Disclaimer: Joss Whedon need I say more.
Distribution: Want, Take, Have
Summary: He doesn't like why he left anymore, she doesn't know why he came.
AN: Please engage your denial and suspend your disbelief now.
AN2: No Parker here, Oz never leaves, Buffy’s not as happy as she looks, Spike already been chipped.
Spoilers: None really my own little world fic. Alt season 4.
Feedback: Please like I beg all the time. And not just with anybody you’re special. Enjoy!

On the darkest night Sunnydale had seen in a while, a man clad in only the darkest of black walked the streets with such power the only noise where the whispers in the wind. He walked with purpose as always, and extended his coming home party to no one. He melted into the dark corners of the shadows where only the wicked would hide.

But as he continued on his path the wicked grew fearful, and returned to the cramped nests and sewers of the small town. He had a mission, a job to do. One he swore after long nights, and tiresome fights in LA he would not allow the luxury of until he could no longer bear the pain.

He was tired and bone weary with the knowledge that all he would ever need waited for him in the form of the most beautiful woman god had ever blessed the earth with.

So with fierce determination, and the hopeful reminder that he left this perfect angel for a life she better deserved, he stalked the darkness in search for even a glimpse of her happiness.

That's all he needed. That's all he craved.

The knowledge that he had told her to move on and she had. But what he craved more was the knowledge that what he deemed as the right thing hadn't destroyed the most precious thing ever bestowed to his care. Hadn't made her as soul weary, and hurt as he was now.

He finally found his goddess in the only club to ever grace the town. He took to the darkness he knew was available, and watched with anticipation the way her body was caressed by the music coming from a large speaker hanging in the rafters. One by one patrons fled the club. Taking understanding over common sense and running with it.

He did not blame them. The show would not last long, and by the time it was over. He would revel in the wonder at how he made it out alive. If he even wanted to.

The music loved her, and she it. She was a goddess on an altar that was created for her and her alone. The light surrounding her pushed the darkness covering her heart away. Pushed the hurt away. All the pain.

Dressed in only the smallest of skirts and tightest of tops she danced the only way she knew how. She danced for him. For his pleasure. For his pain. For his heart.

She knew he was there, hiding in the quite shadows. Watching her from afar as always. It did not bother her tonight. Tonight she was here for her pleasure, not just his. The thought gave her power.

The power to switch her hips and move her body the way she saw fit. Not the way her so called mate would allow. But the way she felt. Her heart, her mind, her body. But you love his soul. The aching between her thighs intensified, and the heat coming off her in waves grew more forceful.

She would not give in to her thoughts of him coming back for her. Nor would she dare to dream that he still wanted her the way she wanted him. No, she would not make him aware that he was the one who made her world complete, and brought her to her knees.

He would not stand there with his righteous anger, and tight body and leather pants and make her miss him. She woudn’t give him the satisfaction. Satisfaction oh what she could do with a little satisfaction in her life.

With her new outlook on the evening to come her erotic dance picked up and was carried out longer for his pleasure. Only him. She noticed the quite footsteps of those who knew better. Dragging with them those who didn't.

This was one more battle she was sure her heart would not win. And when he left her again for the bright lights and lost souls in LA she would revel in the

fact she could even still love. How could you love anything with a broken heart? But more importantly how could you love anybody else when the only man you love keeps your heart from others? For himself. For his pleasure, pain. Love.

Does he still love me?

Yes, no. The answers to her questions swirled around in her mind. They became lost in her sea of thoughts as another more tantalizing slow song came on.

The man decided to make his move. Knowing full well she was aware of him now, he no longer wished to hide. He'd stayed hidden for too long.

Her body was made complete by her mate grabbing her hips and pulling them towards his body. "Are you real?" She questioned. More afraid of the answer. She'd dreamed of him before.

This knowledge broke his heart. Here was his world in this beautiful woman, and she was standing there dancing with him. Wondering if he'd take her back. Had already had false hopes, and worse dreams only to wake up alone in bed.

He'd done it too much himself.

"I am" he replied. Knowing she had other more important questions.

He had to wait for several minutes before she spoke again. The closeness they had denied their bodies was clouding their minds. Especially hers.

"Promise me, you won't leave me ever again." Her lower lip trembled as she turned to face him. Eyes filled with unshed tears. And a heart too beaten, and

broken to let those tears fall.

But she could not control them, and they fell. Cascading down her cheeks, and wetting her halter top. Not to mention his royal blue silk shirt.

He raised one hand to wipe them away. They where marring her beauty, and he in turn felt that somewhat blasphemous. "I promise love, never again."

She let herself go, and those small tears turned into oceans of pain. Pain she had never let go of until the day he returned to her.

So she cried. And he held her as she did so. Knowing he was the cause of so many of those tears, but promising himself he would do everything he could to make sure she never cried because of pain again.

Because of him again. And he and she had forever to make it right. Forever to prove they could make it. That they could prove this place wrong. For a long while they held each other. Content to be at peace in one another's arms.

Soon the light's grew dim. The town seemed too small. Place's seemed to bleed into memories, and sounds where nothing more than whispers. That was forever for them. It held them in time, together, and never let go.

To leave is to die a little;
It is to die to what one loves.
One leaves behind a little of oneself
at any hour, any place.
- Edmund Haraucourt

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