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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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They walked through the cemetery circling around looking for any sign of the creature they’d been fighting earlier in the evening. Despite the ground around where they’d been fighting being covered in slime, there was no trail leading away in any direction.
"What now?"
"Don’t look at me, Slayer," said Spike lighting a cigarette.
"I try not to," Buffy said.
Spike smirked. So they were going to dance were they. The evening was getting better and better.
He pulled on his cigarette looking at Buffy thoughtfully.
Buffy eyed him suspiciously. What was he up to now.
"You know Slayer," he said. Here we go, thought Buffy, Spike Lesson the One Millionth. He didn’t get to finish however because suddenly three vampires sprang out of nowhere at them.
"No one for weeks and suddenly we have a snot monster and three vamps," said Buffy as she high-kicked a vampire in the head and punched another.
"Looks like evil’s finished taking its holiday Slayer."
"Pity you didn’t get to take a break too Spike." Buffy back flipped over a tombstone and landed stake down on a vampire.
He grinned at her. "No rest for the wicked luv." He slammed one of the vampires head first into at tombstone. "Except for this lot of course."
Punch, kick, slash, kick, bite, punch, kick, stake, puff, stake, puff. Finally, Buffy and Spike stood facing each other panting. Spike felt himself growing erect at the sight of her. Fuck she was gorgeous. All hot and sweaty and trembly. He knew the slaying affected her as well. He could smell the adrenaline in her veins. It was that other intoxicating scent, not fear, it was power and strength and victory. He wanted her.
"Come on pet, let’s go get us a coffee or something."
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This is a very bad idea, thought Buffy. There are so many things wrong with this idea. On the other hand, why is there anything wrong with this idea, its not like you haven’t eaten food with Spike before. You’re just getting a coffee and something to eat with Spike, an almost friend, after patrolling together. After kicking ass together. After getting all hot and bothered together. No, this is fine. It was times like these that Buffy really missed Riley. Someone to go home to and work off the slaying high with. She remembered an earlier conversation with Spike about his first slayer kill.
"You got off on it."
"Well, yeah. Suppose you’re telling me you don’t."
As much as she hated to admit it, it was true. The energy she felt when she was slaying, the high from defeating the demons. It left her buzzing, hyped up, horny. Faith had said much the same thing. How long has it been since Riley left, Buffy thought. Fuck almost a year. Well, half a year. Ok, 6 months and two days. Without sex, an annoying part of her mind added.
Spike drank his hot chocolate with marshmallows while Buffy had a café latte. They shared some nachos.
Angel had never eaten like Spike. Spike seemed to like food, almost seemed to need it, as well, food. Buffy wondered briefly how a vampire’s digestive system worked and decided not to go there.
"So," Spike said, fiddling too much with a sachet of sugar. "Have you seen that new Mummy flick?"
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Buffy wasn’t sure how they got around to talking about sex but somehow they were. How
did you go from the relative merits of horror flicks to comparing notes on recent shags?
There must have been a link somewhere between chainsaws and bondage and how much Dru had
liked it. Probably, but that had led to Angel, and that had led to Buffy
asking Spike a few pointed questions.
"Well its not like I bloody shagged him," Spike was saying. Buffy had not liked his non- committal response to her question.
"That’s nice to know," she said. "But come on Spike, you guys hung about together for decades, you must have some idea of how Angel, Angelus, was before…"
"Before he got all souled up? Why do you want to know Slayer?"
"What’s with answering all my questions with a question?" Buffy snapped. "You sound like a psychiatrist."
"You see a lot of psychiatrists do you Summers?"
Buffy just glared. "Tell me Spike."
"Pet, if you’re asking if he was all mean and nasty, the bite em and leave em type, then yeah. He was a fucking bastard. You know that."
She looked upset. Damn. Spike’s eye’s softened. "But he was different with Darla," he said gently.
"Oh?" Buffy didn’t know whether to be pleased or jealous at this news. Angel had been so gentle with her. Was he like that with Darla?
"Well, yeh there was still the biting stuff and Darla liked it rough a bit, but Angelus loved her, as much as he could at any rate. Wasn’t as much as me and Dru felt for each other, but Darla was the only thing he cared about."
"Oh." She wasn’t going to ask. She knew she needn’t ask, if Angel had loved Darla as much as he loved her, he would have lost his soul a long time ago. The question still hung there however. And if Angel could love Darla without a soul why couldn’t he love her?
Spike knew what she was thinking.
"Pet," he said. "Angel loved you, probably still loves you, more than her. But Darla made him. The whole sire business, it’s complicated."
"But when he, when he lost his soul. He hated me so much –"
"Course Angel still loved you when he lost his soul! That’s why he hated you so much. Trust me, I know how he bloody felt." There was a sudden silence as Spike realised what he’d said and Buffy realised too.
They both tried to make conversation at once.
"Do you still love Dru?"
"What about Soldier boy."
More awkward silence.
Then Spike coughed. "Yeh, I still love Dru. But I think the in love with her part is over. Probably ended with that Angelus crap."
"He took Dru from you?" Buffy asked. She remembered how Spike had joined forces with her so he could get Drusilla back.
"Only to be a prick. It the sire thing again Slayer, he’s Dru’s sire. He’s in her blood."
"And she’s in yours."
"Yeh." There was a pause.
"Did it hurt, when she left you?" Buffy’s voice was soft.
"Like broken glass." Then Spike pulled himself together and winked at the Slayer. "I mean, how could she pick a chaos demon over me?"
"I have no idea," Buffy said with heavy sarcasm, relieved the mood had lightened. The sensitive Spike of a moment before had unnerved her. Buffy didn’t want to admit why.
Spike pulled a face. "So go on, then. You and Captain Cardboard. Admit it, he was rebound guy wasn’t he?"
Spike was surprised at how pleased he was when Buffy vehemently denied this. For some reason the knowledge that Buffy got emotionally involved in her relationships made him happy. It kept his image of her intact.
He didn’t let her know this of course.
"I mean," Buffy continued. "It was different to Angel. But it wasn’t like Riley thought. Just because things weren’t angsty and life and death between us, didn’t mean I didn’t feel as much for him. It was special because things were so safe. I guess I took him for granted."
"He’s a stupid pillock and don’t you forget it," growled Spike a little too fiercely. "Don’t blame yourself Buffy. You needed him to be your calm in the storm is all. He wanted to be the storm."
Buffy cocked her head to the side and looked at Spike, searching his face. She gave him a half smile.
"Thanks," she said. "That sort of makes me feel better."
"Good," said Spike. "Now, spill the beans. Who was the most boring in bed, Angel or Riley?"
Buffy kicked him, hard. Hateful Spike was much easier to deal with.
Now she was defending her sex life for crying out loud. Trying to prove to Spike, of all people, that she had a very interesting sex life, thank you very much.
"Ok," she was saying. "I’m going to tell you something and if you tell ANYONE, I swear I’ll –"
"Stake me good and proper, yeah ok, go on, tell me your dark dirty secret Slayer."
Buffy glared at him.
"Riley once asked me to dress up in a nurse’s uniform."
Spike kept a straight face for two whole seconds. "You thought that was kinky?" he asked incredulously. He shook his head. "I shoulda known that was the wholesome kind of fantasy Whitebread would have. Now if it was Riley dressed up in the nurse’s uniform, that would have been interesting."
Buffy looked a bit annoyed. "Hey, we got plenty kinky," she protested.
"Now Dru," Spike continued. "She liked to mess with the gender roles."
Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"There was this one time- "
"Do I want to hear this?" Buffy interrupted.
"Ok, lets just say taking her to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show was probably a mistake."
Buffy smirked. "You as Frankenfurter hey?"
Spike grinned. Then leaned back. "Those nurse’s uniforms are damned uncomfortable though," he added.
"I think they’re supposed to be tight," said Buffy. She looked at Spike. "Aren’t you even a little bit worried I might tell people about all your interesting adventures?"
"Not really," said Spike, looking at his fingernails. "Who yer going to tell? Xander and that ex-demon chick of his get up to pretty much the same. And Red and Tara aren’t exactly conventional, although somehow I think they’re more into the strawberries and whipped cream thing than the manacles and nipple clamps."
"Ewww, graphics!"
Spike smirked at her. "You should try it sometime," he said.
"Have I mentioned how disgusting you are?"
Spike ignored her and continued through his list. "And Giles would just be embarrassed so it would be more than worth it."
"All right you’ve got a point. I’ll be traumatised for life all by myself."
Spike smirked. He raised the hot chocolate mug to his lips and looked at her speculatively over the rim. She could just tell he was about to be annoyingly insightful again. He put the mug down and was.
"The thing about you Slayer, is you want sex to be like a sodding Meg Ryan movie."
"Do go on, Mr Sweet Transvestite."
"You know what I mean, pink décor, some git warbling in the background about eternal love or somesuch. Sex isn’t always like that."
"No, sometimes it involves stilettos."
"Sometimes, pet, it’s fierce and passionate and messy and not nice."
Buffy swallowed. It might have been Spike’s suddenly intense look, it might have been his words or it could just be this damned conversation, but she was feeling very warm, uncomfortably excited. She was definitely sitting too close to him. Everything paused for two whole seconds. Then Spike leaned back, drained his mug of hot chocolate and surveyed Buffy thoughtfully.
"Take you and me love, we’re supposed to be mortal enemies right? You can’t tell me we wouldn’t have fun if we had sex. "
Buffy tried to look as sceptical as possible. She pointedly ignored her suddenly accelerated heart beat.
"Well I’d have fun anyway," said Spike comfortably. "And 120 years experience does count for something, let me tell you."
Buffy hadn’t considered that. Spike had managed to keep Dru happy for almost 115 of those years. That was a marathon effort by anyone’s terms. No, no, no, we are not considering having sex with Spike just to see what its like, she told herself firmly.
"I’ll just take your word for it and then you won’t have to prove it," she said dryly.
He smirked at her again. "Your loss luv."
"Ego much?" Buffy felt it was definitely time to get out of this situation. She moved in her chair and accidently brushed her leg against Spike’s. Definitely time to leave. "Have you finished?" she said shortly. "We should get going."