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still_grrrI wrote this and posted it in December of last year. I hope it is new to some of you.
Title: If Wishes Were Horses
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: FRM/R
Word Count: 418
Prompt: Prompt 31 - Tara
Characters/Pairing (if any): Tara/Spike
A/N: This is set in Season Six. Some things end before they ever begin.
If Wishes Were Horses
He’s not really sure why she’s in his bed, but he’s drunk and angry and horny and not inclined to look a gift shag in the mouth. So the fact that he’s never thought of Tara this way before really doesn’t mean much right now. What matters is that she’s warm and willing and here, more here than he’d be comfortable with if he was sober enough to think.
He’s inside her before he really knows what he’s doing and he’s sorry the minute it happens. The minute he realizes she wasn’t ready and that he’s hurt her. He can smell the blood, knows he’s the first man she’s ever been with, and he wishes he’d been slower and more gentle. But she doesn’t protest, just urges him on.
It’s clumsy, the way she moves against him, and for a moment he thinks uncharitably that if she’s like this with Willow, it’s no wonder the girl went looking for magic somewhere else. But then Tara looks at him, really looks at him, with the sweetest, kindest eyes and he wonders if there is magic anywhere else. Because the way she’s looking at him makes him feel more real, more whole, more enough than he’s felt in...well, in longer than he’s inclined to think about; it’s too much.
The sex is finished almost as soon as it began. Quick and awkward and not very satisfying for either of them, he knows. Spike reaches out as Tara gets up and puts her clothes on. He wants her to stay, wants to try to at least give her a reason not to regret this completely. He’s stunned when she looks at him with those eyes again and smiles so gently that a piece of him breaks in two.
He wants to speak, to say something, anything, that will let her know that he’s sorry, that he wanted to do more for her, to be more for her, but the words don’t come. It doesn’t matter though, because there’s so much understanding in her eyes. She walks back to him and leans down, kissing him. Her lips are as sweet as sugar and as soft as butterfly wings and he prays to whatever god might hear the prayers of a chipped vampire that he’ll never forget that kiss. Her hands are as gentle as her eyes as she strokes his cheek.
“You’re a good man,” she says as she leaves.
It will be a long time before Spike knows what she means.
The End.
Title: If Wishes Were Horses
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: FRM/R
Word Count: 418
Prompt: Prompt 31 - Tara
Characters/Pairing (if any): Tara/Spike
A/N: This is set in Season Six. Some things end before they ever begin.
If Wishes Were Horses
He’s not really sure why she’s in his bed, but he’s drunk and angry and horny and not inclined to look a gift shag in the mouth. So the fact that he’s never thought of Tara this way before really doesn’t mean much right now. What matters is that she’s warm and willing and here, more here than he’d be comfortable with if he was sober enough to think.
He’s inside her before he really knows what he’s doing and he’s sorry the minute it happens. The minute he realizes she wasn’t ready and that he’s hurt her. He can smell the blood, knows he’s the first man she’s ever been with, and he wishes he’d been slower and more gentle. But she doesn’t protest, just urges him on.
It’s clumsy, the way she moves against him, and for a moment he thinks uncharitably that if she’s like this with Willow, it’s no wonder the girl went looking for magic somewhere else. But then Tara looks at him, really looks at him, with the sweetest, kindest eyes and he wonders if there is magic anywhere else. Because the way she’s looking at him makes him feel more real, more whole, more enough than he’s felt in...well, in longer than he’s inclined to think about; it’s too much.
The sex is finished almost as soon as it began. Quick and awkward and not very satisfying for either of them, he knows. Spike reaches out as Tara gets up and puts her clothes on. He wants her to stay, wants to try to at least give her a reason not to regret this completely. He’s stunned when she looks at him with those eyes again and smiles so gently that a piece of him breaks in two.
He wants to speak, to say something, anything, that will let her know that he’s sorry, that he wanted to do more for her, to be more for her, but the words don’t come. It doesn’t matter though, because there’s so much understanding in her eyes. She walks back to him and leans down, kissing him. Her lips are as sweet as sugar and as soft as butterfly wings and he prays to whatever god might hear the prayers of a chipped vampire that he’ll never forget that kiss. Her hands are as gentle as her eyes as she strokes his cheek.
“You’re a good man,” she says as she leaves.
It will be a long time before Spike knows what she means.
The End.
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Date: 2007-10-26 03:58 pm (UTC)So lovely, sweetie!
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