To start off, if anyone notices that I ramble, then tell me. My first
story really emphasized the fact that I tend to go into every detail. So if
you find me going off into a tangent, please tell me.
Dis: Not mine, although if they were I definitely wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Summ: Buffy and Spike trade places, in more than one extent. Post-Chosen. I didn't want to place a certain time. Too risky, just go with it.
'And the blows just keep one comin,' though Buffy as she received a punch to the face. Regaining her balance, she sideswiped her opponent and looked over to where Spike was fighting two fledglings. Knowing that he was just toying with them and could dust them in a second, she returned to her fight and ducked another punch.
Getting tired of having herself being flown from one end of the cemetery to the other, she took out Mr. Pointy. Staking her vamp, she quickly disposed of him and dusted off the remains. Not up to saving Spike's butt also, when he could do it himself, she sat down on a tombstone and proceeded to clean her nails. Quickly assessing her digit status, she decided that she needed a long break. The first chance she got she would go and get a manicure. Screw evil for a night. They had messed up her nails so bad that the Powers deserved to give her a night for herself.
"Nice help love. I could have been hurt ya know." Spike came and plopped next to her, dusting off his own accomplishments.
"Eh, I figured since you've got, what? At least 200 years on them, you were ok." She continued to clean and observe her nails.
Spike rolled his eyes at the feminine gesture and stared off in space in front of him. "Right you are. Just because I'm older and smarter than they are, however, doesn't mean they're still not a pain in the ass." With that last statement, he looked over at her to see if she would get the nonverbal hint he was giving her.
She didn't. Instead she sighed and got up, walking towards her home. "Yeah well I guess it also doesn't help that they were, like, so much cuter than you either." She ducked her head so that her hair was covering her face and her smile. 'Let's see how he plays this one.'
"Hey!" Spike shot up from the lone stone and ran to catch up. "I'll have you know little missy that I am one hot and very attractive vampire, no compliments from you. And, and lots of girls like me. Yup right they do." He gave a little head bob, as if the action would further emphasize his point. "You should be jealous Slayer, I've got tons of women after me!"
"Ooh, yeah, I'm quaking in my boots." Suddenly, she stopped, looked seriously at him and got a little bit closer, making the distance in between them slim.
Spike caught a useless breath into his lungs, nervousness taking over his body. A whiff of vanilla caught in his nostrils and it was he could do not to take her in his arms and show her just how much attention he wanted to give her.
"Hey," she licked her lips, "are any of those girls named Candy or Muffin?" Buffy giggled and stepped away. In fact, she giggled until she fell right into the earth.
Dis: Not mine, although if they were I definitely wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Summ: Buffy and Spike trade places, in more than one extent. Post-Chosen. I didn't want to place a certain time. Too risky, just go with it.
'And the blows just keep one comin,' though Buffy as she received a punch to the face. Regaining her balance, she sideswiped her opponent and looked over to where Spike was fighting two fledglings. Knowing that he was just toying with them and could dust them in a second, she returned to her fight and ducked another punch.
Getting tired of having herself being flown from one end of the cemetery to the other, she took out Mr. Pointy. Staking her vamp, she quickly disposed of him and dusted off the remains. Not up to saving Spike's butt also, when he could do it himself, she sat down on a tombstone and proceeded to clean her nails. Quickly assessing her digit status, she decided that she needed a long break. The first chance she got she would go and get a manicure. Screw evil for a night. They had messed up her nails so bad that the Powers deserved to give her a night for herself.
"Nice help love. I could have been hurt ya know." Spike came and plopped next to her, dusting off his own accomplishments.
"Eh, I figured since you've got, what? At least 200 years on them, you were ok." She continued to clean and observe her nails.
Spike rolled his eyes at the feminine gesture and stared off in space in front of him. "Right you are. Just because I'm older and smarter than they are, however, doesn't mean they're still not a pain in the ass." With that last statement, he looked over at her to see if she would get the nonverbal hint he was giving her.
She didn't. Instead she sighed and got up, walking towards her home. "Yeah well I guess it also doesn't help that they were, like, so much cuter than you either." She ducked her head so that her hair was covering her face and her smile. 'Let's see how he plays this one.'
"Hey!" Spike shot up from the lone stone and ran to catch up. "I'll have you know little missy that I am one hot and very attractive vampire, no compliments from you. And, and lots of girls like me. Yup right they do." He gave a little head bob, as if the action would further emphasize his point. "You should be jealous Slayer, I've got tons of women after me!"
"Ooh, yeah, I'm quaking in my boots." Suddenly, she stopped, looked seriously at him and got a little bit closer, making the distance in between them slim.
Spike caught a useless breath into his lungs, nervousness taking over his body. A whiff of vanilla caught in his nostrils and it was he could do not to take her in his arms and show her just how much attention he wanted to give her.
"Hey," she licked her lips, "are any of those girls named Candy or Muffin?" Buffy giggled and stepped away. In fact, she giggled until she fell right into the earth.