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.
Darla kissed him back more passionately, deepening the kiss even more, holding on tightly to him. She couldn't stop and didn't want to, wanting to let the kiss last as long as it could. Everything seemed to of stopped in that one moment. Darla wasn't thinking of anything anymore, only the kiss.
When she pulled back slowly she looked into his eyes, taking in a deep ragged breathe. She softly whispered, "I've never felt like this before. I don't know what to do."
Spike opened his eyes slowly and breathed in a shaky breath. He looked deep into her eyes wondering if she was going to change her mind. He shook his head and looked at her sincerely, "Neither have I. Isn't it great," and he grinned, and not being able to stop himself, bouncing on his heels slightly, keeping his arms wrapped around her. As soon as he registered what she had said next he smiled. He knew exactly what to say. He didn't even have to think about it. He stroked her cheek lightly and looked into her eyes. He spoke quietly with a smile playing on his lips, "Now that's easy. Just let me love you," and he smiled looking lovingly into her eyes, all sensible thoughts gone.
Darla smiled looking at him, letting the words echo in her mind. She softly whispered holding on tightly to his arms, "Ok."
It was like the happiest she had ever felt, it was so strange but it was a good sensation. Staring up into his eyes changed her completely. She wondered why she never looked at him like this before.
Spike's smile widened when she spoke. He knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't help it and he didn't care. He had never felt this happy before. Pulling her closer towards him he kept the smile on his face as he kissed her passionately. He bent down and lifted her up in to his arms, breaking their kiss briefly. Kissing her again he carried her over to the bed and laid her gently down underneath him. He carried on kissing her passionately and as he ran a hand down her side he paused. He pulled back reluctantly and looked into her eyes. "Dammit," he whispered and scowled lightly, remembering his earlier words to her. He touched her cheek lightly and raised his eyebrows as he spoke quietly, "I said all I wanted to do was hold you tonight." He looked away slightly, looking at the pillow. He didn't know what to do, as he didn't want to break his promise. If he went back on his words now he might lose her trust, and he didn't want that.
Darla leaned into his touch, letting her body give into Spike's touch, closing her eyes briefly. She listened to his words softly giggling at what he said. She remembered what he had told her earlier and knew Spike would be true to his word. "Ah yes of course," and she laid back, smiling, lifting her arm to slowly stroke Spike's face.
She then softly whispered, "Then just hold me," letting the words echo and fill the room, bringing him closer to her. She smiled, closing her eyes again and breathed his scent in, letting it invade her completely.
Spike raised an eyebrow when she giggled. He nodded his head and looked at her sincerely, "I promised, and I'm not going to break it, or, well, then my promises to you wouldn't mean much then, would they?" and he smiled at her with sincerity in his eyes..
He smiled and rolled over slowly, bringing her with him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and gently rubbed her lower back. He talked quietly, "I will," and he kissed the top of her head lightly. He closed his eyes, loving the feel of her in his arms, deciding that he never wanted to let her go.