Disclaimers: Everything belongs to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. I'm just having fun with the characters
Summary: Begins at 'Once More With Feeling' and pretty much takes on a life of it's own after the exit from the Bronze
Pairings: Buffy/Angel, Spike/Tara
Reviews: Welcomed and appreciated
Tara licked her hand, sprinkled salt, licked it off before taking a bite of lime and then swung her seventh shot of tequila down her throat. Giggling, she leaned against Spike and handed him a wedge of lime.
"Isn't this just so much fun? I'm forgetting why I was so upset."
Spike took the lime from her, unable to hide his amusement, he laughed out loud.
"Oh Tara love, you are the most fun I've had in a very long time." He downed a shot, relishing the burn as it trickled down his throat. It took a hell of a lot to get him drunk, but tequila always seemed to do the trick quickest.
"Goddess, how can one man be so beautiful?" Tara ran her hand across Spike's chiseled jaw. "You have such heat Spike, I can feel it. Why is that?"
"You, dear heart, have had a little too much to drink. Hell, more than a little and so have I. Maybe we should find you a nice hotel room after all…"
"You said I could stay with you and I am holding you to your word." She giggled again and grabbed his hand. "Take me home Spike, I need to lie down." She rose and swayed. Sitting down again she looked up at Spike.
"Help?" She dissolved in a fit of more giggles.
Spike rolled his eyes and tossed Willie two twenties. "That cover it?"
"Yeah, sure Spike. Hey, what are you doing with the little white witch anyway?" Willie dropped the money in his register.
"We were both feeling a little under appreciated and I thought a few drinks might soften…oh bugger, don't need to explain anything to you. But if Buffy or any of her mates ask, I wasn't here and neither was the bird. We clear?" Spike pulled Tara up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Here love, put your arms over my shoulders." Tara giggled again and nuzzled into his neck.
"I can see why you like necks so much, so soft," Tara ran her tongue along his collar bone and took a light nip. Spike shuddered at the sensation and took an unneeded breath.
"Little witch, you'd better stop playing with fire…"
"Or what?" Tara slurred. "Am I gonna get burned?" She looked deeply into his eyes.
He smirked down at her. "I'm not a nice man Tara, I'll take you drunk or sober."
"I don't care, just take me away." She gazed up at him, fire in her eyes.
She slept fitfully, all her dreams of Angel. He was holding her in his arms, smoothing her hair back, soothing her anguish. She felt a rush of heat as she felt his tongue run across her jaw causing more shivers. Buffy moaned as her eyes fluttered opened.
"Angel?" Was she still dreaming?
"Hi baby." Angel smiled at the pliable girl in his arms.
She tried to sit up only to have Angel pull her closer to him. "Angel? What are you doing here? What are you doing? Did something happen? Is something wrong?"
Angel sighed and loosened his hold on Buffy as he sat up against her headboard, pulling her with him. "The only wrong thing is that you weren't with me. I missed you and so here I am."
Feeling very confused but very comfortable, Buffy dug deeper into his arms. "We can't do this you know. If you stay here like this, well…I want you and I can't have you and that just isn't fair."
"Oh sweetheart, let me worry about what we can and can't do." He leaned over and began to unbutton her pajama top, placing a kiss on each newly exposed piece of flesh. Buffy moaned, unable to stop him and not wanting to, she leaned back against her pillow and drowsily waited to see what was going to happen.
Buffy stretched, a glorious languidness rushing through her body. She felt a welcoming soreness she hadn't felt in a very long time. She reached her arm over and felt Angel's cool body next to hers. Leaning up on her elbow, she looked down at his laughing eyes.
"So, what just happened? Why? How could we? Angel, I know it's you, how come you're still here? Okay, so maybe not perfection and bliss, but why did you take the chance?" Her face becoming more agitated with each question.
Angel raised his hands in supplication.
"Whoa sweetheart. One question at a time. Okay. Where to begin? So, what just happened? We made perfect love to each other. Why? Because I love you and I needed you and I have never stopped. How? Well, I could show you again…"
There was a wicked glint in his eye that made Buffy shiver.
"Okay, maybe later. It was pure bliss baby." He pulled her back into his arms and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Two years ago I met a woman, a witch, and I helped her. In return she asked me what my heart's desire was. Since I didn't really want anything in return I told her what I thought I could never have. My soul bound, to be with the only woman I could ever love. So, she bound my soul. Then said the rest was up to me."
Buffy sat up in bed and smacked him hard. "And why was I not informed of this 2 years ago?"
Angel grimaced and rubbed his chest. "You were with Riley and I thought you had found a normal life. Some peace, some happiness."
Buffy sighed. "Oh, normal. Yeah, I kinda remember what that's supposed to be. But it was never meant for my life Angel. As for peace and happiness? Only ever with you." She lay back in his arms and looked up at the ceiling, feeling the prick of tears at two lost years.
"So, where do we go from here?" She quietly asked.
"Where do you want to go from here? I'll go where ever you say. I left three years ago and it was the biggest mistake I made in almost three centuries of existence. I won't make the same mistake ever again. I've done some things baby. Things I'm ashamed of, things I would've never done if you had been in my life. Now all I want is to show you how much I love you and to show you all that you have to live for. All that we have to live for."
"Can it be that easy Angel? We've both been through so much, I mean I died again and all. And I've got a sister to take care of. And you, you've lived a life without me…" She couldn't go on, didn't want to. She wanted him to tell her none of it mattered, they could make it work. Buffy looked deeply into his eyes and waited.
He smiled that half smile that always sent her heart racing. "I won't lose you again. I won't walk away again, ever baby. We'll make it work sweetheart. Somehow, we'll make it work."
Buffy took a deep breath and smiled her first sincere smile since she had been brought back. She leaned back against him and closed her eyes.
"Okay, that's what I needed to hear."
Tara moaned as Spike slide between her legs again. They had been making love, okay she thought to herself, not making love, but certainly having incredible sex all night and it was almost mid-morning and Spike showed no signs of letting up.
"Please Spike, not again."
She almost sounded convincing, but when he began to move in her, she couldn't help but pick up the rhythm as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She had never been with a man and she wasn't sure what she had been getting into last night. Spike had brought her back to his crypt and had given her ample opportunity to back out of this. But Tara burned for him, she didn't know why. Maybe it was the need to push Willow's betrayal out of her mind and heart. Or maybe she was just giving into a fantasy, a crush, a desire she had fostered since the summer, her summer with Spike. All she knew was that when Spike had kissed her, when he had place his cool hands on her body and began to undress her, there was no going back for her. She wanted, needed him to show her what happened between a man and a woman. Or in this case, a vampire and a woman.
She arched her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. She felt herself begin the ascent and she tipped her head aside, allowing him access to her neck. Spike had asked her last night, blood play he had called it. 'I won't turn you love, but it'll make it so hot you won't believe it.' Since she was playing with fire she decided she might as well go all the way, so she looked into his eyes and nodded her accord. And he was right, which is why she was waiting for him to drink from her, just that small taste that would lift them both to heights she had never imagined.
Spike was unable to completely fathom all that he had experienced these past hours in Tara's arms, but he had to admit, this was most satisfied he had been in his whole undead life. His mind went back to the night before.
At first he had thought she would cower away, he had given her the chance. He had let her sober up a bit and gave her the option to back out. But she had just smiled at him and pushed her skirt from her hips and let it fall to the ground, her shirt soon followed. Spike had never realized what a woman she was, all curves and a delicious fullness that was all woman. He went to her and slipped her bra off, gasping at her full, heavy breasts. He cupped the weight of them and bent his head to encircle her nipple with his lips, suckling until her groans were unbearable, it was all he could do to contain the raging hard on in his pants. Next he knelt in front of her and pushed her panties down, breathing in her excitement. She was practically dripping with want. He ran his hand over her mound, smiling as she pushed back into to him. He stood away from her and stripped slowly, a feral grin on his face as she gasped once his erection was freed of his confining pants.
"Goddess Spike, you are so beautiful." She had draped one arm over her breasts, the other over center.
"Baby, don't, you're gorgeous. Never cover your self from me. You're a bleedin' goddess. I swear Tara, you should be painted. You're lush, delectable, all woman." He went to her and pulled her into his arms before lifting her and depositing her onto his bed.
Tare giggled as she hit the mattress. No one had ever been able to pick her up and Spike lifted her as if she were a feather. This was certainly a night for first, she thought.
She laid back, her eyes beckoning him. He growled as he crawled between her legs, not needing a second invitation.
When they had both come down from their latest climax, Spike turned to his white witch and laved the holes on her neck.
"So, lesbian, huh?" She had kept up with him all night and he was almost done in.
She gave a soft laugh. "I never defined myself as such. I just fell in love with Willow. And since I had never fallen in love with a man…" he felt her shrug, "didn't know if I could ever trust them." Her eyes were downcast. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look into her eyes.
"What happened?" He asked quietly. He felt an anger start to swell. If someone had hurt her he'd have to hunt them down and make them suffer.
She blinked at the expression on his face.
"Spike, no. Just my father and Lonnie, they hated me, all women I tend to think now, and I…well, the boys from high school back home…I was scared, unsure of myself. I thought I was some sort of demon and if I didn't watch myself I'd kill someone. So I drank and I smoked and I let my grades slide. I got into self abuse instead of boys I guess. And Dad and Lonnie, they made sure I didn't consider myself good enough. They were my only example of what men were like…that's why I left." Her voice faltered.
He felt her shrug in his arms. "And that was the best thing you ever did. Look how the scoobies took to you, more than good enough I'd say."
"They like me Spike, but I was just tolerated because I was with Willow. Dawn, she loves us, but Buffy, Xander, Giles, the core…" She looked up at him again. "You and me Spike, we're more alike then anyone would ever guess. Don't know what I'm going to do now, just know I can't go back, not after this. You made me feel whole, not just an appendage."
"An appendage? Oh sweet, you're never an after thought and you should never stand in the shadow. You're brilliant, a diamond, a sun. As for you and me being alike?" She felt him shrug. "I think we could have a good bit of fun, you know I care for you…we should…I'd like us to…" He wasn't sure what he was aiming for, just knew he wanted to spend time with the girl.
She felt his desire mixed with confusion and was confused as well. And exhilarated, he wanted her and he didn't want to lose her. He cared for her, but maybe she was reading too much into it. After only one night of sex, okay an incredible night of sex, but still, she didn't want to be hurt again by moving too fast.
"I don't know Spike. This was wonderful, indescribable actually." He felt her falter.
"No buts, just…let's take our time with this. We have time." She looked up at him.
"I'm not going anywhere just yet. I mean, I have to find a place to live." She looked around. "I can't live here, need a place to study. Need a shower with hot water." Tara smiled at him.
"I feel so much for you Spike, I did over the summer too, and I mean, this isn't just a rebound and if you want us to be more…I mean…." She was shocked by her own boldness. She had just left her girlfriend the night before, she felt so fickle, as she talked to a vampire about the possibility of a relationship. Her blush began to make its' way down her chest.
Spike laughed. "Oh pet, we are more. And I want to spend time with you, lots of time." He pulled her close to him.
"You are a great remedy for all that ails this fucked up vampire and I don't want to lose you. You're good for me and I can be good for you. Let's give it a go, see what happens?" She was a tonic, he hadn't given the slayer a thought and even now the thoughts weren't the usual. Yeah, his tonic, his cure.
Tara took a deep breath, taking in Spike smell, and smiled and she snuggled deeper into his arms. "I need some sleep right now. Let's talk about all the other stuff when we wake up."
Spike pulled the cover up over them and pulled her even closer. He smiled at the strange direction life could take for a chipped vampire and a sweet Wicca.
"Sleep sounds good pet."
Tara sighed, this feels good she thought, feels right. Funny how such an awful thing can turn into something positive. She smiled as she felt herself float into a blissful sleep. Poor Willow, she thought before she fully nodded off.