Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy. Don't own Spike. tear
A/N: This lovely story was co-written by MyLadyCatherine and valmontmerteuil. Hope you like!
"Once upon a time, in a land far away there was a king named Spike. He was ruler of dust bunnies and skulls in his crypt. There he pondered his days away, while the Slayer ate her own buggers. After having been told to sod off one too many times, King Spike decided it was time to slay the Slayer. So he came upon her castle, crossed her Riley-shaped-alligator filled moat, and drank deep of her Slayer-y blood."
"Are you kidding me? 'Riley-shaped alligators'?" Buffy rolled her hazel eyes. "Can't you be more creative? Plus, he left me a long time ago."
Our hero, Spike, rolled over to look at his favorite blonde beauty. "I'm sorry, Goldilocks, I'm doing the best I can. If you don't like it, you can just sod off. Without your clothes."
Buffy playfully pushed at his chiseled man chest before leaning in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. "I think they should have been Angel-shaped," she mumbled against those vampiricly warm, luscious lips.
"'Ey, I thought we agreed his name was never to be mentioned under this roof." Spike growled angrily.
"If you can even call this a roof. We're underground," Buffy answered sarcastically.
"Bullocks. A roof is a roof. If it's over your head, it's a roof." Spike was getting frustrated with the blonde bombshell.
"So an umbrella is a roof now, smart, dead guy?" Buffy smirked at the masculine vamp.
"Oh put a stake in me," Spike whispered sexily while simultaneously making sure his chest was not in staking range.
"Well, in any case, it was a cheap bed time story."
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