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Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Epilogue
By Miss Murchison
Sequel to A Glorious Morning Have I Seen
All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.
This is a sequel to
Glorious Morning I Have Seen, as I continue my mission to give
Joyce a fun storyline of her own. And, of course, lots of sex
A mildly AU early Season 5. Dawn doesn’t exist, and instead of
falling for Buffy, Spike has discovered the attractions of an older
for correcting my errors and for all the encouragement. And to
Piglet for the great manip of Spike
Joyce pulled her
warmest robe tightly around her as she sat on the couch and regarded her
company. She wasn't cold; if anything the room was too warm, with all
these unwanted bodies milling around. She was only trying to forget that
underneath the robe she was wearing the horrible housedress her sister had
sent her a few months ago as a birthday present. Thanks to the
painkillers that the nice nurse at the hospital had encouraged her to
swallow, the dress was bothering her a lot more than the stitches in her
Buffy had laid
the hated article of clothing out on the bed when Joyce had insisted on
cleaning up by herself in the bathroom. She hadn't the heart to say she
wouldn't wear it, even though the moment she'd opened the package, she'd
vowed it would never touch her skin. Now she was paying for her failure
to remember to drop it off the last time she'd made a donation to
The ugly, cheap
cotton dress had a Peter Pan collar and metal snaps up the front. It was
covered with crude drawings of cheery teapots and flowers, and the fabric
scratched her skin. The nasty little garment bespoke frugality,
middle-aged dowdiness, and utter sexlessness. It also shouted devotion to
motherhood and good housekeeping.
Joyce knew that
image of her comforted Buffy. So she wore the housedress. And hoped none
of the men in the house had noticed it.
She hoped even
more that all the men and women in her house would shortly take themselves
off and leave her in peace. Hank was sulking in an armchair across the
room, Giles was paging through yet another one of his ancient tomes by the
fireplace, and Willow was investigating something on the laptop she'd
propped open on the desk. More people were moving around the other
At least Xander
and Anya had made a quick exit earlier, and Joyce didn't anticipate their
return. Xander in particular was certain to keep a low profile, at least
until Hank was out of town.
couldn't come too soon for Joyce either. It had been some time after she
had regained consciousness before she'd fully understood the enormity of
what Xander had done to Hank. But after that, it had taken no time at all
for her to lose patience with his laments.
slipped on the accelerator," Hank was muttering over and over again. "He
said his foot slipped, but he must have floored it to do all that damage.
I mean, the airbags deployed! How could any man get that distracted when
Joyce stared at
the ceiling. You left Xander, the boy who can't say 'no,' alone with
his perpetually horny, uninhibited girlfriend, and you're wondering what
distracted him? Somehow, I think the accelerator wasn't the only thing
that got whacked in that SUV.
Of course, Hank
had always been hard to distract that way, so the idea might not occur to
him. Joyce remembered now how shocked he'd been on the one and only
occasion when she'd suggested that a vehicle might serve as something
other than either transportation or an object of adoration.
all men were so prudish. Hank's voice faded into the distance as she
drifted into a daydream about certain events that had occurred recently in
the back seat of Spike's De Soto.
"It's just a
truck, Dad." Buffy's sharp tone roused Joyce back to full consciousness.
She saw her daughter standing in the doorway, holding a tray of food.
to lament. "If only he'd hit the front bumper. It might have scratched
the military-style retrieval loops, but it wouldn't have caused as much
damage. But he backed right into the driver's side."
that bad a dent. You can take it back to Hummers 'R Us and they'll make
it good as new. I messed Mom's car up a lot worse than that last year and
she just made me pay for the deductible. She didn't go on and on about
it." Buffy set the tray down on the coffee table with an air of triumph.
"Just like she's not complaining about her leg now."
up then, slumping back into his chair and watching his family
resentfully. Joyce sat up straighter and regarded the contents of the
tray with some trepidation. She picked up a spoon and sniffed cautiously
at a bowl of thick, red liquid.
helped me with the tomato soup," Buffy confessed. "But I arranged the
crackers on the plate."
relieved, Joyce tucked into her invalid's meal. She had to admit that she
was pretty hungry after her busy night. But it did bother her that Hank's
visit was turning out to be a disaster all around. He was upset, and
Buffy was more disillusioned with him than ever.
Riley came into
the room then. "I finally got through to my insurance agent," he said in
a doleful voice.
Hank's nod of
greeting to his daughter's boyfriend was only polite. He was less pleased
with Riley this morning than he had been the day before. Not only had
Riley failed to protect the Hummer; it was Riley's SUV that had crashed
into it, damaging the glowing yellow fenders, denting the driver's side
door, and sheering off the power-folding, heated rearview mirror with the
curb assist feature. Although the SUV had been under Xander's command at
the time, it had been the agent of destruction. And Riley had entrusted
Xander with the keys.
And since the
SUV had been nearly destroyed in the impact itself, Riley was less than
pleased with the situation as well. Riley went over to the couch and
regarded his girlfriend earnestly. "Buffy, I need to go to the body shop
Buffy, glancing up briefly before returning to monitor her mother's soup
"Do you want to
come with me?" asked Riley plaintively.
"Uh, why?" asked
Buffy. "Cars. Buffy. These are not things that have a lot in common.
Besides, Giles wants me to help with research later."
Riley grumped a
bit and made his way out the door. "They may decide it's totaled, you
know. It may be the last time I see it." Joyce noted the abrupt, formal
quality of his farewell to Hank. I think this is the ending to a
Also, Riley was
clearly annoyed that his girlfriend hadn't rushed to hold his hand in his
moment of grief. And Buffy was less than pleased with Riley for being so
annoyed. Now, there's a silver lining.
forgotten that now that she'd taken care of the jaguar, she needed to get
rid of Riley. She just hadn't decided how to do it yet. She'd have to be
careful, and of course she wasn't planning on using anything as crude as a
dagger. The situation was much more delicate because, when the affair was
over, she didn't want Buffy to feel like she had been stabbed through the
was such a dear child, really. Look at her now, sitting on the couch next
to her mother, watching to make sure Joyce ate all of her soup.
roused from her plotting by the sound of Giles' voice. "You look better
now. But you seem tired."
all right," she said automatically, then thought better of it, and dropped
her spoon back on the tray, collapsing against the pillows. "Actually,
now that you mention it, I am sleepy."
case," said the Watcher, standing up and gathering some papers together.
"I'll continue my investigations at the Magic Box and let you rest. But
there is one thing I wanted to ask you before I left."
Joyce asked in as faint a tone as she could manage.
that I was writing up my report on this latest demonic activity, and one
point didn't seem clear. I was wondering what brought you to the park
last night," Giles shrugged into his jacket and regarded her expectantly.
She responded slowly and thoughtfully. And as truthfully as possible.
Because, of course, lying would be very, very wrong. "I was worried about
Buffy, you see—" She hesitated over her next words.
you bringing me hot chocolate again?" Buffy demanded. "Because you know
I've told you not to do that. It's dangerous." She grasped Joyce's hand
and held it tightly.
smiled. "But I like helping, dear." As usual, it had been unnecessary to
utter an actual untruth. She really couldn't be responsible if other
people insisted on perceiving her in a certain way. And came up with
their own explanations for her actions.
her a hug. "That's my mom," she said. "But I want you to be more careful
from now on."
looked up from her laptop. "That's funny, Joycie," she said. "I don't
remember seeing your thermos. Maybe we should go back and look for it.
Ow!" She glared up at Tara who had just passed unnecessarily close to her
girlfriend's chair on her way to hand a pile of papers to Giles. Tara
frowned at Willow.
frowned too. "I don't think you'll have much luck finding anything I lost
out there. I was running around a lot." But if you do come across a
pair of pink panties with the cutest little bows on the side . . .
She half-closed her eyes, hoping she looked too much like a confused
invalid to be subjected to more extensive questioning. Thanks to all
those lovely painkillers, it was easy.
Mom," Buffy said.
you be going to class?" Hank asked his daughter with a resentful glance at
said Buffy. "Once Giles has made sure this jaguar thing didn't travel up
here from Central America on a package tour with a bunch of other things
I'll have to kill or something like that." She smiled warmly at her
Watcher before turning back to her father. "Willow and Tara and I are
heading over to the Magic Box with him. Come on, Dad. I'll help you with
slitted eyelids, Joyce saw Hank glare at Giles before following Buffy to
the front door. She also noticed that Willow was finally powering down
her computer and slipping her belongings into a backpack. Tara picked up
the tray with its empty bowl and carried it off to the kitchen. Joyce
smiled wanly at the various occupants of the room as they paraded past her
on their way to resume their own busy lives.
were all gone at last. She was the only living soul in the house. Which
was just the way she'd come to like it.
floor below came the sound of a foot scraping on a stair. Then another,
and another. Joyce sank back into the sofa cushions and smiled as the
basement door slowly creaked open and a demon emerged into the hall.
right, love?" said Spike as he came into the living room.
be fine. They put in a few stitches at the hospital, and the doctor
thinks there may be a small scar, but that's all. Were you downstairs the
Was about to go hunting you down when they finally brought you back home.
Then I thought that bloody circus would never leave." He sat down on the
couch next to her, his eyes scanning her face. He seemed satisfied with
what he saw, because his features relaxed into a smile.
I couldn't let you know I was all right," she said, smiling back.
forward. "What's this?" The index finger of his left hand hooked onto
the neckline of her robe.
Remembering the horrible housedress too late, Joyce squeaked in dismay and
tried to pull the robe closer around her.
of a sudden, pet?"
exactly." She squirmed over to the other side of the couch.
it!" He lunged after her, tugging harder at the robe. "You're hurt worse
than you let on, aren't you? What did that bloody beast do—" He stopped,
staring at the housedress in horror. "Balls! Where did this little nasty
pulled the robe closed again, blushing hard. "My sister sent it. Buffy
found it for me to wear." She added apologetically, "I think it makes her
feel safe to see me dressed like this."
Slayer doesn't know what you are," said Spike, his anger fading slowly to
exasperated amusement. "Come here, pet. Let me get you out of that
disaster." More gently this time, he parted the folds of the robe, and
his fingers moved to undo the top snaps as he bent to kiss her.
opened her lips, kissing him back vigorously before protesting, "Yes, she
does. She knows I'm her Mom. She's just having trouble accepting that I
can be other things sometimes too."
muttered something that sounded like, "Another crazy Summers woman."
enjoying the way his fingers were slipping inside the dress and making her
nipples stand to attention too much to be offended, but she couldn't let
that comment pass. "Are you implying that insanity runs in my family,
anticipated, he couldn't resist the line she'd fed him. "Love, it
practically gallops," he chortled as he popped open a few more snaps.
she agreed, "But Buffy has a lot to deal with. She needs to think of me a
certain way so her entire life doesn't seem out of control."
a good thing you have me around to appreciate your finer points." His
lips had moved from hers now, and were busy inspecting her breasts. "Like
couldn't argue with that, especially since when she opened her mouth the
only thing that came out was an involuntary moan. He was worrying the
aureole and nipple of one breast carefully with blunt human teeth, while
strong fingers caressed the exact spot on the underside of the other that
drove her a very special kind of crazy. "Just don't be so hard on Buffy,"
she gasped at last. "She's only trying to take care of me."
the same goal. Just a different method." He ripped the housedress open
all the way down the front. "Here's looking at you, kid."
slid down her body, slipping across her ribs, belly, thighs. . . Then he
was on his knees before her, gently spreading her legs apart, and she
shivered in exquisite anticipation, as he . . . took her calf in his hands
and carefully examined the bandage covering her stitches.
mind that," she said, sitting up straighter. "I told you it'll be fine."
so sure," he said, sitting back on his heels and gazing up at her
earnestly, one eyebrow quirking upwards. "You're an invalid, that's what
you are. Need lots of rest and tending to."
"Precisely," said Joyce, reaching for him. "And I know just where I need
But he moved
backwards, away from her, sliding around the coffee table towards the
television. Now one corner of his mouth was twitching too. "I think you
need to avoid overexcitement, love. You want to be taking things slow.
Let me find something relaxing for you to watch. The home improvement
glared at him in exasperation, realizing she was being paid back for
teasing him during her last trip to his crypt. "All right, then.
But he only
picked up the TV Guide and started thumbing through it. "Now, if I
wasn't a rude, mannerless demon, that word might have an effect on me," he
said. "But since I am—"
Joyce bit her
lip, stopping herself before she could start to sputter and plead.
She reminded herself just how incapable Spike was of denying her anything
she really wanted. So she
wriggled her shoulders back more comfortably and took a deep breath,
pulling the housedress open even wider, splaying her fingers and sliding
them sensuously down her body. "Too bad. I may just have to take things
into my own hands. At least until my guy remembers he promised me to hunt
down some pussy." She began to suit her actions to her words.
guessed, this teasing was something he couldn't resist. His eyes glowing
first blue, then amber, then blue again, he dropped the magazine and
stalked towards her on hands and knees, the muscles in his shoulders and
back moving smoothly under his black t-shirt as he crossed the short
distance to her. She slouched further down on the couch as soft lips
caressed her calves and her thighs, moving slowly but surely towards the
right goal at last. Eyes closed, her head flung back against the sofa
cushions, she disarranged his platinum curls with her fingers. Her growls
and purrs of pleasure grew almost catlike as one strong hand slipped under
her, cupping her ass, and the thumb of the other moved to her clit, while
There was a sudden, discordant, choking noise. Joyce's head snapped
up. She turned to see Hank standing in the doorway. As he
stared at her incredulously, his clunky key ring slipped from his hand and landed on the floor with a clash that echoed sharply in the suddenly quiet room.
The impact jogged the keyless entry pad on the key ring and drew an
answering shriek from the central power, anti-theft security system of the
wounded yellow monster that had pulled back into Joyce's driveway while
she was busy with Spike.
For once, Hank didn't answer the call of his Hummer. "I—I left
the owner's manual on the kitchen counter when I called my insurance agent
earlier, and when I came back for it, I heard these noises—"
too stunned to move, but Spike was on his feet before the wail of the
Hummer faded into silence. Quickly, he pulled her robe around her
and moved to place himself between her and Hank's
fascinated gaze. "Stop looking at her, you pillock!" he roared.
a step backward and stammered. "I didn't mean—that is—" His natural
sense of entitlement kicked in and he added, "I was married to her for
eighteen years, after all!"
growled Spike. "Past tense. So keep your eyes off her!"
stood up, pulling the belt of her robe tight, and took Spike by the arm.
"Don't," she said. "It's not like he meant to."
think you owe me an explanation," Hank said stiffly.
sorry—" Joyce stopped, silenced by that long-standing promise she had
made to herself never to lie to her ex-husband.
that horrible day when she had realized her worst fears by finding Hank
nuzzling his secretary in a darkened office, she had occasionally indulged
in daydreams about producing a handsome boyfriend to show him up. True,
her fantasy had not included Hank interrupting her while an
apparently-much-younger boyfriend had his face buried in her crotch, but
that may have merely been a deficiency of her imagination.
She had been
shocked and embarrassed to find Hank staring at her and Spike.
But—sorry? That might be a bit of a stretch. It wasn't as if she'd been
doing anything wrong, although she did feel a bit of guilt over the
satisfaction she was getting from the look on her ex-husband's face. "I
never intended you to find out this way," she said sincerely. "But I
don't have to explain anything to you." She added candidly, "In fact, I
really think you should be able to figure it out for yourself.
Considering what was going on when you came in here."
attempted to demonstrate his grasp of the situation. "You're having an
affair with this—this—"
this," snarled Spike, switching to game face for a moment.
demonstrated a surprisingly good vertical jump and scurried back a few
feet towards the door. "He—he's one of those things Buffy told me about.
Demons, or vampires, or something. And you're sleeping with him?"
rolled her eyes. "Sometimes. But I usually don't get all that much
How could you do such a thing?"
growing bored with the continual exclamations of outrage. "Well, for one
thing I'm a lot better at it than you are."
face grew redder. "Oh, really? I suppose she told you that!"
and slouched back confidently, hands on his hips. "Didn't need to say a
word, mate. The first time I had her I could tell she'd never really been
given what she needed. And listen to you! You came in here because you
heard strange noises, eh? You don't even know what she sounds like when
she's really enjoying herself!"
fear of a few moments earlier, Hank moved forward, stabbing an angry
finger in Spike's direction. "You—you stay out of this! Joyce, you are
being completely irresponsible!"
between the two men, shoving Spike behind her and pushing Hank towards the
door. He staggered back, almost as surprised as he had been when Spike
switched to game face. Before he could protest, irate words spilled from
Joyce's mouth. "No, Hank, I am not irresponsible! A married man
running off with his secretary when his family needs him is
irresponsible. Breaking promises to visit the daughter who adores you is
irresponsible. Spending six figures on your own personal tank when your
child needs an education is irresponsible." Joyce panted, uncertain if she
were moved by overwhelming righteous anger, a painkiller-inspired lack of
self-control, or some combination of the two. "A divorced woman having
sex with her boyfriend is just having fun."
clearly unsettled by his ex-wife's unusual rage, but he continued to
sputter from the safety of the hallway. "It's just like you to act like
this is nothing to be ashamed of! But if you're so proud of yourself for
playing the slut with this—this thing, why haven't you told Buffy? You
can't tell me you're not hiding this from her."
lunged forward, but Joyce pushed herself between him and Hank again. "I
most certainly am not! I tried to tell her, but she didn't want to
true. It was like she wasn't able to hear what I was saying. It bothered
me, but then I read an article about it in Working Mother.
Sometimes a child just isn't ready for certain information about sex, so
they block it out. You just have to wait until they're more mature and
ready to listen. So that's what I'm doing with Buffy."
stared at her, openmouthed. "You read a parenting magazine for advice on
how to tell your twenty-year-old daughter you're having an affair with a
vampire?" Involuntarily, his gaze slid to Spike's.
shrugged. "Don't look at me, mate. That one's floored me too."
his head in bewilderment. Slowly, he bent and picked up his car keys,
trying to regain his dignity. "After what I've seen today, it doesn't
surprise me that Buffy is the way she is," he said stiffly.
said Joyce even more haughtily. When Hank blinked in astonishment at this
response, she added, "I'm proud of who Buffy is. So, thank you for
implying that I helped make her that way. Although I don't think I could
have made her any different, even if I'd wanted to. And, Hank, you'll
never be a real father to her again until you learn to be proud that your
little girl is the Slayer."
Hank shook his
head as if in disbelief. Spike stood back, relaxed now, a smirk of
satisfaction on his lips.
"That's too bad. Buffy could have used you in her life." She walked
over to the front door of her house and held it open. "Good-bye, Hank."
fair to blame people for accidents," Anya was saying. "Especially when
they're completely accidental. And not caused by contributory
negligence." She ticked off some items on a clipboard and frowned at a
display of candles.
was scanning the contents of one of the bookcases near the back wall of
the Magic Box, responded impatiently. "Xander backed Riley's truck into
my Dad's Hummer, Anya. Dad's not getting over that any time soon. But,
the good news? He doesn't live in Sunnydale. Which means Xander will
probably get to live."
avoids Riley," said Willow sotto voce. She smirked up at Giles and
Tara, who were seated with her around the table in the middle of the
room. They looked down, hiding smiles.
picked up a candle, looked at the tag on the bottom, and made another
checkmark. "I'm just saying that it's not as if I was doing anything that
could cause a thing like that to happen. Because Xander has explained to
me many times that having sex while driving is dangerous, so we would
never do that."
hunched over the tome that lay open on the table in front of him and
looked as if he were considering stuffing his fingers in his ears.
stomped back to the counter and set her clipboard down with a thump. "I
don't want certain pieces of evidence to be misconstrued. Because it's
not unusual for a man to forget to zip his fly, you know. Just because
he's hanging out a bit doesn't mean that someone was—"
dropped his head on his hands and kneaded his brow as if he were in pain.
"Can we never convince you that there are some things people simply don't
want to know?"
confused. "I don't understand. Because I was saying that there is
nothing to know—"
Before she could
continue, Tara rose, took her gently by the arm and led her to the back of
the room, offering softly worded advice.
on the counter rang and Willow picked it up. "Uh, yeah," she said in a
startled tone. She held the instrument out to the Slayer. "Buffy, it's
your dad. He sounds kind of upset."
the phone from Willow, and said, "Dad? What's wrong?"
Willow waited anxiously as Buffy listened to the voice squawking through
a few minutes, Buffy gave a confused laugh. "Dad, are you sure? Because
in a list of unlikely events, that's got to come somewhere between the Ice
Capades performing in hell and Christina Aguilera learning to sing."
shrugged. Whatever was bothering Hank didn't seem to involve an impending
apocalypse. He commented, a bit snidely, "Perhaps there's been yet
another Hummer-related incident."
got a disk jammed in the CD player," snickered Willow. "Did you find
anything in that codex?"
tracked down that text I was looking for last night. It contains what
purport to be instructions on how to kill the sacred jaguar."
blinked. "Purport to be?"
"Considering that Buffy destroyed it with a simple arrow to the heart, I
have to classify this as meaningless mumbo-jumbo. Unfortunate, because it
means I can't trust any of the rest of the information here, and some of
it looks quite interesting."
does it say?" Willow leaned over the table, squinting as she tried to
read the tiny, ornate text upside down.
adjusted his glasses and scanned the page. "First of all, that the jaguar
can only be destroyed by a special warrior who has completed a lengthy
ritual. All nonsense of course. Fortunately."
nonsense?" asked Tara, coming back to the table, with Anya at her heels.
Both Giles and Willow eyed the ex-demon warily.
right," said Anya, a bit resentfully. "Tara's explained to me that it's
considered rude to discuss having oral sex in moving vehicles, so I'm not
going to mention it any more."
sighed and looked apologetically at Giles and Willow. "Well, I tried,"
she said, pulling up a chair. "What's fortunate?"
found a bogus ritual," said Willow.
legend, apparently," said Giles. "Destroying the jaguar was supposed to
bestow special powers on the killer. But any warrior who could get this
power would have had to be very strong in the first place, most likely
some sort of demon. Before the ritual steps could even begin, it would
have spend years in self-denial and sacrifice for the sake of its home and
family. Then it would have to prove itself a fearless fighter in defense
of those it loved, and use a special weapon to slay an enemy in battle.
Then there's the ritual—a rather unpleasant one, using the blood of the
warrior's deceased beloved to infuse the consecrated weapon with the power
to kill the sacred jaguar. But the warrior also has to be ready to let
its own blood be shed by the beast. An immense combination of strength
and sacrifice." Giles stopped peering at the book and looked up at the
others. "It's hard to imagine something that strong and determined
existing in Sunnydale without us being aware of it."
it's a good thing the jaguar was killed before some big, strong whosis
came along, looking for all this special power," said Willow cheerfully.
"Because the last thing we need in Sunnydale is to have something like
that wandering around loose. There's no telling what it might decide to
do to pass the time."
hung up the phone and came over to the table, Giles closed the book and
dropped it on a pile to be shelved. "Is everything all right with your
father?" he asked.
down on the chair next to him and crossed her arms over the pile of
books. "He's wigged out completely, I think. He says he saw something at
the house, but it was kind of hard to get him calmed down enough to
describe it. And he left the house before me, so I don't understand how
he could have seen anything at all."
Sunnydale-style stuff?" asked Tara.
sure." Buffy looked puzzled. "I can't remember everything he said, but
it sounded like he thought my mom was having an orgy with a demon."
Willow made a choking noise, and Buffy began to laugh in response. "Yeah,
Will, you're right. It's just funny. Poor Dad, the whole thing with me
being the Slayer and his big yellow tank getting dented up has got him so
upset he's imagining things. I mean, we're talking about my mom here!
The only time there's any excitement in her life is when some demon breaks
into the house and smashes up the furniture."
naked foot caught on a cord and brought a lamp crashing down in the middle
of the living room. Joyce moaned and cried out, but she didn't seem to be
aware of the destruction of her property. Considerately, Spike rolled
both of them away from the broken shards and closer to the front door.
wasn't Hank coming back, was it?" she asked a few seconds later, when
other sensations stopped reverberating sufficiently for her brain to
register the noise.
worry, pet, we're all alone here," he assured her. "Just you and me, and
the rags of that bloody awful dress."
giggled, glancing around at the scraps of clothing lying all over the
floor, and vaguely noticing the disaster of the lamp for the first time.
Spike had vowed she would never be in danger of wearing the hated symbol
of dowdiness again, and had vamped out for the sole purpose of tearing it
to shreds with his fangs.
"Your ex must be
a hundred miles from Sunnydale by now, love," he was saying now, as he
leaned over her, supporting his upper body with his hands palm down on the
floor, and moving his hips smoothly as he thrust hard into her. "With his
knickers still in a twist, most likely."
panted Joyce. "He's probably rationalized away everything that happened
here. I'll bet he forgets all about it by the time he gets to LA."
man could forget you, how any man could leave you—" he muttered. "I
you're different," she said, lying back and glorying in the feel of his
body moving over hers. "You're different from anyone else. Wonderfully
he caught her wrists up and held them over her head, leaning his face
close to hers. Her eyes snapped open in surprise as he asked, "I need to
know, pet. What is this to you? This thing we have?"
Her hips shifted, impatient with his sudden stillness.
He didn't move.
"Yeah. This thing. Where do you think it's going? Where do you think
we're going, you and me?"
Joyce's eyes focused clearly on his now, and she stopped thrashing beneath
him. Her lips relaxed in a long, slow smile. "I have no idea."
seem to bother you."
her hips against his and rolled him over again, pulling her wrists away
from his grasp and taking hold of his forearms instead. She held his arms
up over his head now, smiling down at him. "Let me tell you a story,
Spike. About my marriage."
his mouth to object to hearing anything that had to do with Hank Summers,
thought better of it, and lay quietly, eyes fixed on her face, listening
married Hank, I was sure I was making the right decision for my future. I
had everything all planned. We'd have secure jobs, at least one perfect
child, and a nice house that I'd have fun decorating. And we'd love each
other forever. For a long time, that all seemed to be coming true, at
least on the outside. But I didn't like working for someone else, our
beautiful daughter was obviously troubled in a way I couldn't understand,
and a nice house didn't seem like much compensation for the things that
were going wrong. And I used a lot of energy refusing to admit to myself
that Hank didn't turn me on much any more, and that he'd never really
satisfied me in bed."
was sad, as she recalled that time, and her grip on his arms relaxed. He
reached up and traced the frown on her lips until the corners quirked
upwards again. She continued her story. "So, the more I planned, the
more carefully I tried to map out my family's future, the more miserable I
got. Then my marriage fell apart completely, and I was forced to move and
start my own business, which isn't nearly as fancy as the place I worked
before. And not only is this house not as nice as the one I had in LA, it
keeps getting damaged by marauding demons. And, hardest of all, I found
out my daughter was the Slayer and risking her life on a nightly basis."
shuddered a little at that memory, and he pulled her down toward him. She
snuggled into his chest, holding onto his shoulders for reassurance. "And
I got you. All unplanned. All scary as hell. And completely crazy. I
know you think I don't realize how scary and crazy this is, but I do."
her head and he saw tears on her cheeks. He rolled them over again, as if
to place his body between her and the scary things in her world, as he
kissed those tears away tenderly. Slowly, gently, he began to thrust
inside her again, and she spread her legs wider, opening to him, accepting
him as deeply inside her as she could.
could think of any words of comfort to match his actions, she spoke.
"But, you know something else, Spike? All this scary stuff has made me
happier right now than I've ever been. I'm my own boss, and not only do I
get to redecorate this place all the time, I can buy most of the supplies
I need at cost. And my little girl is an amazing woman who makes me
incredibly proud. I'm terrified for her all the time, but I also know
there's no perfect safety for anyone."
One of Joyce's
hands was caught between their bodies, and she pressed it hard against the
place where, on a real man, she would have been able to feel a beating
heart. "And my undead boyfriend makes me feel more alive than I'd ever
thought possible." She was tracing the line of his right cheekbone with
her other hand, and he turned his head to catch her little finger in his
mouth and suck on it.
her breath, and her eyes half-closed, her voice trailing off dreamily.
"So I've decided I'm not planning for the future any more. I'm not even
thinking about it much. I'm just living now, in the present tense. Right
now, I'm content—"
things as they come?" he finished for her.
opened wide, sparkling with sudden mischief. "Or to take whatever makes
with laughter. "Well, love, I think I have something that can help with
was done proving it, the day was considerably older, and several bits of
Joyce's furniture were considerably more battered—to her complete lack of
in the basement where Spike had hidden it behind the washing machine, the
Guecubu's knife glowed dimly, patiently waiting to be claimed by the hand
that had earned the right to wield it.
kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh . . .
No matter what the future brings, as time goes by . . .
That's the end
of Present Tense, but I've linked in this
most of which was posted on my Live Journal a few months back. It
should help answer the question I've been asked most often in feedback
about my Spike/Joyce stories.
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