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.
Feeling his lips touch hers, she wanted them not to stop. She looked into his eyes after he kissed her briefly, feeling him start to kiss her neck again she laid her head against him.
Spike turned her around, putting her arms back around his neck. She carried on dancing slowly with him, resting her head on his chest, breathing in slightly, and holding him tighter. She had never felt like this before, it was like she was all numb, but in a good way.
When she put her head on his chest he wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes as they continued to dance. After a while he moved his hands to her lower back and moved her closer against him. As the song changed to an either slower one he lifted his chin from her head. Moving his head back slightly he tilted her chin up gently with his finger. He looked into her eyes as he ran his finger gently down underneath her chin to the side of her neck. Then he repositioned his hand, and moving her chin closer with his thumb as he leaned in towards her lips. Keeping his eyes on hers he kissed her softly and slowly. Closing his eyes he then deepened the kiss, holding her tight against him.
As soon as Spike tilted her head up towards him, she knew she had won her little game with him. But that didn't seem to matter anymore, kissing him deeply, holding on tight as he held her in his arms.
It seemed like the kiss would last forever, she had never felt this way before. Not even with Angelus and he was a good kisser, but maybe not as good as Spike. As she pulled back softly, sucking his bottom lip she looked into his eyes and said, "I didn't expect this," while smiling at him.
He gripped the back of her top lightly when she sucked on his bottom lip. Frowning when she pulled away he opened his eyes slowly and looked into hers. He shook his head slightly, not really understanding what was going on between them. "Neither did I, not really," he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and smiled at her looking into her eyes. He chuckled to himself when he realised they had stopped dancing. He shook his head and then started to dance slowly against her again. Raising his eyebrows he tried not to smile, "You know luv. I think you've gone soft," and he bit his bottom lip before moving in close to her ear and whispering, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He bit back a grin and then sobered up when he looked down at her neck. Licking his lips lightly he leaned down and started to kiss her neck, gripping her waist lightly, as he sucked and nibbled at her flesh.
Darla had noticed too that they had stopped dancing, letting the rhythm find them again she slowly started to dance.
She listened to the words he spoke raising her eyebrows then she slapped him when he mentioned her going soft. "Oh really now? I don't think that was being soft." She got out of his arms not wanting to touch him again. Mad at herself for being conned like this.
Spike looked at her shocked when she slapped him, because he hadn't meant it the way it had came out. He cursed inwardly wishing he could say what he meant instead of always saying something stupid. He moved quick, pulled her back into his arms and wrapped his arms around her tight, not letting her go. Looking into her eyes he shook his head, "I didn't mean it like that. Ok, so maybe soft was the wrong word. Loving maybe. I don't know what it is. You're whole manner is different. And God help me, I like it. Bloody hell. You now I can never control my mouth. I've never seen you like this before and I was just trying to get you to feel something for me. You've been trying to play me all night, so don't deny it. But in between that I know you felt something, and so did I," he stopped talking, taking in a ragged unnecessary breath as he looked in to her eyes.