So – more drabbles and ficlets written for sf_fag_ends: prompts at top of fics somewhere.

Title:Goodbye

Creator:Slaymesoftly

Rating:PG-13

Setting: Season 6, Bronze

Summary/prompt: Don't Gripe About the Memory Wipe!

Goodbye

"Goodbye to you... Goodbye to everything that I knew..." His lips were an eraser – one kiss and she had forgotten what it was like to kiss Riley. Another one, and she forgot what it felt like to kiss Angel; the memory wiped out as she melted into the hard body attached to those lips. A third, and the world around them disappeared, nothing but the haunting strains of the singer's voice echoing throughout the club. "Goodbye to..." to being the kind of girl who didn't make-out in public, who didn't let a vampire murmur words of love into her unprotected throat as he worked a muscular thigh between her legs. "Goodbye to everything..."

She didn't think she was going to miss it.

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prompt was cheese or chocolate fondue... Christmas 2012...

CHRISTMAS BERRIES

"Why am I closing my eyes?"

"Can't you just do what I ask for once, Slayer? Come on, what can it hurt?"

Buffy's almost-shut eyes flew wide open and she stared at him, her mouth making small movements until she got her voice.

"I cannot believe you actually asked me that," she said, shaking her head. "Vampire asks Slayer, who lives on a hellmouth, 'What can it hurt'? if she shuts her eyes. Seriously?"

"Point, pet. But still... you know where we are, I'm only asking you to close your eyes for a few minutes while I..." He sighed. "It's a surprise, love. For you. Just for the holiday. Indulge me, please?"

Her lower lip came out and she was preparing her refusal when she sniffed the air. "Do I smell chocolate?"

"Might. Won't find out if you don't shut those pretty eyes, though." His voice dropped to the register she couldn't resist as he coaxed her with a gentle hand over her eyelids.

"Oooookay... but only for a—"

"Shush," he murmured. "Just wait right here... and don't peek."

Buffy settled herself against the headboard of the bed, resolutely squeezing her eyes closed and using her other senses to try to figure out what Spike was doing. He was back quickly, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"Open your mouth, love," he said, brushing his lips over hers. "Got something I want to put in it."

"Oh, Spike, that's just disgus—mmph!" Her lips closed around the chocolate covered strawberry he'd just placed in her mouth and she moaned in appreciation. Swallowing, she smiled her pleasure and opened her mouth again.

"Greedy little bint, aren't you?" he said, popping another morsel in her mouth. "I like that in a woman."

"You like anything in a woman," she said, licking her lips and opening her mouth again.

"Not true, love." He put another strawberry in her mouth, leaning in and licking a rivulet of warm chocolate off her lower lip. "I'm right choosy about my woman." He rubbed another strawberry over her lips, pulling it away when she tried to bite it and substituting his own chocolate-coated tongue. She giggled and sucked the chocolate off, sidetracking them both until Spike accidentally got too close to the fondue pot holding the chocolate.

"Bloody hell!"

Buffy opened her eyes at his cry of pain, tensing and staring around the room. "What? What's wrong? Do I have to kill it?"

"Nothing's wrong, love. Just got too distracted for a bit there and burned my arse." He glared at the offending pot before moving it back to its heater on a small table beside the bed.

"Poor baby," she giggled. "If it was anywhere else, I'd offer to kiss it better, but..."

"'s alright, Slayer. Know you're not going to kiss my arse, don't I? Although, if you wanted to give it a sympathetic rub..."

Buffy reached around behind him to stroke his ass, distracting them both again for several minutes. Only when she accidentally ran her hand over the minor burn did he flinch and remind them of what they were supposed to be doing.

"Sorry!"

"I'll live. Let's finish up these strawberries, yeah?" He took another berry off the plate and dipped it in the chocolate before offering it to her. Buffy wrapped her lips around it, taking his fingertips into her mouth at the same time and sucking on them until he growled. She grinned and let him pull his fingers out with a loud pop.

Before he could follow up on the look in his eyes, she reached around him for another strawberry, dipped it and offered it to him. He took it from her, taking his time getting all the chocolate off her fingers. They finished up the strawberries taking turns feeding each other, their breathing getting faster with each berry.

"We're out of strawberries," Buffy whispered in his ear as she felt around behind him, trying to find one on the plate.

"But we're not out of chocolate."

"We're not, are we? Whatever should we do with it?" Buffy's eyes were hooded as she ran her hand down his bare chest and settled back against the pillows with a slow smile.

"Oh, I think you know what we're going to with it, Slayer," he purred, bringing the pot to the bed again. He dipped his finger into the warm chocolate and scooped out a big glob. "Question is, where am I gonna do it?"

Buffy and Spike lay sprawled on the bed, the empty chocolate pot sat, forgotten, on the floor beside them.

"I need a shower... or a bath... or something."

"Why? Did I miss a spot?" There was no real curiosity in Spike's voice, only a lazy satisfaction. He turned his head to look at her. "Gotta say, love, I think it's a good look for you."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, you're all sticky too, mister. What are we going to do about this, huh? I have to get home and help with Christmas dinner – to which you've been invited, remember?"

"Like I'd forget that," he said, his voice and gaze suddenly alert and focused. "Still can't believe you're going to parade me in front of the Scoobies."

"I'm just inviting you to dinner. It's not like you aren't there a lot anyway. Nobody will think it's weird."

"Oh." His happy expression faded. "I reckon I ought to give you your gift now then?"

"This wasn't it?" Buffy tried to tease him out of the obvious disappointment her words caused.

"You know it wasn't. This was as much Happy Christmas to Spike as it was to Buffy."

She rolled over on top of him, making a face as their two sticky bodies touched. "I think you should bring me a present on Christmas Day, just like everybody else."

"Could cause a Scoobie meltdown," he warned, even as his expression brightened.

"Got to happen sooner or later, doesn't it? Might as well be Christmas when everyone's in a good mood."

"Good will toward men... er vampires."

"Exactly!" She pulled away, wincing when her skin appeared to be stuck. "Be there at five."

"With bells on, Slayer."

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Mashing Monsters (Halloween)

"What the bloody fuck—" Spike snarled and kicked the small demon trying to gnaw on his leg. He stared around. He knew it was Halloween—down time for most vamps and demons, although he'd never been much of a stickler about that tradition. So, why were the streets suddenly full of demons, monsters and strangely different vampires? And why were they all under four feet tall? He sniffed the air.

"Magic. I might have known..." He jumped onto the roof of a nearby car and sat down to watch the chaos developing around him. "This could be a lot of fun," he said to no one in particular, leaning back on his elbows and enjoying the sight of so many vicious, if tiny, creatures running around attacking the confused adults trying to control them. Every now and then, he'd see an older, larger monster of some sort, but the zombies sensed his lack of life and the other vampires weren't interested in his borrowed blood.

He tensed when a teenager dressed in military gear stopped to glare at him with suspicion. They exchanged hard stares, the boy caressing the stock of his very real-looking gun as he took in Spike's thuggish demeanor. A scream from down the street tore the soldier's attention away and he ran off before he got the opportunity to find out exactly how much not a charade Spike's dangerous image actually was. There'd been something familiar about the boy's face, but not the in the confident, possibly lethal attitude.

An equally familiar looking, barely-dressed, pretty redhead drifted by, seeming confused and worried. He hopped off the car, intent on following her, until he got close enough to notice how insubstantial she was.

"Bugger," he muttered, loud enough for her to spin around, see him, and squeak "Spike!" before taking off at a run. "Aha. One of the Slayer's little pals, then. All ghostly and whatnot." He strolled after her, absently batting away any small monsters that attempted to accost him. One flash of his true face was enough to cause all the temporary adult vampires to back off, and he was able to keep the fast-moving ghost in sight without trouble.

One part of his mind noticed that only some of the Halloween revelers had apparently turned into their costumes. His attention wandered from the ghost he'd been following, distracted by the scent and sight of a girl wearing a cat suit. It was obvious from her reaction when he walked up and offered to rub her ears—"... or anything else you have that might need rubbin'..." that she was not feeling anything like a cat, and in fact also recognized him. She screamed, slapped him, and bolted for a nearby house where the door opened quickly to let her in.

Spike shrugged and walked around the house, testing the barrier with one hand, as he passed the kitchen door. When he discovered that he couldn't get in, he sighed and went back to the street, looking for easier prey.

"Got to be some sweet young thing out here tonight what need's 'saving'. And I'm just the vamp to do it. And then I'll explain to her just how she can show her gratitude..." He wandered off toward the less residential part of town, listening for sounds of distress, and was soon rewarded with cries for help coming from a nearby alley. "Well, well. What have we here?" He licked his lips as he watched the would-be pirate manhandling the crying girl. Only when he got close enough to realize who the damsel in distress really was, did his eyes light up and his fangs descend.

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Moaning Stones (prompt)

What are you doing?" Buffy's whisper was more high-pitched than she'd intended.

"What am I doing? You're the one doing all the bloody moaning. I'd think you'd have more consideration of my feelings—"

"I'm not the one making those... sounds. It has to be you; and I think it's disgusting. Doing that while I'm right he—"

"It wasn't me, you bloody bitch. And if it wasn't you, then—"

"Oh. Then it wasn't either one of us... Well, that's... that's good. I guess. I mean, it means neither one of us is..."

"Means neither one of us is havin' as good a time as whatever's making that noise."

"Maybe... maybe it's in... pain?" The moaning was getting louder.

"Does that sound like pain to you?" Spike snorted. "Whatever it is, it's having a lot more fun than we are. If we're lucky, it's so busy being not-in-pain, it won't notice when we grab the amulet and scamper the hell out of here."

The sounds got louder as they crawled toward the box glowing just ahead of them.

"I don't see why they couldn't have put this thing in a real cave. You know, one that we can get in and out of in an upright position."

"I'm kind of enjoying this position, pet." Spike's voice contained an audible leer.

"What? Why, oh you—"

"I offered to go first. But you were so bloody sure I was trying to get something over on you..."

"You just pretended you wanted to go first so that I'd say no and you could be behind me. That's just... evil."

"Vampire, pet."

"What? Where? Ow!" Buffy stopped and rubbed her head where she'd whacked it against the ceiling.

"Here, you stupid bint. Vampire, evil? Ringing any bells, Slayer?"

"Fine, you go first then. Just grab the amulet and let's get out of here."

"Alright. No staring at my arse, though. Just flatten yourself against the wall so I can get by..." Suiting actions to words, he tried to get past her in the narrow space. Only to find himself pressed up against her squirming body. "Ah, Slayer, come on. That's not even fair," he groaned.

"I didn't do it on purpose, you dope! The wall pushed me."

"The wall pushed you? Oh that's pathetic, even for you."

"It did! I was all pressed against it so you could get by and then it just... pushed me."

"Pushed you. Up against me. Just as I was sliding past you. Whatever, Slayer. Hold your breath so I can squeeze through here and grab that—ah, got it." He tried to bring his arm down to put the amulet in his coat pocket, but something nudged the arm and he ended up with the amulet pressed up against Buffy's hip. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Didn't mean to do that."

"It's... " Buffy sounded a little breathless as he kept moving his hand around trying to reach his own pocket. "It's okay. Just put it in my pocket, since that's where your hand is."

"I think... alright, I got it. It's in your pocket and I... I think these bloody walls are pressing us closer together."

"I noticed that." Buffy's voice was breathy as she moved against him. "I'm trying to get loose, but—"

"But you're going to drive me bloody crazy if you don't stop that wigglin' around!"

"I'm just trying to get us—what are you doing?"

"Nothing. I just thought if I moved my arms up like this, you'd have more room to—Bloody hell, Slayer!"

"I didn't mean to do that!" Buffy's voice was muffled, coming as it was from the vicinity of his crotch where she'd somehow slid to in her attempts to wriggle back out of the shrinking passage.

"Well, undo it, or I'm not responsible for—"

"Stop that!"

Obviously speaking through his gritted teeth, Spike growled, "Your bloody mouth is right by my—and you're breathing hard. This is not something I've got any control over, luv."

"Okay, okay. We can do this. We got in here, we can get out of—Will you stop that stupid moaning!"

"Wasn't me."

"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the damn stones. They're distracting me."

"Getting a bit sidetracked myself," he said, shifting his hips until she was no longer breathing directly on him. "Can you get out the rest of the way?"

"I think... so... yeah! I'm almost... okay, I'm out. The walls aren't pushing in on me anymore, so if I can turn around... Okay, forget that. I'll just back out. Can you move now? Are you coming?"

"Apparently not," he sighed, sounding more aggrieved than relieved to be loose.

"Don't be disgusting, Spike."

"Says the woman who just spent the past ten minutes breathing on my long-suffering di—"

"Shut up, Spike. We are never speaking of this again."

"Speak for yourself, Slayer. This is the closest I've come to getting laid in weeks. I'm going to savor the memory."

The moans from the now normal-size tunnel walls had turned to something that sounded much more like complaining groans as Spike and Buffy worked their way back to the entrance. When they crawled out of the cave mouth, the moans turned to heart-broken shrieks before dying down completely.

"Do you think we killed it?"

"Don't give a bloody damn. That cave tried to distract us by making us think about... I hope it's dead."

"Was that so awful? I mean, thinking about..."

"Not for you maybe. I'm going be to walking funny until I can get home and have myself a good wank."

"Ewww, Spike. Way to spoil the moment." Buffy huffed and turned around to walk away. Spike watched her stalk off, back stiff, before he realized what she'd said.

"Wait! What? We were having a moment? Why didn't I know? Buffy? Wait!"

The end.