RockStarPeach

seasonal_sd

Title:  Tangerine

Pairing:  Spike/Dru

Rating:  R

Summary:  A final meeting.  Takes place a couple of hours after one of my other stories He Thinks, but you in no way have to read that to understand what’s happening here.  You just need to know that it takes place during Not Fade Away, after Spike’s poetry reading and before the battle in the alley.

Tangerine

The sound of applause was like a choir of Angels to his ears as Spike stepped down off the stage at the back of the dingy bar.  He shook his head a little, grinning and growling to himself, revelling in the praise and pulled his duster closed around him, preparing to head out into the night.

He couldn’t stick around for last call, or drink those seven more shots of whiskey like he wanted to.  He needed to keep his wits about him; he had something else planned for the night.  Alright fine, Angel had something planned for him, but he’d been the first to agree to it.  He was going to be a hero.

He exited the dive into the alley out back, only slightly staggering, very proud of himself for remaining so sober, and as the cool night air hit him he shivered.  That was odd.  The cold didn’t usually affect him like that.  He shook it off and kept walking.  He had somewhere to be.

After a few steps, not only did the shiver not subside, it was soon joined by a tingle and distinctly uncomfortable weight in his gut.  Vampire.  Just one.  Close by.  He stopped, closed his eyes and took in a deep, centering breath.  Suddenly he snapped his eyes open and whizzed around, coming face to face with the one he had started this evenings disturbing, maudlin journey of self reflection on.

Drusilla.

As he stood face to face the living reflection of his deepest dreams, his mind was blank; he was unable to think what it was he should be doing.  Then so many thoughts ran through all at once and he was almost unable to distinguish them.  He crossed the distance separating them in a blink, and grabbed her, holding her tightly to his chest, because his every instinct was in agreement on that action.

Then he was torn between kissing her, throwing her down on the hard pavement and once again lighting his body on fire with the flames of his dark princess, and taking the stake out of his pocket and dusting her once and for all, like he knew he probably should, like Angel had done to Darla.

In the half a second he took to consider his choices, he realised it was no choice at all.  He reached forward a hand and tilted up her chin so he was looking into her sweet delicate face, all the innocence of a schoolgirl looking back at him, and he gently, reverently pressed his lips to hers.

All at once he didn’t know why he had been considering anyone else at all this evening.  His entire world began and ended with this delicious demon in front of him, and as she scratched a nail down his cheek, drawing a thin trail of blood, he willingly surrendered his soul to his beautiful devil.

Vampire faces soon emerged, but they didn’t take away from the sweetness of the kiss, both taking excruciating care not to wound the other any more than necessary to draw tiny little lines of blood to be licked up, to titillate their senses, encourage their hunger for a feast long denied.

It wasn’t long before Spike was almost lost in the bone-melting sensations of his dark plum, and not long after that before Drusilla pulled back, pouting at Spike, and he shook himself out of the lust and recognised that she had come with a message.

“It’s all over, my Spike,” she told him.

He desperately wanted to deny it, thinking she meant it was over between them.  “No, no it’s far from over, my sweet, wicked queen.  We’ve only just found each other again, and this is only the beginning.”  He bent to capture her lips with his again, and she allowed it for another moment.

She pulled away, placing a finger over his lips to prevent him following.  “No, my sweet Spike, you don’t hear what the dollies tell me.”  She chuckled, madly, and looked up into his face, grabbing it between her hands and said, “You never did.  You pretended, but Miss Edith knew.  Knew you laughed at her and wouldn’t listen.  But now you will,” she warned.

Spike’s features creased in confusion.  Dru was right.  He had always thought she was a bit off her nut when it came to these sights of hers, but he had also learned that sometimes her warnings needed heeding.  “Alright Dru, what are you on about?  What’s over?”

“Everything,” she answered, looking all around them, at the alley, the people walking down the street, the sky above them.  “It’s all over.  Daddy’s made a deal to end it all.”  She looked up into her sweet prince’s eyes.  “Made a deal to end him and you.  I had to come to say goodbye.”

“Dru, that’s crazy talk love.  We’re gonna be fine,” he said, even as he didn’t believe it.  “Me and Angel, we’re gonna be fine.”

Drusilla gave a non-committal moan, tilting her head back, and then smiled as she kissed Spike on the cheek.  “Just one more time with you, my sweet.   That’s all I want.”

He didn’t care that he had a soul.  He didn’t care that she didn’t.  He attacked her mouth with as much vigour as she attacked his.  Both wanting to find some sort of eternal rest in the other, some part of them sure that this would be the end Miss Edith purported.   

After several minutes Spike blinked and looked around, confused as he found himself on the alley floor, atop his dark princess, but having no idea how they had gotten to that position.  She only smiled at him when he looked down at her, and as old urges kicked in, he wasted no time pushing her skirts aside and opening his pants enough to slide his impossibly hard cock into her sweet, cool folds.

She screamed and cooed and egged him on as she always did, and he ploughed into her, and didn’t stop to think about how he wished she would always be with him, how even though she didn’t have a soul, he could still control her behaviour and maybe make her wish she had one, like he had. 

He wanted this for his Goddess so badly that the thought didn’t cross his mind that he didn’t mean that much to her.  That even though he’d been able to love enough to get his soul, Dru couldn’t ever have the same motivation.  She loved him, he knew that, but…

It didn’t matter.  Spike thrust inside her, pushing, chasing after a long gone fantasy, and Dru pushed back against him, driving Spike deeper, driving them both toward a delicious, bittersweet climax.

Dru called out in ecstasy and her hands clasped into the cement under her body and she murmured after her pleasure, “Spike, no, no no no, don’t leave me my love.  We can be together.”

Spike panted unnecessarily after he had come down from his own ejaculation and told her, “Of course, princess.  I’ll not leave you.  You’ve come back to me.  We can be together now.  No matter what,” and no matter what his conscience told him, in that one moment he believed it. 

Dru basked in the lie for only a moment before she got up from underneath her love and stood before him, waiting as he righted himself in front of her.

“I have something to do tonight, Dru,” he told her, knowing she already knew what he was planning.  “I have to… help.  But when it’s done I’ll come for you.  We’ll have our time, and we’ll be together, and…” he trailed off, realising that it probably wasn’t going to happen.  Either he would be killed, or Dru would leave him to deal with Angel alone, or something even more unthinkable would happen to leave him without the chance to be with his Goddess once and for all.

He tried not to think about that unthinkable thing as Dru backed up, moving away from him down the alley, leaving him alone and desperate, wishing Angel were here with him in a way that he never had before.

He had to use his vampire hearing to pick up the delicate whisper of “I love you, my William, I always will,” that was set upon the slight breeze as Dru exited the alley.

Spike willed himself to forget about the meeting, if only temporarily.  Dru would be there when he had completed his task.    He was sure of it.  Their time was still to come.  For now he had other work.

He stood up straight, righted his duster around himself, and headed out of the back road toward the Fell Brethren and the baby.  He had to go be a hero.

END