so pleaz let me know what u all think thx Mrs. S
and it hasnt been proofed yet so bare with pleaz thx again i hope u Enjoy 
its a look back on Spike and Julias rel. Julia's POV in second person
Memories
By Pamela Sanada
How did this happen? How did you end up laying here hanging off the side of the bed haphazardly noticing the dust bunnies underneath the highboy? With a black haired angel hovering just above you sighing your name as your combined bliss comes to an end.
He gently pulls you up on the bed and then leans up against the headboard. So you curled up next to him and your ear ends up against his chest..
He reaches over to the nightstand for his pack of cigarettes then pulls the sheet up over you both. You?re starting off into space still in awe about what just conspired between you two but also feeling guilty.
You vaguely hear his lungs inhale while he lights up. A second later he hands you one bringing you back to earth or should you say mars. It was just like him to light up two at once. Even though you?ve shared a smoke with him before, he knew just like anyone that smokes that ya need your own after great sex.
And god sex with him was always great for reasons you didn?t want to fathom.
So, it should be no surprise how you ended up wrapped in nothing but the top sheet as you had been so many times before. Like times on a late night raid of the frig ravenous after hours of lovemaking. Feeding each other whatever left over food there was and it was usually Chinese.
And how many times have you laid like this? With your ear to his chest listening to him talk about everything and nothing as he drank whiskey. Hearing the liquid go down his throat when he swallows it. You can hear ketch in his throat then his heart beat clear as day as he held the smoke in to let to sink into his lungs.
And how many times did ya call him up ask him out for drinks? Then go over to get him and end up not going anywhere but flat on your back sprawled out on his unmade bed.
You?re so weak.
Every time. You tell him when to expect to get picked up. You show up on time, only to have him invite you in and tell you to make yourself at home. Saying he was just going to grab a quick shower then comes out dripping wet wrapped in nothing but a towel sexy as hell.
Not unlike tonight.
You sat and listened to the radio waiting for him to get done. Even the songs seemed to mock you with a ?All Night Long? here and a ?Love Me, Tonight? there.
You nervously smoked two cigs in a row and drank whiskey from his glass that was always on the nightstand. You smile to yourself licking your lips savoring the taste. He always tasted like whiskey and Marlboros when he kissed you. But he always smelled good, like spice and just something uniquely him.
And of course he emerged from the steamy bathroom, hair soaking wet with terry cloth flanking his hips. He causally grabbed a smoke from the other nightstand.
He knew just what he was doing. Who was he trying to kid?
And just who were you trying to kid? Yourself? Dressed in that tight black skirt you knew he loved. The red shirt with the slits in the short sleeves that run up to the shoulders along with the cinch in between the breasts. You always wore the outfit with the knee high black leather high-heeled boots. All covered up by the black leather blazer, which you checked at the door. You dressed like this for just drinks?
You?re a damn fool.
He approached the table you were sitting in his one bedroom flat. He takes a swig of the drink you had poured for yourself. Placing the glass back down then takes your hand and hauls you out of the chair. Crushing you to him, he gracefully swirls you around.
?Dance with me.? He says simply.
Holding you tightly against him in a classic slow dance. Some lilting jazz blues tune is on and here you are in his embrace, your left hand in his. Resting your right and on his bare shoulder with his arm snaked around your back. The warmth on his skin from his shower still evident and soaking seemingly into your bones. He is humming along with the music while he slowly but surly backs your knees up against the edge of the bed.
?Oh Spike, aren?t you tried of this dance we always do?? You ask knowing where this was heading.
He looks deep in your eyes and questions you back. ?Are you??
You can?t say anything as he closes the small gap in between you and slashes his mouth across yours. He kisses you senseless like always making you melt in his arms. Hell, you don?t even realize he is stripping you till his nose is between your cleavage.
Damn him.
And if you cared you might have calculated how long it took this time for your back to hit the sheets.
Damn you, Julia.
By that time Spike was effectively turning you into quivering bowl of jelly. But for some reason your insides always seemed to liquefy when your were with him. Just being around him was intoxicating, it had always been that way ever since the first time you met him.
You never had a man look at you like the way he did the night he was introduced to you. He came to play pool with his best friend innocently enough that night, only to come face to face with his soul mate as he put it later on. God you could never forget that look on his face when you turned to greet him, you almost forgot to breathe.
It wasn?t to long after we made love. And have been anytime we could ever since. You knew it was wrong and you both felt guilty afterwards but how could something so wrong feel so right.
Boy what an old clich? that one was but it was nevertheless true for all pretense and purposes.
We knew we would be caught in the act someday soon. It was inevitable. Hell, Vicious probably already knew and just didn?t care? Or something worse?he was waiting to ketch us with our pants down. Literally. He would most likely kill us. But if he did know all this time why hasn?t he come for us yet? It?s not like we run and hide and hell, the first time we almost were together he was here stopping by to see Spike.
You remember that day all to well don?t ya?
You and Spike ended up at some bar across town just you and him alone. Vicious was god only knows where. Spike bet you a fifty if you could beat him at a game of pool so of coarse you kicked his ass. Then teased him about it while you had a smoke over by the queue rack on the wall. He walked over to put his stick up and got way to close.
?I?ll take that fifty, now,? you joked with him.
He pulled out a hundred. ?Got change?? he asked holding the bill in your face.
?No,? was the answer he received.
?Well, I guess, you?ll just have to accept my other form of payment,? he says with a smirk.
?Oh and just what pray tell would that be?? you play along while snuffing out the cig on the floor.
?This...? his sexy reply met your ears seconds before his lips were on yours.
You became his right then and there. The connection between us was always present but was surreal till he kissed you that day.
We headed back to his place only to be headed off at the pass so to speak by Vicious who never thought anything of us hanging out that day. Because by then we had become good friends and had done so right in front of the man himself.
Vicious was good about that kind of stuff though, he let you have your own life and never questioned you about your friends or family. And never got jealous. Hell, you almost wish he did just to show you he cared maybe even a little bit. That was one reason you were drawn to Spike at first but then it took on a life of its own. And became so much, more that anything you could have hoped to get from or feel with Vicious.
Well? what did ya think? should i keep going? pleaz leave answer to that burning question below hehe thx so much Mrs. S