Title: The Coming Out Party Part One: Pairing Up
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
Rating: PG-15. Swearing.
Pairing: Buffy/ Clem. Part of my ever-expanding series, Demon!Cuddleverse.
Timing: Early season seven, following on from my previous fic, Buffy and Clem: the first cuddle.
Disclaimer: not mine. I'll play nice and not let anyone pay me for this (as if!), please don't sue.
Notes: It may help to read this series in order, at it would be very nice for me if you'd read the rest of it anyway, but this should stand alone.
Introduction Part One: Strong and Wrinkly
Buffy and Clem are walking home from their date, holding hands in Sunnydale's bright moonlight.
"Clem?" Buffy says.
"Yes, my petal?"
A vampire darts out of an alleyway behind them. Buffy releases Clem's hand, spins and stakes the creature, in one graceful move. Clem glances round, but keep going.
"This evening's been wonderful," Buffy goes on, "but."
"What is it, Buffy?" Clem stops walking now, and takes her strong hands in his wrinkly ones. "Is something worrying you?"
"I told Dawn where I was going, but when Xander asked, I said I, I was only patrolling."
Clem just looks at her, inviting confidence. "He's kind of sensitive about dating demons. With Spike, and Anya, it's sort of." she trails off.
"It's okay, Buffy. So long as we tell him when the time is right, there's no need to get upset about it." He pulls her close to him, and they hug.
"We'd better pick a date, make an official announcement," Buffy mumbles into his shoulder.
"That's a good idea. Sometime we can both be there, with all your friends."
"How about next Friday?" They move a little apart and start walking again, arms about each other.
"Definite, but why then?"
"We're having a 'welcome home' party for Willow. We didn't do it when she'd just got back from England, because there was so much going on, but we thought we'd have one now. How about it, Clem? You can come, we'll hold hands and tell them."
"That sounds good to me."
"So, where shall we go on our date afterwards?"
"What?"
"The date to celebrate our 'coming out', so to speak. It's a tradition, Clem."
"One of those ones you've just invented?"
"That's the sort. Where shall we go?"
"Maybe to the park, to cuddle in the dark."
"Bad rhymes again, Clem? I think you've been spending altogether too long with Spike."
"That must be it. Um, behind you."
Buffy turns and throws the fledgling vampire over the bonnet of a handy car. It only waves its arms once before floating away on the breeze, a sudden ashy look to it.
Introduction Part Two: Fangy and Clever
Giles and Spike are patrolling on the other side of town, holding hands in the moonlight.
"Rupert?" Spike says.
"Yes, William?"
"When will we be a real couple?"
"What ever do you mean? I thought we 'coupled' often enough last night."
"We did," Spike leers, and it crosses Rupert's mind that he'd like a photograph of that leer. It would encapsulate his William perfectly- sexy and fun, but also, as it melts into something more serious, understanding and intelligent. "The thing is, nobody knows. They accepted the idea that we had sex before, but then Adam, and." William trails off, his soul remembering more than it wants to, the happy mood broken.
"It was all just bad, as Buffy would put it." Rupert gathers his lover into his arms, and holds him tight. "It's okay, Will. They've forgiven you- souled you- for the things you did then."
"So we could tell them? On Friday, at the party?"
"That's rushi." Rupert suddenly realises he doesn't want to sound like he's putting it off, and changes it too, "I don't want to spoil Willow's party."
"It's your party too- you went to England with her." No reply. "You want to go back again, don't you? Don't you?"
"Yes, I want to go back. I enjoyed my time at home, for the most part."
"You've never really told me what happened."
"No, well, I don't have to, do I?"
"It would be nice if you did."
"I don't want to. Can we not talk about it?"
"If you insist."
Silence for a moment, William clearly unhappy about it, until Rupert says. "It's not that I don't want you to find out, just- not now, okay? How do you think we should tell them?"
"How do you mean?"
"Stop sulking- you know what I mean. One announcement? Individually?"
"Wasn't sulking. I think an announcement. Get it over with, and no one will make a scene in front of all the others."
"Unless they band together to have a joint scene."
"At least then you only have to sit through one."
"What would we say, anyway? 'Um, I think I ought to tell you I'm sleeping with Spike again.'"
"Something like that. Maybe more, 'Rupert and I are lovers now.'"
"Is that what we are? Lovers?"
"I think it's the only choice. What else could we say? Boyfriends? Research partners?"
"Not boyfriends. We're both too old for that."
"Speak for yourself, pet. I'm still young."
"You're a vampire. You'll be young forever."
"True."
There doesn't seem to be much else William can say to that, so he switches the subject back to announcements. "How about 'My husband and I would like to announce that this vampire is my new fucktoy.'"
"William!" Rupert can't restrain a giggle, though, and soon they are both laughing.
"My husband and I! 'William and Rupert are now officially wed.'"
"Or maybe in rhyme, 'Spike and Giles/ Could shag for miles/ So now you know/ Please let us go/ And don't stake the cad/ Who's snogging your dad.'"
"Oh dear. Now I know why they called you William the Bloody Awful Poet."
"Don't you just."
They walk on through the quiet streets, and vampires who happen to be around stay in the shadows, knowing that these two won't notice them unless they're actually attacked.
Introduction Part Three: Brickie and Blond
Xander and Harmony are groping in the back of Xander's beat-up car. "I don't have to do this, you know," Harmony tells him when he breaks a kiss to gasp for air.
"I.I'm....sure .you.don't," he pants in reply. "But why the hell are you here if you don't want to be?"
"I didn't say that," she says. "It's just I've got a new self help book that says you must never stay with a guy who won't take you to meet his friends."
"Then you can come to the party on Friday night, if you'll just.yes, like that."
'Funny- Spike use to like that, too,' Harmony thinks, and she would say it, but her mouth is somewhat busy.
Introduction Part Four: Red and Black
Willow and Drusilla lie side by side in the park, admiring the stars. "They're pretty, aren't they?"
"They are indeed, my Willow. They're all shiny and powerful, like you."
"Yes."
"Would you do a spell for me, Willow?"
"No, Dru, I don't do spells anymore. You know that."
"Oh. I'd forgotten. You're like the stars, shiny and powerful but not doing anything."
"That's right."
"And I can't do anything either. That nasty man- what's his name? I want to curse it."
"Riley."
"Riley, nasty, cursed, Riley, stupid, Riley, may his bits drop off and float away down the river."
"You're not so good at the spell casting, are you, Dru? I suppose that's for the best. The chip would go off and hurt you if one of them actually worked."
"I want my Spike to know, my other Will."
"You want me to tell the Scoobies about us?"
"Yes- at the party. Can I wear my gown to the party, Willow? Can I?"
"Anything you like, Dru."
"I want to look my best. They don't know that the nasty man got me, and now I hurt when I eat, do they?"
"Not as far as I know."
"Then we'll tell them. We'll hold hands and tell them, and they'll be so happy. Even Spikey will be happy that I'm with you."
"You think so?"
"I know. The stars whisper in my ear, just like you do."
Willow rolls over, and proceeds to whisper. "Do they tell you what I'm going to do next?"
Dru looks at her, dark eyes wide and loving. "No- but I know. You're going to make me happy."
"I hope so." The red head sets to work, touching her new lover in all the places that Tara had taught her. 'One girlfriends dies, my next one is already dead," she muses as she does so. 'I hope this lasts forever- I couldn't bear to lose again.'
Introduction Part Four: Talent and Tactless
"Hello?"
"Lorne? It's Anyaka."
"Oh, hello."
"Look, Lorne, will you be my date, just for one night?"
"Umm."
"It's a Scooby party for Willow, and I want to go, but not alone. It's kind of a vengeance on Xander deal."
"When?"
"Friday night. There'll be music. You could sing, I guess."
"Since you put it like that.okay."
"Thanks. See you."
Lorne puts the phone down, and mutters, "Strange woman. What's so intriguing about her?"
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
Rating: PG-15. Swearing.
Pairing: Buffy/ Clem. Part of my ever-expanding series, Demon!Cuddleverse.
Timing: Early season seven, following on from my previous fic, Buffy and Clem: the first cuddle.
Disclaimer: not mine. I'll play nice and not let anyone pay me for this (as if!), please don't sue.
Notes: It may help to read this series in order, at it would be very nice for me if you'd read the rest of it anyway, but this should stand alone.
Introduction Part One: Strong and Wrinkly
Buffy and Clem are walking home from their date, holding hands in Sunnydale's bright moonlight.
"Clem?" Buffy says.
"Yes, my petal?"
A vampire darts out of an alleyway behind them. Buffy releases Clem's hand, spins and stakes the creature, in one graceful move. Clem glances round, but keep going.
"This evening's been wonderful," Buffy goes on, "but."
"What is it, Buffy?" Clem stops walking now, and takes her strong hands in his wrinkly ones. "Is something worrying you?"
"I told Dawn where I was going, but when Xander asked, I said I, I was only patrolling."
Clem just looks at her, inviting confidence. "He's kind of sensitive about dating demons. With Spike, and Anya, it's sort of." she trails off.
"It's okay, Buffy. So long as we tell him when the time is right, there's no need to get upset about it." He pulls her close to him, and they hug.
"We'd better pick a date, make an official announcement," Buffy mumbles into his shoulder.
"That's a good idea. Sometime we can both be there, with all your friends."
"How about next Friday?" They move a little apart and start walking again, arms about each other.
"Definite, but why then?"
"We're having a 'welcome home' party for Willow. We didn't do it when she'd just got back from England, because there was so much going on, but we thought we'd have one now. How about it, Clem? You can come, we'll hold hands and tell them."
"That sounds good to me."
"So, where shall we go on our date afterwards?"
"What?"
"The date to celebrate our 'coming out', so to speak. It's a tradition, Clem."
"One of those ones you've just invented?"
"That's the sort. Where shall we go?"
"Maybe to the park, to cuddle in the dark."
"Bad rhymes again, Clem? I think you've been spending altogether too long with Spike."
"That must be it. Um, behind you."
Buffy turns and throws the fledgling vampire over the bonnet of a handy car. It only waves its arms once before floating away on the breeze, a sudden ashy look to it.
Introduction Part Two: Fangy and Clever
Giles and Spike are patrolling on the other side of town, holding hands in the moonlight.
"Rupert?" Spike says.
"Yes, William?"
"When will we be a real couple?"
"What ever do you mean? I thought we 'coupled' often enough last night."
"We did," Spike leers, and it crosses Rupert's mind that he'd like a photograph of that leer. It would encapsulate his William perfectly- sexy and fun, but also, as it melts into something more serious, understanding and intelligent. "The thing is, nobody knows. They accepted the idea that we had sex before, but then Adam, and." William trails off, his soul remembering more than it wants to, the happy mood broken.
"It was all just bad, as Buffy would put it." Rupert gathers his lover into his arms, and holds him tight. "It's okay, Will. They've forgiven you- souled you- for the things you did then."
"So we could tell them? On Friday, at the party?"
"That's rushi." Rupert suddenly realises he doesn't want to sound like he's putting it off, and changes it too, "I don't want to spoil Willow's party."
"It's your party too- you went to England with her." No reply. "You want to go back again, don't you? Don't you?"
"Yes, I want to go back. I enjoyed my time at home, for the most part."
"You've never really told me what happened."
"No, well, I don't have to, do I?"
"It would be nice if you did."
"I don't want to. Can we not talk about it?"
"If you insist."
Silence for a moment, William clearly unhappy about it, until Rupert says. "It's not that I don't want you to find out, just- not now, okay? How do you think we should tell them?"
"How do you mean?"
"Stop sulking- you know what I mean. One announcement? Individually?"
"Wasn't sulking. I think an announcement. Get it over with, and no one will make a scene in front of all the others."
"Unless they band together to have a joint scene."
"At least then you only have to sit through one."
"What would we say, anyway? 'Um, I think I ought to tell you I'm sleeping with Spike again.'"
"Something like that. Maybe more, 'Rupert and I are lovers now.'"
"Is that what we are? Lovers?"
"I think it's the only choice. What else could we say? Boyfriends? Research partners?"
"Not boyfriends. We're both too old for that."
"Speak for yourself, pet. I'm still young."
"You're a vampire. You'll be young forever."
"True."
There doesn't seem to be much else William can say to that, so he switches the subject back to announcements. "How about 'My husband and I would like to announce that this vampire is my new fucktoy.'"
"William!" Rupert can't restrain a giggle, though, and soon they are both laughing.
"My husband and I! 'William and Rupert are now officially wed.'"
"Or maybe in rhyme, 'Spike and Giles/ Could shag for miles/ So now you know/ Please let us go/ And don't stake the cad/ Who's snogging your dad.'"
"Oh dear. Now I know why they called you William the Bloody Awful Poet."
"Don't you just."
They walk on through the quiet streets, and vampires who happen to be around stay in the shadows, knowing that these two won't notice them unless they're actually attacked.
Introduction Part Three: Brickie and Blond
Xander and Harmony are groping in the back of Xander's beat-up car. "I don't have to do this, you know," Harmony tells him when he breaks a kiss to gasp for air.
"I.I'm....sure .you.don't," he pants in reply. "But why the hell are you here if you don't want to be?"
"I didn't say that," she says. "It's just I've got a new self help book that says you must never stay with a guy who won't take you to meet his friends."
"Then you can come to the party on Friday night, if you'll just.yes, like that."
'Funny- Spike use to like that, too,' Harmony thinks, and she would say it, but her mouth is somewhat busy.
Introduction Part Four: Red and Black
Willow and Drusilla lie side by side in the park, admiring the stars. "They're pretty, aren't they?"
"They are indeed, my Willow. They're all shiny and powerful, like you."
"Yes."
"Would you do a spell for me, Willow?"
"No, Dru, I don't do spells anymore. You know that."
"Oh. I'd forgotten. You're like the stars, shiny and powerful but not doing anything."
"That's right."
"And I can't do anything either. That nasty man- what's his name? I want to curse it."
"Riley."
"Riley, nasty, cursed, Riley, stupid, Riley, may his bits drop off and float away down the river."
"You're not so good at the spell casting, are you, Dru? I suppose that's for the best. The chip would go off and hurt you if one of them actually worked."
"I want my Spike to know, my other Will."
"You want me to tell the Scoobies about us?"
"Yes- at the party. Can I wear my gown to the party, Willow? Can I?"
"Anything you like, Dru."
"I want to look my best. They don't know that the nasty man got me, and now I hurt when I eat, do they?"
"Not as far as I know."
"Then we'll tell them. We'll hold hands and tell them, and they'll be so happy. Even Spikey will be happy that I'm with you."
"You think so?"
"I know. The stars whisper in my ear, just like you do."
Willow rolls over, and proceeds to whisper. "Do they tell you what I'm going to do next?"
Dru looks at her, dark eyes wide and loving. "No- but I know. You're going to make me happy."
"I hope so." The red head sets to work, touching her new lover in all the places that Tara had taught her. 'One girlfriends dies, my next one is already dead," she muses as she does so. 'I hope this lasts forever- I couldn't bear to lose again.'
Introduction Part Four: Talent and Tactless
"Hello?"
"Lorne? It's Anyaka."
"Oh, hello."
"Look, Lorne, will you be my date, just for one night?"
"Umm."
"It's a Scooby party for Willow, and I want to go, but not alone. It's kind of a vengeance on Xander deal."
"When?"
"Friday night. There'll be music. You could sing, I guess."
"Since you put it like that.okay."
"Thanks. See you."
Lorne puts the phone down, and mutters, "Strange woman. What's so intriguing about her?"