Author's Note: Song lyrics, once again, are courtesy of House of Dreams. The name of the song is "All Because of You." For those curious, HoD is a now defunct band from Gainesville, FL who I was blessed enough to become friends with when I was with WOGK back in the early 90s. Britton Cameron and Jack Sizemore are now part of the up and coming country-rock duo, BrittonJack. Jack is currently wrapping up a tour as a raod musician with Lonestar and Jeff Coffey is touring as a solo artist. I've been friends with them for nearly 10 years now and take every opportunity to brag about their ridiculous amounts of talent. Thank you for putting up with my bragging rights! Hope you enjoy their lyrics.
Spike was sure that he was going to Hell for what he had just done, but he had definately tasted Heaven at the precise moment Buffy cried out his name in release. At first, he had been scared to death of hurting her. Then, he was positive she'd regret it. And then, he was worried that a part of him would regret it. But it all fell away in that single moment as she cried out his name in ecstasy.
She wasn't his first. But she was the first one to make him hers. She was the only one to possess him with the use of his given name. To the others, he'd been Spike. Or the occasional God. To Buffy, he had always been Will. Hers.
The power still had not come back on and the storm showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. He rifled around his dresser top for his wristwatch. It was already nearing midnight. Buffy had drifted off in his bed and he pulled the covers up over her naked body. She really was perfect. Everything about her. Even in her sleep, she would sigh softly or her mouth would twitch into a little smile. He grabbed his guitar and sat on the edge of the bed, strumming softly as he watched her slumber.
He continued to strum as his mind worked in circles. For the first time in his life, he felt like anything was possible. He felt like he could be somebody his late mother would be proud of. He felt like he could find the strength to forgive Rupert for bringing him to the States and then leaving him behind. And it was all because of her.
He set the guitar back down and went to his desk to dig out a notebook and a pen. Something about making love to her inspired him. He let the words write themselves, occasionally stealing glances at her when she would stir.
Cry for me, and I'll cry for you
Laugh for me, and I'll laugh some, too
Ooh, that never was enough
The words felt like they were writing themselves. Nobody had ever given him the uncontrollable desire to write. Sometimes, it came more easily than others. Other times, it was a bloody struggle to force out the words. The easier times usually resulted in more aggressive songs written primarily from that dark, angry place. He'd never been able to effortlessly scribe something beautiful. Something from the softest, brightest place in his heart.
I'll put my heart on a highwire
Or my soul on a sign
Set my mind on fire
Put my love on the line
And it's All Because of You
Ooh-ooh
Everything. He wanted to do everything for her.
You picked me up, when I fell down
I got lost, you turned me around
It never was enough... until
You put my heart on a highwire
And my soul on a sign
Set my mind on fire
Put my love on the line
Well, it's All Because of You
Ooh-ooh
It's All Because of You
You know it's true
It's All Because of You
She let out a little sigh and murmured his name while she dreamt. He couldn't help but smile as he continued writing down his thoughts. He couldn't wait to surprise her with the song.
With nothing left unsaid
My mind is easily read
Hearts hanging
Hearts hanging out
Hearts hanging out to dry...
So put my heart on a highwire
Put my soul on a sign
Set my mind on fire
Put my love on the line
Well, it's All Because of You
Ooh-ooh
It's All Because of You
You know it's true
It's All Because of You...
He closed the notebook and sat it on his dresser. She rolled over and reached out to the empty space beside her. Realizing he was gone, she licked her lips and fluttered open her eyes.
"Will?"
"Right here, Baby," he told her, moving back to her side.
"Mmm... come back to bed," she said, her voice thick with sleep. "Miss you."
He slid under the covers beside her and wrapped his arms around her. He would be happy lying beside her for the rest of his life. But, the real world would eventually call. The sun would rise, Queen C would come bounding home to take over the roost once again and he'd take Buffy to her house and head back to the dorm room he shared with Oz and Xander at UC Sunnydale.
"Love you so much, Buffy," he swore to her.
She turned toward him and lay her head on his chest. She knew he did. She could hear it in his chest as his heart raced under her ear. She traced a pattern around his nipple with her finger tip, her eyes still closed peacefully. She never wanted to be away from him again. That made her dread sunrise even more. She'd have to go home eventually. And he'd go back to college across town. Another week would stretch by painfully before she could be with him like this again.
"You asleep, Kitten?" he asked quietly.
"No, just thinking," she said truthfully.
"What about?"
"Where do we go from here, Will?" she blurted out.
"I thought we'd sleep for awhile, then probably scavenge up something to eat, spend the day snogging..."
"No, I meant... the big picture, Will," she said, her voice edged with worry. "I.. am I a bad person because I really don't care what Cordy thinks?"
He chuckled a little and his chest vibrated against her cheek.
"Do you think the Cheerleader cares about what you think, Love?" he asked. "Honestly, now."
She supposed he was right. If anything, Cordy would give her the 'world of euw' speech and then turn the conversation back to focus on her.
"What about your friends?" she asked nervously.
"What about them?" he asked her.
"I'm still in high school," she worried.
"For a few more months. Then you'll be at UC with me," he reminded her. "Besides, I know they'll love you, Kitten. I do."
She smiled gratefully.
"How about I take you to practice with me tomorrow night at the Bronze?" he offered. "You can meet my mates, I'll give Willow and Tara a call and have them come around. If you fancy, you can sit in on a few songs and try on the band for size. See if you like how it fits, yeah?"
"Okay," she told him. "Yeah. That would be nice."
"Now close your eyes and get some rest, Kitten. We can worry about tomorrow when it gets here."