Mrs.

Mrs. Winthrop- Epilogue of "All that Heaven Allows Series"

by: Isabelle

-Disclaimer: All of the main characters are owned by Josh Weddon and the WB. Lyrics Only You by Louis Armstrong.

-Rated: PG (Language, Adult Situation)

-Summary: Epilogue of Spike and Buffy series. S/B related. Spike and Buffy are taken by a rich underground demon-group with the purpose of being sold in an auction for millions. The plot thickens as they grow closer to each other and try to find a way back home. This story is set right after Season 4, so Season 5 hasen't happened, and won't happen.

-Author's Note: Please send feedback! My email is bih80@yahoo.com

Special thanks to Karla, Trish, all my reviewers and fans, the entire One good day group, because we are awsome and serve all the naked spikes Jessa has to offer. To my fam and friends for encouranging me to write, to the characters that hold so much life and possibilities and to the fans that have taken time out to send me reviews that have kept me writting, THANK YOU ALL!!!!

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Only you can make this world seem right

Only you can make the darkness bright

Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do

And fill my heart with love for only you

(Year: 2010, Egypt)

The room dazzled. High social-elite, fine champagne, expensive caviar. The finest catering available, waiters and maitre'd waltzing around the palace ballroom making sure everyone's needs were attended to.

People stood in mini-groups laughing at each other's jokes and delighting in each other's expensive company. The music was playing a swift tango and the couples relished in the celebration.

Women were dressed in ChloƩ and Versace and the men whore Armani and Prada. Gucci shoes graced the floor and Cuban cigars filled the room.

She stood out in the crowd. Her golden hair was twisted in a gentle arrangement, surrendering a few strands to frame her face. Her emerald green Oscar De la Renta dress cascaded until it kissed the floor. Backless to her lower waist, sleeveless to expose her gloved hands that held the fine champagne glass, and front low cut to give a hint of cleavage. Her diamond earrings were small but just the right size for her petite frame.

Her smile was being admired by all the men in the room. She was beautiful. Laughing with two other well dressed older ladies who seemed pleased to get her attention.

He saw her form across the room and started making his way there. Never taking his blue eyes away from her.

Only you can make this change in me

For it's true, you are my destiny

When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do

You're my dream come true, my one and only you

The women stared at him longingly. He was a picture of assurance and radiance. Strong jaw, and clear blue eyes, ash blonde hair, extremely well polished. He was dressed from head to toe in a black Prada suit, that enhanced his strong features and soft mouth. He smoked an exotic brand of cigarette, approaching her like a cat stalking its prey.

She felt when he walked up behind her. She always knew when he was around, perhaps it was the sound of his heartbeat that still mesmerized her or the smell of his cigarettes.

The tiny hairs on the nape of her neck responded to his presence and she excused herself from the ladies, knowing he was coming.

He stared for a moment at her curves, All still in place. He thought with a smile.

She waited when he didn't appear, she frowned, What game is he playing?

"Mrs. Winthrop, why the sad face?" he asked coming up behind her.

She turned to face him and smiled. "Detective, what a pleasant surprise!"

"Indeed, tell me Mrs. Winthrop, enjoying the yearly festivities." he asked smoking his cigarrettes.

"I always do, detective." she replied drinking her champagne.

"Really? Then why the sad face?" he asked with a concerned look.

"Well you see, detective, it's my husband." she stated.

"Hmm?"

"Yes, I am extremely worried about him." she said nodding.

"Well tell me Mrs. Winthrop, what's wrong with your husband?" he asked.

"Well," she said almost in a whisper. "Between you and me, I believe he's coming up with some type of flaccid disease."

He arched his eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, to say the least." she said in her best 'damsel in distress' tone. "We have not made love in two hours."

He looked at her "Two hours, you say?"

"Yes." she said nodding and looking at him with her large green eyes. "I am extremely worried."

"Are you now?"

"Absolutely." she said in despair.

"Well, Mrs. Winthrop." he said putting out his cigarette in the near ash tray. "Tell me, what would your husband have to do to prove his....sexual components....are....unflaccid?"

She smiled and placed a pensive look. "Well, I would think that first of all he would ask me to dance, then we'll find a open storage room where we'll shag like crazy bunnies, then he'll take me out of this stuffy party and into the elevator where we will go for another quickie. Then we'll call an cab and break the cherry on the back seat while getting to our hotel room where he will order champagne and chocolate covered strawberries and we'll make love until we're both dry and spent." She said taking the last swing of her champagne.

He was looking at her intently.

"Is that so?" he asked amused at her bluntness.

"I suppose that will be the only way." she said with a mock look of despair.

He took the champagne glass from her gloved hand and set it in the near table. Then turned to face her, his blue eyes blazing.

"Tell me, Mrs. Winthrop, would you like to dance?" he asked in a low husky voice when he hear the familiar lyrics begin.

She smiled.

"I'll be delighted to." she replied taking his hand while he led her to the dance floor.

Only you can make this change in me

For it's true, you are my destiny

"I know of a spare store room we can use for the good of your cause." he whispered in her ear.

She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Winthrop, I simply wouldn't know what to do without you."

And they danced,....but not for long.

When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do

You're my dream come true, my one and only you

One and only you

.......(~AND AS THEY SAY: LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER~).........................

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