Title: Hope
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Hope" on the subject line.)
Subject: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Category: B/S UST.
Rating: G
Summary: He sees it, in her eyes.
Spoilers: Don't know the name, but it was last weeks episode - Jan. 14. The one where Spike is finally free from the First.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: Buffy and Spike, regretfully, will not be returning to the show next season. That it because I have kidnapped them and they now live in my closet where they sit and give me inspiration for my fics. Oh, and Spike helps with....other things. My humble apologies to Joss Whedon, WGN, and Mutant Enemy Inc. No copyright infringement is intended, only my personal pleasure.
Author's notes: OK, you might want to be sitting down when you hear this (although, since you're at the computer, I guess you already are....). I finished two fics today. *Two*. *Finished*. Major accomplishment. So here's the first, sorry that it's so incredibly short. Hopefully the other fic, Peroxide Stains, will satisfy your Spuffy craving. However, it's pending. Don't know when it will be up - I'm waiting for the okay to use a graphic as the header for it. Sorry 'bout that. In the meantime, on with the show.....
Dedication: To Indira. Lestat......need I say more? Oh, okay. Imperfect Circle! Ao! Plastic fern! And cocktail olives!
~*~
Spike winced as Buffy shifted, almost imperceptibly, on top of him.
"Oh! Sorry!" she exclaimed. "Are you still hurt?"
"Just a scratch, really," he tried to assure her, pushing at her small, meddling hands.
"No, Spike, let me see," she insisted. Lifting her shirt, she slid her hands up and over his rock-hard abdomen, searching for the wound. Ah, there it was - a jagged, reddened knife wound slightly to the left of his navel. No, it wasn't too bad - with his advanced healing, it would be gone in a day or two. But somehow, she couldn't seem to pull her hands away from his icy skin.
Below her, Spike's soul was waging a furious internal war between logic, passion, and his vampiric instincts. His inner demon told him to drain her, but his shiny new soul held him in check. Meanwhile, his passions screamed at him to throw her to the ground and shag her senseless. Logic, however, won out. Even as the muscles in his abdomen shuddered and clenched at her touch, he reminded himself that now was not the time; it was too soon. Maybe in a few weeks - maybe then he might actually have the courage to try something. Maybe then she wouldn't push him away.
So he settled for gently taking her hand in his and holding it, his thumb stroking the soft skin. Their eyes met and held, and in that instant and he saw it. There, in her eyes, was a spark of something wonderful. Hope, as he saw it. With the tenderest of smiles, he gave her hand a light squeeze, and his blackened, unbeating heart thrilled when she returned it. It wasn't much; not compared to what they had shared in the past.
But for now, it was enough.
It was hope.
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Hope" on the subject line.)
Subject: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Category: B/S UST.
Rating: G
Summary: He sees it, in her eyes.
Spoilers: Don't know the name, but it was last weeks episode - Jan. 14. The one where Spike is finally free from the First.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: Buffy and Spike, regretfully, will not be returning to the show next season. That it because I have kidnapped them and they now live in my closet where they sit and give me inspiration for my fics. Oh, and Spike helps with....other things. My humble apologies to Joss Whedon, WGN, and Mutant Enemy Inc. No copyright infringement is intended, only my personal pleasure.
Author's notes: OK, you might want to be sitting down when you hear this (although, since you're at the computer, I guess you already are....). I finished two fics today. *Two*. *Finished*. Major accomplishment. So here's the first, sorry that it's so incredibly short. Hopefully the other fic, Peroxide Stains, will satisfy your Spuffy craving. However, it's pending. Don't know when it will be up - I'm waiting for the okay to use a graphic as the header for it. Sorry 'bout that. In the meantime, on with the show.....
Dedication: To Indira. Lestat......need I say more? Oh, okay. Imperfect Circle! Ao! Plastic fern! And cocktail olives!
~*~
Spike winced as Buffy shifted, almost imperceptibly, on top of him.
"Oh! Sorry!" she exclaimed. "Are you still hurt?"
"Just a scratch, really," he tried to assure her, pushing at her small, meddling hands.
"No, Spike, let me see," she insisted. Lifting her shirt, she slid her hands up and over his rock-hard abdomen, searching for the wound. Ah, there it was - a jagged, reddened knife wound slightly to the left of his navel. No, it wasn't too bad - with his advanced healing, it would be gone in a day or two. But somehow, she couldn't seem to pull her hands away from his icy skin.
Below her, Spike's soul was waging a furious internal war between logic, passion, and his vampiric instincts. His inner demon told him to drain her, but his shiny new soul held him in check. Meanwhile, his passions screamed at him to throw her to the ground and shag her senseless. Logic, however, won out. Even as the muscles in his abdomen shuddered and clenched at her touch, he reminded himself that now was not the time; it was too soon. Maybe in a few weeks - maybe then he might actually have the courage to try something. Maybe then she wouldn't push him away.
So he settled for gently taking her hand in his and holding it, his thumb stroking the soft skin. Their eyes met and held, and in that instant and he saw it. There, in her eyes, was a spark of something wonderful. Hope, as he saw it. With the tenderest of smiles, he gave her hand a light squeeze, and his blackened, unbeating heart thrilled when she returned it. It wasn't much; not compared to what they had shared in the past.
But for now, it was enough.
It was hope.
