the cocktease meme...From thatotherperv

[willow_25]

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Just so y'all know I'm actually writing...

Spike leaned back in his chair, watching Michael polish off his late night/early morning snack.  He agreed with Joyce that he would eventually have to get the boy off of the nocturnal schedule they’d been keeping, but for now he enjoyed being able to take the tyke outside with him.  Michael pushed the bottle away from his mouth, and Spike smiled faintly as he placed the bottle on the table and shifted the wiggling baby to his shoulder.  Good thing his shirts were wash-and-wear; baby spit-up was gross for a minute, but it came out easy enough in the wash.   No way you’d see him with a nappy hanging off his shoulder like some wanker.

 

Buffy tensed as Spike smiled and shifted the baby.  God, was Spike going to FEED from him?  But, the chip…

 

Buffy blinked as the vampire patted the baby on the back, and began to sing.  Spike could sing?  She snuck closer to the house, keeping a shrubbery between her and Spike.

 

Oh it’s so funny to be seein’ you after so long, girl,

And with the way you look I’d understand if you were not impressed,

But I heard you let that little friend of mine,

Take off your party dress,

 

Buffy sniffed.  She didn’t recognize the song, but it did not seem like the right kind of lullaby for a little one.  Spike was gonna corrupt the baby.

 

Alison, I know this world is killing you,

Oh, Alison, my aim is true.

 

Oh.  Alison was the baby’s mom’s name; the witch Tara had met briefly at the coven meeting.  Spike was singing a song with the baby’s mom’s name in it.  That was almost…Sweet.  Buffy shook herself.  Spike was being sweet.  She wondered how Giles had missed the arrival of the apocalypse.

Willow took the purified athame she had carefully prepared for this ritual, gave a blessing to the Goddess, and took a deep breath.  Then, she used the athame to slit her wrists, and began chanting:

 

Two Warriors, drawn together by fate,

Save the world but lose each other,

Suffering great loss and heartache.

 

I call upon you, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and War.

 

I offer my life blood, the sacrifice of myself on this plane,

Take the Warriors, Buffy and Spike, by name,

To a place and time where they can start again,

The souls, hearts, and memories of these two,

Transported through reality, reunite in purpose and love.

 

I ask you, Goddess, grant this final wish of your most humble,

Love, life, and fate times three,

As I will, so mote it be.

 

As the magickal wind whipped her hair around her face, Willow said her goodbyes.  Not in person, there wasn’t time for that; but in her heart she said goodbye to Buffy, Xander, Giles, and all the rest.  If they survived this strange new world after Sunnydale, good for them.  Willow just hoped her sacrifice would create a better world, even if those she left behind here never saw it.  When the Wiccan bled her last, there was a smile on her face.

"Oh, yes…Sweet hell…Oh, right there, right there, right there…"

 

Spike wanted to remove his tongue from her and remind the silly bint that he'd been 'right there' for nearly an hour, she'd already had three orgasms, and damnit-all if it wasn't his turn.  Then again, she did taste good, and it was a riot to see the usually composed and decorous blonde thrashing and whimpering.  Which she did again, in short order.

 

Finally, Darla's nails pulled free from his shoulders, her legs unwrapped from around his neck, and the smiling woman held her arms out to him.  "Well, come in then," She murmured.

 

 

 

Comments

[kallie-kat.livejournal.com]

Wow, I loved the Willow one...so very strong and emotional. Great job!

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I had the hardest time writing the spell part. Glad you liked.