Disclaimer: Nothing from Buffy belongs to me, and neither do the Sex
Pistols. (It's a shame, isn't it?)
Timeline: Set in Season 4. Spike's chipped, but he's not in love with Buffy.
AN: Strange ficlit I came up with and had to write down. There's something really appealing about Spike/Dru. Please review!
Title: I Danced During Passions
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Spike sprawled across his chair, flipping on the television to watch a 'Passions' rerun. He didn't really now why he bothered, he'd seen almost all of them. Besides, it had gotten dark; he could be outside right now. Despite all this, Spike only moved to turn the volume up so he could hear more clearly.
The episode started, and Spike realized that this was one of the few he hadn't seen. "Wonder why." He mused, and tried to remember what had stopped him from watching.
~*~Flashback~*~
Spike turned on the TV, ready to watch 'Passions.' It was a new episode, and he had been looking forward to seeing it.
"Spike?" Dru asked, causing Spike to glance at her.
Dru was beautiful, her dark hair framing her pale face. She was wearing a long, crimson gown, with sleeves that fanned out at the wrists, stopping just above her sharp black fingernails. The dress clung tightly to her body, until it reached her hips, where the yards of red velvet cascaded to the floor.
"Dance with me?" She said, somewhere between a request and an order.
"Can we do it later luv? My show's on."
Dru brought her full red lips into a pout.
"Please."
Spike flipped off the TV and stood up, he never could resist Dru.
"Whatever my dark princess commands." He said seductively, stalking towards her.
"She commands a dance."
Spike hit the play button on his stereo, and the hard rock music blasted out. You gotta love the Sex Pistols.
"And she'll get a dance."
He drew the vampire into his arms, and they waltzed slowly in the dark crypt.
The music was wrong for a waltz, but the dance was perfect for the two lovers.
Dru pressed her body against Spike's, giving herself totally to his control as he led her around the candle-lit room. Their bodies moved in union, one- two-three, one-two-three, spinning and stepping to a tempo quite different than the music that was playing.
"Sometimes we do love wisely." Dru whispered. "The stars will be happy tonight."
Spike growled softly and kissed her. This was the woman he loved, and always would love.
~*~End Flashback~*~
Spike switched of the television, he no longer felt like watching anything. He turned on the stereo, and the music pulsed out, as loud and full as ever.
Gotta love the Sex Pistols.
His crypt door flew open, and a frustrated slayer stormed in.
"Spike." Buffy said, voice louder than usual due to the volume of the music. "I need infor-"
She was cut off as Spike swept her into his arms and began to waltz. Buffy was too startled to react, and she stumbled a few times before slayer senses kicked in and she followed Spike's lead.
The song ended, and Spike spun the blond girl around once before releasing his grip.
"What was that about?" Buffy demanded.
"Dru's a better dancer than you." Was all Spike said before walking out of his crypt and into the night.
Buffy sat down in Spike's chair, and stared at nothing, a confused look on her face.
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The End.
AN: Please, please review, feedback is very much appreciated!
Timeline: Set in Season 4. Spike's chipped, but he's not in love with Buffy.
AN: Strange ficlit I came up with and had to write down. There's something really appealing about Spike/Dru. Please review!
Title: I Danced During Passions
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Spike sprawled across his chair, flipping on the television to watch a 'Passions' rerun. He didn't really now why he bothered, he'd seen almost all of them. Besides, it had gotten dark; he could be outside right now. Despite all this, Spike only moved to turn the volume up so he could hear more clearly.
The episode started, and Spike realized that this was one of the few he hadn't seen. "Wonder why." He mused, and tried to remember what had stopped him from watching.
~*~Flashback~*~
Spike turned on the TV, ready to watch 'Passions.' It was a new episode, and he had been looking forward to seeing it.
"Spike?" Dru asked, causing Spike to glance at her.
Dru was beautiful, her dark hair framing her pale face. She was wearing a long, crimson gown, with sleeves that fanned out at the wrists, stopping just above her sharp black fingernails. The dress clung tightly to her body, until it reached her hips, where the yards of red velvet cascaded to the floor.
"Dance with me?" She said, somewhere between a request and an order.
"Can we do it later luv? My show's on."
Dru brought her full red lips into a pout.
"Please."
Spike flipped off the TV and stood up, he never could resist Dru.
"Whatever my dark princess commands." He said seductively, stalking towards her.
"She commands a dance."
Spike hit the play button on his stereo, and the hard rock music blasted out. You gotta love the Sex Pistols.
"And she'll get a dance."
He drew the vampire into his arms, and they waltzed slowly in the dark crypt.
The music was wrong for a waltz, but the dance was perfect for the two lovers.
Dru pressed her body against Spike's, giving herself totally to his control as he led her around the candle-lit room. Their bodies moved in union, one- two-three, one-two-three, spinning and stepping to a tempo quite different than the music that was playing.
"Sometimes we do love wisely." Dru whispered. "The stars will be happy tonight."
Spike growled softly and kissed her. This was the woman he loved, and always would love.
~*~End Flashback~*~
Spike switched of the television, he no longer felt like watching anything. He turned on the stereo, and the music pulsed out, as loud and full as ever.
Gotta love the Sex Pistols.
His crypt door flew open, and a frustrated slayer stormed in.
"Spike." Buffy said, voice louder than usual due to the volume of the music. "I need infor-"
She was cut off as Spike swept her into his arms and began to waltz. Buffy was too startled to react, and she stumbled a few times before slayer senses kicked in and she followed Spike's lead.
The song ended, and Spike spun the blond girl around once before releasing his grip.
"What was that about?" Buffy demanded.
"Dru's a better dancer than you." Was all Spike said before walking out of his crypt and into the night.
Buffy sat down in Spike's chair, and stared at nothing, a confused look on her face.
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The End.
AN: Please, please review, feedback is very much appreciated!