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 held onto him tight as he pulled her closer to him. She rested her head on his chest, breathing him in slowly, closing her eyes feeling his essence come inside her. She listened to him speak briefly, feeling him stroke her back she gives a soft, "Mmm," letting a smile play across her face. She never wanted it to stop; time had no meaning being here with him. She loved the way he felt, his body against hers, getting lost in him.
She could hear the rain outside and the wind howling, it didn't spoil the moment. It calmed her knowing she was safe, being here in Spike's arms, holding him tighter.
Spike closed his eyes and continued to rub her back gently. He spoke quietly, "You like that luv?" He paused as he thought for a few seconds before speaking quietly again. "You know, I could just do this forever. Hold you in my arms and just stroke your back," and he smiled. "I love having you in my arms. I never want to let you go," he paused remembering a film that Niblet had made him watch once. He breathed in a deep breath and slowly released it, whispering as low as he could, "Can I keep you?" He rolled his eyes thinking how corny he had just sounded, waited and listened for the giggle that he knew was going to leave her lips any second.
Darla giggled softly listening to him talk, sitting up and looking up into his eyes. "Is it me or has that soul made you even more corny?" Raising her eyebrows, she bit her lip softly, trying not to smile.
Darla remembered what he was like with Dru, or most of the time she was paying attention. She couldn't remember if he was like this all the time or occasionally. Her memory hadn't been the same since coming back to life, and Wolfram and Hart messing around with her.
Spike shook his head, "No luv. I've always been like this. Are you forgetting that I used to write poetry?" and he raised his eyebrows. He frowned slightly thinking back to how he used to be with Dru. He sighed, "I used to be like it with Dru for a while. But most of the time she was away with the fairies or listening to the stars, and not listening to me. So, I just gave up in the end, trying to get her to hear me," and he shrugged. He looked at her and smiled, "I guess, you bring it out in me luv. I just want you to know how much I care about you and how much you mean to me."
Darla listened to him, stroking his chest slowly. When she heard what he said next, Darla looked back at him and started to laugh, she didn't know why, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't expecting this at all, especially seeing as they had only met again tonight.
"You what? Really? Why? How…" She stuttered slightly, looking surprised sitting up and backing away a little. She didn't know how to handle the situation, seeing as it was her first in like over four hundred years.
Spike looked at her seriously for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. He recovered quickly and raised his eyebrows, "You should see your face luv," and he chuckled. He shook his head, "I may be soppy. But, I don't get that bloody soppy in just one night," and he chuckled again.
He smiled and pulled her back into his arms. He looked into her eyes and smiled, "God Darla. I'm still me. I haven't changed. The soul that I got hasn't changed me that much." He raised his eyebrows, "Surely you know I always follow my heart, but I ain't that bad," and he stroked her cheek lightly. He took her hand and placed one of her fingers back against his chest. He shook his head, "Sorry. I was just trying to make my point that I hadn't changed. You really think a soul could change me that much?"