ON A DARK & STORMY NIGHT
CHAPTER 6: VARYING DEGREES OF STUBBORN
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Hours had crept by. They had talked and thought and tried to figure out what the deal was. With neither of them that well-versed in the magic arts they hadn't really come up with anything useful. Buffy no longer held the amulet in her hands. But, still not wanting to risk losing it she'd insisted on putting it inside her coat pocket. Spike wasn't so sure but a look from her had been enough.
But then, it usually was.
They each sat in their chair, staring at the fire. Spike tapped his fingers as he slowly got a little stir crazy. Suddenly he got up. "Ah sod this! I'm going to see if there's anything to eat in that kitchen!"
"What?" Buffy said. "In that kitchen? Have you seen it??"
"Yeah well, got nothing better to do. Think I saw it two doors down."
"Like THAT means anything in this place! And besides, we shouldn't get separated again!"
Spike grinned. "Too true. So come with me then." And before she could reply he was already walking out of the room.
She grumbled a little under her breath and followed him. "Spike I really don't feel like doing the 'room dance' again. At least we have comfy chairs and a fire here. Okay really moldy old comfy chairs, but still..."
Spike nodded, but still walked on through the corridor. "Let's see. Yeah here." He walked in a door and it was indeed the kitchen they'd seen earlier. Old and worn out but it had once been a kitchen.
Spike started opening up cupboards and drawers. Buffy tried the tap, but all that came out of it when she turned it on were some odd looking bugs. "Ewwww..." she moaned.
"Spike there's nothing here. Let's go back."
"Hang on. Bloody hell, not even a box of soddin' crackers?" he cursed as he came up empty everywhere he looked.
"Spike come on," she said again.
"Yeah, yeah pet. Balls! Nothing! Damn spook house, I'm hungry. Not expecting blood bags here, but..."
"Spike!" she said sharply and in spite of himself he reacted, instantly closing a cupboard door. 'Great, like a trained puppy!' he thought to himself.
Buffy folded her arms. "God you can be such a little kid sometimes. Now, I KNOW vampires can be more level headed than this!"
"'Course," Spike muttered under his breath. "Like your old boyfriend. Yeah, can't Peaches come and teach me proper obedience?"
"What?" Buffy said. Spike turned around, but before he could say 'nothing' they both saw what was suddenly standing on the table in front of them. A can of fruit.
"Hey now!" she said. "I'm not touching the amulet! I didn't even say anything! I just heard you say something about 'canned peaches', and..."
"Huh? Oh....canned....peaches. Right. Yeah. Was just wishing I had some. My favorite. Yeah....." he cleared his throat. "So....what, now whatever you think comes true? Don't even have to say it out loud or touch the thing?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe..well, I guess you got food."
Spike picked up the can. "Yeah. Guess so." Inwardly he sighed. He didn't really care for peaches all that much.
"I suppose I could try and 'make' more food, but..."
"Yeah, no. Better not. Risky stuff. Maybe you should get rid of it after all. The trinket I mean."
She thought for a moment. "No, I'll be fine. I'll just have to control my thoughts. I can do that. I'm the Slayer. Yeah. Giles has been teaching me about focusing my shee."
"You mean 'chi'?" Spike grinned at her.
Her mouth tightened a little in that indignant way. " ...'s what I said..."
"Sure," Spike smiled as he walked out the kitchen with the can. "Just be careful you don't 'shee' me into the middle of next week or something. Come on, let's go back to the fireplace."
A little later they were both chewing on the peaches. Both her coat and Spike's duster were hanging over the chairs and the can was passed back and forth between them. Of course the syrup the peaches were soaked in was way too sweet, especially for Spike.
"Blech. This can't be good for my fangs," he muttered.
"Hm, a little shweet," Buffy commented with her mouth full. "Not too bad."
Spike smiled. "Yeah, you'd say that. Sweet tooth, you got." She shrugged and licked her fingers.
"Well, I'll put some more wood on the fire. Just don't think anything now, don't wanna get burned again."
She frowned. "That was an accident. I'm all in control now. Miss Control, that's me."
"Uh huh," Spike grunted, hardly convinced. He got up and started gathering wooden boards lying around the floor, breaking them into smaller pieces. Buffy had another slice of peach and watched him.
With his duster off, just in his usual black t-shirt, she couldn't help but sneak a peek or two at his arms while he worked.
Xander had had a point, Spike WAS well-muscled.
She suppressed a smile and looked back at the can, feeling herself stare too much.
Then her eyes sort of darted up again. Yeah, during training it had been hard not to notice as well. Like he was carved out of marble or something. What was it that sex-bot had said again? "You should really see him naked."
She rolled her eyes when she remembered he'd had that built.
Honestly. Men!
Still, she may have had a point there with seeing the naked Spike bit.
"Alright then," Spike said as he tossed a bit of wood into the fireplace and got up, wiping his hands. "That should burn for a while longer."
He turned to Buffy and suddenly noticed it had gotten a bit drafty in the room. Then he saw her face as she looked at him with wide eyes, stopping in mid-chew.
She looked up, down, up again and lingered in a few places.
Spike looked down and saw he was naked.
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TBC!
CHAPTER 6: VARYING DEGREES OF STUBBORN
** * *
Hours had crept by. They had talked and thought and tried to figure out what the deal was. With neither of them that well-versed in the magic arts they hadn't really come up with anything useful. Buffy no longer held the amulet in her hands. But, still not wanting to risk losing it she'd insisted on putting it inside her coat pocket. Spike wasn't so sure but a look from her had been enough.
But then, it usually was.
They each sat in their chair, staring at the fire. Spike tapped his fingers as he slowly got a little stir crazy. Suddenly he got up. "Ah sod this! I'm going to see if there's anything to eat in that kitchen!"
"What?" Buffy said. "In that kitchen? Have you seen it??"
"Yeah well, got nothing better to do. Think I saw it two doors down."
"Like THAT means anything in this place! And besides, we shouldn't get separated again!"
Spike grinned. "Too true. So come with me then." And before she could reply he was already walking out of the room.
She grumbled a little under her breath and followed him. "Spike I really don't feel like doing the 'room dance' again. At least we have comfy chairs and a fire here. Okay really moldy old comfy chairs, but still..."
Spike nodded, but still walked on through the corridor. "Let's see. Yeah here." He walked in a door and it was indeed the kitchen they'd seen earlier. Old and worn out but it had once been a kitchen.
Spike started opening up cupboards and drawers. Buffy tried the tap, but all that came out of it when she turned it on were some odd looking bugs. "Ewwww..." she moaned.
"Spike there's nothing here. Let's go back."
"Hang on. Bloody hell, not even a box of soddin' crackers?" he cursed as he came up empty everywhere he looked.
"Spike come on," she said again.
"Yeah, yeah pet. Balls! Nothing! Damn spook house, I'm hungry. Not expecting blood bags here, but..."
"Spike!" she said sharply and in spite of himself he reacted, instantly closing a cupboard door. 'Great, like a trained puppy!' he thought to himself.
Buffy folded her arms. "God you can be such a little kid sometimes. Now, I KNOW vampires can be more level headed than this!"
"'Course," Spike muttered under his breath. "Like your old boyfriend. Yeah, can't Peaches come and teach me proper obedience?"
"What?" Buffy said. Spike turned around, but before he could say 'nothing' they both saw what was suddenly standing on the table in front of them. A can of fruit.
"Hey now!" she said. "I'm not touching the amulet! I didn't even say anything! I just heard you say something about 'canned peaches', and..."
"Huh? Oh....canned....peaches. Right. Yeah. Was just wishing I had some. My favorite. Yeah....." he cleared his throat. "So....what, now whatever you think comes true? Don't even have to say it out loud or touch the thing?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe..well, I guess you got food."
Spike picked up the can. "Yeah. Guess so." Inwardly he sighed. He didn't really care for peaches all that much.
"I suppose I could try and 'make' more food, but..."
"Yeah, no. Better not. Risky stuff. Maybe you should get rid of it after all. The trinket I mean."
She thought for a moment. "No, I'll be fine. I'll just have to control my thoughts. I can do that. I'm the Slayer. Yeah. Giles has been teaching me about focusing my shee."
"You mean 'chi'?" Spike grinned at her.
Her mouth tightened a little in that indignant way. " ...'s what I said..."
"Sure," Spike smiled as he walked out the kitchen with the can. "Just be careful you don't 'shee' me into the middle of next week or something. Come on, let's go back to the fireplace."
A little later they were both chewing on the peaches. Both her coat and Spike's duster were hanging over the chairs and the can was passed back and forth between them. Of course the syrup the peaches were soaked in was way too sweet, especially for Spike.
"Blech. This can't be good for my fangs," he muttered.
"Hm, a little shweet," Buffy commented with her mouth full. "Not too bad."
Spike smiled. "Yeah, you'd say that. Sweet tooth, you got." She shrugged and licked her fingers.
"Well, I'll put some more wood on the fire. Just don't think anything now, don't wanna get burned again."
She frowned. "That was an accident. I'm all in control now. Miss Control, that's me."
"Uh huh," Spike grunted, hardly convinced. He got up and started gathering wooden boards lying around the floor, breaking them into smaller pieces. Buffy had another slice of peach and watched him.
With his duster off, just in his usual black t-shirt, she couldn't help but sneak a peek or two at his arms while he worked.
Xander had had a point, Spike WAS well-muscled.
She suppressed a smile and looked back at the can, feeling herself stare too much.
Then her eyes sort of darted up again. Yeah, during training it had been hard not to notice as well. Like he was carved out of marble or something. What was it that sex-bot had said again? "You should really see him naked."
She rolled her eyes when she remembered he'd had that built.
Honestly. Men!
Still, she may have had a point there with seeing the naked Spike bit.
"Alright then," Spike said as he tossed a bit of wood into the fireplace and got up, wiping his hands. "That should burn for a while longer."
He turned to Buffy and suddenly noticed it had gotten a bit drafty in the room. Then he saw her face as she looked at him with wide eyes, stopping in mid-chew.
She looked up, down, up again and lingered in a few places.
Spike looked down and saw he was naked.
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TBC!