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Summary: A series of short ficlets set far in the future, showing how Buffy and Spike turn out. *Definitely* B/S. *Book One Completed, August 2002 - December 2002* PG13

Author's Note: This is the first of a series of little future shots that I plan to write whenever the mood strikes me. I decided I needed to write something far removed from all the pointless angst of Buffy and Spike's relationship in order to give me something to look forward to. I hope you all enjoy...

Fragments of the Future - Book One
by Kantayra



This was the most beautiful moment of his life. He tried to think of any time that he had been happier and failed miserably. Nothing came close to this.

He rested one hand on the guardrail in front of him. Beyond it, thousands of gallons of water poured from the precipice of Niagara Falls, crashing and echoing when they finally hit the bottom.

And beyond the falls, the red line of the sunset still filled the horizon, casting deep, purple shadows across the landscape. Against the crimson edge of the last ray of daylight, the deep blue of night looked even more fascinating…even more mysterious.

He knew this night would bring great things, but he was in no hurry. This moment of anticipation was enough for him right now, and it was awe-inspiring in its own right.

He closed his eyes for a second and allowed his other senses to wash over him. The roar of the falls, the cool spray of water against his face, the fragrant floral scent of the spring air…

And the soft sigh of the woman beside him.

He opened his eyes again and turned to the young blond.

She was leaning against the rail, her arms crossed in front of her, with that same look of wonder on her face that he was sure he had.

“It’s beautiful,” she said breathlessly.

“We came at a good time,” he smiled at her, resting his other hand on the rail on the opposite side of her. “Couldn’t’ve asked for a better sunset…”

“Mmm…” she leaned back against him, and a whole new barrage of sensations flew through him. “I’m glad we came.” She caught his arm and wrapped it around her waist, interlacing her fingers with his as she held his hand to her bare midriff.

“So am I,” he agreed lazily, slowly bending down to kiss the white scar on her neck where he had first made her his forever.

She sighed and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access.

He took a few slow nips before returning to look at the growing night before them.

“It’s going to be a wonderful night,” she purred contentedly, echoing his own thoughts.

“Yeah, luv,” he smiled. “It really is.”

“So,” she played with his fingers at her waist. “where do you want to go next?”

“Wherever you want, kitten,” he said softly.

“Hmm…” she murmured thoughtfully.

“Well,” he asked, “where are we going?”

“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “I just want to be here for a little while longer.”

“Then let’s just be here,” he kissed her hair lightly.

From this angle, he could see every vein and imperfection of her soft throat. He’d already memorized them all, but that never ceased to make them beautiful to him. He noted with mild amusement that her white bra strap was peaking out of her summer top. For some odd reason, it made him feel like a voyeur to look at it. It was ridiculous, of course. He’d made love to her practically every night for the last thirty-seven years.

But it was always at moments like this, when things were quiet and they were just together that he felt they were the most intimate.

“You decide,” she abruptly declared.

“What?” he chuckled slightly.

“You decide,” she repeated. “Where are we going?”

“Oh no,” he tsked her. “This is your trip. I’ve already seen the world. You’re the one who needs to catch up.”

“And who better than you to be my guide?” she turned around in his arms and ran her hands gently up and down his shoulders. She looked up into his eyes with big, wide hazel pools. “I bet you know all sorts of wonderful places to visit…” She gave him a shy smile.

He threw his head back with a whoop of laughter. “Cor, you’re impossible, Buffy!” he exclaimed.

“Always,” she agreed. “So?”

We’ll decide that tomorrow,” he gave her a wry smile. “Together.”

“OK,” her smile brightened, and she reached up with one hand to touch his cheek.

His eyelashes fluttered closed, and he took a deep, unnecessary breath, burning this moment into his memory forever.


His eyes opened at the sound of her voice.

“Yes, luv?”

“I love you, Spike,” she looked deep into his eyes as she said it.

That delighted look passed over her features just as it had every time since she first told him those words. She laughed at the pure joy on his face and the fact that she alone could put it there.

“I love you, too, kitten,” he brought his lips gently to her forehead. “Always.”

“Always,” she agreed before taking his hand and leading him back to their adventure.

Yes, it was definitely the best night of his life.

And the best part was that he knew every night after it would just get better...

Just a fun little ficlet. Let me know what you think...

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