"Longing"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used herein, and no profit was made by me in the writing of this story. I do not own any of the products named in here, and none of the songs either.
B/A
Spoilers: Buffy/Season 6, Angel/Season 3 but no Connor
**
Buffy drove her fist into the punching bag again. Smack! She took her anxiety out on the inanimate bag of sand over and over again. Her entire body was tense, drawn out like a bowstring. Angel had phoned that morning and said that he would be coming soon and that he had some important news to give her. But what could it be? She drew her fist back and drove it forward into the leather of the Everlast punching bag, drawing a satisfying breath at the thwack of the tape on the leather.
Angel wasn't the only thing that had her tense at the moment. A certain British vampire resembling Billy Idol was also part of the problem… Spike was constantly in her thoughts now, and those thoughts weren't always bad… She took her anxiety out on the punching bag over and over again until she was too exhausted even to think, then dropped to a seat on the floor, leaning against the wall. She sipped from her water bottle, then stood and moved to the portable boom box she'd brought with her, pushing play.
Billy Idol's greatest hits began to play; the song playing was "Rebel Yell." Buffy smirked, remembering the night before when Xander had made a crack about her leaving him alone with Billy Idol for a moment and Spike had said something about her giving a Rebel Yell when they had been together…
**
Spike paced his crypt, sipping from a bottle of Jack Daniels. He'd been anxious all day, and he didn't know why. His thoughts kept turning to the bloody poofter.. He growled and sipped from his bottle. The fact that he was thinking about his grandsire could only mean one thing: Angel was coming back to town. Most likely for *his* Buffy. He drew a heavy sigh in and let it out. Vampires didn't technically need to breathe but he somehow found the exercise comforting.
"Bugger this, I'm gonna go kill something." Spike set the bottle down in a convenient spot and armed himself in the latest of his masterpiece wood carvings. He'd been whittling sticks all day and it was time to use the new toy…
**
Buffy was singing along to "Cradle of Love" when all of a sudden there came a tap on her shoulder. She jumped about a foot in the air and swung a fist backward, connecting with the arm of Xander, who'd been prepared for her to attack. "Hey Buff, what has Spike been brainwashing you or something? And…oww…. That hurts you know…"
Buffy grinned. "Sorry, Xand, but you know better than to sneak up on me, especially when I'm as tense as I am tonight…" She winced, seeing the look of pain on Xander's face. "You ok?"
Xander nodded. "Nothing is hurt except my arm… I hope…" he gave a look of mock bravery.. Buffy started laughing and they both grinned. Just at that moment, Angel walked through the door of the Magic Box.
Xander's jaw dropped and he quickly made his exit.
"Angel…hey.." -Oh great, Buff, real smooth. You haven't seen him in forever and all you can say is "hey?"- Buffy thought to herself.
"Hey Buffy.." –Smooth, Angel, real smooth. All you can say is "hey?"- Angel's thoughts were along the exact same lines as Buffy's were at the moment. "I missed you," he continued lamely.
Buffy smiled. "I missed you too, Angel… How's Cordy?"
"She's fine…"
"Oh… Well… Listen, I've got to patrol, so would you mind coming with me?" Buffy asked, hope in her eyes. The face she made at Angel was the one he'd never been able to say no to, even when he'd wanted to.
"Sure… Why not…" Angel smiled at Buffy.
**
Spike hummed along to his favorite Billy Idol song, "Rebel Yell," as he walked through the park. He sat on a bench and hummed to it for a while, playing out a fantasy in his head along to the words.
"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
He saw himself sitting in his crypt as the invisible Buffy had come in. He saw them as they'd begun having their wicked way with each other….
"In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more."
He'd made her beg for more, more, more, till they were both worn out too much to go any further.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you here by me
Because
When he'd told her he loved her, she refused to accept it. She'd said that she couldn't love anyone other than Angel… So he had kicked her out, telling her that he wanted her all or nothing.
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
1 With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
As Spike came back to consciousness, humming the end of the song, who should walk up in front of him but the Poof and the Slayer. "Bloody hell, what do you want?"
"Hello to you too Spike." Angel grinned, having figured out a long time ago that the best way to get under Spike's skin was to not let him bother you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used herein, and no profit was made by me in the writing of this story. I do not own any of the products named in here, and none of the songs either.
B/A
Spoilers: Buffy/Season 6, Angel/Season 3 but no Connor
**
Buffy drove her fist into the punching bag again. Smack! She took her anxiety out on the inanimate bag of sand over and over again. Her entire body was tense, drawn out like a bowstring. Angel had phoned that morning and said that he would be coming soon and that he had some important news to give her. But what could it be? She drew her fist back and drove it forward into the leather of the Everlast punching bag, drawing a satisfying breath at the thwack of the tape on the leather.
Angel wasn't the only thing that had her tense at the moment. A certain British vampire resembling Billy Idol was also part of the problem… Spike was constantly in her thoughts now, and those thoughts weren't always bad… She took her anxiety out on the punching bag over and over again until she was too exhausted even to think, then dropped to a seat on the floor, leaning against the wall. She sipped from her water bottle, then stood and moved to the portable boom box she'd brought with her, pushing play.
Billy Idol's greatest hits began to play; the song playing was "Rebel Yell." Buffy smirked, remembering the night before when Xander had made a crack about her leaving him alone with Billy Idol for a moment and Spike had said something about her giving a Rebel Yell when they had been together…
**
Spike paced his crypt, sipping from a bottle of Jack Daniels. He'd been anxious all day, and he didn't know why. His thoughts kept turning to the bloody poofter.. He growled and sipped from his bottle. The fact that he was thinking about his grandsire could only mean one thing: Angel was coming back to town. Most likely for *his* Buffy. He drew a heavy sigh in and let it out. Vampires didn't technically need to breathe but he somehow found the exercise comforting.
"Bugger this, I'm gonna go kill something." Spike set the bottle down in a convenient spot and armed himself in the latest of his masterpiece wood carvings. He'd been whittling sticks all day and it was time to use the new toy…
**
Buffy was singing along to "Cradle of Love" when all of a sudden there came a tap on her shoulder. She jumped about a foot in the air and swung a fist backward, connecting with the arm of Xander, who'd been prepared for her to attack. "Hey Buff, what has Spike been brainwashing you or something? And…oww…. That hurts you know…"
Buffy grinned. "Sorry, Xand, but you know better than to sneak up on me, especially when I'm as tense as I am tonight…" She winced, seeing the look of pain on Xander's face. "You ok?"
Xander nodded. "Nothing is hurt except my arm… I hope…" he gave a look of mock bravery.. Buffy started laughing and they both grinned. Just at that moment, Angel walked through the door of the Magic Box.
Xander's jaw dropped and he quickly made his exit.
"Angel…hey.." -Oh great, Buff, real smooth. You haven't seen him in forever and all you can say is "hey?"- Buffy thought to herself.
"Hey Buffy.." –Smooth, Angel, real smooth. All you can say is "hey?"- Angel's thoughts were along the exact same lines as Buffy's were at the moment. "I missed you," he continued lamely.
Buffy smiled. "I missed you too, Angel… How's Cordy?"
"She's fine…"
"Oh… Well… Listen, I've got to patrol, so would you mind coming with me?" Buffy asked, hope in her eyes. The face she made at Angel was the one he'd never been able to say no to, even when he'd wanted to.
"Sure… Why not…" Angel smiled at Buffy.
**
Spike hummed along to his favorite Billy Idol song, "Rebel Yell," as he walked through the park. He sat on a bench and hummed to it for a while, playing out a fantasy in his head along to the words.
"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
He saw himself sitting in his crypt as the invisible Buffy had come in. He saw them as they'd begun having their wicked way with each other….
"In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more."
He'd made her beg for more, more, more, till they were both worn out too much to go any further.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you here by me
Because
When he'd told her he loved her, she refused to accept it. She'd said that she couldn't love anyone other than Angel… So he had kicked her out, telling her that he wanted her all or nothing.
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
1 With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
As Spike came back to consciousness, humming the end of the song, who should walk up in front of him but the Poof and the Slayer. "Bloody hell, what do you want?"
"Hello to you too Spike." Angel grinned, having figured out a long time ago that the best way to get under Spike's skin was to not let him bother you.