She would not give in to her thoughts of him coming back for her. Nor would she dare to dream that he still wanted her the way she wanted him. No, she would not make him aware that he was the one who made her world complete, and brought her to her knees. He would not stand there with his righteous anger, and tight body and leather pants and make her miss him. She woudn’t give him the satisfaction. Satisfaction oh what she could do with a little satisfaction in her life. With her new outlook on the evening to come her erotic dance picked up and was carried out longer for his pleasure. Only him. She noticed the quite footsteps of those who knew better. Dragging with them those who didn't. This was one more battle she was sure her heart would not win. And when he left her again for the bright lights and lost souls in LA she would revel in the fact she could even still love. How could you love anything with a broken heart? But more importantly how could you love anybody else when the only man you love keeps your heart from others? For himself. For his pleasure, pain. Love. Does he still love me? Yes, no. The answers to her questions swirled around in her mind. They became lost in her sea of thoughts as another more tantalizing slow song came on. The man decided to make his move. Knowing full well she was aware of him now, he no longer wished to hide. He'd stayed hidden for too long. Her body was made complete by her mate grabbing her hips and pulling them towards his body. "Are you real?" She questioned. More afraid of the answer. She'd dreamed of him before. This knowledge broke his heart. Here was his world in this beautiful woman, and she was standing there dancing with him. Wondering if he'd take her back. Had already had false hopes, and worse dreams only to wake up alone in bed. He'd done it too much himself. "I am" he replied. Knowing she had other more important questions. He had to wait for several minutes before she spoke again. The closeness they had denied their bodies was clouding their minds. Especially hers. "Promise me, you won't leave me ever again." Her lower lip trembled as she turned to face him. Eyes filled with unhushed tears. And a heart too beaten, and broken to let those tears fall. But she could not control them, and they fell. Cascading down her cheeks, and wetting her halter top. Not to mention his royal blue silk shirt. He raised one hand to wipe them away. They where marring her beauty, and he in turn felt that somewhat blasphemous. "I promise love, never again." She let herself go, and those small tears turned into oceans of pain. Pain she had never let go of until the day he returned to her. So she cried. And he held her as she did so. Knowing he was the cause of so many of those tears, but promising himself he would do everything he could to make sure she never cried because of pain again. Because of him again. And he and she had forever to make it right. Forever to prove they could make it. That they could prove this place wrong. For a long while they held each other. Content to be at peace in one another's arms. Soon the light's grew dim. The town seemed too small. Place's seemed to bleed into memories, and sounds where nothing more than whispers. That was forever for them. It held them in time, together, and never let go. To leave is to die a little; It is to die to what one loves. One leaves behind a little of oneself at any hour, any place. - Edmund Haraucourt End Click to Return to Buffy/Angel Index Click to Return Home