The Morning After Nights End
Part Two: Tender Loves Embrace
Spike and Julia did not move from their intimate position, even when sleep had claimed them hours ago. Their bodies molded so firmly and surely that neither one felt the desire to leave the recently expressed love. Julia felt a tickling sensation against her collar-bone as Spike's head shifted positions. His curly hair brushed the smooth, flawless skin, and Julia opened her eyes slowly, savoring the sensation of waking in Spike's arms, or to be more accurate under them. Delicately, Julia began to trace Spikes collar-bone and veins. Affection guided her fingers caressing, but temptation pushed her to risk waking the shaggy-haired gunman.
This man Julia felt was someone who she could love for himself. A man whose qualities were so molded with his person that they did not need to be stated separately. Yes, she had been with Vicious first, and yes his controlling love had been worth the venture.
From the day she stood in the pool hall in tight leather pants and a form-fitting sweater with her blonde hair pulled back by stylish sun glasses she had loved Spike in one facet or another. She did not know the secret agreement the two men had struck for her, and neither did Julia feel she needed to find out. All Julia knew was that her life had so altered from that day and the dull days before them.
Spike woke; his eyes were soft and inviting to Julia's indulgent attention. He smiled lazily and rolled off of Julia's feminine form. Pouting admirably cute, Julia complained teasingly,
"Now I'm cold, Lunkhead." Spike did nothing but grin slightly, while embracing his long love within the wide span of his arms.
"Any better?" He asked, whispering in Julia's ear. She blushed at the attention, and responded as she buried her face into Spike's chest,
"Maybe." With little else to do but laugh, Spike tickled the soft skin of Julia's back, capturing her mouth when her lips parted to express the sensation he was propagating.
At this moment, he adored everything about Julia; her reserved smile, coy looks, and emotional willingness to be all his. Spike had always loved Julia, yet he allowed Vicious to have the woman he loved for a reason far beyond that which he could explain. Spike felt for once in his life completed and like he belonged. He was no longer a meaningless chess piece in a syndicate.
Tousling in the disorderly sheets, Julia had firmly placed herself atop Spike's abdomen, straddling the lean gunman. She admired the view from this position. How the softness of the early morning sun accentuated his features, from Spike's face to his completely toned torso.
Julia began leaning her body gently downwards, till her flesh molded seamlessly with Spike's own taut muscle. She rested her head upon Spike's shoulder and whispered into his ear, tantalizing him the further,
"My handsome prince," Julia kissed his neck, and Spike's body tensed while he gathered his arms around her willowy form.
"This must be a dream." Spike uttered breathlessly onto Julia's blush-stained cheek.
"Life is but a dream." Julia chided gently, engaging Spike's parted mouth with her own. Spike broke this kiss abruptly, startling Julia. Her blue eyes glared questioningly at Spike and he proved her with an answer,
"I don't want this dream to end. Not today, tomorrow, or ever. I want to share the rest of this dream with you." Julia felt tears drip soundlessly out of her eyes as the earnest honey flowed into her ears.
"Nor do I, Spike." She sighed, and fell to Spike's side. Her arms draped carelessly over his body and moved affectionately up and down Spike's chest. With his eyes, Spike fondly saw himself in Julia's tender blue orbs.
" Everything is clearer now, life is just a dream you know that's never ending...I'm ascending." He chanted underneath his breath like a mantra. Julia ceased in her caressing and asked Spike,
"What are you singing?" The sweetness in Julia's inquisitive voice woke Spike from the daydream, and answered,
"Something the old lady used to sing to me...never knew what it meant till now..." Julia laughed and stated jokingly,
"I give your 'old lady' credit for the poetry, but she obviously didn't give you the proper singing skills." Spike also laughed, and agreed with Julia in her theory, realizing it was a moot point. Again, in each other's embrace, they lay now. Heart matching beat for beat, and their breathing steady and slow but most importantly together.
Yet, tomorrow loomed like a foreboding shadow over them. Tomorrow meant reality, meant facing Vicious and the responsibilities they both bore. Neither Spike nor Julia wanted to touch the issue, fearing it would destroy the peace of the moment.
"Spike?" Julia asked, "What do we do when Vicious comes back?" Spike gave Julia no answer, but differed that sensitive issue to the next day sighing,
"Tomorrow Julia. Tomorrow." Julia glanced to the door, thinking of tomorrow but abandoned the pursuit and sunk peacefully again into Spike's love.