Setting – Angel S5 – AU – Takes place in resurrected Sunnydale. Just imagine Wolfram & Hart worked some mojo and restored it to its former self. Spike and Darla come across each other and things develop between them.
She followed him to the dance floor, moving her body with his to the music. She felt free and she liked it. Darla looked over the crowd, wanting them all, but thinking against it.
"I want a challenge, someone rough to play with." She smiled sweetly, turning her head slightly to look at Spike.
Spike shook his head and smiled, "Really? Well, it sounds to me like people give in too easily when they are around you." He closed his eyes and breathed her in for a few seconds before whispering in her ear, "How rough?" He continued to dance to the music, moving his body in time with her own. He closed his eyes and gripped her waist slightly tighter as they danced.
Darla laughed at what he said, letting the words echo in her mind. She felt him get closer to her, and heard him breathe in her scent. She let a smile play across her face, even for that one instant closing her eyes. She felt like she was drifting away from everything and she didn't want this moment to end.
"I like it really rough," she whispered softly back to him, tilting her head to the side to look into his eyes.
Spike looked into her eyes for a few seconds as he continued to dance with her. He tilted his head to the side slightly and spoke quietly, "You really want it rough?" and he gripped her waist tight for a few seconds before relaxing his grip. He up righted his head again looking deep into her eyes. Sweeping her hair back off her shoulder he moved close to her ear, "Because it doesn't seem to me like you do," and he tilted his head and kissed her neck gently, brushing the tip of his tongue along it. He stroked her waist lightly with his fingertips, brushing her skin just under her top. Then breathed lightly on her neck before moving back to her ear. "You know, it can sometimes be that much sweeter if it's not rough," and he moved his lips back to her neck and kissed slowly and softly. Closing his eyes he concentrated, imagining that he was kissing her lips instead. As the song ended and a slower one began, he slowed down, placing his hands at the top of her thighs and moving slowly against her in time with the music.
Darla smiled and raised her head up as he slowly softly started kissing her neck. She took a deep breath in the first time he kissed her neck, it was more of a shock at first. Thinking to herself Spike is kissing my neck!
Placing his hands on her waist, she softly started to move her hips to the soft rhythm of the music that had changed to a slower beat. Staring into his eyes, she put both hands on his neck.
Spike frowned, suddenly realising he had spent far too long kissing her neck than he had intended. And even though he thought that, he still couldn't stop kissing it. He opened his eyes slowly and looked into hers, sucking her flesh into his mouth gently and then releasing it. He had planned a smart comeback when she had gone all quiet from the attention he was paying to her neck. But looking into her eyes, he forgot everything he was going to say, and something inside him clicked in to place at that moment.
Still looking deep into her eyes he slowly moved his head forward and kissed her softly. He pulled back slightly, shocked at how soft her lips were. Then he moved his head forward again, and started to kiss her softly and slowly, mirroring the earlier intensity he had paid to her neck. He ran his hands up her arms, taking her hands from around his neck and slowly turning her around to face him. Not breaking the kiss he placed her arms back around his neck as he continued to dance slowly against her, in time with her own movements.