Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike
A/N: I wrote this in English class while we were supposed to be studying all the great poets of the 18th century and that. Writing about Buffy seemed far more interesting to me, lol.
Buffy the Slayer was out one night,
Looking for evil beasts to fight,
She struck a pose and flipped her hair,
And twirled her stake with expert flair.
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A shadowy figure came into view,
"Beware," Buffy called "I'm gonna stake you."
"Slayer," he said in his sexiest tone,
"OH it's just you Spike, I SO should have known."
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"So how 'bout it slayer a late night treat?
I'm up for some action, if you're in heat,
You can show me yours and I'll show you mine,
I remember how much you liked it last time!"
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"Spike you pig!" Said Buffy in rage,
(A furious slayer is not wise to engage)
So Spike backed off "Didn't mean to be rude,
I guess you just aren't in the mood."
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"UGH!" Buffy charged and aimed a kick,
Spike dodged it (but he had to be quick)
"I hate you Spike – you've got no chance!
Of seeing me without underpants!"
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She kicked and punched and fought and bit,
And Spike just laughed at Buffy's fit,
"You'll never be the one I like!"
She bellowed, as she tackled Spike.
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They fell in a heap and rolled to the right
Picking up speed as they took flight
Down the hill, the unlikely pair –
Landed tangled together near Spikes old lair.
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Buffy groaned, too tired to move
And Spike imagined her in the nude
He kissed her and her senses whacked-
She leaned in close and kissed him back.
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"She can't resist my charms," thought Spike
"I guess I won't be staked tonight!"
And Buffy's thoughts were far away,
As she gave in to wicked ways.