Title: 7 Deadly Sins: LUST - Buffy

Author: Lawrence Payne

Cast: Buffy.

Rating: PG-13

Timeline: Season 6: post Wrecked.

Setting: Pick a Sunnydale cemetery; sometime around midnight.

Archiving: If you want, sure. Feel free. Please tell me if you do.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. A whole slew of other people own these characters and concepts.

Comments: Constructive feedback is always appreciated. :)

Summary: Buffy's head tells her not to see Spike anymore, but another part of her desperately wants to.

Authors Note: This story gets a little dirty at the end so I gave it a PG 13 rating. If you are easily offended, stop here. And for future reference don't read any material rated PG-13.

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7 Deadly Sins: LUST

"What is wrong with me?" the newly reborn Buffy Summers asked herself as she walked past yet another headstone. "Why can't I stop thinking about him?" She stopped walking for a minute and leaned against a tree. "Come on girl, concentrate! You're on patrol. Be alert. Be here. Live in the moment!"

Buffy walked over to one of the larger headstones. She searched the area for any sign of trouble, there were none. Directly across from her was a large gray tombstone with the name 'Thompson' written on it. The name was vaguely familiar. There was something in yesterday's newspaper about a man who was found dead in the park with two stab wounds in his neck, there was also something about no blood being in the body. If she was the person she use to be, the woman she was before her death, and unwanted return, that would have been the kind of thing she paid attention to. Now, it was just another one of the endless and dreary details that were becoming increasing difficult to bear.

Buffy took one last look around. When she was sure she was alone, Buffy sat on a headstone across from the Thompson grave.

"You know about me and Spike right?" Buffy said to the tombstone.

'Mr. Thompson' did not answer.

"I know, I know! I promised myself I wouldn't see him again."

There was still no answer from 'Mr. Thompson'.

"You don't have to tell me again, I remember all the reasons why I decided not to see him again."

The small patch of ground remained silent.

"What? Go over them again? Fine. I will."

"Let's start with his place, it's a crypt. Back in LA, I wouldn't even consider dating a guy who didn't have a car. Now, I'm dating a guy who has a crypt. It's not even a good crypt! It smells like old dead bodies, it's infested with spiders and beetles, and Spike never cleans so it's always dusty. Plus, Spike never does laundry so his clothes always smell like his place."

"Every time I go there, we end up having sex, and every time we have sex something gets destroyed. Last time it was his mattress, before that it was his bedside lamb, and before that it was an entire house!"

"I know sex with Spike is dangerous," she told the tombstone, "not to mention kinky. He is a totally sick, twisted, and deprived person. The thought of spending one more night lying naked on my stomach with my hands behind my back while he pulls my hair, spanks my behind, calls me a vampire loving cock whore, and he makes me say things like 'I'm your Slayer bitch baby!' and 'Your the Big Bad Booty Daddy'; while he shoves his eternally long hard manhood into my firm, tight, upturned ass! I mean really," she laughed nervously. "Come on...! How disgusting is that...!?"

Several minutes of frantic pacing and a couple of long pauses later, "I wonder what Spike is doing right now? He might be in trouble. I'd better stop by the crypt and check him... err check things... out." As Buffy quickly walked away, the Thompson grave began to stir.

END

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