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Fic: Everything Turns to Gold

Title- Everything Turns to Gold
Author- smellslikecorruption
Rating- pg-13
Prompt- Stairway to Heaven
Setting- Post NFA, after a battle that brings Spike and Buffy into to contact again.
A/N- I think I got a cavity from writing this. Enter at your own risk. I was planning on writing a less fluffy piece based on Just Like Heaven, but then a couple lines from Stairway jumped out at me and this happened...

 
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings./ And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

After the latest battle is won and another war is over, she drags him off to bed with the intention of staying there for days. It’s probably irresponsible and definitely impulsive, and they have way too many things to talk about. But they’ve been apart long enough and she’s spent days telling herself to wait, she has to wait until the world is safe again. Now that it is, there are better ways to communicate than tears and accusations.

He was expecting her to yell. Once the evil was abolished and they no longer had to work together he was expecting her to yell. Maybe some punching. What he was not expecting was for her to find him in the hallway and pull him to her bedroom. By the time he convinced himself he was, in fact, awake, her tongue was in his mouth and her hand was on his zipper.

She’d missed this. Even when she still saw him every day she’d missed this. His body looming over hers, his mouth on her neck, and his fingers dipping under the elastic of her cotton underwear, when for so long it was her fingers and her imagination. And it’s easy. He still remembers all the buttons to push to make her sigh and scream. As her toes slide up his bare legs and his voice catches on her name, she has the crazy thought that maybe loving him doesn’t have to end in pain. Maybe it could be as simple as this, two people remembering each other and tangling themselves together.

When she gets up citing a need for the bathroom, he watches as she retrieves his t-shirt from the lampshade and pulls it over her head. While he thinks about how there’s never been anything as sexy as her in his clothing, his toes are busy seeking out the warmth she left behind. It’s nice, stretching into her heat, and it’s something he could get used to if she’ll let him. It strikes him then, that they could have time. He’s here and so is she and there are weeks and maybe even months and years ahead of them and nothing in the way. They could actually have the time to talk and learn and fight and kiss and just generally get their shit together while she’s not depressed and he’s not crazy and imminent doom isn’t lurking on the horizon. They could have more than the stolen moments they got in Sunnydale when they spoke circles around each other and said far more with actions. With enough time, maybe they’d get to a place where being with her could be as effortless as loving her.

When she comes back in the room she’s juggling a bottle of water in one hand and a box of pop tarts in the other. She grins at the sight of him sprawled on her flowery sheets and fights back the urge to tell him she loves him. She’s certain she does but they’re stuck in limbo between ‘too soon’ and ‘not soon enough,’ and a complicated history is seeping into the open spaces. So instead she says, “Sorry there isn’t any blood. I’ll run swing by the butcher later and get some.” She hopes he understands.

She stands in the doorway, smiling and apologizing for not having blood, and when she climbs back in bed her weight tips him closer to her. He wants to tell her that he loves her and he’s never stopped, not once. But she looks happier than he’s seen her in a long time, and for now that’s enough. He kisses her and says, “pop tarts will do me fine.” He hopes she understands.

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moscow_watcher
Jul. 30th, 2011 07:23 am (UTC)
Awwww... The sweetest reunion ever.

I can't imagine these two making heartfelt love declarations, unless they're on the brink of death; they will always dance around the l-word, speaking in code, expressing themselves in actions.
smells_corrupt
Jul. 30th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I can't imagine these two making heartfelt love declarations, unless they're on the brink of death Yes. When there's nothing particularly pressing going on it's, "I love...that crossbow. Where'd you get it?" but when the apocalypse comes to town...
lutamira
Jul. 30th, 2011 08:27 am (UTC)
Loved this, especially this bit: With enough time, maybe they’d get to a place where being with her could be as effortless as loving her.
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
quinara
Jul. 30th, 2011 08:38 am (UTC)
I loved this - and am definitely cavity-free! (But maybe I'm just desperate for happy!Spuffy?) I love the rhythm, where your paragraphs are long but flow really really well and that they end up talking about poptarts and the rather elegant image of Buffy plucking Spike's t-shirt from the lampshade. :D
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Breakfast food in lieu of serious conversation. I think it's going to catch on with the masses any day now.
zanthinegirl
Jul. 30th, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
Awww! No cavities here, but I did enjoy this one. They're just too messed up to be completely fluffy, you know?

“Sorry there isn’t any blood. I’ll run swing by the butcher later and get some.” She hopes he understands.
...

But she looks happier than he’s seen her in a long time, and for now that’s enough. He kisses her and says, “pop tarts will do me fine.” He hopes she understands.


Nice parallel for our inarticulate pair!



Edited at 2011-07-30 01:11 pm (UTC)
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
anviloverheaven
Jul. 30th, 2011 01:12 pm (UTC)
Aww...that was just the perfect about of sweet :)
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
slaymesoftly
Jul. 30th, 2011 02:31 pm (UTC)
They've always been actions-not-words people. Even Spike. I'm choosing to believe they each understood perfectly. :) (and, yeah, may need a toothbrush now, but I'm smiling.)
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:43 pm (UTC)
hank you! Actions do speak louder you know. :)
louise39
Jul. 30th, 2011 03:06 pm (UTC)
Maybe it could be as simple as this, two people remembering each other and tangling themselves together.
Simple and smiling at this reunion where there is no punching or angst just..easy!
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:44 pm (UTC)
An easy reunion. We can dream right?
penny_lane_42
Jul. 30th, 2011 04:32 pm (UTC)
This is just the kind of fluff that will make me grin very wide and sigh very happily.
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
Always happy to provide grins and happy sighs!
treadingthedark
Jul. 30th, 2011 05:13 pm (UTC)
Ooh, lovely. I enjoyed this very much. Thanks.
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
gryfndor_godess
Jul. 30th, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
Even when she still saw him every day she’d missed this. His body looming over hers, his mouth on her neck, and his fingers dipping under the elastic of her cotton underwear, when for so long it was her fingers and her imagination.

I really like this imagery.

she retrieves his t-shirt from the lampshade and pulls it over her head.

Possibly, even better imagery. :D Their mutual though unspoken decision for emotional quiescence after the turbulence of NFA is very moving.
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
larabeckinsale
Jul. 31st, 2011 12:33 am (UTC)
Awww... you made my heart melt! I sooooo needed that. Lovely! :D
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
ever_neutral
Jul. 31st, 2011 01:32 am (UTC)
Duuuuude, this is perfect. I am not in favor of cavity-inducing schmoop AT ALL, but this somehow avoided that, and delivered an emotional punch all the same. KUDOS. <3
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 05:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm not a fan of schmoop for schmoop's sake, so imagine my surprise when this appeared on my screen. Glad to hear it wasn't too sticky :)
gingerwall
Aug. 1st, 2011 12:55 pm (UTC)
Lovely fic - wonderful writing!

They could actually have the time to talk and learn and fight and kiss and just generally get their shit together while she’s not depressed and he’s not crazy and imminent doom isn’t lurking on the horizon. They could have more than the stolen moments they got in Sunnydale when they spoke circles around each other and said far more with actions. With enough time, maybe they’d get to a place where being with her could be as effortless as loving her.
smells_corrupt
Aug. 1st, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
tennyo_elf
Aug. 4th, 2011 08:19 am (UTC)
Very sweet reunion and pop tart love! <3
shapinglight
Aug. 4th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
That was lovely.
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