Burnt Chiffon
By Kat J
Two lines are from "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller. If you've read it you'll find them, even though I wrote them from memory.
"William? William Hartwell?" Joyce asked, approaching her dear friend.
"Is that you, Joyce?" he replied, regarding the older, green-chiffon-clad woman in front of him. "You know to call me Spike."
"Silly me. How've you been?"
"Quite well, thank you. And yourself?"
"Very well. Have you met my daughter, Buffy?" Joyce asked.
//He planted delicate kisses over the young woman's stomach, his fingers teasing her inner thighs. "This is wrong, Spike," she told him between breaths. "You're twice my age."//
"Not yet, no."
"It's her first ball, and she's ever so excited. She turned sixteen last month, you know."
//Their lips met, fingers tangling in each other's hair. "I'll be sixteen soon," she gasped. "Eighteen soon enough. But you'll have tired of me by then."//
"I suppose I should welcome her," he said with a slight smile. "Is she enjoying herself?"
"What do you think, Spike?" Joyce laughed lightly, indicating a young, delicate blond woman across the room. Buffy was smiling, and waved in their direction when she caught sight of them.
//"You're rich now, baby," she told him, writhing on his lap, "but I'll inherit my mother's money one day. Then I'll leave you, if you're not already gone. You'll see. You know I'm only with you for your money." She broke his heart every time she opened her mouth, but he loved her more with every word.//
"She's in the pink dress. Why don't you say hello, and then we can� talk� some more. Perhaps at my place?"
"You know I don't think of you like that. I'm in love with another," he told her.
"Of course, your mystery woman. Is she real, or is she just to make me jealous?"
//She gasped as he entered her. Her gaze met his as he began to slowly thrust into her. Her hands gripped the silk sheets; she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. She would never give him the satisfaction of crying out for him.//
"She's real enough," he replied. "If you'll excuse me, I will introduce myself to your lovely daughter."
"You complement her so, and yet you've never met. One might think she's your secret lover," Joyce told him slyly.
//"Buffy!" he yelled, at the height of his pleasure. Her breath caught as she came, her eyes fluttering closed as fatigue set in. She settled against him; she'd allow him to hold her, a small comfort.//
"Don't be silly, Joyce," Spike said quickly. "Of course not."
"I know," she replied. "But I wait for you yet."
"I've given you no hope to wait. Excuse me," he said, and wandered away from his lover's mother.
//"This has to end Spike," she told him as he enveloped her with his powerful arms. "It's wrong. I hate you�" she trailed off as she fell asleep.//
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