Disclaimers: Not mine, darn it.
Spoilers: Um, through season 4. Why do I even bother warning people?
Rating: It goes up to a PG-13 here . . . read it and you'll know why.
Author's Note: Thanks for all of the nice feedback, it's really appreciated. Makes me feel all warm and tingly inside (in a non-perverted way). You've inspired me to write, so here you go . . . more Spuffy.
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"Are you happy now?"
Buffy's hands were planted firmly on her hips in a frustrated manner, her fingers aching from dragging Spike's chair around the room for the past few minutes. He smiled, contented with his spot next to the sofa. Spike would have been able to see the TV just fine in some of the other places she had put him, but he had enjoyed watching her struggle with the chair.
"I guess it'll have to do . . . but I could have a better view if you just untied me. You wouldn't even have to move me around."
Buffy shook her head in disbelief. "But Spike, I thought you got a kick out of bondage."
"Depends on who's tyin' up who, luv."
She blushed, embarrassed, and sat down on the sofa. She grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels again. Spike squinted; trying to make out the programs Buffy was passing.
"Argh, Slayer, you're goin' too bloody fast! Probably going to go into seizures from all of the flashing lights."
"Fine, why don't you pick a show?" She grinned. "Oh, wait, you can't."
"Please, just choose a soddin' program! Really, I don't care what it is, just stop!"
Buffy decided to stop on the next channel, hoping that something really bad would be on; an infomercial for hair removal cream, perhaps. Her hand stilled on the remote. Buffy's eyes flicked up to the screen, widening at what she saw.
The woman moaned, arching her back and digging into the mattress. The man's muscular body pressed into hers, causing both of them to groan in pleasure.
A rosy blush crept up to Buffy's cheeks. 'Porn. This is porn. Oh my God, Giles gets the Spice channel!' Buffy fumbled for the remote, desperate to turn to something more . . . appropriate. It slipped out of her grasp, however, the back popping open and the batteries falling out. She looked down and saw that they had rolled under the sofa. Perfect.
Spike grinned widely. "So this is what you were looking for! Always figured you were the kinky type."
Buffy got on all fours and stuck her hand under the couch, reaching for the lost batteries, trying desperately to ignore the sounds coming from the television behind her.
"Oooooooooooohhhh!"
The woman moaned rather loudly, and Buffy cringed. She didn't have to look up at Spike's face to know that he was loving this. She managed to find one battery, and stuck it into the empty slot. The second battery, however, wasn't under the sofa at all. Sighing, Buffy got to her feet.
"Spike, have you seen the other battery?"
"The battery for what, Slayer? Your vibrat -"
"Don't even think it!" Buffy blushed even harder, her cheeks a deep red. "The battery for the remote control. It's on the floor somewhere."
She searched the floor, scanning it with her eyes. Buffy looked around for a few minutes, sighing loudly. "Where the hell is it?"
Spike looked over at her with innocent eyes. "Wait, is this what you're looking for?"
He gave his foot a small kick and a battery rolled out from under his boot. Buffy glared at him, picking it up and shoving it into the remote, quickly flipping to a different channel.
"That wasn't funny."
"You're right . . . it was hilarious! You should've seen the look on your face . . ."
"I'm warning you, Spike, the next time you try something like that -"
"Wait, be quiet, 'Passions' is on!"
Buffy looked up at the vampire and saw he was transfixed by what was on the screen. She gave a small sigh of relief, sitting back down on the sofa. Hopefully he would decide to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the night.
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He didn't.
"I'm feelin' a bit peckish. Could you get me a cup of blood?"
"I've already fed you for tonight."
"No, you took away my dinner before I finished. I'm a guest, treat me as one."
Buffy smiled, reaching for the mug on the coffee table. She had forgotten to clean it out. "Fine, Spike, you can have the rest of the blood."
She brought it up to his face and he grimaced in disgust, turning his face away from it. "Ugh! It's cold and partially-coagulated!"
"What, now it's not good enough for you? Geez, give a guy what he wants . . ."
"Forget it." He sat back in his chair, glaring at the wall, giving her the silent treatment. Buffy sighed, turning the channel, seeing if Spike would react. He sat in the exact same position, ignoring her. She got up and went to the kitchen, fixing herself something to eat. Returning to the living room, she saw Spike looking over at her expectantly.
She set the chocolate chip cookies she had gotten for herself on the table, and brought the fresh blood to Spike's mouth wordlessly, bringing the straw up to his lips. He grinned, sucking up the liquid nourishment.
'She's such a softie.'
Buffy returned to 'Passions', watching Spike from the corner of her eye. He finished his blood quickly, releasing the straw. He looked over at Buffy, clearing his throat. She sighed, turning to him.
"What now? Too hot? Too cold? Too bland?"
He looked over at her with genuine gratitude. "Thanks."
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To be continued . . .
Spoilers: Um, through season 4. Why do I even bother warning people?
Rating: It goes up to a PG-13 here . . . read it and you'll know why.
Author's Note: Thanks for all of the nice feedback, it's really appreciated. Makes me feel all warm and tingly inside (in a non-perverted way). You've inspired me to write, so here you go . . . more Spuffy.
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"Are you happy now?"
Buffy's hands were planted firmly on her hips in a frustrated manner, her fingers aching from dragging Spike's chair around the room for the past few minutes. He smiled, contented with his spot next to the sofa. Spike would have been able to see the TV just fine in some of the other places she had put him, but he had enjoyed watching her struggle with the chair.
"I guess it'll have to do . . . but I could have a better view if you just untied me. You wouldn't even have to move me around."
Buffy shook her head in disbelief. "But Spike, I thought you got a kick out of bondage."
"Depends on who's tyin' up who, luv."
She blushed, embarrassed, and sat down on the sofa. She grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels again. Spike squinted; trying to make out the programs Buffy was passing.
"Argh, Slayer, you're goin' too bloody fast! Probably going to go into seizures from all of the flashing lights."
"Fine, why don't you pick a show?" She grinned. "Oh, wait, you can't."
"Please, just choose a soddin' program! Really, I don't care what it is, just stop!"
Buffy decided to stop on the next channel, hoping that something really bad would be on; an infomercial for hair removal cream, perhaps. Her hand stilled on the remote. Buffy's eyes flicked up to the screen, widening at what she saw.
The woman moaned, arching her back and digging into the mattress. The man's muscular body pressed into hers, causing both of them to groan in pleasure.
A rosy blush crept up to Buffy's cheeks. 'Porn. This is porn. Oh my God, Giles gets the Spice channel!' Buffy fumbled for the remote, desperate to turn to something more . . . appropriate. It slipped out of her grasp, however, the back popping open and the batteries falling out. She looked down and saw that they had rolled under the sofa. Perfect.
Spike grinned widely. "So this is what you were looking for! Always figured you were the kinky type."
Buffy got on all fours and stuck her hand under the couch, reaching for the lost batteries, trying desperately to ignore the sounds coming from the television behind her.
"Oooooooooooohhhh!"
The woman moaned rather loudly, and Buffy cringed. She didn't have to look up at Spike's face to know that he was loving this. She managed to find one battery, and stuck it into the empty slot. The second battery, however, wasn't under the sofa at all. Sighing, Buffy got to her feet.
"Spike, have you seen the other battery?"
"The battery for what, Slayer? Your vibrat -"
"Don't even think it!" Buffy blushed even harder, her cheeks a deep red. "The battery for the remote control. It's on the floor somewhere."
She searched the floor, scanning it with her eyes. Buffy looked around for a few minutes, sighing loudly. "Where the hell is it?"
Spike looked over at her with innocent eyes. "Wait, is this what you're looking for?"
He gave his foot a small kick and a battery rolled out from under his boot. Buffy glared at him, picking it up and shoving it into the remote, quickly flipping to a different channel.
"That wasn't funny."
"You're right . . . it was hilarious! You should've seen the look on your face . . ."
"I'm warning you, Spike, the next time you try something like that -"
"Wait, be quiet, 'Passions' is on!"
Buffy looked up at the vampire and saw he was transfixed by what was on the screen. She gave a small sigh of relief, sitting back down on the sofa. Hopefully he would decide to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the night.
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He didn't.
"I'm feelin' a bit peckish. Could you get me a cup of blood?"
"I've already fed you for tonight."
"No, you took away my dinner before I finished. I'm a guest, treat me as one."
Buffy smiled, reaching for the mug on the coffee table. She had forgotten to clean it out. "Fine, Spike, you can have the rest of the blood."
She brought it up to his face and he grimaced in disgust, turning his face away from it. "Ugh! It's cold and partially-coagulated!"
"What, now it's not good enough for you? Geez, give a guy what he wants . . ."
"Forget it." He sat back in his chair, glaring at the wall, giving her the silent treatment. Buffy sighed, turning the channel, seeing if Spike would react. He sat in the exact same position, ignoring her. She got up and went to the kitchen, fixing herself something to eat. Returning to the living room, she saw Spike looking over at her expectantly.
She set the chocolate chip cookies she had gotten for herself on the table, and brought the fresh blood to Spike's mouth wordlessly, bringing the straw up to his lips. He grinned, sucking up the liquid nourishment.
'She's such a softie.'
Buffy returned to 'Passions', watching Spike from the corner of her eye. He finished his blood quickly, releasing the straw. He looked over at Buffy, clearing his throat. She sighed, turning to him.
"What now? Too hot? Too cold? Too bland?"
He looked over at her with genuine gratitude. "Thanks."
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To be continued . . .