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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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Giles had found a mention of a creature lurking on the moors in England who started stealing children after peat cutters disturbed it. The Watcher who had noted down this tidbit had described the monster as being translucent when its body was found. Apparently it had been away from the bog for too long and had simply died.
"It could be our guy," Xander said. "That translucent bit could have something to do with chameleonic shapeshifting."
"Yes my thoughts exactly," said Giles.
"So we could just wait until it dies," said Willow.
"We don’t know how long that will be," said Buffy. "If it wasn’t eating babies I’d say we go for that plan - let the developers drain the swamp and just wait."
"Well we know where it is," said Giles. "That shouldn’t make it too difficult to find. If it can’t be killed by normal means, we should lure it out of the swamp and trap it."
"Eww, that’s a bit yucky Giles, locking something up until it dies," protested Buffy.
"Think of the babies Buffy," said Willow. She had her resolved face on but it did look a bit icked out as well.
"I’ll just have to kill it," said Buffy.
Tara hesitantly spoke. "Are, are you sure it’s a demon and not just some endangered species no one’s discovered yet?"
Buffy looked at Giles.
"I mean," continued Tara. "If its been living in the swamp not hurting anyone for years, its not its fault people are going into its territory."
"You have a point Tara," said Giles. "But the creature has taken children from locked homes. It has attacked people on the other side of Sunnydale. It would be different if it were just attacking the people working on the estate. The ability of this creature to move so quickly and, well, basically do seemingly impossible things indicates that it’s not natural."
"Don’t forget the shape-shifting. Very important, the shape-shifting," added Xander.
It had been decided then to go beard the snot monster in its den. Simple. Easy, hopefully. The Scoobies would meet just after dusk at the swamp.
"Buffy," Giles said. "Considering the effort it took you and Spike to scare the creature off last night, do you think you should enlist his aid for tonight’s encounter?"
Buffy had thought of that. There were some very good reasons NOT to even think about the idea. On the other hand, Giles had stated all the very good reasons for asking him to help.
"I don’t know, Giles," Buffy said. "He probably wouldn’t even want to help." Who am I kidding, Buffy thought. Spike had been a constant shadow on patrol for months now. He was helping you before you even knew it, a dark voice added.
"Lately he hasn’t seemed obverse to assisting us. He even volunteered information today."
You could go and ask him, an evil voice whispered to Buffy. You could go early and ask him.
"Ok," She sighed. "I’ll go ask him," she said. She looked at her watch, it was almost two hours before she had to go get Dawn from school.
"Are you sure Buffy, I..I could go if you’re uncomfortable, I notice you two were arguing today."
"No biggie Giles. It was just the usual. He was obnoxious, I hit him." She put on her jacket. "I’ll go ask."
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Buffy opened the crypt door. It was very quiet. Spike looked like…yes, he was! Spike was reading! And… he was wearing glasses.
"Hello Slayer," he said, fighting every urge to get up, grab her, kiss every inch of her body and fuck her brains out.
"Hey," said Buffy as calmly as possible. "Whatcha reading?"
"A book, its got two syllable words in it, you wouldn’t like it," said Spike. He very calmly put the book down. Doing well mate, he told himself. Don’t seem nervous at all.
"You need glasses?" Buffy was surprised. She walked over and sat opposite him.
"Only to read," said Spike a touch defensively. He took the glasses off and put them in a worn case. "Sometimes. When it’s a bit dark."
Buffy decided not to make a big deal out of this new found knowledge. There was something very vulnerable about his expression, as if he was expecting her to torment him.
"They suit you," she said. It was true, sort of. Muss his hair up like it had been last night and they would look just fine…
Spike looked shaken by her compliment. "Uh, thanks," he said, looking at her curiously.
"Ahem," said Buffy putting thoughts of last night out of her mind. "I, uh, came here to ask you a favour,"
The look Spike gave her was positively filthy. For some reason it made Buffy feel better. Spike being obnoxious, that was normal. She could handle that just fine. Spike whispering sweet nothings into her ear, that was difficult.
"Get your mind out of the gutter Spike," she snapped. Spike grew hard just watching her eyes flash. If it didn’t mean he’d never be allowed near her gorgeous body again, he’d keep her pissed off forever if he could. Buffy and angry equaled hot.
He grinned. "Sorry pet," he said. "How can I help you?"
Damn, thought Buffy, this was the Spike that made her uncomfortable again. She took a deep breath.
"We’re going after the slime monster tonight. I thought you might like to come along."
Spike’s heart leapt. The Scoobies needed his help. The Slayer needed his help.
"Not particularly," he said.
Buffy’s heart sank. It doesn’t matter, she told herself. Why should I care? He’s probably just saying no anyway to save face.
"That’s fine," she said. "Just thought I’d ask."
Spike looked at her curiously. She cared! She cared that he didn’t want to come. He’d just been joking. Who was he kidding, of course he’d help, he’d help whether she wanted him to or not. He knew they didn’t really need his help. They would get by without him. And he knew she wasn’t afraid of facing the demon. She must care otherwise she wouldn’t look so damn much like a kicked puppy.
"Of course I’ll come pet," he said, standing up. "As if I’d miss a chance to get slimed again by the bogey monster."
"Fine, good," said Buffy. "Whatever. We’re meeting at dusk at the swamp. We’ll wait for you if you don’t want to wear out your blanket."
"Thanks." There was a pause. Spike swallowed hard. He knew what he really wanted to do.
A sensible Slayer would go home now, Buffy thought. That’s because a sensible Slayer would not have had sex with a vampire last night, a part of her added darkly.
"It’s a while to sunset yet," offered Buffy, toying with the seam on his couch.
"A few hours," noted Spike. Another pause.
"I don’t have to pick Dawn up yet." They were very close to each other now. He could almost feel her breath.
Spike gave up trying to be calm. He pulled Buffy to him and kissed her hard. Buffy kissed him right back. Her arms wound themselves around Spike’s shoulders drawing him to her.
So this was a bad idea and only making matters worse. Buffy decided she’d worry about it later.
Spike grabbed her around the waist and held her tight against him. He covered her with hot desperate kisses and his hand roamed up to run through her hair. The hand that had been around her waist slid down to explore underneath her skirt. Buffy moaned, pressing herself against his erection. They moved blindly in the general direction of the bed but instead just made it to the tomb in the centre of the crypt. Somehow Spike lost his shirt. Buffy braced herself against the hard stone as Spike stopped tormenting her mouth and slowly slid kisses down her body, undoing her shirt and bra in his wake. Spike eased Buffy’s skirt over up over her hips and slid her panties off. About that point Buffy shut her eyes as Spike buried his face between her legs.
Sometime later, after they’d successfully managed a feat of Olympic standard gymnastics, not to mention some world class cunnilingus and fellatio and several impressive orgasms, Spike and Buffy collapsed against each other, panting. Spike leant against Buffy for a few seconds feeling her heart pounding beneath him. Then he picked her up and carried her to his bed. He kissed her mouth tenderly and held her to him.
They lay there exhausted for a while. Not sleeping, just lightly caressing, feet touching. Close.
"I’ve got something for you," Spike said suddenly, jumping out of bed.
"A present?" said Buffy in her little girl’s voice. She watched as Spike walked across the room naked. Buffy like, she thought.
The vampire opened a small box and pulled out a piece of paper. He returned to the bed and sat down beside Buffy. He looked at her almost shyly.
"Here," he said gruffly, handing her the paper.
Buffy opened the neatly folded paper. It was a poem.
"Did you write this?" she asked, looking up at Spike’s blue eyes.
"Its not very good," he answered. "But, but, well the meaning’s there." He stood up and walked to the other side of the crypt while Buffy read it. He wanted to see her face but he didn’t dare.
Buffy read the poem in silence. It was very old fashioned in style. And some of the rhymes, were almost imaginative to say the least, but the words... He had called her his sunrise and his dusk. Spike’s pacing had led him back to the bed.
"Its beautiful," Buffy said looking up at him. She meant it.
He kissed her so she wouldn’t say anymore. The kiss led into a longer one and soon they were entwined on the bed.
"What’s the time?" Buffy said suddenly, breaking away from him.
Spike squinted at the clock on his VCR.
"Three thirty," he told her.
"Oh, God, I’m late, I’ve got to pick Dawn up from school." She pulled her clothes on quickly. "Meet you at the entrance to the housing estate just after sundown, k?"
She pulled Spike to her, into a kiss that lasted too long.
"I’m late! Bye!"
Smiling like an idiot, Spike sunk down onto the bed again as she ran out. Something jabbed him. It was the folded piece of paper.
She’d forgotten it. Well she had been in a rush, reasoned Spike. Course she’d only been looking at it five seconds ago. Bloody stupid poem anyway.
The vampire rolled onto his stomach and rested his chin on the pillow. He had to give her credit for pretending she liked it.
He suddenly realised that the idea that she was the kind of person who would just discard a token of love like that hurt him the most. She could’ve at least taken it with her and chucked it away in private. That’s what a nice person would’ve done.
Since when did you ever deserve the Slayer being nice to you, Spike told himself. Then he laughed, the Slayer had been VERY nice to him lately, very very nice. Stupid bloody poem. Stupid bloody idiot for giving it to her. No wonder she left in a hurry.
Buffy was about halfway to the school when she remembered the poem. She’d forgotten it, how bad was that? She almost turned to go back for it, but she was so late as it was. She’d have to get it later.
And she was definitely NOT having sex with him again. No matter how fantastic it was and how many lovely poems he wrote her and how incredibly sweet he could be.