The Dance


by Saber ShadowKitten
The Game: Part 2




Part One



"Spike? Are we there yet?" Buffy mumbled as she slowly came awake. Prying her heavy eyes open, the first thing she saw was a window.

A window with sun streaming through it.

Sitting up straight, the Slayer looked wildly around her, taking in the wide seats, the other passengers and, finally, the long, leather duster on her lap. She fingered the soft material, her face turning from anxious to sad as the tears welled up in her eyes.

"Good morning, Ms. Summers," a stewardess said, stopping by seat number three where Buffy was located. "Can I get you anything?"

"Where isdid you see the man I was with?" Buffy asked her. "Kinda tall, white blond hair?"

The stewardess smiled softly. "Im sorry, but he stayed in Brazil."

Buffy pressed her lips together and nodded. "Thanks."

"If you need anything, press the call button. There are headphones in the pocket in front of you if youd like to listen to music. And any phone calls youd like to make are free."

Buffy nodded again, and turned to the window as the stewardess moved off. She took a deep, unsteady breath, bringing the familiar coat up around her neck, and let the tears fall. They hit the leather without any noise, rolling down its surface as if it were crying, as well. *You knew it wouldnt work,* she thought to herself, her eyes not seeing the white clouds that billowed under the plane like a sea of fluff. *Hes a vampire, youre the Slayer, end of story.*

Shakily, she leaned forward to pull out the headphones, plugging them into the slot on her armrest. Putting them over her ears, Buffy pressed the different channel buttons until she found some soft music. She leaned back on the seat and closed her eyes.

Looking back on the memory of the dance we shared neath the stars above.
For a moment, all the world was right.
How could I have known that youd ever say good-bye.

Buffy pictured him in the moonlight the first night at the pool. It had caressed his pale skin, emphasizing his taut muscles, the leanness of his form. The shadows had deepened in his cheeks, making him all the more beautiful, the light from the moon glinting off his platinum blond hair. It was if he stepped out of a museum, carved from the perfect white marble, as if each detail were finely etched by Michelangelo himself.

And now, Im glad I didnt know
the way it all would end,
the way it all would go.

She remembered the way he had kissed her so tenderly the first time, his lips meeting hers hesitantly, wary, ready to stop at the slightest protest. They were cool, soft, yet strong as the kiss deepened slightly. Her breath had caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat as his tongue brushed her lower lip, asking for permission. When she responded, she had inhaled deeply, and the pure maleness of his scent made her insides tighten, her heart speed up.

Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but Id of had to miss the dance.

His touch had been gentle yet possessive, tender yet strong as he caressed her skin. His cool fingers had moved over her, sending shivers along her spine. But when his eyes traced the same path as his hand, her entire body tensed with anticipation, with excitement, with desire.

Holding you, I held everything.
For a moment, wasnt I the king?

It had been the single, most earth-shattering moment of her life when he joined with her, his hard shaft filling her, moving in her. Her body felt like it was on fire, each nerve ending crackling with energy begging for release. Even in her limited experience, she had known that was how it was meant to be, that was what the books wrote of, that was what the higher powers intended when man and woman were created.

But if Id only known how the king would fall.
Hey, whos to say?
You know I might have changed it all.

When his blue eyes met hers, they burned with an intensity that shook her at the core, sending her crashing over the edge. Her whole body felt as though shed dove into a freezing lake on a scorching day. Starbursts of colors flew behind her eyes as she squeezed them tightly shut, her muscles quivering, her body melting into his. And when he gasped her name, her real name, as he joined her in the abyss, it made her heart pound so hard she had been afraid it would burst.

And now, Im glad I didnt know
the way it would end,
the way it all would go.

He had held her afterwards, his hand running lightly up and down her arm, not wanting to break contact. They had crossed a line that day from mortal enemies to something indefinable, something more than just lovers. It showed in the way he had held her smaller hand in his while they walked, the way his voice had shook when he saw the shack on top of the cliff, the way he possessed her when theyd returned to the pool.

Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but Id of had to miss the dance.

She remembered the panic in his voice when the skin ripped off her hand, the way he called out her real name, descending to her side in an instant as if he sprouted wings. She remembered the way he screamed at her, hateful things, cutting to the heart of her insecurities. All to try and save her life. Then afterwards, the way he had cleansed and bandaged her hands, despite the bloodlust that had to have been screaming inside of him.

Yes my life,
its better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain

The kiss on the small plane, what was to be their last kiss, touched her soul, making her want to deny that he was a killer, that he was a demon, that it was her sacred duty to destroy him. But he had taken the decision off of her hands, making what would have been the hardest choice of her life, leaving her with nothing but the memory of his touch, of his voice, of his cool lips on hersand his leather duster.

But Id of had to miss the dance.

Buffy wiped the tears from her face, then removed the headphones. She took a deep, shaky breath, picking up the air phone on the back of the seat and dialing the familiar numbers. "The library please," she said into the receiver.

"Hello, Giles? Im on my way home."


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