Author: Joyce Maetta
Email: zinehall@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss is King.
Summary: Ficlet. Spike gets introspective while with Buffy mid season 6.
Rating: R
Her skin glistened and shimmered with beads of sweat. He marvelled at how perfectly formed the circles of sweat were. So perfect, his Buffy even to the near ringlets dampened in the heat of passion. He leaned in closer and inhaled the heady scent. It took a great deal of concentration not to let his beast loose. That's what he wanted...a chance to let go.
Spike had held him in for far too long and over what? Buffy would never love him...of that he was sure. But best to let the poor sod enjoy the crumbs thrown his way. He would never change. Spike mentally chastised himself for letting his thoughts veer in that direction. She loves me. I know it but she doesn't. Not yet at least. But soon. Just take it easy. He wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled his chin with a sigh of contentment. He smiled and gently kissed her forehead. Then they settled in for the night. At least, she wasn't leaving.
Demon - Even odds, she won't be here in the morning.
William - Oh, you, shut up!
Demon - I'm taking it one step at a time and she's what, using us even more?
William - No, it's not like that. The poor thing is confused, you see. She has to be brought back to reality slowly.
Demon - Oh yeah, right. Looked like you were moving pretty fast there, William.
William - Don't call me that! You know that we, the both of us, are Spike.
Demon - I'm Spike. You're just a wet noodle from where I'm sitting. You let a mere slip of a girl lead you by the nose but then, you've always liked that, haven't you boy?
William - Don't speak of me as a boy.
Demon - Oh? You were a boy under your mother's thumb when you were turned and you're still a boy after 120 years. She doesn't want you. She wants me.
William - That's not true. I love her.
Demon - Don't you see? She doesn't want your love. She wants my darkness. Watch.
Fingers trailed lightly over Buffy as she drifted in near sleep. He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. The Slayer awakened with a blast of heat. Spike growled as the he added his mouth to the action. The Slayer jumped up and took control of the situation as she squeezed Spike between her legs. Spike smirked. "This is what you want, isn't it Slayer?"
"Mmm. Yes. Now. Shut up!" Her face went wild and her eyes shone brightly. The Slayer bit and scratched Spike intermittently as they made love much to his enjoyment. The force of passion drove them on until the Slayer let out a curdle of satisfaction. Then she breathed shallowly as she subsided. Buffy came to the fore startled at her upright position. We were cuddling. What's happening? Confused, she shot up, dressed hurriedly and fled the crypt. Spike looked on abjectly with resignation.
Demon - You see the girl's a tad conflicted. Doesn't quite know herself.
William was silent. The End
Email: zinehall@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss is King.
Summary: Ficlet. Spike gets introspective while with Buffy mid season 6.
Rating: R
Her skin glistened and shimmered with beads of sweat. He marvelled at how perfectly formed the circles of sweat were. So perfect, his Buffy even to the near ringlets dampened in the heat of passion. He leaned in closer and inhaled the heady scent. It took a great deal of concentration not to let his beast loose. That's what he wanted...a chance to let go.
Spike had held him in for far too long and over what? Buffy would never love him...of that he was sure. But best to let the poor sod enjoy the crumbs thrown his way. He would never change. Spike mentally chastised himself for letting his thoughts veer in that direction. She loves me. I know it but she doesn't. Not yet at least. But soon. Just take it easy. He wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled his chin with a sigh of contentment. He smiled and gently kissed her forehead. Then they settled in for the night. At least, she wasn't leaving.
Demon - Even odds, she won't be here in the morning.
William - Oh, you, shut up!
Demon - I'm taking it one step at a time and she's what, using us even more?
William - No, it's not like that. The poor thing is confused, you see. She has to be brought back to reality slowly.
Demon - Oh yeah, right. Looked like you were moving pretty fast there, William.
William - Don't call me that! You know that we, the both of us, are Spike.
Demon - I'm Spike. You're just a wet noodle from where I'm sitting. You let a mere slip of a girl lead you by the nose but then, you've always liked that, haven't you boy?
William - Don't speak of me as a boy.
Demon - Oh? You were a boy under your mother's thumb when you were turned and you're still a boy after 120 years. She doesn't want you. She wants me.
William - That's not true. I love her.
Demon - Don't you see? She doesn't want your love. She wants my darkness. Watch.
Fingers trailed lightly over Buffy as she drifted in near sleep. He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. The Slayer awakened with a blast of heat. Spike growled as the he added his mouth to the action. The Slayer jumped up and took control of the situation as she squeezed Spike between her legs. Spike smirked. "This is what you want, isn't it Slayer?"
"Mmm. Yes. Now. Shut up!" Her face went wild and her eyes shone brightly. The Slayer bit and scratched Spike intermittently as they made love much to his enjoyment. The force of passion drove them on until the Slayer let out a curdle of satisfaction. Then she breathed shallowly as she subsided. Buffy came to the fore startled at her upright position. We were cuddling. What's happening? Confused, she shot up, dressed hurriedly and fled the crypt. Spike looked on abjectly with resignation.
Demon - You see the girl's a tad conflicted. Doesn't quite know herself.
William was silent. The End