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Shagging Harmony Kendall
by Indri
SUMMARY: Spike and Harm, together again, in mid-season AtS 5.
Spoilers to "You're Welcome". NC17.
One
Spike saunters into a bar near Wolfram and Hart, a plastic card in his hand.
"Double scotch," he orders, "but only the good stuff." He turns to check out the
rest of the crowd and spots Harmony Kendall. "And a drink for the lady too."
Harm gives him a suspicious look when he comes over. "Don't worry," he says,
"it's on Angel's tab." He turns to the bartender. "Hey! Free drinks for everyone
tonight!"
He leaves the card on the bar.
Two
Spike and Harmony are making out in the front seats of the Viper. There's not
much room to move, but they're limber. Spike's got his head flung back against
the driver-side window, his knee grazing the steering wheel while she crouches
over to blow him. At the critical moment his leg kicks out and cracks half the
windscreen.
They hear footsteps on concrete as Spike hurriedly zips himself up and Harm
wipes her mouth. Gunn peers through a window.
"What?" he says. "You couldn't have waited till you got out of the garage?"
Harm shakes her head sadly while Spike stares at the clutch.
Three
He stands in the hallway of Harmony's flat while she fixes the bedroom. He can
hear her picking up stuff from the floor and rummaging through drawers.
The flat and the furniture came with her job so she's been trying to make it
look "homey". Since Spike was here last, she's added a motivational print and a
vase: teamwork killer whales and synthetic roses.
"Ready!" Harm shouts.
Four
She's got the lamp turned low and the duvet pulled back just a little. There are
cushions padding the bedhead and a box of tissues is in easy arm's reach. The
room smells of perfume and lipgloss.
Harmony's leaning against the door to the bathroom, her chest thrust out and a
hand on her hip. She tosses back her hair as Spike advances.
Then the music starts and he stops in his tracks. "No, Harm," he says. "Not
Jennifer Rush."
Five
Her skirt's rucked up as she sits at the end of the bed, doing a little
strip-tease. She kicks off one shoe, running a hand up her thigh before she
kicks off the other. She pulls open her shirt with a mimed "Ta-da!" as if her
breasts should somehow surprise him.
The bra's turquoise satin with highlights of pink lace: Spike kneels to press
lips to her cleavage. When she pulls down a strap, Spike sucks in a nipple.
This is why he first made her acquaintance.
Six
Harmony's beautiful, a fact he sometimes forgets. Flawless skin spread out below
him, curves and hollows looking warm in the lamplight. But when he bends to kiss
her, her lips are cold and her tongue's like an oyster. This is always the worst
part for him, the first time he sinks into clammy, wet flesh.
He doesn't know any more how Buffy could stand this.
Seven
He likes to think of Buffy as shagging her way through Rome, taking on all the
nice Italian boys and leaving them in the dust. It'll be lunchtime now where she
is, so maybe she's having a nooner: sunlight streaming over her bed, her hair
gold on the pillow, some Italian's tanned arse pumping away.
Spike's eyes glaze over and the bed starts to creak. They've not broken it yet,
though they've chipped it.
Eight
Spike sags over Harm, unfocused eyes fixed on a spot near her ear. She pats his
head and fluffs his hair, calling him "Blondie Bear", as if he's a performing
dog who's just done a trick.
After a minute or two, she says, "Spike? Spike! My arm?" so he hauls himself up
on his elbows and pulls himself out, rolling onto his back.
"Thanks," says Harm.
Nine
Buffy always looks so happy in these fantasies of his: carefree, without a worry
in the world. But when he shows up, the look on her face changes, eight years of
unhappy memories crashing down. Oh, she's always pleased to see him, glad to
know that he's alive, but she winds up looking seriously at him over lattes,
talking about their relationship and what's to be done. And he can see that he's
just a burden now, baggage she has to be nice to.
Spike's always thought that if he could imagine something, it could be done. He
wants the happy ending, but can't imagine it.
Ten
"I kept telling them I'd known her the longest! Since kindergarten, even. We
used to go to Aspen together and totally spent years at the mall. She helped me
pick out my first dance dress and I helped her get her first date. And like,
nobody thought that was important! Like she wasn't my oldest friend and my pain
didn't count! It was all, 'Oh poor Angel, poor Gunn, Fred and Wes.' None of them
knew her the way I did!"
Harm clings to him, crying, getting snot all over his chest. He pats her back a
little. He'd be more sympathetic, but she hasn't got a soul.
Eleven
"Why unicorns?" he asks her.
"Because they're pretty, duh." She's putting her make-up back on, after her cry.
"And because no-one believes in them either."
Twelve
Harmony pulls back the bedsheet, taking his still-flaccid cock in her hand. She
looks at it speculatively as it starts to twitch.
"I can't believe you put this inside her," she says. "Slayer -- ew!"
Spike thinks about breaking her arm, throwing her across the room and beating
her with furniture until she starts fighting back, like he's done before. But
instead he seizes her wrist and asks, "Do you want another shag or not?"
Thirteen
The funny thing about Harm as a vampire is that she still has her limits. Half
of the things Spike can think of, in or out of bed, make her screw up her face,
so he has to stick to the classics.
He has her bent now over the side of the bed, with her arse in the air and her
knees on the floor. He pounds into her, his face buried deep in her dye-scented
hair. She grips the bed and thrusts back.
He must be doing something right because she snarls and fangs a pillow.
Fourteen
"I thought about asking Willow," Harm says. She's propped up on her elbow with
her tits in front of his nose. "You know, then maybe people would pay more
attention?"
Spike's hand palms a breast. "Ask what?" he says, carefully, thinking Kennedy's
more his type.
"If she'd give me a soul," Harm says. "But then I remembered I kept threatening
to kill her and that I've kinda teased her since first grade. But how was I to
know that someone that geeky would ever have something I want?" She flops onto
her back, inconsolable.
"Well then," Spike says, finding his hand empty again, "you'll just have to
suffer for your sins."
Fifteen
"Oh shoot!" Harm cries, just as he's falling asleep, "I keep forgetting!" She
climbs out of bed. Spike savours the sight of her backside through half-closed
lids: her thighs are still dripping. Maybe he's up for another round after all.
She brings back a slim book from inside a closet, but he takes it from her when
she gets back to the bed. Then he ducks his head down as she's standing there
and starts licking her out. Her knees give way after a while, so he plants his
hands on her arse cheeks, holding her up. She almost breaks his nose as she
comes.
When he looks up at her, his face wet, she presses her fingertips to her chest
to still her unbeating heart. Then she lets him fuck her tits.
Sixteen
He pauses for a moment in the bathroom as he looks around for a cloth. Buckets
of hair-care product and bath oils, three types of moisturiser for never-ageing
skin.
Above the empty mirror is the slogan, "Be your best". Spike thinks he's been and
done that and maybe it's time to move on.
Seventeen
She kisses him on the forehead as he wipes down her neck and chest. "You're so
good to me now," she says. She pulls the bedspread to one side so he can settle
back in. But when she reaches out to turn off the light she spots the slim book
on the nightstand.
It's The Sunnydale High School Yearbook 1999 and, christ, they all look so
young, even Harmony, who wears her makeup differently these days. Under half of
the pictures are little crosses, some black and some red. Harm has a red "x"
under her name; she puts a black "x" under Cordelia's.
Spike takes the pen from her, puts a cross under "Jonathan Levinson". Then Harm
finds him a red pen, so he can mark up Holden Webster.
"One of mine," he says.
Eighteen
Harmony's sleeping next to him, her lips parted and unbreathing. Spike goes on
looking through the book. He finds what he's after on a back page, the words,
"Absent: Buffy Summers."
He takes the black pen and marks two little crosses under her name. Then he puts
the book down, turns off the light, and lies down to sleep.
end
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