A shadow Blocking
Author: Trinity
Rating: PG/PG-13
Author's Notes: Pre-soul, pre Buffy dying and all the sex stuff with Spike and her. Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah, don't sue, blah blah.
The slayer made her way through the cemetery, bored out of her mind. After three cups of coffee, she was pumped with adrenaline and ready for a fight. Instead, the cemetery was still and silent, the shadows not moving.
Then, out of the shadows, a shadow slipped in front of her. Black pants, black shirt, black duster, boots, nails, the works. Peroxide blond hair.
"Get out of my way," Spike just watched her amused as he stood there, hands stuffed into his pockets. She moved to get past him, he blocked her. "Move or I'll punch you," she threatened and moved to her right, he stepped in her path, and grinned. The slayer glowered at him.
"Why?" he asked innocentley, cocking his head. The moon illuminated his eyes and hair, and the grin-turning-smirk. Buffy sighed, exasperated.
"Why are you always in my way, Spike?" she half asked, half whined. She moved, he blocked, she stepped, and he was was right there in front of her.
"I'm not always in your way, love, I'm just always there for you."
The comment made Buffy pause. Spike smirked even more. He loved seeing Buffy stumped and squirming a bit.
"That's one way of looking at it."
"Is it?" Spike lifted an eyebrow, leaning against a headstone. Spike was playing games again.
"Spike what are you playing at?" She sighed again and went to sit at a headtone opposite on him.
"Whoever said I was playing at anyhting?" he said with mock hurt, "Can't a bloke talk to his favorite slayer without getting jumped on?"
"I'm your only- I'm not your slayer!" She answered indignantly,
"Second, I'm not jumping you, you're just not acting very.fighting like tonight."
"I'm tired," He jumped down from his seat, and walked two steps toward her. She caught her breath.
"Kiss me,"
"What!?" Buffy pulled away, and fell over the tombstone on to her back, her feet still on the stone. Spike grabbed them.
"You heard me," Buffy pulled her legs away, and stood up, trying to compose herself.
"Spike, I would never kiss you!" She straightened her coat.
"Oh come on, pet, haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like?" he asked tantelizingly, stepping closer to her, their noses now almost touching. She swallowed, and breathed a little faster,
"See? You can't escape me," he taunted. He came a little closer, any closer and.
His lips brushed hers. Ice against fire. Buffy's breathing quickened a little more as spike kissed her. She shivered. The kiss started growing passionate, but then Buffy pushed away.
She stepped back, her breath calming itself as she put a hand over her heart as she tried to steady it. Spike had KISSED her, and she.she had liked it, and she.wanted more.
Amusment danced in Spike's blue eyes, as he licked his lips.
"See? You want me,"
Buffy started and stammered and then gave up and twirled a lock of her hair in her fingers. Spike slowly walked up to her again and this time it was her who pressed her lips to his. Her body burned as spike's cool hands roamed on it. It was funny cause you know, heat coming from cold.
Buffy was lost, and didn't care right now. Spike kissed.amazingly, gentley, and she didn't want him to stop. She got lost in his embrace, as the fog swirled around them.
Buffy was kissing the enemy and she loved it.
Author: Trinity
Rating: PG/PG-13
Author's Notes: Pre-soul, pre Buffy dying and all the sex stuff with Spike and her. Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah, don't sue, blah blah.
The slayer made her way through the cemetery, bored out of her mind. After three cups of coffee, she was pumped with adrenaline and ready for a fight. Instead, the cemetery was still and silent, the shadows not moving.
Then, out of the shadows, a shadow slipped in front of her. Black pants, black shirt, black duster, boots, nails, the works. Peroxide blond hair.
"Get out of my way," Spike just watched her amused as he stood there, hands stuffed into his pockets. She moved to get past him, he blocked her. "Move or I'll punch you," she threatened and moved to her right, he stepped in her path, and grinned. The slayer glowered at him.
"Why?" he asked innocentley, cocking his head. The moon illuminated his eyes and hair, and the grin-turning-smirk. Buffy sighed, exasperated.
"Why are you always in my way, Spike?" she half asked, half whined. She moved, he blocked, she stepped, and he was was right there in front of her.
"I'm not always in your way, love, I'm just always there for you."
The comment made Buffy pause. Spike smirked even more. He loved seeing Buffy stumped and squirming a bit.
"That's one way of looking at it."
"Is it?" Spike lifted an eyebrow, leaning against a headstone. Spike was playing games again.
"Spike what are you playing at?" She sighed again and went to sit at a headtone opposite on him.
"Whoever said I was playing at anyhting?" he said with mock hurt, "Can't a bloke talk to his favorite slayer without getting jumped on?"
"I'm your only- I'm not your slayer!" She answered indignantly,
"Second, I'm not jumping you, you're just not acting very.fighting like tonight."
"I'm tired," He jumped down from his seat, and walked two steps toward her. She caught her breath.
"Kiss me,"
"What!?" Buffy pulled away, and fell over the tombstone on to her back, her feet still on the stone. Spike grabbed them.
"You heard me," Buffy pulled her legs away, and stood up, trying to compose herself.
"Spike, I would never kiss you!" She straightened her coat.
"Oh come on, pet, haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like?" he asked tantelizingly, stepping closer to her, their noses now almost touching. She swallowed, and breathed a little faster,
"See? You can't escape me," he taunted. He came a little closer, any closer and.
His lips brushed hers. Ice against fire. Buffy's breathing quickened a little more as spike kissed her. She shivered. The kiss started growing passionate, but then Buffy pushed away.
She stepped back, her breath calming itself as she put a hand over her heart as she tried to steady it. Spike had KISSED her, and she.she had liked it, and she.wanted more.
Amusment danced in Spike's blue eyes, as he licked his lips.
"See? You want me,"
Buffy started and stammered and then gave up and twirled a lock of her hair in her fingers. Spike slowly walked up to her again and this time it was her who pressed her lips to his. Her body burned as spike's cool hands roamed on it. It was funny cause you know, heat coming from cold.
Buffy was lost, and didn't care right now. Spike kissed.amazingly, gentley, and she didn't want him to stop. She got lost in his embrace, as the fog swirled around them.
Buffy was kissing the enemy and she loved it.