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.
Spike rubbed her back lightly and closed his eyes with a smile on his face. He raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes when she nuzzled his chest. He looked down at her and looked into her eyes. Smiled when he remembered something he had read earlier that day, about it only taking a day to fall in love. He had snorted when he had read it, not believing a word. But, now, looking down at her and watching her smile, he knew it was true. He shook his head, "There's nothing really you can do for me," he looked deep into her eyes and breathed in a ragged breath, "Except stay, here, with me, always." Time stopped and he grimaced inwardly for sounding so needy so soon. He didn't want to lose her, but some how he knew she was worth the risk of him getting his heart broken all over again.
Darla smiled at the words he was saying to her. She felt all at peace, his words were soothing, comforting her. She stared into his eyes softly whispering, "How could I leave you now? So much has happened in only one night."
Darla sat up and looked back into his eyes lovingly, taking hold of his hand and stroking it gently with her thumb. She wanted to tell him things, feelings but couldn't let the words come out. She looked away feeling stupid, she was convincing herself it was wrong. This was Spike she was having feelings for, she couldn't believe it. It frustrated her she felt so weak, not her usual self, but at the same time she didn't seem to take much notice.
Spike smiled and looked into her eyes, "I know. It's…well, I can't explain it properly. Not been much good with words me, but it just feels so surreal. Do you know what I mean luv?" He shook his head, "I'm bad with words."
He looked lovingly into her eyes and rubbed her hand gently with his thumb. He eyed her curiously as she looked away. Smiling he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, then placed it on his cheek and nuzzled into it gently. He touched her face lightly and turned it to face him so he could look into her eyes again. Leaning forward he kissed her gently before pulling back and smiling as he looked into her eyes yet again.
As Spike rubbed her back she felt a rush, she loved it and didn't want him to stop doing it. When he kissed her hand she couldn't help but blush, she felt special. This was something new to her, all her life and unlife she had been treated like a whore. This was all different now, letting him turn her face to him and kissing him back softly, she felt so alive.
Looking back into his eyes she smiled feeling herself go a little red. She softly whispered, "I know what you mean. I mean it's all wrong but it feels so right." She looked away breathing slightly faster. Darla wasn't sure whether or not it was a good idea to carry on, staying here. But looking out the window she realized at least for tonight she would have to stay put. But was she strong enough not to do anything else. Darla moved away from him, sitting further down the bed not wanting to look at him.
Spike frowned, "Why is it wrong?" He looked at her, not understanding what she meant. He knew they had history together that wasn't good, but that's all it was, history. Letting his arms drop from around her he tilted his head to the side and watched her as she moved away from him. He shook his head and looked down at the ground. He spoke quietly, "You're not going to stay are you?" He looked away, not wanting her to see the sadness in his eyes that he felt in his heart.