Date: 6/30/2003 8:44:06 PM Pacific Daylight Time

To MarstersLady

From LadyForASH

It was a sweltering hot day in California. Allison was enjoying a rare afternoon alone in her home. Howard, her husband, had decided to take the boys on a fishing trip in the mountains. She wasn't expecting anyone that day, and dreaded answering the door at it’s insistent ringing.

“Oh great,” she thought. “Probably that little demon of a child George again. Or some missionaries, or girl scouts. Is this the season for girl scout cookies?” Allison grumbled as she opened the door, preparing her rebuke.

And there he stood. In all his bleached blonde yumminess.

Allison was speechless.

"Hello, Pet. May I come in?" he grinned at her shocked face. All she could do was nod, which caused him to chuckle.

"You'll have to do better than that, luv. I am a vampire you know. The Big Bad can't enter unless you verbally invite me." He quirked his eyebrow at her in a knowing way.

She slowly exhaled, and with trembling hands stood back and held the door for him. "Please, come in."

He smiled broadly, and sauntered into the foyer.

Allison peered outside to see if anyone had noticed the blonde vamp outside her home. But the streets were empty, and there were no neighbors about. Suddenly she glanced up at the blazing summer sun. "How did you get here, in the sun?" She asked as she hastily shut the door behind her.

He held out his hand. "The Gem of Amara had a twin. I only wear it on special missions." He winked.

"Special missions? I'm a special mission?" She looked confused.

"Yes, luv. You are my special mission today."

"Me, a special mission? Whatever for?"

He smiled at her. "All in due time, my pet. Why don't you show me around your home?"

She nervously nodded, and then panicked at the children's toys lying strewn about the place. He saw her consternation and again chuckled. "Don't worry, hon, I think it makes the house a real home to have the children's things around. Very homey. Much better than that sterile crypt of a mansion Angel kept, you know?!" Spike truly admired her home. It belonged to a woman with a special touch, he could tell. Sunlight was streaming in the windows, and he smiled at the plump cat as it lounged above the stairs. The computer room was her domain, that was easy to see. "Come and sit here." He said. "I want to see you in your chair." Allison shyly complied.

"That's my girl." He smiled at her, placed his hands on the chair, and turned her towards the computer monitor, her back now to him.

"You are so tense. You really need to relax. That is my mission you know. To show you how to relax." Firmly but gently he began to massage her tense shoulders, kneading the knotty muscle tissue beneath his strong fingers. He began to sing to her gently. He was so quiet and soft and gentle of voice, that it hypnotized her. His murmurings so loving and gentle that his voice carried her away. She felt as if she was floating, as he massaged her cares away. She didn't recognize the song he sang, and she was too relaxed to ask him. Her limbs were heavy in their relaxed state, but in a pleasant way. Her body was warming beneath his touch, as if she had just stepped into a hot bubble bath scented in lilacs.

After his song had finished, he leaned down to whisper into her ear, caressing her like a feather. "Perhaps you'd be even more comfortable if we were to lie down?" She could barely nod, but finally managed to show her agreement. But before she could rise, the vampire swooped down and gently picked her up, carrying her easily in his arms.

Upon entering the house, he had noticed the sofa bed in the living room to the left of the entrance hall. He gently reclined her on it. She looked up at his handsome face, her eyes huge and languid. He gently smiled at her. "There is one act I must perform before we continue on this special mission." She continued to look up at him expectantly.

He took a bag of herbs out of his duster's pocket, and began to sprinkle them around the bed, proclaiming a spell in Latin. Silence then surrounded her. She closed her eyes, as if in sleep. She had never felt so peaceful, floating in this heavenly silence. Finally, she opened her eyes again. Her house was gone. She was no longer lying on a sleeper sofa, but in a grand canopied bed fit for a princess. And the strangest part was that the bed was not in a room, or a house, but in the middle of a field of daisies.

Allison could not remember a time before this moment. She knew her name, but nothing else of her life. Only this moment existed, and this man that was with her.

Spike stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at her adoringly. "You'll always remember this moment as a dream. And when you remember, you'll be back at this moment, relaxed and serene. There will be no anguish or guilt, because in your mind it never will have happened. But trust me, at this moment, this is happening. And you are mine, and I am yours, forever. In this moment."

He removed his duster and then slowly began to unbutton his black silk shirt, pulling the shirt tails up out of his black skin tight jeans. His eyes never left her face. She could hardly breathe as her eyes followed his hands as they opened his shirt, until it was undone. He removed it and stood there in all his glory before her, his muscles flexing in his chest. He smiled proudly at her, and arched his brow. "Like what you see, luv? Just wait, this is only the beginning." He looked at her lovingly. "You are so beautiful, pet. You must be the envy of the city. Your golden locks cascading down your shoulders, and your smoldering eyes. You've about got me quivering, luv."

Spike crawled towards her on the bed.

He knelt above her, one leg on each side of her waist, straddling her, but not pressuring her. He brushed her bangs off of her forehead, and gently kissed her softly on the lips. Ever so softly. At first. His velvety lips captured hers, and she opened up to him. He placed both his hands in her hair now, and she hugged him closely to her, moving her hands up and down his strong back, admiring the toned muscles with her touch. When her mouth opened beneath his, he slowly probed his tongue in to taste her depths, their tongues meeting as one. The kiss deepened in intensity until they both were devouring each other. He lay down on her completely covering her shaking body now toe to head. While their mouths explored each other, his hands reached down and underneath the Giants sweatshirt she was wearing.

He broke the kiss so she could catch her breath. "So beautiful" he panted, and they smiled again at each other. "May I?" he asked politely as he began to take off her top. She could again only nod. Her voice was gone. He was in full control, but not in a bad way. He was comforting, and strong, and exactly what she needed.

He lifted her sweatshirt off over her head, and gazed at her body lovingly. "So beautiful, like soft ivory." He began to touch her everywhere, caressing her softly with his fingertips. She burned for him, and when he began to suckle her, she wound her fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth down so she could feel all of his hot kisses. She writhed and moaned beneath him, as he trailed kisses down her stomach until they met the top button of her jeans. He looked up at her and smiled again at her blissful expression.

"Don't stop," she finally managed to whisper to him.

"Never." He smiled and winked at her, as he knelt down and removed her jeans. Before she knew what had happened, he had also removed his own, and stood before her again at the foot of the bed. Naked and hard.

"I guess they were right." She giggled. "No underwear!"

He threw his head back and laughed delightedly. "This is your dream, pet." He said, and then again joined her on the bed, this time lying by her side. He kissed the tip of her nose, and then her eyelids, until she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled his mouth down to again cover hers.

He rolled on top of her, and she could feel how ready he was for her, as she was for him.

"Please, Spike...I need you, I want you." She moaned into his mouth. He smiled as he reached between her legs to see that she was indeed ready.

He slowly entered her, and then paused so she could get used to his size. He filled her completely. "Okay?" he asked gently, resting his forehead against hers. She smiled at him, and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in deeper, holding him tightly to her. He growled, and began to move.

What started slow and gentle increased rapidly in pace as their desires mounted. Neither had ever felt more complete than when they did at that moment. He tried to make it last as long as he could, prolonging the moment until they both crashed in ecstasy together as one. They continued to hold each other tightly as they came down, breathing together, her heart beating rapidly until it slowed again into a normal relaxed rhythm. He held her close, kissing her cheeks and lips softly, and her eyelids again. "Rest now, luv. Rest." He placed one last kiss on her lips, and then she slept, held gently in his arms.

When she awakened, she found herself in her computer room. She must have fallen asleep in the chair. She laughed at herself as she noticed her last instant message to her friend in Oregon. "I'm getting tired," it said. She must have dozed off. Her friend was now offline. That was okay. She had work to do before the family arrived home. She had promised to get the vacuuming done. She got it out, and began to vacuum the living room first.

As she removed the toys from the room she noticed a strange herb covering the carpet. "Now that's strange." she thought to herself. What had those kids found now? She laughed, and vacuumed it all up, more content and relaxed then she had felt in a long time. That was one great nap, she thought, and her mouth quirked into a full grin when she recalled the wonderful dream she had. I'm not ever going to share that one with Welcome, she thought. It's mine, and mine alone. A perfect moment. A perfect dream.

Or was it?

The End!

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