Cor, she's beautiful.
Spike watched her fight in the workout room. Swift punches were followed by echos.
The bint drives me crazy, though. Sometimes I just wanna smack the bloody hell outta her when she is in her bloody denial state.
Spike growled at himself. Why, why in the bloody hell did I come here again? He knew his answer well enough. The slayer had been avoiding him, and he came to the Magic Box last night, waiting for her to come. She never came. She never came for research, to practise, or to catch up with her Scooby Gang.
"Who's there?" Buffy stepped catiously toward where she heard his growl from the shadows. After pausing a minute, she paced over quickly, rage building in her step.
"Well, lemme guess. It's blone, annoying, and a vampire."
Spike let her grab him and pull him out of the shadows.
" 'Coz only you would get past the invite spell, know this room exists, and stalk me in the first place!"
Spike smirked at her. "Got me there, luv."
Buffy's face scowled. "Don't call me that."
Spike couldn't resist.
"Luv Luv Luv Luv Luv Lu-"
Buffy smiled as her punch slammed him to the floor, then walked back to her punching bag. "While you get up from that, Spike, I'll be practising for the next one. Unless, of course, you can tell me why the hell you're here in the fist place."
Spike got up, then walked over to her slowly. "Got stuck here. Was waiting for you."
Buffy tensed up. "I was at home with Dawn last night. And Willow was still hungover. I don't think either of us slept much. Why did you come here?"
Spike wrapped his arms around her from behind. For a moment she struggled, but then she gave into his cool embrace. "You come here almost every night, Luv. I know it. I wanna know why."
She turned her face around, her now calm eyes meeting his. "I fight. It helps vent out some of my anger."
Spike wiggled his eyes. "Wanna live target?"
"Spike, you're not ali-"
"Oh, shut up, bint- OW!"
Thus started a heavy fight. Swift moves, quick defenses. Hot, flashing movements pairing with cold, desicive swiftness. The fight had hardly finished before the two started their love making.
Night came, and they were lying unclothed on the dirty floor, saturated. Spike's arm was tucked under her head, and he kept his eyes on her as she stared at the ceiling.
"So how many popcorn dots are up there, luv?"
"So far, 374. And stop calling me that!"
"Whatcha gonna do, threaten me to death?"
"Spike, you ARE de-"
"Dead as you are? Except when I scratch that itch, of course."
"Pig."
"You know you love it, luv."
With that, he earned a welt on the side of his face. Buffy got up, and tried to assemble on clothing back together. She scowled when she realised her shirt was ripped down the middle. "When did this happen?" she looked at him.
"The first time, slayer."
"Pig."
"Luv."
Once again, they wrestled, but naked wrestling never gets anywhere fast. Soon all was abandoned in that department.
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Small chuckles were coming from far away. It was hot, steamy, and molten outside. The pair walked in the dark streets together, high on the latest kill. Their clothes were rich, dark, and finely made, their looks solid and appealing. They had been keeping a low profile lately, but they intended to make themselves known...very, very soon...
Spike watched her fight in the workout room. Swift punches were followed by echos.
The bint drives me crazy, though. Sometimes I just wanna smack the bloody hell outta her when she is in her bloody denial state.
Spike growled at himself. Why, why in the bloody hell did I come here again? He knew his answer well enough. The slayer had been avoiding him, and he came to the Magic Box last night, waiting for her to come. She never came. She never came for research, to practise, or to catch up with her Scooby Gang.
"Who's there?" Buffy stepped catiously toward where she heard his growl from the shadows. After pausing a minute, she paced over quickly, rage building in her step.
"Well, lemme guess. It's blone, annoying, and a vampire."
Spike let her grab him and pull him out of the shadows.
" 'Coz only you would get past the invite spell, know this room exists, and stalk me in the first place!"
Spike smirked at her. "Got me there, luv."
Buffy's face scowled. "Don't call me that."
Spike couldn't resist.
"Luv Luv Luv Luv Luv Lu-"
Buffy smiled as her punch slammed him to the floor, then walked back to her punching bag. "While you get up from that, Spike, I'll be practising for the next one. Unless, of course, you can tell me why the hell you're here in the fist place."
Spike got up, then walked over to her slowly. "Got stuck here. Was waiting for you."
Buffy tensed up. "I was at home with Dawn last night. And Willow was still hungover. I don't think either of us slept much. Why did you come here?"
Spike wrapped his arms around her from behind. For a moment she struggled, but then she gave into his cool embrace. "You come here almost every night, Luv. I know it. I wanna know why."
She turned her face around, her now calm eyes meeting his. "I fight. It helps vent out some of my anger."
Spike wiggled his eyes. "Wanna live target?"
"Spike, you're not ali-"
"Oh, shut up, bint- OW!"
Thus started a heavy fight. Swift moves, quick defenses. Hot, flashing movements pairing with cold, desicive swiftness. The fight had hardly finished before the two started their love making.
Night came, and they were lying unclothed on the dirty floor, saturated. Spike's arm was tucked under her head, and he kept his eyes on her as she stared at the ceiling.
"So how many popcorn dots are up there, luv?"
"So far, 374. And stop calling me that!"
"Whatcha gonna do, threaten me to death?"
"Spike, you ARE de-"
"Dead as you are? Except when I scratch that itch, of course."
"Pig."
"You know you love it, luv."
With that, he earned a welt on the side of his face. Buffy got up, and tried to assemble on clothing back together. She scowled when she realised her shirt was ripped down the middle. "When did this happen?" she looked at him.
"The first time, slayer."
"Pig."
"Luv."
Once again, they wrestled, but naked wrestling never gets anywhere fast. Soon all was abandoned in that department.
+++++++++++
Small chuckles were coming from far away. It was hot, steamy, and molten outside. The pair walked in the dark streets together, high on the latest kill. Their clothes were rich, dark, and finely made, their looks solid and appealing. They had been keeping a low profile lately, but they intended to make themselves known...very, very soon...