Motherland-part 8 of "100 Years of Solitude" (Races Condemed to 100
yrs of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth)
by: Isabelle -Disclaimers: Title belongs entirely to Gabriel Garcia Marquez--just borrowing
it for the sake of the story. Buffy, Spike, Whistler and all the memories belong
to Joss and his crew. All other characters are entirely mine. Lyrics belong
to Jessica Simpson Irresistible. -Summary: Series set 100 yrs after "The Gift," Season five finale.
This is part AU and futuristic. Spike has been alive for 100 hundred years after
Buffy's death. Whistler comes to him to let him know that Buffy has been summoned
to fight a new evil. Therefore she will be brought back to life and needs a
"guide". When Buffy wakes she finds that the only one to cling to
is the only person that has survived since the time she was alive. This is a
B/S fiction. -Rating: Overall rating of series is R. (Language and Violence) -Spoilers: I will mention everything that has happened through "The Gift". -Distribution: The only people that have permission to post these series are
those who already store my fic and have asked me for permission. If you want
to post it please ask me I'll be happy to let you, I just want to know where
my fic goes. Poem : Emily Dickinson. -Author's Note: I adore Feedback, so please let me know what you think of the
story so far! bih80@yahoo.com -Special Thanks: Trish and Wendy for BETA reading this and their awsome feedback,
Karla for listening to me rant, and One Good Day group--may you be blessed with
many chocolate covered naked Spikes! Thanks for all the reviews! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nunca pude imaginar, lo que tu eres para mi (Never did I imagine what
you meant to me) En mi vida eres el sol que ilumina mi existir (In my life you are the
su that lights my life) Hoy te ago una promesa y te la voy a cumplir (Today I make you a promise
and I will keep it) De tu vida soy esclavo, solo vivo para ti (I am a slave of your love,
I only live for you) Alejandro Fernandez's Promesa (Promise) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Bogota Airport, Columbia) "They're here, Senor," the man said into the phone. "Make sure they get everything they need. You understand their importance
don't you?" the deep voice answered in the other line. "Of course, Senor. We are making sure they are well accommodated,"
he answered. "Good." //CLICK// The man holding the phone hung up the receiver and looked at the men around
him. "Que esperan? Saludenlos!!!" (What are you waiting for? Go greet
them!!) he cried to the men and in seconds the room was empty. He made sure he was alone before taking out the mini-cell phone from his shirt
pocket. "Senora?" (Madame?) "What news?" the female voice came from the phone. "The Pacificador has arrived with the Slayer. The legendary one, brought
back from the dead. They say she's deadly and immortal, guarded by the Powers."
he said almost trembling into the tiny speaker. "Superstitious fool!!" she cried. "All Slayers are mortal. Why
do you think they had to bring her back from the dead, you idiot!" "But, Senora...." "No but's. I want them dead, both, tonight!!" //Click// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Player: Coach, you're gonna get a stroke. Coach: I don't get strokes, motherfu***, I give 'em." Any Given Sunday ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You know "Pet, we're here." Buffy groggily rose her head to look at the offending voice that thundered
in her head. "We're in Bogota," Spike said, putting on his coat and getting Buffy's. "How long did I sleep?" She murmured, rubbing her eyes. "'Bout three hours. The whole trip is only five hours," he said. She sat up and straightened her clothes. Thank goodness she wore jeans and
a tight shirt, otherwise she would be rumpled. "Welcoming committee is 'ere," Spike said as he looked out the little
window of the plane. "Welcoming committee?" she asked confused and walked over to look
at what he was referring to. Before she saw about twenty men dressed all in black, with AK-47 on each of
their shoulders and leading a way to two large SUV's with window tinted the
color of night. "I see what you mean," she said, and took her black leather coat
that matched Spike's from his hand. "Here starts the fun," he said and led the way to the entrance of
the small jet. Diego held the door open for them and avoided both of their glares. "Thank you," Buffy said icily to the cowering man. "De nada." (You're welcome) he replied, still not meeting her gaze. She followed Spike, that seemed to be having the time of his life, as he greeted
some of the men that were dressed in black. She heard him laughing and found herself smiling as he talked easily in Spanish
to one of the men. Her gaze followed to the SUV's where a young man about her
age saw Spike and his face tranformed into glee. "Spike!!" he cried and walked fast to meet the vampire half way. Spike looked at the man with happiness and humor. "Felipe!!" Spike
said as both men embraced and laughed. As if they were long time friends who
had not seen each other in ages. "How are you, amigo?" the young brunete said to the blond as they
smiled at each other. "Not as well as you, I see. Look at you, all grown up!" Spike said
stepping back and looking inspecting the young man. "Well if you would visit more often you wouldn't see the change."Felipe
said smiling at the elder. "C'mere, kid, want you to meet someone." Spike said leading the guy
to Buffy's direction. Buffy braced herself as the handsome young man looked her over and gave her
a bright smile that clearly showed his dimples. His chocolate brown eyes reminded Buffy of Angel.....then she decided he might
not be as good looking as she originally thought. Don't you try to tell me "This is the Slayer, Buffy Summers," Spike said, as Felipe grabbed
Buffy's hand and pulled her to him kissing her on the cheek. Buffy was completely taken back. It had taken her four year to even kiss Spike.
This guys did it with in the second of meeting her. Spike sensed her discomfort. "New culture, Slayer. Here, a kiss on the
cheek is the same as a handshake." Buffy smiled and tried to play it off. "Of course, nice to meet you, Felipe,"
she said smiling lightly to the young man. Felipe looked at Buffy in wonder. "This is a real honor, Ms. Summers.
Wait until my sister meets you. You were he favorite fairy tale." Spike laughed out loud and Buffy glared at him. "I am honored." she hissed at Felipe but looked at the laughing Spike. "Enough chit, chat. Vamos! (Come) Papa is waiting for you." Felipe
said, letting Buffy go ahead of them to the expensive SUV's and wrapping his
arm around Spike still smiling. "Welcome home, man." he said. Spike smiled at the young man. "It's good to be home." I know that I'm supposed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joe: You're crazy about him--" Kathleen: Yes, I am. Joe: Then why don't you run off with him? What are you waiting for? Kathleen: I don't really know him. You've Got Mail ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The drive through the country was breathtaking. The land was pure green and
fertile. They had gotten there to enjoy the five hours of daylight that grazed
the virgin land. From the car window Buffy saw the purity of it all, and understood how one
could fall in love with such a paradise. She saw children playing at the edge
of the streets with simple games that told of centuries past. Mothers tending
to children and doing the laundry at the same time, and fathers working with
all their might to provide for their families. She smiled in spite of it all. These were the lives she was born to protect.
They were responsibility. She looked over to where Spike was having a vivid
conversation in Spanish with Felipe. She had never see him so alive...so human.
Even with the sun reflecting off his pale skin he still looked nocturnal. Like he was there but he was a mystery to the daylight. But he's irresistible She was taken off guard as he turned and smiled at her. She was left breathless.
What was he doing to her? It was like he was intoxicating her. With his charm,
with his life, with his talks, with his work, with the form of the man he had
become. She smiled back and went back to looking at the darkening paradise before her.
It was a shame that this land had to live under such darkness. This was a land
of the sun, that should live under its rays, not cover in darkness and the mist
of evil. But this was the hellmouth. Here it had been cursed to reside, here
was where she would die again. "We're here." Felipe told her form the front seat. She smiled from
her back seat next to Spike. Her eyes wondered to where 'here' was at. And there before her lay a hill,
with a beautiful Plantation. It was gorgeous and timeless. The driveway was
paved in loose brick-colored river rocks. All around it was a garden of tropical
flowers whose colors ranged from fuchsia to turquoise blue. It was three stories
high with hanging garden all around the rails, interwined with X-mas lights.
Around it were palm trees that swayed with the wind and over looked the large
cliff that reflected the expansive sea. The house was white with terra cotta
shingles which the Sun reflected off. The grass around it was a deep intoxicating
green that shined with the wind. "Home, sweet home." Spike murmured as he looked at the house. Buffy
could have sworn she saw a glint of something in his eyes, something that she
had never seen in him before, something that could be the entire explanation
for this difference in Spike. Something along the lines of acceptance. Here he had found his refuge, his
bohio. As the SUV's drove up the pebble drive way the house began to take life. People
came out of doors Buffy couldn't even see. It reminded her of the Wizard of
Oz. All the inhabitants were smiling and nearly jumping for joy. It made Buffy
feel like she had interruted sometype of family reunion. "Spike's here." Buffy could hear their excited voices through the glass, making her stomach
quiver with nerves. She truly had not expected this, not a family waiting for the arrival of the
vampire she had thought so low of. The voices were filled with love. When the car stopped, Spike literally flew
out, and Buffy right behind him. A small girl of about six came running down the path and literally jumped on
Spike as he picked her up and swirled her in the air. "Spike!!" she squealed in happiness. Her brown curls flew in the
wind as Spike brought her down and kissed her cheek. He had a permanent smile
on his face and Buffy couldn't help put think what a wonderful father he would
make. "Vanessa!" he said to the giggling girl, as she wrapped her tiny-chubby
arms around his pale neck. A short, dark man came trotting down the path. A sincere smile could be seen
through his thick black beard and mustache. "William!!" he said, and Spike put the child down and embraced the
elder man who laughed hearty and full of life. He patted Spike on the back.
The small child wrapped herself around Spike's leg not letting him go as her
father embraced Spike like an old forgotten son that finally came home. More than just physical Buffy was thrown from her thoughts as she heard the scream of a woman. The
woman had salt-and pepper hair that was tied to a light bun at the nape of her
neck. She had been baking and was covered with flour and sugar. Spike let go of the man and literally raised the woman off the floor and he
clasped her. She was crying as she pulled back and kissed both of his cheeks. Buffy nearly fell over at the scene before her. Here Spike was being accepted
by humans who could care less he was a souless demon. Buffy's throat felt like burning coal at the thought that Spike could be so
loved and accepted when she and her own had rejected him so much and threated
him so bad. Granted--he did try to kill them various times, but at the end she
had still been weary of him. "Mi hijo, como me hacias falta!!" (My son, I missed you so much.)
the woman said as Spike put her down and hugged her some more. "Prometo venir mas a menudo," (I promise to come more often.) Spike
said, kissing the temple of the small dark woman. "Slayer, this is Sammy
el Torro, call him Sam, and his lovely wife, Risa." "And you must be Buffy," the dark bearded man said as he approached
the Slayer. Buffy stood rigid, Spike must have told them about her. So she smiled and extended
her hand, but she was pulled into an embrace. "Hi." came her muffled reply as the man let her go. "Now you're family," he said laughing and patting her back as he
brought her towards were Spike was. The woman looked at her with kind eyes.
Buffy noted that she smelled of oregano and spices. "Of course, you darling girl," the woman said as she took Buffy's
face in her hands and kissed both cheeks. Buffy couldn't help but smile at this family. They embraced everyone with open
hearts, and she felt herself melting into their love. "You've brought us a pretty girl, Spike," the woman said smiling
at Buffy. "So they say," he replied as he lifted the little girl into his arms.
She gladly grabbed on to him and picked him in the cheek as he chuckled. The woman linked her arms with Buffy and urged her to follow into the house. A young girl, not much younger that Buffy, appeared in the main doorway. Her
hair was thick and black, her skin a tanned olive, with bright green eyes that
shined off her face as she smiled. Her high cheekbones were an elegant match
to her slim well-shaped body. "Spike." she exhaled and Buffy caught the look in her eyes--it was
the look she used to give Angel when she was younger. Spike placed down the young girl, who protested loudly, and walked up to the
young woman. She nearly melted into a puddle when he walked upto her and took
her hand, bringing it to his lips and smiling. "Look at you," he said as she blushed. "You've grown up to be
beautiful." Buffy saw the girl's knees buckle and narrowed her eyes. "Thank you Spike." she said breathlessly. "It's good to have
you back." "Come meet the new Slayer." Spike said bringing her to face Buffy.
The girl smiled brightly at Buffy. "Buffy Summers," he said. Buffy saw the girl's face fall in horror. Her bottom lip quivered and her green
eyes grew huge as she looked at the slayer. "Oh." was all that she
said. "Nice to meet you,....ah?" Buffy asked in triumph. "Valentina. But we call her Val," Spike said, smiling at the brunette. "You're Buffy." Val more stated than asked. Spike took a deep unnecessary breath. Women. He thought. Don't you think I'm trying "Yes." Buffy replied and extended her hand. Val reached for her hand and lightly shook it. "Well," she said "I
am sure Spike is glad to have you back." she stated, and Buffy could see
Spike visibly pale. "Good friends from way back when." Buffy said quickly. She didn't
want these people getting the wrong impression. For some reason she felt that
she was meeting his family and all she did was being looked over by a meticulous
eye. "I know," she said, a bit icily. "Bienvenida." (Welcome)
"Come on, let's meet the rest of the family." the man next to her
broke in as he gently nudged here to go indoors. Spike again resumed his position,
lifting the small girl in his arms and walking next to Val. This act of his
made Buffy very uncomfortable. The girl must have been around 18 or so. Looking
at them from behind, they looked like a normal family. She tried to ignore these weird feelings she was having and concentrated on
the light breeze blowing warmly on her face and the scent of Risa's soiled apron. They continue to talk of idle thing as they entered the house and for some
reason Buffy felt right at home. These people were so warm and giving it almost
filled her heart. She could see why Spike had accepted this as his home away
from home. A young skinny boy came running down the marble stairs and as he saw Spike
his face lit up. "Spike!!" he cried. "Hiya Junior," Spike said as the boy hugged his mid-section and Spike
tousled dark brown curls. "Where you been?" Jr. asked the blond. "Been around, kid. Brought you something too," Spike said, smiling
at the boy. "How about me!?" the little girl in Spike arms piped in as the young
boy's eyes lit up. Spike chuckled and hugged her further. "You too, brought something for
of you." "Are you the new slayer?" the young boy asked Buffy. She noted that
he had the same wide green eyes as his sister. "Yes." she said smiling and extending her hand. But the boy leaned
up and kissed her cheek. Buffy blushed for the 100th time that day. "Thank you." she mumbled still smiling. "You're prettier than in the movie," he said, smiling. Buffy choked on nothing in particular. She heard Spike's muffled chuckles and
wanted desperately to slam him against a wall the way she used to only weeks
ago,....but then again it had really been a century ago. God, this was so
confussing. She debated in her mind. "Vamos! Tonight there will be much feasting." Sammy said, laughing
and patting Buffy's back affectionately. As Spike put down the little girl, she ran to her father's arms and Buffy almost
felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of the father hugging his daughter. "Where's Felipe?" Val asked pointedly ignoring Buffy. "He was parking the car." Risa answered taking off her apron. "Let me help him with the luggage," Spike quickly said. "No, Spike, you're a guest," Val insisted. "He's family, Valeria." her mother scowled her. Spike smiled and patted her hair affectionalety. "Don't worry'bout it,
kid." Buffy saw Val visible flinch at the affectionate name. "Valeria, why don't you show Buffy to her room." Risa said, smiling.
She turned to look at Buffy. "Please, feel at home." she said before
she kissed her again on the cheek and scurried off to the kitchen. Before Buffy knew it she was alone with Val in the foyer. Jr. had run off after
Spike, and Sammy and Vanessa had disapperared. "Well, Buffy," she said icily, "Come with me." "You don't have to," Buffy said, a bit uncomfortable by this girl's
attitude. Val turned to smiled at her. It was a fake smile, Buffy noted. "Of course
I do, you're like a sister now," she said over-enthusiastically. Buffy smirked. "Lead away." she said gesturing for her to proceed.
Already she was beginning to dislike this. Maybe I'll tell him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I've been keeping these here since you last came." Sammy told Spike
as they walked into the dark tunnel underneath the mansion. Buffy was holding the lantern and clutching on to Spike's arm, trying to see
in the darkened pit. "What's in here--torture devices?" Buffy asked jokingly. "Something like that," Spike replied and continued walking while
Buffy stared at him in confusion. When I feel his arms "Slayer, the light," Spike said over his shoulder and Buffy rapidly
caught up with him. "Here it is," Sammy exclaimed as he reached a tiny wooden door with
a silver lock. "You got to be looking for it if you're going to find it."
Buffy and Spike waited while the man opened the small door and let himself
in. Both Vampire and Slayer followed in after him. The room was about as big as the Magic Shop had been. But it was dark and damp,
and it smelled of storage and gun powder. All the small four walls were covered with weapons, ranging from AK-47, to
handhelds, knifes, swords, grenades, army suits, to even C-4 and some dynamite. "I guess this is the arsenal." Buffy said looking in wonder at the
collection her vampire had stored up. "Yup." Spike replied as he grabbed a 10 gauge and studied it. Buffy ran her hand lightly over the sword that was propped on a shelf. It was
mystical, slim and powerful. She knew it must be light by the looks of it. The
engravings were exquisite, and it depicted a story on the handle. She squirmed
in the darkness as she tried to see what story it was depicting. She recognized
a blonde girl who was running towards a mystical floating circle--like a portal.
The portal was suspended in the air--defying the laws of time and space--as
it waited with open arms for the girl to dive in. The girl was on top of a tower
and the jump was suicide. At the bottom of the tower there was a man--dressed
in black--crying as he saw the girl, whom he obviously loved, plunge to her
death. A dark, bitter seed settled it self at the pit of Buffy's stomach. This was
her--this was her story. Her death was engraved on the matallic base of this
powerful sword. Her mouth went dry as she recognized that the man on the ground
was Spike--mourning her. With a look of total catastrophe on his face. There
was blood running down his marred face and he looked in agony to the Slayer--witnessing
her brave death. He's irresistible "You found it." Buffy nearly dropped the lantern at the sound of Spike's deep voice whispering
to her. She turned to face him and his gaze held her intently. "La Llave." "What?" she asked, confused. "The key," he said signaling to the engraved sword. "It's the
sword of the Slayers....has been for seventy five years-now." Buffy picked up the sword. It was light to the weight, but deadliness seeped
through the steel edges. "It's beautiful." "It's Tatiana's gift to you." he said studying the way she was inspecting
the sword. "La llave is as mystical as its origins." Sammy said in his
deep voice as he studied the couple. "No one knows were it came from, but
when the time was right it came. Legend says that seventy-five years ago, before
the great wars, Ivana, the slayer then fell in love with a vampire named Christian.
He fought side by side with her, denying his kind to be with his love. One night
they were trapped by a demon in a metal bolt room. There was no way out. After
three days of being trapped the vampire became mad with hunger. He lost all
rational thought and launged at his love in seach of her veins. Ivana refused
to kill her love so she let him drain her. Upon filling his veins with her life blood Christian regained sanity and saw
what he had done. He wept for hours over the body of his love begging for death.
His wish was granted when a mystical hand of a past slayer reached from the
ground with La Llave in its grasp and sliced Christian's head off. Ivana's watcher found them the next day. The slayer's body covered with the
vanishing ash of her love and a golden sword in her hand. This was it. Since
then it can only be touched by the Slayer and her true love. All those who touch
the sword die instantly." Buffy stared at the sword for a long time, remembering that time that seemed
so long ago. Of all the people she thought she loved there was only one there
with her in the monumental inscription. Spike. He was there. Never left, constant and loyal. (I can hardly breathe) The thought shook Buffy to the very core and on impulse she dropped the prescious
sword. Spike saw her and his vampiric reflexes moved him to intervene between the
sword and the floor, catching the sword in midair. The moment seemed like hours to Buffy who saw in slow motion as the vampire
grabbed the deadly sword. Her brain gave a jolt as her insides screamed with
horror. She could see him die before her very eyes and there would be nothing that
she could do to stop it. "Spike." was the bare whisper that came in agony from her lips as
his pale fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of the sword. Spike raised the sword to her face and glared at her. "Don't drop the
sword," he said stirnly, completely oblivious that she was about to panic. Tears formed in her eyes as he talked to her. He has no idea. She blindly
thought. "No," she murmured. "No, what? You don't drop the sword, Slayer. This is historical crap,
get in real trouble if you go on scratching it," Spike said, grabbing the
gun he had been eying before. Buffy took a couple a seconds to register that Spike wasn't dead. He was alive.
He was touching the sword. It meant one of two things. Sammy had lied about
the touching rule. Two: Spike was her...... "You're not dead," she said looking at the hand that held the sword. "Yes I am." Spike replied confused. "No you're not, you didn't die, and you're touching the sword." Spike sighed and Sammy chuckled. She glared at both of them. "Bloody 'ell, Slayer! I've always been able to touch the damn sword. I
am the keeper." Spike said shaking his head. She stared at him in dismay. She had nearly mourned him and here he was still
alive with his cocky smile. "You asshole!" she cried and lashed out and punched him square in
the jaw. Sammy scurried out of the room. The last thing he wanted to do was be in the
line of fire between the slayer and Spike. "What gives, Slayer?" Spike as he recoiled back, cluthcing his jaw. "I thought you were dying!!" she screamed. She had been worried.
Her chest had felt the pain of losing him. "I am dead." he cried glaring at her. "Get deader." she replied and turned from him so he couldn't see
the water that was accumulating in her eyes. It was getting hot and stuffy and she felt the room get smaller by the second. Spike stared at her. She was in denial, he though happily. "Slayer, look at me," he said placing the sword and the gun down
gently and walking up to her. She ignored him. "Look at me!" he cried impatiently. Buffy spun on her heel and glared at him. "Why? So you can talk to me
like you know me." she spit out. Can't you see Spike's eyes narrowed dangerously. She had retreated back to her safe shell
and he was talking to Buffy in defensive mode. Slowly he walked to face her until their faces were mere inches away. "Never
will you meet another person that will know you more that I do." he hissed. Her face hardened in defiance. "Aren't you special? Funny how you know
me so well when I hardly even talk to you." She replied bitterly. Spike grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her close against his body.
Buffy felt the hardness of his chest and his muscled legs pulsating against
her own clothed skin. He's so irresistible He's irresistible (yeah) "I don't have to talk to you. I've ben watching you for years and unlike
every other man in your life, I am still here. One hundred years have passed,
and who are you stuck with? ME!! Not Angel, not Riley, not even Xander but ME!!
It has always been me. What's bothering you is that I am not willing to follow
you like a puppy dog like all your other men, and even me so long ago." Buffy felt his every word sting at her heart. She felt that same bile threatening
to spill out of her mouth, a mouth that was so close to Spike. She could push
him off, but her hands were not responding. The feel of his body felt molten
against her, and she would die before before she would take that feeling away. "The sacrifice..." he continued. "Sacrifice!!??" she laughed. "You have no idea what sacrifice
is." He tightened his grip on her and brought their faces in closer proximity. (I can hardly breath) "The only idea of sacrifice that you know is because it comes with the
job description. It's what you do, it's your calling, your bloody duty,"
he paused and stared at her, drowning in her large green eyes. "Try going
against everything that makes you, all your god-given instincts and throwing
them all out the window to impress a cold grave that hates you even in death.
Then you preach to me about sacrifice." Buffy's bottom lips trembled as the cold fire that was his skin came closer
to her. "That's not sacrifice," she said looking into his blue eyes.
They were a mirage of the calm ocean. "That's being a fool." Spike released her and she almost cried out at the loss of skin contact. He
shook his head and stared at her. "No, I don't think you'll ever understand." Buffy hated him and wanted him all at the same time. "Am I that transparent?"
she said sarcastically. "No,.....you're just scared," he said picking up the weapons. She
watched him carefully. He's irresistible (yeah) "Scared?" she mocked. "Of what? Your humanity?" Their eyes held each other as he bore and tore at her soul. "No...,"
he whispered. "Of my love," he said and walked out of the small room,
leaving her with nothing but a lantern and too many thoughts to ponder. More than just physical ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know what it is
But everything about you
Is so irresistible
That he's not my type
To hide what I feel inside
When he makes me
Weak with desire
To make him wait
Let him think I like the chase
But I can't stop fanning the fire
I know I'm meant to say no
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
To tell my heart what's right
That I should really say goodnight
But I just can't stop myself
That I feel the same
That I don't want
To play no game
Hooked around me
I know I'm meant to say no
(I meant to say no)
(Irresistible)
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
(Oh yeah)
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
Whenever he's close to me
I really find it
Hard to breathe?
You know
He's so irresistible
(You're so irresistible)
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
(Irresistible to me)
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
(Irresistible to me)
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
(Irresistible to me)
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