Hiyo! Since my wonderful big sister requests it , I will write my first and only Buffy Fanfic . Since I don't usually write anything but Yaoi anime...go easy on me No Flames!!
Buffy/Spike
Angst-fluff challenge fic .0
Joss Wedon owns Buffy Heil
Love like Winter By: HyperRyu-chan69
Breath…1….breath…2…breath…3. Spike exhaled his gasping breath as slowly as possible. The stake impaled in his chest was centimeters shy of piercing his dead heart. The blonde before him smirked and turned away slowly.
" Never touch me like that ….." she growled out as she trudged off to meet Xander and the others….
Spikes hand slowly felt its way up to his chest, and, in one fluid movement, and a single scream…the stake was gone. He collapsed slowly to the ground. Blindly reaching for his Marlboros, he sat back and sighed.
'What a bitch…'
He smirked slightly to himself as the cigarette pressed between his lips left curling trails of grey deathly smoke.
Spike lay there for some time before standing up slowly and limping back towards his home sullenly.
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Ding Dong ( a/n ignore clichéd doorbell noise)
Buffy rose slowly as she went for the door. She glanced woefully at her steaming plate of pasta as she grudgingly reached for the doorknob.
Upon opening her door, her first instinct was to slam shut again and go back to her starch and Betty Davis on TV. But, upon seeing his face...her heart swelled with unwanted sympathy for the blonde.
"Spike "
She gave him no more words. Just his name; that was all.
" ..Can I come in? "He asked quietly, and almost hesitantly.
Though he had been invited into the house already and the spell no longer had an affect…he had still been raised with manners; vampire or not.
She said nothing, but only left the door open and walked back to her pasta.
Spike meandered slowly towards the couch, sitting next to Buffy; but at a distance.
"Buffy….I'm sorry "
The words made the fork in her hand freeze. Had spike really just said those words to her? And with such honesty?
His hand reached out shyly and interlaced fingers with her own.
"…how is your wound?" she asked guiltily.
The blonde smirked, as always; with a cocky glint in his eye.
"You know me, pet. It'll take more than some cheap whittle of wood to rid you of me "
Through her guilt, she smiled and leaned a little closer.
He leaned in closer . He could feel her breath close to his ear.
"I'm sorry" she whispered softly.
He smiled and pressed his lips softly to Buffy's .
"Forgiven, pet. "
OMIGAWD THAT SUCKED! . damn..well , I tried anyway Hope you'll review kindly anyway! You better have enjoyed this Alyssa, or you die! No flaming . whhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.