FATIGUE
By Annie
Summary: Just a little vignette, a dabble into the world of Buffyfic
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I don't own the X-Files then I certainly don't own Buffy.
FATIGUE
I'm tired of playing 'fuck the Slayer' games with disappointing look- alikes.
I'm tired of the doors slammed in my face - real and metaphorical.
I bared my emotional heart to her, something more dangerous to me than baring my physical heart could ever be. At least in this case.
She slammed the bloody door in my face. If I was surprised by the charm preventing me from crossing her threshold, I was positively decked by the slab of wood punctuating the 'no admittance' look on her face.
Wood is my enemy in more ways than one, apparently.
So I tried to kill her and her stupid friends any chance I got. So she thinks if my chip were gone, I would try to do it again.
So what?
I don't think I could, even without the damnable chip. Maybe the friends, but not her. Not Buffy.
If I was close enough to be touching her so freely as to be able to kill her, it would never happen.
I wouldn't hurt her. Although I might bloody well fuck her to death.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck and suck the warm life right out of her.
No, I don't. I want to sink my cock into her and have her suck the cold death right out of me instead.
I want to come on her stomach and see if I can warm the stuff back to life by rubbing it into her hot, alive skin.
I'm tired of having everything cold.
I want some bloody warmth.
By Annie
Summary: Just a little vignette, a dabble into the world of Buffyfic
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I don't own the X-Files then I certainly don't own Buffy.
FATIGUE
I'm tired of playing 'fuck the Slayer' games with disappointing look- alikes.
I'm tired of the doors slammed in my face - real and metaphorical.
I bared my emotional heart to her, something more dangerous to me than baring my physical heart could ever be. At least in this case.
She slammed the bloody door in my face. If I was surprised by the charm preventing me from crossing her threshold, I was positively decked by the slab of wood punctuating the 'no admittance' look on her face.
Wood is my enemy in more ways than one, apparently.
So I tried to kill her and her stupid friends any chance I got. So she thinks if my chip were gone, I would try to do it again.
So what?
I don't think I could, even without the damnable chip. Maybe the friends, but not her. Not Buffy.
If I was close enough to be touching her so freely as to be able to kill her, it would never happen.
I wouldn't hurt her. Although I might bloody well fuck her to death.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck and suck the warm life right out of her.
No, I don't. I want to sink my cock into her and have her suck the cold death right out of me instead.
I want to come on her stomach and see if I can warm the stuff back to life by rubbing it into her hot, alive skin.
I'm tired of having everything cold.
I want some bloody warmth.