|But My Dreams, They Aren't As Empty... [New Chapter]
||[09 Apr 2008|02:24am]
Summary: Ah, wonderful Spara. Spike and Tara get closer. Quite a lot closer, but I don't know exactly how much yet, I'll let you know that when I've finished it.
Don't know how hot and steamy it's going to get either, at the moment I think it'd pretty suitable for everyone, that might change at some point. Ooh, and there's a bit of crossover too.
Mid-Season 6, follows the canon, it really happened, it's just never referred to on screen for, erm, tax reasons. Although, Tara is wearing a ¾ length black leather trenchcoat in Entropy, when she makes up with Willow. Coincidence?
This is my first story, and all reviews would be more than welcome!
Warnings: None yet
Word count: 14,056
They say write about what you know, so this story frequently revolves around music and beer.Chapter 3 - Tequila Sunrise
'...Spike lay slouched on the sofa in his usual black jeans, but his shirt was nowhere to be seen. His hair was a mess, and his head was back, eyes closed. Tara was sprawled in his lap, her legs up on the sofa beside her. Her skirt was torn, showing most of her legs, and her shirt appeared to be tied around one of Spike’s elbows, red with blood. Most strikingly, Tara was wearing Spike’s leather duster, and it was hanging open at the top, showing just her bra underneath. Her eyes were closed, and amid the chaotic scene, she looked peaceful...'