Helluva thing
Disclaimer: The wonderful ship of Spuffy is sadly not mine, but it is the great work of the almighty Joss Whedon. *bows* I'm only being nice to Joss because he made Spuffy. . .but I'm still holding grudges. I mean, the man OWNS SPIKE! ARGH! *pounding fist on table*
Summary: It's a Helluva Thing when the person you love doesn't love you back. Story of a girl who fell in love with a gay man. . .or is he? Fantasy Spuffy fic, my dears. *wink*
A/N: Thanks everyone for your reviews, even to my author's note. *giggles* It meant a lot to me. *sniffles* *huggles* I love you all! OH! And thanks for helping me with the winner's bet. It helped lots. Thankies!
*tapes on paper wings on back* *hops around throwing cotton around room* Fluff! Fluff! Must spread the fluff! I am fluffy-fairy, spreading the goodness of fluff to all! *giggles* Sorry. . .I've been having writer's block and I just decided to just turn on my computer and. . . Write. Yeah. *wags finger at face* So I better see some reviews. *grins and runs off scattering more cotton in the air* lol
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The sun peeked through the blinds, smiling over a sleeping blonde. Her eyes popped open, then squinted at the bright light.
Rubbing her hands over her eyes, she sighed in annoyance. She hadn't gotten any sleep that night. Her thoughts were filled with the two men who were currently sleeping in the room next to hers.
Sniffing the air, the sudden scent of eggs and bacon, possibly syrup. . .and ooh. . .coffee, assaulted Buffy's nostrils. She breathed the smell in and got up, pulling her hair in a tight bun. Straightening out her white tank top, she stepped out of her room.
The scene before her was-
"Buffy! You're up!" Parker greeted, an apron around his waist. He flipped a pancake in a pan and stirred some eggs in a bowl.
"Good morning, luv," Spike walked over to the petite blonde and offered a glass of orange juice, "Please, have a seat and enjoy your breakfast." None had bed hair and both weren't even in their pajamas. Their hair was made up with gel and Buffy could smell the faint scent of aftershave.
Parker slipped two pancakes on a glass plate and slid them on the table. He pulled out a chair and came over to Buffy, pressing a hand against her back to lead her to her seat. "Here. Sit. Eat," Parker encouraged.
When Buffy seated, Spike quickly hurried to retrieve a red rose from the room and handed it over to her. "This is for you," he winked.
As Spike straightened up, Buffy noticed Parker stick his tongue out at Spike and he smirked, shrugging.
"Um. . .thanks, you guys," Buffy mumbled, taking a bite from her pancake. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Mmm! This is goood."
Parker grinned and pushed Spike out of the way as he sat across of the eating blonde.
"So, Buffy. I was wondering if you'd like to go. . .I don't know. Maybe. . .to the movies?" Parker asked.
She thought a moment and shrugged, "Sure, why not?" Drinking down some juice, she complimented, "Wow! This juice tastes so-"
"Fresh?" Spike helped.
She nodded and sniffed the flower he had given her, "Thanks for the rose. . ." Buffy took a quick moment to look at the man before her. I mean, *really* look at him. The night before, she was so angry that she blinded the fact that he was actually a grade A hottie.
He had bleached blonde hair and such deep blue eyes. His cheeks were something to look at. So finely chiseled- so defined. And those lips! What was she talking about? Only the lips? He had a great body, too. His black t- shirt revealed the outline of nicely toned muscles-
Buffy mentally shook herself. And to think this was the same guy who had almost run her over the night before and she was currently drooling over him.
"What was your name again?" Buffy asked politely.
"Spike," he smirked at Parker as he shook hands with her.
Buffy nodded, putting some eggs into her mouth, "Thanks Spike. That was sweet of you."
He nodded and went to eat his own plate next to Parker.
Buffy stared discreetly at the two men eating across from her. They certainly didn't look gay, Buffy thought.
'I am *so* winning this bet' Spike and Parker thought at the same time as they smiled in false sweetness at one another.
Then again. . .Maybe they are, Buffy shrugged as she saw them grin happily towards each other.
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As Buffy brought her fork up for the last bite, both men stood up and offered to put her plate away. Parker had grabbed the dish from her first and Spike sent a glare over to the grinning brunette who was now heading to the kitchen to wash her plate.
Once parker was out of the room, Spike grinned evilly and turned back to Buffy with a fake smile.
"So, Buffy," he began as he poured her another glass of juice. He sat across from her and rest his chin on his palm, trying to look interested. "What do you do. . .for fun?" His gaze slipped down to her lips and back up to her eyes, he made sure she noticed.
And she did.
Buffy gulped down the remaining food in her mouth and Spike couldn't help but smirk at her uneasiness. Taking the glass of juice, she took a sip to wet her suddenly-dry throat and answered, "Well. . .I like to go to clubs, to dance. . ."
Spike continued to listen- or at least *pretend* to listen. Her voice faded into the background once he had heard her first answer.
"I like to go to clubs, to dance. . ." Spike repeated in his mind. He mentally rolled his eyes at the girl before him. What an airhead, Spike figured. Clubs are *usually* meant for dancing and she said it like he didn't even know what clubs were for.
Sighing to himself, his eyes widened when he realized she stopped talking. "Pardon?"
Buffy looked a little irritated but her features softened as she asked again, "What do *you* do for fun, Spike?"
He licked his lips, "What do *I* do for fun?" Buffy nodded and he leaned forward, close enough to feel her breath on his face. "Women," he finished, his gaze flickering from her eyes to her mouth and he tilted his head closer to hers. His hand lightly caressed her cheek, thumb gliding over her lower lip.
He could hear and feel her breath quicken and saw her eyes begin to drift close. That's when he sat back into his seat and Buffy opened her eyes in shock, wondering where the warmth had gone.
"More juice?" He offered casually, as if he they had never shared the close- to-an-intimate moment before.
It took a moment for his question to register in her mind as she tried to answer the questions bubbling up inside her. "What?"
"Juice, luv. More juice?" He repeated, taking a sip from his own cup.
Buffy shifted in her seat a little, feeling her own juices between her thighs, "Um. . .No thanks. I- I have enough."
He nodded, picked his plate up, and headed into the kitchen with a triumphant grin on his face.
This was gonna be too easy, Spike thought arrogantly.
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A/N: Alright. I know. It's on the short side. On the reeeeally short side. Sorry! *sheepish grin* School really has been messin' with me head. I can't think straight no more. *grumble grumble* LoL
Please be kind and review. =) Pretty please? ^_^ With whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries and Spike on top? *wicked grin* Mmm. . .Spike on top. . .*licks lips* heheh. . .
Disclaimer: The wonderful ship of Spuffy is sadly not mine, but it is the great work of the almighty Joss Whedon. *bows* I'm only being nice to Joss because he made Spuffy. . .but I'm still holding grudges. I mean, the man OWNS SPIKE! ARGH! *pounding fist on table*
Summary: It's a Helluva Thing when the person you love doesn't love you back. Story of a girl who fell in love with a gay man. . .or is he? Fantasy Spuffy fic, my dears. *wink*
A/N: Thanks everyone for your reviews, even to my author's note. *giggles* It meant a lot to me. *sniffles* *huggles* I love you all! OH! And thanks for helping me with the winner's bet. It helped lots. Thankies!
*tapes on paper wings on back* *hops around throwing cotton around room* Fluff! Fluff! Must spread the fluff! I am fluffy-fairy, spreading the goodness of fluff to all! *giggles* Sorry. . .I've been having writer's block and I just decided to just turn on my computer and. . . Write. Yeah. *wags finger at face* So I better see some reviews. *grins and runs off scattering more cotton in the air* lol
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The sun peeked through the blinds, smiling over a sleeping blonde. Her eyes popped open, then squinted at the bright light.
Rubbing her hands over her eyes, she sighed in annoyance. She hadn't gotten any sleep that night. Her thoughts were filled with the two men who were currently sleeping in the room next to hers.
Sniffing the air, the sudden scent of eggs and bacon, possibly syrup. . .and ooh. . .coffee, assaulted Buffy's nostrils. She breathed the smell in and got up, pulling her hair in a tight bun. Straightening out her white tank top, she stepped out of her room.
The scene before her was-
"Buffy! You're up!" Parker greeted, an apron around his waist. He flipped a pancake in a pan and stirred some eggs in a bowl.
"Good morning, luv," Spike walked over to the petite blonde and offered a glass of orange juice, "Please, have a seat and enjoy your breakfast." None had bed hair and both weren't even in their pajamas. Their hair was made up with gel and Buffy could smell the faint scent of aftershave.
Parker slipped two pancakes on a glass plate and slid them on the table. He pulled out a chair and came over to Buffy, pressing a hand against her back to lead her to her seat. "Here. Sit. Eat," Parker encouraged.
When Buffy seated, Spike quickly hurried to retrieve a red rose from the room and handed it over to her. "This is for you," he winked.
As Spike straightened up, Buffy noticed Parker stick his tongue out at Spike and he smirked, shrugging.
"Um. . .thanks, you guys," Buffy mumbled, taking a bite from her pancake. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Mmm! This is goood."
Parker grinned and pushed Spike out of the way as he sat across of the eating blonde.
"So, Buffy. I was wondering if you'd like to go. . .I don't know. Maybe. . .to the movies?" Parker asked.
She thought a moment and shrugged, "Sure, why not?" Drinking down some juice, she complimented, "Wow! This juice tastes so-"
"Fresh?" Spike helped.
She nodded and sniffed the flower he had given her, "Thanks for the rose. . ." Buffy took a quick moment to look at the man before her. I mean, *really* look at him. The night before, she was so angry that she blinded the fact that he was actually a grade A hottie.
He had bleached blonde hair and such deep blue eyes. His cheeks were something to look at. So finely chiseled- so defined. And those lips! What was she talking about? Only the lips? He had a great body, too. His black t- shirt revealed the outline of nicely toned muscles-
Buffy mentally shook herself. And to think this was the same guy who had almost run her over the night before and she was currently drooling over him.
"What was your name again?" Buffy asked politely.
"Spike," he smirked at Parker as he shook hands with her.
Buffy nodded, putting some eggs into her mouth, "Thanks Spike. That was sweet of you."
He nodded and went to eat his own plate next to Parker.
Buffy stared discreetly at the two men eating across from her. They certainly didn't look gay, Buffy thought.
'I am *so* winning this bet' Spike and Parker thought at the same time as they smiled in false sweetness at one another.
Then again. . .Maybe they are, Buffy shrugged as she saw them grin happily towards each other.
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As Buffy brought her fork up for the last bite, both men stood up and offered to put her plate away. Parker had grabbed the dish from her first and Spike sent a glare over to the grinning brunette who was now heading to the kitchen to wash her plate.
Once parker was out of the room, Spike grinned evilly and turned back to Buffy with a fake smile.
"So, Buffy," he began as he poured her another glass of juice. He sat across from her and rest his chin on his palm, trying to look interested. "What do you do. . .for fun?" His gaze slipped down to her lips and back up to her eyes, he made sure she noticed.
And she did.
Buffy gulped down the remaining food in her mouth and Spike couldn't help but smirk at her uneasiness. Taking the glass of juice, she took a sip to wet her suddenly-dry throat and answered, "Well. . .I like to go to clubs, to dance. . ."
Spike continued to listen- or at least *pretend* to listen. Her voice faded into the background once he had heard her first answer.
"I like to go to clubs, to dance. . ." Spike repeated in his mind. He mentally rolled his eyes at the girl before him. What an airhead, Spike figured. Clubs are *usually* meant for dancing and she said it like he didn't even know what clubs were for.
Sighing to himself, his eyes widened when he realized she stopped talking. "Pardon?"
Buffy looked a little irritated but her features softened as she asked again, "What do *you* do for fun, Spike?"
He licked his lips, "What do *I* do for fun?" Buffy nodded and he leaned forward, close enough to feel her breath on his face. "Women," he finished, his gaze flickering from her eyes to her mouth and he tilted his head closer to hers. His hand lightly caressed her cheek, thumb gliding over her lower lip.
He could hear and feel her breath quicken and saw her eyes begin to drift close. That's when he sat back into his seat and Buffy opened her eyes in shock, wondering where the warmth had gone.
"More juice?" He offered casually, as if he they had never shared the close- to-an-intimate moment before.
It took a moment for his question to register in her mind as she tried to answer the questions bubbling up inside her. "What?"
"Juice, luv. More juice?" He repeated, taking a sip from his own cup.
Buffy shifted in her seat a little, feeling her own juices between her thighs, "Um. . .No thanks. I- I have enough."
He nodded, picked his plate up, and headed into the kitchen with a triumphant grin on his face.
This was gonna be too easy, Spike thought arrogantly.
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A/N: Alright. I know. It's on the short side. On the reeeeally short side. Sorry! *sheepish grin* School really has been messin' with me head. I can't think straight no more. *grumble grumble* LoL
Please be kind and review. =) Pretty please? ^_^ With whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries and Spike on top? *wicked grin* Mmm. . .Spike on top. . .*licks lips* heheh. . .