Title: Making Her Mine (1/?)
Author: Chani
Email: evilchani@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season 4 general spoilers, he’s got the chip, Tara’s in the pic
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Disclaimer: Joss owns all, Joss is the man.  I bow at his feet.
Summary: S/T (T=Tara for those of you who are wondering what the heck I’m
thinking)
*****
I sit in the corner watching her.  Her blonde hair falls into her face when
she moves.  Ahh, she smiles.  I never thought a simple smile could bring me
pleasure, but hers does.

Her shyness attracts me to her even more.  The way she can’t meet people’s
eyes.  There’s more to her than meets the eye, and I want to know what it
is.  I want to taste it... to feel it... to make it mine.

She turns to Willow, her eyes shining brightly.  Willow gives her a bit of
confidence.  Probably more than she’s ever had before.  Then Buffy says
something to her, making her frown.  I want to run over to her... comfort
her... beat Buffy into a bloody pulp to cheer her up.  Okay, so kicking the
crap out of Buffy would be a bit self-serving.  What can I say?  I’m
evil... get over it.

Willow puts an arm around her shoulders, causing her to smile weakly.  She
thinks she loves Willow, but I doubt the girl knows what love is.  I could
show her.  I could make a real smile appear on her face and stay there.
Give me one night with her and she wouldn’t think about Willow ever again.

She doesn’t fit in with the Slayer and her groupies.  They are all so
superficial... so dull.  She needs excitement... stimulation, both mental and
physical.  She needs to be set free from the shell she lives in, and know
that someone will be there to catch her when she falls.  She needs depth,
someone who knows there more to existence than prancing around trying to
impose your self-righteous rules on everyone else... rules you don’t even
follow yourself.  I really do loathe most humans... bloody hypocrites that they
are.

She’s watching the others talk now, her pain evident in her eyes.  The pain
of being an outsider is getting to her.  Pain.  Part of the problem is that
she doesn’t understand pain.  I could teach her.  I could make her see the
pleasure in it... make her see how enjoyable it can be.  I could make her
shriek and cry, then leave her begging for more.  If only I had the chance.

But the opportunity evades me.  She’s always in Willow’s shadow.  If Willow
isn’t around, she stays in her dorm room.  I can’t very well march into her
dorm room, can I?  I need to find some way...

"Spike!" the Slayer shrieked in my ear.  She’s looming over me with her
usual self-important expression.  "I’ve been trying to get your attention
for the last 5 minutes."  I raise an eyebrow, refusing to answer her.  "I
said we’re going patrolling," she tells me.  "Do you want to go?"

"No," I growled.

"I’ll go with you," Willow offered.  The Slayer excitedly agrees and I can’t
believe my luck.  I listen to their discussion and smile to myself.  My
little blonde goddess is walking back to her dorm alone.  I watch them all
leave.  I’ll give them enough time to split up before I make my move.  I
stifle a laugh as the door slams behind them.  Luck is with me.

I finally have my chance.

*****

"Hey Blondie," I yell at her.  "Wait up."

She turns toward me, looking confused.  I know exactly what she’s thinking.
"What do you want, Spike?" she asks.

"I’m going out for a bit and was heading your way," I tell her.  "I figured
I could walk you home."  She looks at me disbelievingly, then shrugs and
continues on her way.

I ask her about her magickal powers, thinking that will get her to loosen up
a bit.  Bad move.  She gets defensive and tries to pretend she isn’t that
talented with magick.  She protests too much for me to believe her.  That
intrigues me even more.

After several botched efforts, I finally find a subject she’ll discuss with
me.  Cartoons.  She’s shy at first, but then becomes passionate when I say
that ‘Ren & Stempy’ is a classic.  " ‘Rocky and Bullwinkle’... ‘The
Flintstones’... ‘Bugs Bunny’... those are classics!" she squeals.  "How could you
put ‘Ren & Stempy’ in the same category??"

I can’t hold back my smile.  It’s amazing how quickly this girl’s walls come
down when she doesn’t focus on keeping them there.  I want all of them to
come down.  Now.  Only for me.

We keep up the cartoon talk until we reach her dorm.  She pauses at the
entrance and turns to me, obviously expecting me to say goodbye.  To steal
from one of her classics, Mr. Bugs Bunny, "she don’t know me very well, do
she?"

"I’m walking you to your door, Blondie," I tell her, knowing damned well I
won’t stop there either.  I open the door for her and follow her into the
building.

Though we chat on the way to her door, I know her walls are going back up.
I excite her, and that frightens her.  She wants me, but she won’t admit it
until I force her to admit it.  That isn’t a problem for me.

"W-w-well, thanks for walking me home, S-S-Spike," she stutters at me when
we reach her door.  Her head is down, but her eyes are peering up at me.
She has no idea how adorable she is when she does that.

I move closer to her, causing her to back up.  "You’re welcome," I tell her
softly.  I don’t see fear in her eyes anymore; I see sheer terror, and I
love it.

She swallows hard, her eyes wide.  "Goodnight, S-S-Spike."  She turns and
reaches for the doorknob, but I take a step closer to her and she freezes.

My chest is just barely touching her back, but the electricity is strong.  I
know she feels it, too.  "Tara," I whisper into her hair.  Her hand is on
the doorknob, but when I run my fingers down her arm and cover that hand,
she jerks it away, inhaling sharply.

She turns her head slowly and whispers my name.  Her breathing is ragged.
The anticipation is getting to her.  I take her arm and gently turn her to
face me, her back against the door.  She stares at the floor, half hoping I’
ll go away, and half hoping I won’t.  The battle raging inside her right now
would be apparent to a blind man.

I run the back of my hand softly across her face.  She still won’t meet my
gaze.  "Look at me," I whisper.  She bites her bottom lip, tempting me to do
it for her.  "Pretending I’m not here won’t make you stop wanting me," I
tell her, knowing the cocky tone of my voice will draw a response.

Her eyes shoot up to mine, a small hint of anger in them.  "I... I l-l-love
Willow," she tells me, scowling.  Even her scowl is enchanting.

"You want me," I tell her, moving my face closer.  I stop when my mouth is
less than an inch away from hers.  She blinks her eyes quickly, as though
she’s trying to wake from a dream, but this is no dream.  "Admit it," I
challenge her.  I move my mouth even closer, my eyes still locked on hers.
Our lips are almost touching.  "Kiss me, Tara," I growl softly.

Her fear almost takes her, but her desire wins out in the end.  She closes
the space between us as her lips touch mine.  I take her in my arms and
deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth.  I feel her arms wrap around
my neck, pulling me closer.  I have to hold back, much to my annoyance.  She
can’t handle my brand of passion... yet.

She leans in my arms, holding on for dear life.  I pull away from her,
allowing her to breathe.  My whole plan will go to hell if I smother her to
death.  She gasps for air, but doesn’t move away.  I pull her against me and
stroke her hair.  I give her enough time to catch her breath, but not enough
to think about what we’re doing.  There’s no backing out now.

I kiss her again, a little harder this time, but not enough to scare her.  I
feel her trembling in my arms and know it’s a good time to strike.  I reach
behind her and turn the knob to her door.  "Invite me in," I whisper against
her mouth.  She nods, but it’s not enough.  I raise an eyebrow.

"C-c-c-come in," she says in a shaky voice.  We go through the doorway still
facing one another.  I lock the door without turning around and take her
hands in mine.  She starts to say something, but I cut her off with another
kiss.  I move us to the bed, and she sits down, pulling me down with her.
As I start to lie on top of her, I feel something biting my ear.  I look up
to see a grumpy little kitten.

I pick it up with one hand and place a kiss on its nose.  "Sorry, little
one," I tell the kitten.  "But this show is NC-17."  Tara laughs as I sit up
and put the kitten on the floor.  Although her laughter is like music to me,
there are other noises I’d prefer to hear from her.  I turn the lamp off
while I’m up and move back to her, kissing her deeply.

I may have to move slow and be gentle with my blonde goddess... for now.  But
give me time.  She’ll be ready soon.  And Willow?  She may be jealous that I
took her girlfriend away, but she’ll deal with it.  As my hands move over
Tara’s body and I gently strip her clothing away, I realize there’s only one
thing that matters.

All it took was one kiss... one touch... and she was mine.