Disclaimer:
The characters "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are property of Joss Whedon. The god of all gods. Thank heaven for letting us have someone so talented on this earth, to entertain us mortals. The characters are used without permission.
This story is owned by me the author, Bella Blair, and may not be reproduced, retransmitted, or posted anywhere without my expressed permission.
Warnings/Ratings:
This story is rated PG-13.
Timeline:
Takes place after the episode "Smashed" of BTVS season 6.
Spoilers:
Episodes after "Wrecked" BTVS season 6.
Thanks:
To the Spikettes (www.james-marsters.com guest book/message board) thanks for driving me insane and making me obsessed with the blonde god that is James AKA Spike. When it comes to anything I write, I'll always mention my gals.
Feed Back:
Ohhh yes please I love to hear what you say about my work, or what I could add to it. Please review here, or mail me bella_blair@hotmail.com
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Confessions
"Sometimes I hate you" Buffy's hazel green eyes stare deep into Spike's crystal blue eyes, as they lay together in Spike's bed at the crypt.
"Why?" His face an expression of intrigue with a hint of pride.
"Sometimes you make me feel so different. So alive." A smile formed across her face.
"It's like your touch warms me from the inside, out. It melts me. It's like I have no control over my emotions when you're around Spike." Buffy paused, her smile fading.
"It doesn't seem so fair"
"Because you can control your emotions when I'm not around?"
"Yes"
"Because you can be sane-altogether Buffy, around your family and friends?" Buffy sighed.
"Yes"
"That's not you Buffy, when you're with them." She turns her face away from him.
"That's what they want to see, so you pretend." Spike places a hand on Buffy's chin lifting her face, so that their eyes met again.
"How long can you keep it up? How long till you start to crack, and they find out you're not so prefect after all."
"I'm afraid" Buffy's voice barely a whisper.
"Of what?" Spike brought Buffy's body closer to his. Her head resting on his naked chest.
"That they won't accept not-so-perfect Buffy. That they will hate me."
"And who will you come to when that happens?"
"You Spike". Buffy pauses and looks up at Spike again. "Sometimes I hate you"
The characters "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are property of Joss Whedon. The god of all gods. Thank heaven for letting us have someone so talented on this earth, to entertain us mortals. The characters are used without permission.
This story is owned by me the author, Bella Blair, and may not be reproduced, retransmitted, or posted anywhere without my expressed permission.
Warnings/Ratings:
This story is rated PG-13.
Timeline:
Takes place after the episode "Smashed" of BTVS season 6.
Spoilers:
Episodes after "Wrecked" BTVS season 6.
Thanks:
To the Spikettes (www.james-marsters.com guest book/message board) thanks for driving me insane and making me obsessed with the blonde god that is James AKA Spike. When it comes to anything I write, I'll always mention my gals.
Feed Back:
Ohhh yes please I love to hear what you say about my work, or what I could add to it. Please review here, or mail me bella_blair@hotmail.com
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Confessions
"Sometimes I hate you" Buffy's hazel green eyes stare deep into Spike's crystal blue eyes, as they lay together in Spike's bed at the crypt.
"Why?" His face an expression of intrigue with a hint of pride.
"Sometimes you make me feel so different. So alive." A smile formed across her face.
"It's like your touch warms me from the inside, out. It melts me. It's like I have no control over my emotions when you're around Spike." Buffy paused, her smile fading.
"It doesn't seem so fair"
"Because you can control your emotions when I'm not around?"
"Yes"
"Because you can be sane-altogether Buffy, around your family and friends?" Buffy sighed.
"Yes"
"That's not you Buffy, when you're with them." She turns her face away from him.
"That's what they want to see, so you pretend." Spike places a hand on Buffy's chin lifting her face, so that their eyes met again.
"How long can you keep it up? How long till you start to crack, and they find out you're not so prefect after all."
"I'm afraid" Buffy's voice barely a whisper.
"Of what?" Spike brought Buffy's body closer to his. Her head resting on his naked chest.
"That they won't accept not-so-perfect Buffy. That they will hate me."
"And who will you come to when that happens?"
"You Spike". Buffy pauses and looks up at Spike again. "Sometimes I hate you"