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Juliatheyounger
Author's Site: http://www.geocities.com/juliatheyounger/fiction.htm
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and all the clever people at Mutant Enemy etc own these characters, I'm just sad and obsessed with Spike and felt the need to write about them ;)
Summary: Spike, Buffy, sex. What? You want a plot? Ok, Spike and Buffy spend some quality time fighting a child snatching snot monster. Fluffy B/S shippy fic.
Rating: R for adult concepts, language and not too descriptive sex (sorry I'm no good at smut).
Spoilers: Season 5 up to Intervention (maybe some after that)
Feedback: Yes please! (Although I'm a Buffy/Spike shipper
virgin so please be gentle).
Distribution: In the extremely rare chance that someone a, actually reads this, and b
wants to put it elsewhere, then YES PLEASE DO! But let me know so I can be suitably
flattered.
Author's note: Set after the Glory incident. She imploded. I know, I know, terrible, sad things ACTUALLY happen in the real Buffyverse, but cos I'm in Australia I haven't seen the finale yet. I started writing this before I read those spoilers so just pretend this is an alternate universe where certain people don't die and Glory conveniently got sucked into her own personal black hole. Thanks! ;)
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Buffy sat on her bed talking on the phone to Giles. She and Spike were back at her house. Buffy had managed to get some sense out of the child and they’d returned it home to its frantic parents. Now she was filling Giles in on what had happened. Although it was close to midnight, the watcher hadn’t been asleep and he was extremely interested in Buffy’s news.
"It was definitely green you say."
"Like a big lizardy-frog thing. Did I mention it sneezed on Spike?"
"Yes, five times now," said Giles. "That’s very interesting, the description I mean, not the sneezing part, although that in itself was interesting the first time I heard it…where was I?"
"Interesting description?"
"Oh yes, well the other eyewitness described the creature as being grey and almost bird like."
"Do you think there’s more than one demon?"
"Possibly, I’ll look into it."
"Well you let the guys know and we’ll meet in the morning for the big research thing. I’ll go see if I can find it when Spike finishes washing his hair."
"All right Buffy, although hopefully there won’t be any more attacks tonight. So far this creature, whatever it is, hasn’t taken more than one child a night."
"Maybe the trauma of using Spike as a tissue will scare it away for awhile."
Giles was suddenly serious. "Buffy –" he began.
"Giles, you don’t have to tell me to be careful."
"I wasn’t going to say that!" he protested. "Oh all right I was. Be careful Buffy."
"I will, goodnight Giles."
Buffy hung up the phone and lay back on the bed. She could hear Spike in the shower. Suddenly she giggled. He was singing! She focused on the sound trying to make out the words.
"..man I’m so strung out, I’m high as a kite, I just might…"
The Violent Femmes?
"Start to check you out…let me go ooonnnnnnn, like a blister in the sun, let me go oonnnnnnnn big hands you know you’re the one."
Spike, William the Bloody, vampire, something that should be her mortal enemy was in her shower, singing a Violent Femmes song. For the sake of non wigginess, Buffy tried not to dwell too much on the Spike issue. Things were almost back to normal between them. He hadn’t said the L thing since, like, the Buffy bot. Maybe that had got it out of his system. That would be a good thing. Definitely. She remembered how she’d freaked when she first found out Spike had feelings for her. It had completely shaken her world view. Buffy had never even considered the concept. Spike had always been, Spike. Bad, evil Spike who always told her things she didn’t want to hear, who she could count on to be Spike, who she didn’t have to trust. Spike being snarky and a pain in the butt now somehow made her feel safe, as if everything was back to normal again. She didn’t hate him anymore. Found him obnoxious and irritating, yes, but she didn’t hate him. She had stopped hating him the moment she’d seen what Glory had done to him because he wouldn’t betray her. Now the good Spike hate was gone, Buffy didn’t want to deal with the feelings that were left.
Buffy rolled onto her stomach and fetched a magazine from beside the bed. She flicked through it idly, half listening to Spike, half trying not to. The magazine itself was a sign of how quiet things had been lately. Buffy had had enough time on her hands to go and buy a magazine.
"Who listens to this crap," she muttered, glancing over an article entitled, "How to blow his mind in bed". Who needed men anyway. Or sex. Or a boyfriend. Or sex. If she wanted sex she’d go and get a, a Parker clone, and do it with him. It would end up the same as always anyway. There was definitely something to be said for one night stands. It would just save time and all that money on Valentine’s day. Suddenly the shower stopped. Buffy concentrated on her magazine trying not to pay attention to the sounds of Spike drying himself off and getting dressed. Thoughts of Spike and the images the magazine had put in her head were becoming dangerously close to being combined. She almost wished he’d start singing again. The tune started up again. Then again, maybe not.
Finally he emerged. They had stopped off at his crypt on the way home and grabbed him some clean non-slimey clothes. Grey shirt, noted Buffy. Finally a change from black. Grey suits him. So does wet hair. Ok stop now.
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"Where’s the Nibblet?" Spike asked, drying his hair with a towel. He was trying to be nonchalant, hoping Buffy didn’t notice the bulge that had appeared in his pants at the sight of her lying on the bed. For fuck’s sake mate, he thought, she’s not even doing anything, just lying there reading that girly mag, playing with her hair, waiting for you to get out of the shower and…no, that wasn’t helping.
"Dawn’s staying at friend’s tonight. She’s over there like every other night now. I think she’s enjoying being a normal girl again." Buffy rolled over and sat up. "Besides I hate leaving her by herself when I’m out being Slayer Buffy."
"Why don’t you get a room mate?" Spike asked. "Some old biddy to be about when Dawn’s here. The house is plenty big."
Buffy sighed. "Then there’s the whole can’t-let-the-roomie-know-I’m-a-slayer thing."
"Yeh, guess you’re right pet." He paused. "What about your Watcher. Couldn’t he move in and keep an eye on the nibblet?"
Buffy laughed, "Giles? Please no. I love him to bits but I need a little bit of no Watcher time once in a while. Besides I think both he and Dawn would go mad living together."
Spike chuckled thinking about it. "I’m sure Giles would love spending his evenings painting his toenails and watching Party of Five." He hung the towel up on Buffy’s door knob. "Come on pet, I’m all cleaned up, lets go find this snot monster."
Buffy jumped up and grabbed her coat. Spike suddenly remembered his poor duster. He picked it up off the bathroom floor and examined it appraisingly. It was no good, it would need a thorough clean. He grabbed his cigarettes, lighter and money out of the pockets and dropped the duster on the pile of his dirty clothing.
"I’ll get those later if you don’t mind pet," Spike said.
Buffy looked at the pile of black slimey clothes on her nice clean bathroom floor.
"Don’t leave it too long," she said and headed down the stairs. Spike grinned and followed her. Any day Buffy didn’t feel the need to threaten him with stakage, well Spike would like to have said it was a good day, but in reality it seemed as if it were missing something. He’d provoke her to it yet.