TITLE: My Secret Love
AUTHOR: Pestilential Goddess
E-MAIL: rowena_1245@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive.
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns 'em. Coco Lee owns the song.
FEEDBACK: Questions? Comments? Criticism? Flames will be returned in kind, so don't bother.
SPOILERS: Maybe 'The Initiative'. Maybe. And some could argue that there's a little for 'Lover's Walk'
SUMMARY: Riley's got a crush. But on who? His POV.
AUTHORS NOTES: I'm not quite sure how this came out! I'm usually more of a B/Aer than a B/Rer. What's between the double slashes (//\\) is a song and what's between some weird doodies (^^) is thoughts. There's a bit of Riley-bashing and OOC for him, Spike and the other woman.
I watch her stunning figure wind sinuously through the crowd with Hostile 17's arms locked firmly around her waist until she turns slightly to hurry Buffy and I up. When he kisses her cheek gently, I feel the jealousy rise up in me. Buffy leans in a little and yells to be heard over the crowd.
"Where exactly are we going?"
A beautiful, mysterious smile is the only answer given by my goddess as we give up and follow her through the crowds of people congregating around the shops. We finally arrive at a decrepit building I don't recognise. Hostile 17 obviously does, however and he spins her around.
"Pet, please don't make me go to a kareoke bar." He is pleading. A Hostile is actually pleading. Unbelievable.
She pouts at him and looks as though she is about to cry.
"Kareoke's not that bad. I like it."
"See Spike? Riley agrees with me." Hostile 17 sighs.
"Fine. Fine. I'm not singing." She smiles happily and drags Buffy through the door.
We all sit down at a corner booth and Buffy gets us all some drinks. When the DJ announces that the next song will be 'Do You Want My Love' by Coco Lee, the love of my life gets up and heads over to the stage. Next thing I know, she's singing.
//Do you want my love?
Can you make me sweat?
Do you want it bad enough to make it soaking wet?//
^Yes. Yes, I do love you^
//Do you want my love?
Show me just how much tell me baby,
Do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you want my love//
^Is she singing to me? She's looking in my direction. Is she looking at me or at the Hostile sitting next to me? No, she has to be looking at me. Why would she be with a Hostile when she could be with me?^
I get up and walk purposefully over to her. "You sang really well." I tell her. She smiles slightly and thanks me. Before she can walk past me to where Buffy and Hostile 17 are sitting and waiting to congratulate her. I summon up all my courage, grab her shoulder and pull her towards me.
"Ow, Riley, that hurts." She exclaims.
I kiss her.
Then I feel a pair of arms yank me off her and start hitting me, before throwing me out of the club. I get up to walk back to Lowell House, knowing that tomorrow, I will be a walking bruise. Or to be more accurate, a dumped walking bruise. I gave up Buffy for the most beautiful woman in the world.
Joyce Summers.
AUTHOR: Pestilential Goddess
E-MAIL: rowena_1245@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive.
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns 'em. Coco Lee owns the song.
FEEDBACK: Questions? Comments? Criticism? Flames will be returned in kind, so don't bother.
SPOILERS: Maybe 'The Initiative'. Maybe. And some could argue that there's a little for 'Lover's Walk'
SUMMARY: Riley's got a crush. But on who? His POV.
AUTHORS NOTES: I'm not quite sure how this came out! I'm usually more of a B/Aer than a B/Rer. What's between the double slashes (//\\) is a song and what's between some weird doodies (^^) is thoughts. There's a bit of Riley-bashing and OOC for him, Spike and the other woman.
I watch her stunning figure wind sinuously through the crowd with Hostile 17's arms locked firmly around her waist until she turns slightly to hurry Buffy and I up. When he kisses her cheek gently, I feel the jealousy rise up in me. Buffy leans in a little and yells to be heard over the crowd.
"Where exactly are we going?"
A beautiful, mysterious smile is the only answer given by my goddess as we give up and follow her through the crowds of people congregating around the shops. We finally arrive at a decrepit building I don't recognise. Hostile 17 obviously does, however and he spins her around.
"Pet, please don't make me go to a kareoke bar." He is pleading. A Hostile is actually pleading. Unbelievable.
She pouts at him and looks as though she is about to cry.
"Kareoke's not that bad. I like it."
"See Spike? Riley agrees with me." Hostile 17 sighs.
"Fine. Fine. I'm not singing." She smiles happily and drags Buffy through the door.
We all sit down at a corner booth and Buffy gets us all some drinks. When the DJ announces that the next song will be 'Do You Want My Love' by Coco Lee, the love of my life gets up and heads over to the stage. Next thing I know, she's singing.
//Do you want my love?
Can you make me sweat?
Do you want it bad enough to make it soaking wet?//
^Yes. Yes, I do love you^
//Do you want my love?
Show me just how much tell me baby,
Do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you want my love//
^Is she singing to me? She's looking in my direction. Is she looking at me or at the Hostile sitting next to me? No, she has to be looking at me. Why would she be with a Hostile when she could be with me?^
I get up and walk purposefully over to her. "You sang really well." I tell her. She smiles slightly and thanks me. Before she can walk past me to where Buffy and Hostile 17 are sitting and waiting to congratulate her. I summon up all my courage, grab her shoulder and pull her towards me.
"Ow, Riley, that hurts." She exclaims.
I kiss her.
Then I feel a pair of arms yank me off her and start hitting me, before throwing me out of the club. I get up to walk back to Lowell House, knowing that tomorrow, I will be a walking bruise. Or to be more accurate, a dumped walking bruise. I gave up Buffy for the most beautiful woman in the world.
Joyce Summers.