Rated PG-13 for naughty thoughts and implied sexual stuff. Just a little ficlet. Not really sure what season it's in. Probably 5th. Maybe 6th. Doesn't really matter though.
I'm sitting at the wooden table located at the Magick Box. Books are scattered around me, but people are not. All the Scoobies are out slaying some big badass while I'm here watching the stupid shop. But it's okay because while I'm here, all alone, I go upstairs and look at all the forbidden books and steal a couple of things. Lately my selection has grown: incense, tablet of mondargu, and a couple of items here and there that nobody ever notices.
The door opens and everyone comes through. I slowly slip an antique necklace in my pocket.
"Hey Dawn," Buffy says and I nod. It's all about nods and asking, but never really knowing.
"How was school?" she asks, but she doesn't really care. No one really cares anymore.
"It's good." And that's it. No further explanation. No, do anything fun today? No, get any A's on that paper you wrote that you stayed up all night for? No anything. Because that's what life has come down to these days. Asking, but not really caring. But, at least, caring enough to ask.
But then he walks in with his leather duster in tow and his bleached hair all perfect and slick-like. And he sits down and he's just so aloof with everything. And I admire him for that. Hell, I admire him anyway. He's just so sexy and dangerous and he really does care. Well, at least he acts like it does and I guess that's all that really counts.
He nods his head and smirks at me. It's hard for me not to swoon.
"Hey, love," he says and I know I went to heaven.
"Hey Spike," and my voice is so quiet and I try so hard not to blush. Because one word from him and I throw myself in all of these fantasies.
"How was that History test you had today?" And he really pays attention to me. He's not checking out Buffy, while making small talk with me. Or thinking about sex, while keeping his mind busy. The talking was really genuine.
"It was so hard! But Mr. Hottie gave me this look after the test, so it was either he wanted to jump my bones or I did well on the test." Spike coughed when he heard that. "But you know, I really wouldn't care which reason he looked at me for. But the first one would be nice." And I smiled and it was the real smile all day. But I was serious, I wouldn't mind Mr. Mellbourg fucking me right there on his desk.
"Cor, pet, nearly gave me a heart attack on that one." And he smirked back with a twinkle in his eyes as if he knew. I'm not sure what he knew, but he did.
"But I am glad you did well on that test. See, that's what I'm good for. History lessons, and of course, making you moan." And he said the last part with his tongue behind his teeth and his head cocked on the side.
And I didn't know how to pull that off, so I groaned deep in my throat and I closed my eyes. And I bit my lip and I leaned back in my chair and started to squirm.
"You sure do."
And there was laughter in his eyes, which were directed right at me. Buffy was by the register, so she was the complete opposite way. He lit up a smoke and took a long drag, blowing a smoke ring in my direction. I breathed it in and quirked my head.
"So how was your day? Kill any body good?"
And he smiled right back at me. And I knew what he was thinking. It was evident in his knowing eyes.
He was thinking how it felt for someone to care about him.
Maybe we weren't all about asking and not really caring. Maybe we're caring enough to actually ask.
