Because I am the worlds biggest moron I managed to accidentally delete this entire story, instead of uploading a new chapter. Of all the stories I could have deleted, of course I delete the only one with multiple chapters. As far as story content goes, it's not a huge deal since I have all of the chapters saved on my computer. But for me it is a huge deal, because it means I lost all 82 reviews that you lovely, lovely people left. And I'd already deleted everything from my e-mail, so that's pretty much it. All gone. I'll re-post all 17 chapters, but if there's any chance you guys wouldn't mind leaving some reviews for chapters you've already read? Pretty, Pretty please? It won't make less moronic, but it would make me feel better. Also, I sincerely apologize to everyone who's waiting for chapter 18. We will get there eventually. And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go bang my head against a wall…
AN: This is the first chapter in a series of one shots. Each chapter will be a conversation about Buffy and Spike. They span from season two to post-series. This is kind of a new territory for me, since each chapter will be mostly dialogue, and I generally write on a more introspective level. I'm especially nervous about this first chapter, simply because I don't think I give good Dru or Angelus. But the idea of this conversation got in my head and wouldn't leave me alone so it wound up in the story.
AN2: Please forgive the extremely hokey title. It was just too obvious.
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Sunnydale, 1998
Their bodies twisted together, Angelus' teeth catching her bottom lip as he pulled away. She giggled.
"I'm just so pleased to have you back at last, my Angel. It's like we're a real family again."
She pulled back and began to spin, rolling her head to glance at the doorframe. Somewhere in the other room sat Spike, stuck in his chair. Drusilla's voice dropped to a whisper as she crept up to her sire.
"We must watch Willy though." She pushed Angelus down onto a chair and straddled him. "My sweet boy reeks of betrayal." She cocked her head and added with slight bemusement, "and electricity."
Angelus ran his hands up her thighs, bringing them to rest on her hips.
"What is there to worry about Dru? Spikes confined to that chair. Humans never recover from injuries like his. It will take him months to recover, maybe years."
"And yet I've heard the whispers. They come to me as I sleep. He wants what's yours. The Slayer, all for himself. Someday, he'll try to fight you for her."
"Relax baby. I've already got her. And after I play with her for a little while, her blood will be mine. As for our boy? By the time he's well enough to fight anyone, for anything, the slayer he's been so intent on will be long gone."
A nearly feral grin stretched across Dru's face and she leaned towards her lover once more.