Title: The things you do for love
Author: Lore and Heather
Rating:PG13
Summary: just a response to all the 'Kill-Spike'-fics
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue

"Buffy?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Giving that extra twirl of oil?"

"Buffy!!!"

"What? I'm just giving them what they want."

"With this?"

Her light shone as she lit up the match. He stared at her as she kneeled down and lit the pyre underneath the oven. Ignoring the sounds of frightened whispers above her. Both his demon and soul cringed at the casual look of glee on her face. Neither were sure if they should just go along and grin with the mayhem, or try and stop her.

"I don't really think this is what they want luv..."

"They're insane, " she pulled off the sacred bond of chastity that they'd forced her in, "and this itches." The metal clinked as it came off, shining in the firelight. "All the time they keep writing me to do stuff, bitchy evil stuff and laugh with it. They make me hurt you, make you suffer. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being the uncaring bitch who has to play victim all the time. Well if they want a bitch, I'll just give them a bitch."

"Hmm, sexy and scary. I think I'm in love." Spike said drily, smirking. He tilted his head for a second, staring at the flames that got ever higher. Wondering if he should pull them out of it. Hey he was supposed to be a good guy and letting people burn, even evil throlls... Hmmm fire pretty.

"Spike don't bother. Just look at that one, she had me put you on a pyre and make smores on it." Spike cringed at the memory. "And that one used Xander to kill you."

"Yes, but..."

"And..."

He placed a finger on her lip, silencing her for a second. "But it isn't about them, now is it. Buffy, you can't do this. Don't lower yourself to their level." She just licked his finger, her tongue slowly circling it. Her hand pulling him closer. The flames burned higher and higher in the background. He shivered all over. "Buffy... you're trying to distract me..."

"Is it working?"

Her hands moved under his shirt, lifting it up.

"Buffy..." He moaned at her warm touch.

"Please." God that sexy pout of hers was killing him. He just wanted to grab her and take her in front of the fires... But he had to be, had to be...

Couldn't he be bad for once, this once? No? "Buffy." Her hand slipped down, lower, lower... "Buffy!" He grabbed her arms, holding her back... "People, fire..."

She blinked, and pouted. "Do I have to?"

He tried to give her the hard, righteous stare... That melted away at her kicked puppy look. Then he tried to give her the wide open begging look, she just came closer again, forcing him to hold her off. Really not something he wanted to do...

She quivered her chin at him. "Pleeeeeeeeease, Spike?"

Resilience breaking at record speed. "No." And was it really his fault that his voice broke on that?

She finally lifted her arms, clicked off the oven and started moving out of the basement. "You do know that makes it sleeping on the couch for you buster."

"Aaaaaarrrrrggghhh!" He sighed then, and turned to start removing the writers from their uncomfortably warm prison. "The things I do for her..."