, how we comforted each other. And now, we do it because..."
"Because you claim to love me," she supplied for him.
"I don't claim, I do," he assured her. He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. It was nothing compared to what they did to each other in the throws of passion, but it still made his heart play the mariachi. "Some how along the way, I fell for you Lyrie. I fell long, and I fell hard. And I don't regret it for the world."
He watched as the ice in her eyes melted at his confession. This time she was the one to initiate the kiss. And this time, it had passion. After several moments, they came up for air.
"I love you too, Human," she smiled teasingly. It just sounded wrong when she called him anything else. And when she called him Charles... Let's just say it brought back memories of a different sort. Plus, the fact that he was the only human on the team now.
But it was ok now. Though Wesley and Fred, and everyone else they had lost along the way would be sorely missed, they would be ok. Even better than ok, actually. As long as they had each other, ex-street fighting demon hunter Charles Gunn and the once great demon-goddess Illyria would get through their mortal lives just fine.
A/N: Please remember to review!!! ::smiles::