Heat Wave T/S, W/B pg13

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Heat Wave
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Tara/Spike, W/B  pg 13
Joss' stuff.
Distribution: The usual suspects, others just ask.
Summary: Answer to August Summer of Love chall.(couple fight, make up 
either sweet or smutty, record heat wave, 1 party blames the wave for 
the fight,1 has special surprise for the other, Powerpuff mention, a 
cold shower, high thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets, sexy lingerie, 
lots of candles & pudding)


"I appreciate the invite, guys, but I'm just not up to a movie 
today. "
"Not just a movie, "Willow noted, green eyes flashing. "The 
Powerpuff Girls Movie! Girl power and yummy gummies!"
"And lots of imitation buttery stuff on hot popcorn, "Buffy added, 
wiggling her brows.
Tara tried to smile. She knew her friends were trying desperately 
to cheer her up and she loved them for it. But cheering up was 
something that just wasn't going to happen at the moment. No matter 
how hard they tried.
"You guys go ahead, "she said. "I'm going home and grabbing a nice, 
long cold shower. This heat is really getting to me."
"Did we mention how cold they keep the theatre? "Willow quipped, 
tossing Buffy a look.
"Will's right. I'm bringing a jacket. Burrr, cold."
Tara managed a hint of a grin, but shook her head.
"A shower is all I need, "she replied, getting up from the sofa and 
grabbing her bag. "You two have fun. Call me if any new bad shows up. 
Bye."
The front door closed before either Willow or the Slayer could get 
a word out and they looked at each other.
"We tried, "Willow sighed, disappointment on her face. "Nothing 
seems to work. "
"We haven't tried my plan, "Buffy noted, brow raised high.
"No staking. "
The blonde frowned. "Spoil my fun, "she groaned.
"She loves him, Buffy, even if he is being a jerk. A big, stupid, 
massive poop head jerk!"
"Beyond massive and way poopy, "Buffy pointed out. " He blames the 
heat. Can you believe that? The idiot of all the undead blames his 
jealousy on a heat wave. "
"Well, it is a record heat wave for the town, "Willow stated.
"Who's side are you on here, Will? "
"Tara's of course. I was just noting that it is really hot and 
sometimes the heat makes people do crazy things and act all, stupid. "
"Spike's a vampire. He stays cold. Besides, it doesn't take a heat 
wave to make him do something stupid. Remember the, sexy lingerie 
incident? "
The redhead laughed.
"Good point, "she said.
"I still have nightmares about that one. "
"Ah, I thought it was cute. "
"Spike in a black teddy, dancing to the Rocky Horror Picture Show? "
"He has great legs and he's a pretty good dancer. Besides, we 
weren't supposed to see it. "
"And who's brilliant idea was it to decorate Tara's dorm room for 
her birthday two days early? " Buffy mused, looking at her friend.
"I wanted to surprise her, "Willow pointed out.
"Oh, there was surprise. Unfortunately, it involved us walking in 
on Spike in his Frankenfurter gear. "She shuddered at the memory. "I 
haven't worn black lace since. "
Willow frowned. "Yes, I know. I do hope you get over that soon. I 
miss sexy black lace Buffy. " The Slayer smiled and patted her 
girlfriend's knee. "Think she'll ever forgive him? "Willow went on.
"He really screwed up big time, Will, following her, slipping 
through the shadows like some, private detective on the case of a 
cheating wife, not the best way to show your loving trust. Then to 
top it off, lunging out of the bushes, in full vamp mode I might add, 
scaring a poor, innocent freshman to death while royally pissing off 
his girlfriend? I say, he's screwed beyond redemption. "
"No, he made a mistake, yeah. " Buffy's brow shot up. "K, a huge 
mistake, but he's really, really sorry and you know he loves her more 
than he's ever loved anyone, including Drucilla and that's so saying 
a lot cause he was crazy about her and-"
Buffy stopped her babble with a hard kiss.


Tara closed her eyes and let the cool water cover her. Now was one 
of those times when she desperately wished she had a private 
bathroom. She wanted nothing more, than to step out of the shower and 
over to her bed, sans clothes, and just stretch out in front of the 
air conditioner. It was nearly 105 today, the fourth day in a row for 
a three digit temperature and it was starting to really get to her.
Of course, not being on speaking terms with the man she loved made 
it even worse. She growled unconsciously at the thought of Spike. How 
dare he follow her? How dare he not trust her? How dare he blame it 
on the bloody heat? She opened her eyes and frowned. Bloody? She was 
so mad, she was talking like him. Great, just what she needed.
Reaching for the knob, she turned the water off, grabbed a towel 
and dried off. After slipping into her white, terry cloth robe, she 
picked up her basket of toiletries and headed back to her room. She 
slid the key in, opened the door and froze. The curtains were drawn, 
the room dark, save for the large array of candles placed about, soft 
music played on the stereo and standing by the bed, dressed in a 
white tuxedo, was Spike, a dozen purple roses in his hand.
Tara was shocked by the sight in front of her blue eyes. He had 
remembered every one of her favorites, including Tony Bennett on the 
cd player. She felt a smile start to form on her lips then remembered 
the events of the night two days ago. The smile stopped and retreated.
"What are you doing here? "She asked, her voice somewhat shaky.
"I'm here to make it up to you, luv, "he replied, walking over to 
her and handing her the flowers. "Please, give me a chance. "
He escorted her into the room, closed and locked the door, then led 
her over to the bed. She glanced down at the brand new red sheets and 
gasped. He smiled.
"Three hundred thread count, Pet, Egyptian Cotton, your 
favorite, "he purred, his smile growing.
Tara couldn't help but reach down and touch them. They were soft 
and cool and calling her name. Spike brushed his fingers through her 
damp hair and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
"I was a fool, Pet, "he whispered in her ear. "A bloody idiot. " He 
trailed his cool mouth across her warm skin and she closed her 
eyes. "I love you, Tara, you're my everything. I was wrong for 
following you, baby, I know that. And I know that I will always be 
able to trust you. You're so much better than me, luv, always have 
been, always will be. "
He sucked gently on her lobe, causing a breathy moan to fall from 
her lips. Her brain was furious at her for what she was about to do, 
but her heart was definitely in control.
"You're just so bleedin' beautiful, baby. I know men look at you. 
And even though I know you don't look back, it still makes me crazy. 
And with this heat, Pet, I'm a bit crazier than usual. "
He licked her ear ever so lightly and she dropped the flowers onto 
the bed. Without turning around, she snaked a hand back and pulled 
him closer. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding one hand under 
the robe and kissed her ear.
"I promise, my sweet, I will do nothing but worship you from this 
day on. "
Her fingers found his hip and squeezed. He growled lowly and began 
nibbling on her neck. He tenderly sucked, licked, kissed and bit for 
what seemed like forever. Then, he moved his mouth back to her ear.
"Am I forgiven, my darling witch? "He asked, his fingers tracing 
circles on her smooth breast.
"Maybe, "she murmured a smile on her face.
Yes, he had been a complete jerk. Yes, he had followed her to an 
evening class. Yes, he had lurked in the shadows, jumping out at the 
sight of a fellow classmate, a y chromo one, giving her a hug. Yes, 
he had made a total ass of himself.
But she loved him. He was her ass and he was genuinely sorry, she 
knew it. The one thing about the blonde vamp was that he couldn't lie 
to her. There was something in his voice, call it a slight tremor if 
you will, but when he lied, she knew. And standing there, 
apologizing, his soft voice in her ear, she knew he was speaking 
nothing but the truth. He was sorry. And she would forgive him.
Of course, he would have to be punished.
"Tell me you forgive me, luv, I beg you. I can't stand it when 
you're mad at me. "
He stepped back and turned her around. Looking into her blue eyes, 
he said,
"I may be a vampire, Pet, but I do have a heart. You. You're my 
heart. I need you. I love you, Tara. "
She traced his lips with a finger.
"I love you, Spike, "she replied, her finger slowly tracing the 
outline of his face. "And I know you love me. "
"More than anything, baby, "he stated, bringing her free hand to 
his mouth.
Their eyes locked, blue on blue and she gave him a raised brow.
"No more naughty vampire, understand? "
He returned with a wicked grin.
"Now Pet, can't promise that, "he noted, winking. She fought back a 
smile and maintained her brow glare. "Only naughty in the bedroom, 
luv, promise."
He crossed his heart and she allowed the smile to come out. He 
pulled her to him and kissed her, softly, tenderly, sweetly. When he 
let her up for air, she looked him in the eye.
"Now, about your punishment, "she purred, her smile becoming evil.
His grin grew as he watched her walk across the room. She paced 
back and forth a few times, then said, "We're going to a movie. "
"Oh yeah, baby, spank my-movie? " He looked at her, wide eyed.
"Uh huh, and not just any movie. The Powerpuff Girls Movie! "He 
opened his mouth to protest but stopped. "Now, get my purple skirt 
and lavender peasant blouse from the closet, "she instructed, moving 
to the dresser and getting her under garments. Dropping the robe, she 
slipped into the white cotton panties and matching bra.
He did as he was told, retrieving the clothes, but instead of 
handing them to her, he went about dressing her himself. She closed 
her eyes and lost herself in his gentle touch. Her skin danced as he 
slid the cool cotton over her shoulders, then up her legs.
"You're stunning, Pet. "
His simple statement opened her eyes and found him on his knees.
"What are you doing down there? "
"Asking you to marry me, luv. "
This time, it was her baby blues that were wide, getting wider as 
she watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a ring.
"I love you, Tara and I want to be with you forever. "He held the 
ruby and diamond ring up. "This belonged to Marilyn Monroe. Red 
helped me find it at some auction on the net. I know you like her, 
Pet and think she's the most beautiful woman in the world. But you 
are, sweetheart, there's no competition. "
He slipped the ring onto her finger then kissed her hand. "Will you 
honor me, Tara McLay, by becoming my wife? "
Tara tried to put a complete sentence together. It wasn't easy. 
Here was the man she loved, her boyfriend, William the Bloody, a 
vampire, on his knees, where he just put a ring that once belonged to 
Marilyn Monroe, her favorite, on her finger while asking her to marry 
him. There was so much going through her head, she felt like Willow 
on a caffeine binge.
Spike saw a tear fall from her eye and stood up. Leaning in, he 
gently kissed it away.
"Yes. "
He turned his eyes to hers. Did she just say yes?
"As if reading his mind, she said it again.
"Yes, I will marry you. "
He threw his arms around her and they shared the sweetest of kisses.


"I so hate all these previews. "
Willow turned to Buffy and smiled.
"You just hate them cause the lights are still on, "she said.
The Slayer raised an eyebrow.
"Who's got the pudding here, Will? "She purred. Willow's smile 
vanished as Buffy's grew. "Now, be nice or no Slayer sweet for you. "
The redhead pushed her lower lip out into a perfect pout.
"Next time, I carry the pudding, "she grumbled.
Buffy giggled, pulled the cup of vanilla out of her bag and opened 
it.
"Mmmm, good, "she teased, dipping a finger in and licking.
Willow sighed. "Darn previews! "