Scent.
Disclaimer: I own known of the Buffy characters, I just borrow them!
Summary: b/s fanfic… it's kinda deep, too hard to summarise!
Notes: italics are their thoughts.
Chapter 1 ~ the Scent of Him…
Buffy woke with a start… she had ended up with him again. Why do I always do this? It was the second time this week that the pair had gone out patrolling and ended back at Spike's crypt. They had a bond; there was no denying that… so why did she feel so disgusted with herself? I hate this! How can I let myself sleep with him?
"Why do I let myself do it?!" she said out loud whilst hastily putting on her clothes.
"Why do you let yourself do what pet?" Spike replied in a husky just-woken-up voice.
"Why do I let you use me, why do I give in?"
"You love it really slayer."
"no I don't I hate the disgusting feeling of being dirty after… blegh! Never again Spike!"
"you said that the last time, and the time before that! You can't resist it Buffy, I know you can't and I know I can't…"
"You think to highly of yourself…" she answered in a menacing voice.
"I'm sorry, did I hear that correctly? I think to highly of myself? You're the one that prances on here every night suggesting we patrol, you're the one who moves on me as soon as we get here, and you're the one who always screams for…"
"SHUT UP! I hate myself for this… I have feelings for you Spike but they're not strong enough… but sometimes they are…"
"I don't get it."
"When I go home… I don't want to wash you're scent off me, it comforts me… if I haven't got that then what have I got?!"
"It appears you now understand the meaning of obsessed."
"There you go again! Why do I even…" she couldn't finish her sentence because Spike had latched himself to her lips.
"You're so arousing when you're angry."
"You make me sick." With one powerful punch she sent Spike flying into the furthest wall and stalked out of the crypt letting sunlight pour in through wide, open door.
"Good Morning." She said as she left.
* * * *
"Hey Buffy, you disappeared again last night…"
"Oh I'm sorry Dawnie, I was at Spike's, I fell asleep on his couch."
"Yeah right…"
"Eeew, Dawn… No!"
"What ever, it doesn't matter anyway; Willow came home so she kept me company."
"I need a shower."
"You can't, there's no hot water, I had a one and so did will…"
"Great, now I get to stink of him…"
"Hang on I thought…"
"The smoke dawn, the smoke! God you've got a evil, evil mind!"
"Like I said before, whatever!"
Buffy smiled and went up to her room. A while ago he had left his Duster here… for a while it had smelt like him, the kind of smell she liked, one that smelt very much like the sheets of his bed.
"Gross!" she exclaimed shaking her head. "I hate him remember…" She went to her wardrobe and took the leather coat out and inhaled the smell. "Smells like Buffy… I suppose I should take it back… I'll go tonight…" and with that she curled up on her bed with the duster, trying to remember his scent, the scent that made her want him, need him and love him…
A/N: I don't know if I like this fanfic or not… it's been a while since I've written… tell me what you think!