FOOLS FOR LIFE:
CHAPTER 18: GETTING A GRIP!
Between the two of them the gang of vampires hadn't lasted long. It was exactly the kind of thing Spike had been looking for earlier but as irony will have it, he only found it an annoyance now.
Not that fighting and killing alongside Buffy wasn't high on his list of perfect times to have, (although not at the top!) but something was wrong with her and he couldn't be bothered with a fight right now.
Still, there had been little choice as the vamps jumped them and wordlessly they fell into their regular fighting mode. The last vamp's dust was still in the air as Buffy caught her breath and sat on a stone. "Well, that was a proper scrap, if a bit on the easy side." she said.
Still with the cockney, just like during the fight when he was certain he heard her call an opponent a 'git'. But at least by now he was sure she wasn't mocking him. He wasn't sure WHAT she was doing but she seemed to be unaware of it.
As the moment of post-battle quiet fell over them Spike lent against a wall and Buffy stretched her back. They'd had many of those moments in the past few months, when they patrolled together and they always ended the same. Straight after a battle they'd catch their breaths (or rather, she caught hers and he lit up a smoke) for a moment and soon, she'd be shooting him looks from the corners of her eyes, while pretending not to. Waiting for him to say something. Which he always did. A come on, a naughty remark, a clear invitation to get sweaty and grunty in the other way.
She would then of course reject his advances as always. She'd say something about how disgusting he was and the word 'no' fell at least a dozen times. Sometimes she'd even make a move that looked like she was actually walking away, but as always, less than 2 minutes later they'd be tearing each other's clothes off in his crypt. Or sometimes even before they reached it.
But of course, afterwards she would again walk away, like clock work. And still make sure he felt like something she stepped on. But it didn't stop those times from being the best of his life. Because he was with her, and he knew night would fall again. And he would be with her again.
Of course that appeared to have ended recently. But still after all that time, they slipped back into the unspoken little habits of nightly vampire fighting.
Spike looked at her sitting there on a headstone, stretching her one arm with the other, and he sighed. Like nothing was amiss. But there clearly was. Then, while musing on how to approach this, he absent-mindedly reached into his coat and got his cigarettes. Being occupied with that he never saw her do the same. And neither of them noticed they popped a cigarette in their mouths at the same time and with practically the same motion.
Spike patted his pockets but found he left his lighter at home. "Oh bloody hell...!" he cursed, then suddenly saw the flame in front of his face as Buffy held her lighter up. It was a cheap one gotten at a gas station before she got to the graveyard.
"Oh, thanks..." Spike said and bent forward, putting his cigarette into the flame. Then, as he took a puff, he turned his eyes up and looked at her with the lighter, a cigarette dangling from her mouth.
He pulled back with a jerk and his head almost hit the wall. "What are you doing??" he asked.
Buffy frowned and looked at him like he was crazy. "Giving you a light, mate. Looked like you could use one."
"Yeah, but....you're smoking!" He stammered.
She raised her eyebrows. "Yeahh, keen eye you got there."
"You hate smoking!" What WAS going on with her? She usually complained when he lit one up in his crypt after they'd...... "Buffy, you don't smoke!" he stated firmly.
She raised her eyebrows again and smiled. She took a drag and blew a cloud of smoke in his face. "You don't say." she smirked.
As Spike waved the smoke away she turned and picked up her stake by the foot of the stone she'd sat on. She looked it over and brushed some dirt and dust off it. Spike stood there. He didn't know what to do. He'd seen a lot of weird things, more than a few of them here in Sunnydale but this was just...
She saw him stare again and grinned. "Oh now, don't tell me even this tickles your fancy." He didn't understand what she meant but then he saw her hold the stake by the tip, grip it with her other hand and rub it up and down! She picked a last speck of dirt off it with a scratch of her nails, while giving a little purr.
He was actually taken aback for a second. "Hey, no, I wasn't..." She laughed and put the stake to her mouth, making a little dent in her lower lip while she continued running her nails over it. "Really now. That would be a first then. No dir'y thoughts in Spike's little head. You sure 'bout that?"
She walked up to him with a sexy swagger, her hips wiggling in a rhythm with her shoulders. He tried to say something but she was up in his face before he knew it. "Nah, Spike's not the bloke to have naughty thoughts about Buffy now....That a stake in your pocket or you happy to see me?"
He stood there, pinned to the wall. He searched for words but nothing came out. Usually he'd have been all over her by now, but.....
"I thought....what happened to...what you said.."
For a moment he saw her search her memory. Then she shrugged. "Yeah, well. Not all that important, is it?" He felt her hand feeling him up through his pants and sighed. "Uhm well, no...not to me it wasn't. I mean..."
She kissed him in his neck and nibbled. He moaned. 'Bloody hell, as changes go, I can live with this one!' he thought.
He grabbed her by the neck and kissed her hard, her tongue tickling and teasing in his mouth, her scent filling him. God, he'd feared he would never feel her again, taste her again.. As he went down to her neck to return the nibbling favor, she chuckled and tore his shirt open, then her hands went down to his pants. She didn't even bother with undoing them as she just gave a hearty yank and the button and zipper easily gave way. She grinned as she gripped him tight.
"That's right, pet. There's a good vamp. Always rising to the occasion." she whispered mischievously.
'Pet??'
It suddenly hit him and he pushed her back, holding her by the shoulders. She looked surprised. "What's the matter, luv? Not like you to be all chaste all of a sudden."
'Luv'! It hit him alright. It all clicked. The accent, the smoking...even her come-on hadn't been right. He'd heard her whisper all kinds of nasties and naughties to him over the past months and he'd seen her down and dirty, but this, this wasn't HER down and dirty..it was HIS!
"Bloody hell..!" he mumbled. That was it. She was like him. A bit, anyway. Some weird mixture of both of them. No wonder they were about to do the nasty again. All the reasons she had to end their affair were no problem to HIM now were they? And now they weren't to her anymore either. Which sounded great in theory, but she wasn't herself. This was him talking. Well, partially. Buffy herself did want him, she'd admitted that before even as she broke up with him. Blend that in with his own attitude and....
"Ahem," she said. "Let go of me."
He'd been holding her by her shoulders just staring in her face while realizing it all. He also realized he could have a LOT of sex right now. But now that he saw...well, himself in her eyes, her face, her voice...it was just too weird. He was pretty happy with himself generally, but he wasn't THAT narcissistic. And he didn't want her that way. He wanted the real her...the real her really wanting it!
"Buffy, you, you have to listen to me..." He searched for words. How did this happen? A spell obviously but.....then he had a flashback. The other night! Halfrek! He couldn't remember clearly but he already had had this vague sense of some conversation with her..what was it..she'd sat by him..something about Buffy.
"Oh no.." he muttered. He still couldn't really remember, but it made sense. What had she done....what had she made HIM do???
"Spike. Let go! Now!" Buffy repeated. Her patience had dried up. Makes sense. She wasn't that patient even without his personality traits, let alone now!
He looked at her, still not moving, trying to think of what to do. Then he saw her eyes slowly look down, and involuntarily he did the same. It was then that he noticed that her left hand was still... holding him. Suddenly she gripped him a lot tighter making his tip swell up as it stuck out of the top of her fist. "Ahhh.." he said. Her Slayer strength had had it's uses in the recent past but this hurt a bit.
Then her other hand reached in, the shine of her dark nails dancing in the moonlight as her fingers playfully twinkled. Then she grabbed his 'head' with the tips of her nails.... and gave a good hard squeeze!
Spike's face shot back up, his eyes spread wide and his cheeks puffed like he was about to blow out some candles. Then:
"**AAAAAOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**"
He gripped himself with both hands as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and back again. Buffy turned and strolled away. "Told you to let go-oo." she said with a smile.
Spike's face looked very strained as he moaned "Bllllooooddy....blleeedin'...hellll..!!!" Apparently, his traits made her a lot meaner than usual...He thought for a second. No, actually that could easily have been the Buffy he knew.
'Okay, buck up now, don't let her walk off. Come on, something's wrong with her and it's most likely your fault.' He looked down and opened his hands. Okay, all still there, all still there. No pieces missing. Didn't even draw blood. Close enough to it though. And she sure left a few marks.
"Five to be precise." he muttered with a painful face as he saw the little half-circles.
He looked up and saw her walk a bit further among the tombstones. "Buffy, wait!" he called out to her. Without turning around she raised her hand in a dismissive wave. "Sorry, mate I was up for a nice roll in the hay, but if you're gonna get all funny on me.."
And with that, she walked on.
Spike pulled up his pants to run after her. Then he noticed... The button: gone. The zipper: busted. Must have happened as she'd torn his pants open! They couldn't close! They wouldn't stay up!
He looked at the sky in frustration for a second.
"Oh, bugerrrrrr..!!" He groaned. Then he started running after her, holding his pants up. Things couldn't possibly get any worse than this.
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TBC!
(Okay, I got a little naughty here. Couldn't resist. But come on we all KNOW they've done a lot of nasty things..)
CHAPTER 18: GETTING A GRIP!
Between the two of them the gang of vampires hadn't lasted long. It was exactly the kind of thing Spike had been looking for earlier but as irony will have it, he only found it an annoyance now.
Not that fighting and killing alongside Buffy wasn't high on his list of perfect times to have, (although not at the top!) but something was wrong with her and he couldn't be bothered with a fight right now.
Still, there had been little choice as the vamps jumped them and wordlessly they fell into their regular fighting mode. The last vamp's dust was still in the air as Buffy caught her breath and sat on a stone. "Well, that was a proper scrap, if a bit on the easy side." she said.
Still with the cockney, just like during the fight when he was certain he heard her call an opponent a 'git'. But at least by now he was sure she wasn't mocking him. He wasn't sure WHAT she was doing but she seemed to be unaware of it.
As the moment of post-battle quiet fell over them Spike lent against a wall and Buffy stretched her back. They'd had many of those moments in the past few months, when they patrolled together and they always ended the same. Straight after a battle they'd catch their breaths (or rather, she caught hers and he lit up a smoke) for a moment and soon, she'd be shooting him looks from the corners of her eyes, while pretending not to. Waiting for him to say something. Which he always did. A come on, a naughty remark, a clear invitation to get sweaty and grunty in the other way.
She would then of course reject his advances as always. She'd say something about how disgusting he was and the word 'no' fell at least a dozen times. Sometimes she'd even make a move that looked like she was actually walking away, but as always, less than 2 minutes later they'd be tearing each other's clothes off in his crypt. Or sometimes even before they reached it.
But of course, afterwards she would again walk away, like clock work. And still make sure he felt like something she stepped on. But it didn't stop those times from being the best of his life. Because he was with her, and he knew night would fall again. And he would be with her again.
Of course that appeared to have ended recently. But still after all that time, they slipped back into the unspoken little habits of nightly vampire fighting.
Spike looked at her sitting there on a headstone, stretching her one arm with the other, and he sighed. Like nothing was amiss. But there clearly was. Then, while musing on how to approach this, he absent-mindedly reached into his coat and got his cigarettes. Being occupied with that he never saw her do the same. And neither of them noticed they popped a cigarette in their mouths at the same time and with practically the same motion.
Spike patted his pockets but found he left his lighter at home. "Oh bloody hell...!" he cursed, then suddenly saw the flame in front of his face as Buffy held her lighter up. It was a cheap one gotten at a gas station before she got to the graveyard.
"Oh, thanks..." Spike said and bent forward, putting his cigarette into the flame. Then, as he took a puff, he turned his eyes up and looked at her with the lighter, a cigarette dangling from her mouth.
He pulled back with a jerk and his head almost hit the wall. "What are you doing??" he asked.
Buffy frowned and looked at him like he was crazy. "Giving you a light, mate. Looked like you could use one."
"Yeah, but....you're smoking!" He stammered.
She raised her eyebrows. "Yeahh, keen eye you got there."
"You hate smoking!" What WAS going on with her? She usually complained when he lit one up in his crypt after they'd...... "Buffy, you don't smoke!" he stated firmly.
She raised her eyebrows again and smiled. She took a drag and blew a cloud of smoke in his face. "You don't say." she smirked.
As Spike waved the smoke away she turned and picked up her stake by the foot of the stone she'd sat on. She looked it over and brushed some dirt and dust off it. Spike stood there. He didn't know what to do. He'd seen a lot of weird things, more than a few of them here in Sunnydale but this was just...
She saw him stare again and grinned. "Oh now, don't tell me even this tickles your fancy." He didn't understand what she meant but then he saw her hold the stake by the tip, grip it with her other hand and rub it up and down! She picked a last speck of dirt off it with a scratch of her nails, while giving a little purr.
He was actually taken aback for a second. "Hey, no, I wasn't..." She laughed and put the stake to her mouth, making a little dent in her lower lip while she continued running her nails over it. "Really now. That would be a first then. No dir'y thoughts in Spike's little head. You sure 'bout that?"
She walked up to him with a sexy swagger, her hips wiggling in a rhythm with her shoulders. He tried to say something but she was up in his face before he knew it. "Nah, Spike's not the bloke to have naughty thoughts about Buffy now....That a stake in your pocket or you happy to see me?"
He stood there, pinned to the wall. He searched for words but nothing came out. Usually he'd have been all over her by now, but.....
"I thought....what happened to...what you said.."
For a moment he saw her search her memory. Then she shrugged. "Yeah, well. Not all that important, is it?" He felt her hand feeling him up through his pants and sighed. "Uhm well, no...not to me it wasn't. I mean..."
She kissed him in his neck and nibbled. He moaned. 'Bloody hell, as changes go, I can live with this one!' he thought.
He grabbed her by the neck and kissed her hard, her tongue tickling and teasing in his mouth, her scent filling him. God, he'd feared he would never feel her again, taste her again.. As he went down to her neck to return the nibbling favor, she chuckled and tore his shirt open, then her hands went down to his pants. She didn't even bother with undoing them as she just gave a hearty yank and the button and zipper easily gave way. She grinned as she gripped him tight.
"That's right, pet. There's a good vamp. Always rising to the occasion." she whispered mischievously.
'Pet??'
It suddenly hit him and he pushed her back, holding her by the shoulders. She looked surprised. "What's the matter, luv? Not like you to be all chaste all of a sudden."
'Luv'! It hit him alright. It all clicked. The accent, the smoking...even her come-on hadn't been right. He'd heard her whisper all kinds of nasties and naughties to him over the past months and he'd seen her down and dirty, but this, this wasn't HER down and dirty..it was HIS!
"Bloody hell..!" he mumbled. That was it. She was like him. A bit, anyway. Some weird mixture of both of them. No wonder they were about to do the nasty again. All the reasons she had to end their affair were no problem to HIM now were they? And now they weren't to her anymore either. Which sounded great in theory, but she wasn't herself. This was him talking. Well, partially. Buffy herself did want him, she'd admitted that before even as she broke up with him. Blend that in with his own attitude and....
"Ahem," she said. "Let go of me."
He'd been holding her by her shoulders just staring in her face while realizing it all. He also realized he could have a LOT of sex right now. But now that he saw...well, himself in her eyes, her face, her voice...it was just too weird. He was pretty happy with himself generally, but he wasn't THAT narcissistic. And he didn't want her that way. He wanted the real her...the real her really wanting it!
"Buffy, you, you have to listen to me..." He searched for words. How did this happen? A spell obviously but.....then he had a flashback. The other night! Halfrek! He couldn't remember clearly but he already had had this vague sense of some conversation with her..what was it..she'd sat by him..something about Buffy.
"Oh no.." he muttered. He still couldn't really remember, but it made sense. What had she done....what had she made HIM do???
"Spike. Let go! Now!" Buffy repeated. Her patience had dried up. Makes sense. She wasn't that patient even without his personality traits, let alone now!
He looked at her, still not moving, trying to think of what to do. Then he saw her eyes slowly look down, and involuntarily he did the same. It was then that he noticed that her left hand was still... holding him. Suddenly she gripped him a lot tighter making his tip swell up as it stuck out of the top of her fist. "Ahhh.." he said. Her Slayer strength had had it's uses in the recent past but this hurt a bit.
Then her other hand reached in, the shine of her dark nails dancing in the moonlight as her fingers playfully twinkled. Then she grabbed his 'head' with the tips of her nails.... and gave a good hard squeeze!
Spike's face shot back up, his eyes spread wide and his cheeks puffed like he was about to blow out some candles. Then:
"**AAAAAOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**"
He gripped himself with both hands as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and back again. Buffy turned and strolled away. "Told you to let go-oo." she said with a smile.
Spike's face looked very strained as he moaned "Bllllooooddy....blleeedin'...hellll..!!!" Apparently, his traits made her a lot meaner than usual...He thought for a second. No, actually that could easily have been the Buffy he knew.
'Okay, buck up now, don't let her walk off. Come on, something's wrong with her and it's most likely your fault.' He looked down and opened his hands. Okay, all still there, all still there. No pieces missing. Didn't even draw blood. Close enough to it though. And she sure left a few marks.
"Five to be precise." he muttered with a painful face as he saw the little half-circles.
He looked up and saw her walk a bit further among the tombstones. "Buffy, wait!" he called out to her. Without turning around she raised her hand in a dismissive wave. "Sorry, mate I was up for a nice roll in the hay, but if you're gonna get all funny on me.."
And with that, she walked on.
Spike pulled up his pants to run after her. Then he noticed... The button: gone. The zipper: busted. Must have happened as she'd torn his pants open! They couldn't close! They wouldn't stay up!
He looked at the sky in frustration for a second.
"Oh, bugerrrrrr..!!" He groaned. Then he started running after her, holding his pants up. Things couldn't possibly get any worse than this.
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TBC!
(Okay, I got a little naughty here. Couldn't resist. But come on we all KNOW they've done a lot of nasty things..)
