A little Buffy fic
Just a little something I wrote while waiting for Stud to come home after getting his allergy shot.
It's really rough - no beta to kick my backside. But I figured I'd throw it out there. I'm hoping it won't be as embarrassing as standing around in my underwear during the middle of church services. Sigh.
She remembers him.
Even now, forty years gone she still thinks of him. The fists and the fangs. The passion and the dance. But she has the one thing now he could never give her. A family, a home, a midday nap in the warm spring sunshine.
She misses the rush though sometimes. But the years have passed and she's older nowadays, her hair streaked with gray. She has love and trust and she's never going to let that go. But she did love him no matter how much he denied it; yet he's gone now. Died so many years ago in a back alley in a fight he was sure he couldn't win.
Giving a little shake of her head to clear away those memories, she returns to finish getting ready for Dawn's youngest child's wedding. She sweeps her long hair back from her face and puts in the earrings her new love gave her when their baby boy was born. A bracelet follows next, given in celebration of her granddaughter's arrival in this world. And she smiles at herself in the mirror, for she is cherished.
She had loved her monster; he always had said she needed a bit of one in her man. But he had been wrong too, because this old married couple could never be happier. She picks up the wedding present for the newest bride in their family and steps outside, the back door closing on those remembrances. And there is her love, the man who has brought her so much joy these past decades, asleep in the gently rocking hammock. She crosses the yard and kisses him softly on the lips, waking her sleeping beauty.
Sleepy eyes open and they're still the same shade of blue as the Tuscan sky was the day he asked her to marry him. His hair is bone white now, bleached no longer by harsh chemicals but by age . And when he speaks, his voice is rumbly and deep and it makes her tummy flutter just like it did so many years ago.
“Hello, luv.”
It's really rough - no beta to kick my backside. But I figured I'd throw it out there. I'm hoping it won't be as embarrassing as standing around in my underwear during the middle of church services. Sigh.
She remembers him.
Even now, forty years gone she still thinks of him. The fists and the fangs. The passion and the dance. But she has the one thing now he could never give her. A family, a home, a midday nap in the warm spring sunshine.
She misses the rush though sometimes. But the years have passed and she's older nowadays, her hair streaked with gray. She has love and trust and she's never going to let that go. But she did love him no matter how much he denied it; yet he's gone now. Died so many years ago in a back alley in a fight he was sure he couldn't win.
Giving a little shake of her head to clear away those memories, she returns to finish getting ready for Dawn's youngest child's wedding. She sweeps her long hair back from her face and puts in the earrings her new love gave her when their baby boy was born. A bracelet follows next, given in celebration of her granddaughter's arrival in this world. And she smiles at herself in the mirror, for she is cherished.
She had loved her monster; he always had said she needed a bit of one in her man. But he had been wrong too, because this old married couple could never be happier. She picks up the wedding present for the newest bride in their family and steps outside, the back door closing on those remembrances. And there is her love, the man who has brought her so much joy these past decades, asleep in the gently rocking hammock. She crosses the yard and kisses him softly on the lips, waking her sleeping beauty.
Sleepy eyes open and they're still the same shade of blue as the Tuscan sky was the day he asked her to marry him. His hair is bone white now, bleached no longer by harsh chemicals but by age . And when he speaks, his voice is rumbly and deep and it makes her tummy flutter just like it did so many years ago.
“Hello, luv.”