Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
A/N: This is most likely the last chapter I will write do to lack of reviews. I must say I was really disappointed in the lack of reviewing I received here. This is my first attempt at a fanfiction and I was really hoping for some feedback, positive or negative, and as a person who always reviews any story she reads on this website, I didn't think that was too much to ask. But besides my beta, I have received a total of one review in three chapters. So yes I am ranting and yes I feel that I deserve to be able to do that. Now here's what is probably the last chapter, though incomplete, of my first, and maybe last, fanfiction. Sorry the chapter is so short.
Chapter 4
*Buffy's living room*
"Oh Spike, it's beautiful," Buffy exclaimed, fingering the soft leather of the burgundy duster he had just given her. "Did you really bring it all the way from Paris just for me?"
"Yes, I thought I would bring you out of your fake mourning. Next trip I'll bring you the leather pants that go with it."
"Oh Spike!" She squealed in delight, any sort of positive experiences had been few and far between lately.
"Well pet, it's my job to keep the leader of this battle looking fashionable."
"It's been so long since I had anything new. And the SITs that Giles has been letting live here have taken all my good clothes." She pouted her lip. "I just can't go on accepting these gifts though, you're so sweet." She smiled coyly.
"I'm not kind pet, I'm just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid. "
"If you think I'll date you just to pay for the jacket, you're wrong."
Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a dating man. Not a man at all actually so much as a creature, but you get the picture."
"Well I won't kiss you either," she said closing her eyes and leaning in for a kiss.
"Open your eyes. No, I don't think I will kiss you. Although you need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you, you need kissing often and by someone who knows how to do it right."
"Oh, and I bet you think your that person, huh Spike?" Buffy came back, slightly hurt at his rejection of her lips. "I might be, if the right moment ever came."
"You are conceited and black hearted Spike, and I don't know why I ever invited you into my house!"
"Because while you have to play the martyr and be a perfect roll model during this war, you want a man with a little monster in him. But don't worry, the war may soon be over ad you can get your naughty little kinks out."
"Why do you say the war may be over?"
"There's a big battle going on in L.A. this weekend."
"Oh Spike! Is Angel in it?"
'So you still have the poofter stuck in your head eh?" Spike scowled. "yes I s'pose he's in it."
"Spike! Where's the battle?"
'Some little school. UCLA?"
*Bufy's Bedroom* (her thoughts, first person)
Should I go up to L.A. and help Angel? O, but he'll be so mad at me, he has that stupid quest for redemption. Who the hell he thinks is going to redeem him is beyond me. But if I went up there and saved him, he might come back to me. Oh, I love him so much, I just don't understand him. Why can't he express himself in a way I can comprehend like Spike does. Spike is so much like me in personality, it's so simple. But he's beneath us. I'm a slayer, I don't date souses creatures. No just the sexy, souled, ones seeking redemption. I guess I won't go help Angel. After all, absence makes the heart grow stronger, he'll love me too much to resist after a while. I just hope he can hold his own in the fight until he realizes it. Of course he can, that's one of the reasons I love him so much!
*She smiled and drifted off to sleep.
A/N: This is most likely the last chapter I will write do to lack of reviews. I must say I was really disappointed in the lack of reviewing I received here. This is my first attempt at a fanfiction and I was really hoping for some feedback, positive or negative, and as a person who always reviews any story she reads on this website, I didn't think that was too much to ask. But besides my beta, I have received a total of one review in three chapters. So yes I am ranting and yes I feel that I deserve to be able to do that. Now here's what is probably the last chapter, though incomplete, of my first, and maybe last, fanfiction. Sorry the chapter is so short.
Chapter 4
*Buffy's living room*
"Oh Spike, it's beautiful," Buffy exclaimed, fingering the soft leather of the burgundy duster he had just given her. "Did you really bring it all the way from Paris just for me?"
"Yes, I thought I would bring you out of your fake mourning. Next trip I'll bring you the leather pants that go with it."
"Oh Spike!" She squealed in delight, any sort of positive experiences had been few and far between lately.
"Well pet, it's my job to keep the leader of this battle looking fashionable."
"It's been so long since I had anything new. And the SITs that Giles has been letting live here have taken all my good clothes." She pouted her lip. "I just can't go on accepting these gifts though, you're so sweet." She smiled coyly.
"I'm not kind pet, I'm just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid. "
"If you think I'll date you just to pay for the jacket, you're wrong."
Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a dating man. Not a man at all actually so much as a creature, but you get the picture."
"Well I won't kiss you either," she said closing her eyes and leaning in for a kiss.
"Open your eyes. No, I don't think I will kiss you. Although you need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you, you need kissing often and by someone who knows how to do it right."
"Oh, and I bet you think your that person, huh Spike?" Buffy came back, slightly hurt at his rejection of her lips. "I might be, if the right moment ever came."
"You are conceited and black hearted Spike, and I don't know why I ever invited you into my house!"
"Because while you have to play the martyr and be a perfect roll model during this war, you want a man with a little monster in him. But don't worry, the war may soon be over ad you can get your naughty little kinks out."
"Why do you say the war may be over?"
"There's a big battle going on in L.A. this weekend."
"Oh Spike! Is Angel in it?"
'So you still have the poofter stuck in your head eh?" Spike scowled. "yes I s'pose he's in it."
"Spike! Where's the battle?"
'Some little school. UCLA?"
*Bufy's Bedroom* (her thoughts, first person)
Should I go up to L.A. and help Angel? O, but he'll be so mad at me, he has that stupid quest for redemption. Who the hell he thinks is going to redeem him is beyond me. But if I went up there and saved him, he might come back to me. Oh, I love him so much, I just don't understand him. Why can't he express himself in a way I can comprehend like Spike does. Spike is so much like me in personality, it's so simple. But he's beneath us. I'm a slayer, I don't date souses creatures. No just the sexy, souled, ones seeking redemption. I guess I won't go help Angel. After all, absence makes the heart grow stronger, he'll love me too much to resist after a while. I just hope he can hold his own in the fight until he realizes it. Of course he can, that's one of the reasons I love him so much!
*She smiled and drifted off to sleep.
