Press Gang

This is a narration of my favorite scene from my favorite show ever (okay, one of them.) Characters and situations do not belong to me.

"Well.." she stepped a little closer in, wearing a strange, tender look on her face. I think it was then that I started shaking. With all of tonight's pain, I never imagined it would end with her looking at me like that. Like she loved me. Like she really was grateful. "We could always shake hands..."

"What?" I asked, truly perplexed, but studying her eyes, looking for a sign.

With a swoop like a bird's wing, her head was tilted and her lips were almost against mine. Her hand clutched mine, and she stopped.

"You're shaking," she said softly. She sounded surprised.

I laughed a little, "What, me? I'm as steady as a rock. That's just the world moving." She knew what I meant. Something like, 'Yes, I'm shaking, I'm scared, I never dreamed you'd bring me out this deep...'

She gave a soft, contented sigh and move in close again, her lips gently moving so close I could almost feel them, and then, abruptly pulled away again. "I think you're getting the wrong idea about this kiss, Spike."

I almost walked away, had to remind myself to not leave. She was right, of course. I was takign this all too seriously. I knew I wasn't what she needed. It was just a good night I should be enjoying this for the frienship that was between us, the special privilege of being close to Lynda Day..

"Naaw," I answered softly. "I understand. This is just a friendly kiss, a goodnight kiss, a thank you kiss. I understand." I was nervous, my lying must have showed. She smiled at me.

"I knew you were getting the wrong idea."

I smiled and everything turned.

She kissed me, and I think the world really did shake. After a few seconds of acquaintance, it was smooth, like running water, like some kind of poetry. I wanted to be a poet in that moment, a poet that never wrote about anything but Lynda Day. The world was all Lynda Day, and her brilliance lit the sky, and her lips melted against mine like they were made for each other. I never wanted to kiss another human female. Her tongue danced with mine and said all the things she never said, that I dreamed of hearing her say with words. I believed in her and me and then it stopped and she smiled proudly at me again.

"Now - do you remember your name?"

My name? Damn her, she knows the power she has over me, doesn't she? I smiled, flustered, and played it up a bit, "Uh.. Spike.. right?"

She smiled quizzically. "Oh. So that's who you are."

She walked away. I was smiling, wondering what the hell that meant. I watched the light go on in her room, then ran all the way home. Life doesn't get any better than this.