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 let her face lean into Spike's touch, letting her eyes close for a moment. Darla looked back into Spikes eyes, "Really? Never thought you'd like me, well in that way," she said, raising her eyebrows slightly.
They continued to dance to the music, it was soft and romantic. Darla let the music move them, feeling something more for Spike then she had in the past. But wasn't sure if she should let her feelings take over.
Spike shook his head and smiled, "Me neither. Isn't it funny how things change?" and he raised his eyebrows back. He softened the look on his face and tilted his head to the side as he spoke quietly, "I can't help it though. There's just something about you that makes me want to.." he trailed off and looked away briefly. Looking back into her eyes he frowned slightly, "Do you feel it too? Because if you don't," and he shook his head, "Then you should tell me before I make a complete bloody idiot of myself," and he looked deep into her eyes holding an unnecessary breath, waiting for her response, even if it wasn't one that he wanted to hear.
Darla stopped dancing, looking up into his eyes, she placed both her hands on each cheek, and then kissed him passionately. It felt like the Bronze just melted away, leaving only those two embracing each other. Darla didn't want to think anymore, she couldn't deny her true feelings. She wanted Spike, but couldn't understand why.
Spike stopped dancing when she did, thinking that she was going to turn and walk away from him. He paused as she kissed him, his hands dropping from her waist. Then he raised his arms slightly before closing his eyes and kissing her back passionately. Wrapping his arms back around her he pulled her against him gently. He forgot everything else, all he could feel was her.
The kiss felt like it had lasted forever. Darla parted from his lips, looking up into his eyes, letting her hands slide from his face to his chest. "I do have feelings for you," she said quietly and softly. Her words echoed in her mind. She couldn't believe what she had said, done and was thinking. She backed away a little, slipping out of his arms, suddenly afraid for what seemed like the first time in centuries.
When Darla broke the kiss he frowned and opened his eyes slowly. He smiled at her words. When she stepped back he shook his head. "Don't run from me, please." He went to reach out and take her hand but he thought better of it. "I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't." He felt a surge of panic go through him but he rooted himself to the spot. If he moved towards her she would run, but if he didn't she would just walk away. He didn't know what to do, so he just stood there and looked into her eyes, pleading with her silently to not leave.
Darla listened to his words carefully, letting them sink in. "I know…...its just," she couldn't speak, her own thoughts were driving her crazy. Her mind was telling her it was all wrong but her heart, she wanted just to hold him.
"I can't," and she turned and walked quickly out of the Bronze, not turning back, and cursing herself trying not to cry, overwhelmed with emotions she knew she shouldn't be having.