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Buffy had an email account with the university that she checked about once a month to delete all the junk. Nobody ever emailed her at that account…or any account for that matter…so when she logged on for her monthly purging, she didn’t expect to find anything that exciting. So she almost did a double take when she saw the name at the top of her Inbox.
Tara Maclay
“Damn,” Buffy muttered.
“What?” Spike asked.
“Just an email.”
Spike shrugged. He wasn’t very interested. He turned his attention back to the TV.
“What are you watching?” She asked.
“Porn.”
“Are you really?”
“Yes.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Why?”
“Nothing else on this time of night.”
“Well, that makes perfect sense,” she said under her breath as she opened the email. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to read it, but she couldn’t bring herself to trash it either. It wasn’t that long…even so, Buffy’s stomach dropped with dread.
Buffy,
I don’t know if you’ll read this, but I had to try. Time and a little distance has put things in perspective, and I couldn’t go another day without writing you.
I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did, or said what I said. I shouldn’t have tried to push Spike away from you. The only explanation I have is that at the time I really thought I was just doing what was best for you—I wanted to make sure that you would always be happy and taken care of. I was wrapped up in my emotions and blinded—my feelings got in the way of my good sense.
I hope you, and Spike, will accept my apology. I’m in England right now, staying with some cousins. I’ll understand if I don’t receive a reply to this—but I do hope you believe me. Please, Buffy, I never meant for this to go so far, and I’m sorry.
Take care of yourself,
Tara.
“Well…damn.”
“What now?”
“The email.”
“Who is it from?”
“Tara.”
Spike turned around and looked at her. “What does she want?”
“To apologize, apparently.”
“Oh.”
“Is that all you have to say?”
Spike shrugged and turned back to his movie.
“Do you want me to reply to her?’
“If you want.”
“Are you mad she emailed?”
“I’m not mad, Buffy.” And unlike the other times he said it, she could see he really meant it.
“Well, then, what should I say to her?”
“Um…thank you?”
“Should I accept it?”
“If you want.”
“You are absolutely no help, Spike.”
“I told you to thank her.”
“What’s going on in the porn?”
“The guy in the hat is fucking the blonde.”
Buffy looked up. There were three men in hats in the frame. “I can’t respond to this right now. My brain is too fuzzy to think about it.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not going anywhere. Come and watch this with me.”
“It’s soft core,” she complained.
“I can buy you some harder stuff, if you like. Look, I can order it right now.”
“No, don’t worry about it.” She plopped down on the couch next to him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Why aren’t I sleepy? I should be sleepy.”
“Yes you should be,” he agreed.
“Aren’t you?”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Then why are we still up?”
“You’re the one who wanted to get some food.”
“Yeah well, I was hungry.” The man in the hat wasn’t fucking the blonde anymore. Now he had a red head. “Do you think she’s hot?”
“No.”
“Yes you do.”
“No, I really don’t.”
“Why not?”
“She’s not you.”
“That’s sweet, Spike, but you’re probably going to get laid whether or not you sweet talk me.”
“It’s not just talk. You’re ruined me for other women.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?”
“Yes.”
“You should take me to bed.”
Spike turned the TV off. “Let’s go.”
Buffy stumbled into the bedroom and fell on the bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy. Her eyes were heavy, and her head felt like it was full of cotton. She yawned. “I think I’m going to fall asleep now.”
Buffy burrowed on the blankets and turned on her side. Spike crawled into bed with her, and curled up behind her. “Now? I was just going to have my wicked way with you.”
“Too late for wickedness…”
“Is it?” He forced her legs apart with his knee. “It seems like just the right time for wickedness.”
Spike position his cock, and then slid into her slowly with an audible sigh. “See?”
“Mmmm. Yeah, just right.”
He moved slowly, with no real rhythm. He pulled out, paused, kissed her neck, let his fingers linger on her breasts, and then pushed into her again.
“Don’t want anybody else, Buffy.” Out again, nearly all the way. His fingers ran over her hip and snuck in between her legs. “Don’t need anybody else.” In now. His fingers made their way between her lips and rubbed her slowly. “Believe me?”
“Mmmm…”
“You should.” He moved both his fingers and his cock out of her. He waved his wet finger in front of her face, touching her lips lightly with it, and then bringing it to his own mouth. “Nobody could taste as beautiful as you…” In. “Or feel as sweet.”
Spike gripped her hips then and picked up his pace, creating a steady rhythm. He didn’t speak again. The only sound was his hard breathing in her ear, and her answering moans. She felt like she was drifting, like she was dreaming, like she would fall asleep and wake up and he would still be inside of her.
She felt his hot mouth on her shoulder and tilted her head forward so he would have access to the back of her neck. His lips played with her delicate skin as he mouth silent words. She knew what he was saying though.
“Spike?”
“Yes pet?”
“Can’t…keep…my eyes open.”
“S’ok, love. Close them.”
He slowly rocked her to sleep, filling her and her dreams.
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aww sweet and smutty
Reading your story is like sitting in front of a nice fireplace in heaven, feeling the warmth of the flames of hell.
More i beg of you, more.
Your devoted worshipper.
CyberWitch.
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wow...couldn't have put it better myself. :]
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people are going to think there's something wrong with me.
i love the way they're easing into this new life, and it is that: a new life. things are familiar to them, but not the same.
the email from tara was a nice touch. i knew that she would have to resurface somehow [though another writer would probably have just written her off after her last scene.] it was nice to see her "put things in perspective" and realize her mistake. it gives her character dimension and even if we never see her again, we think of her as a nice person that made a mistake, not a manipulative user.
that's what tends to happen in RL and in fiction. someone does something wrong and it labels them; puts them in a box for all time, when there is no follow up. and i love that you didn't draw it out. no residual anger from spike, and why would there be? nice.
for some reason these little glimpses into their settling domesticity are my favorite. sweet, simple and without much fanfare.
very well done.
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Tara in England?
Birthplace of Spike.
Hmmmmm...
Anne
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Well I hope it's fixed, because I'm about to burst! The way you've been peeling away Spike's layers, opening him up and making him vulnerable and Buffy really taking strides in growing up has been painful to read but delicious at the same time.
And Tara's letter is a nice way to start bring it back full circle again.
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