'It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray or something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean.'
Buffy slipped quietly into the hotel room. The bed was empty and Spike sat at the round table in the corner of the room. Buffy felt her breath catch in her throat as she caught sight of him, a warm flush spreading across her body. A cigarette dangled carelessly from his mouth, making his cerulean eyes glow in the embers, his pale skin awash in the moonlight that slipped in through the part in the curtain. His black jeans rode low on his hips, and his hair was tousled from sleep.
"Hey," she said as she moved towards him, shrugging out of his duster as she did so and laying it across the table. She leaned down and his fingers removed the cigarette from his mouth in anticipation of her kiss. Their mouths slanted together tenderly, the warm interplay of their tongues the only movement in the dark room.
Spike's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling Buffy into his lap, her warm fingers splayed across the cold firmament of his chest. His hand snaked towards the back of her head, releasing her hair from it's bond and sending it spilling around them in a golden sheet that framed their faces as they moved closer together, their hands hungrily seeking the familiar flesh. They finally separated, Spike's chest heaving beneath her hands with unneeded breath and she rested her head in the crook of his neck.
"I saw Willow."
Spike's hand paused midway down her back before continuing it's course to settle firmly on her waist, "Oh."
"She's going to help us with the research."
Spike nodded, "Red always was decent."
"That's not all", Pushing herself apart from Spike she brought her head level with his to meet his eyes, "There's a new Slayer in town. She says her name is Faith. Willow thinks she might be why Kendra came back, as a sort of warning."
Spike shook his head, "Doesn't explain why she attacked you, pet."
Buffy sighed, "Yea. It was too easy." She paused for a moment, her eyes searching Spike's before she whispered, "I love you, you know?"
All traces of a smile fled his face as he looked at her, one rough hand coming to rest lightly on her cheek, "Do you?"
She nodded, her own soft fingers coming up to entwine with his, "Always."
"So you trust me then?" The question echoed ominously around the room.
Buffy moved his hand down to her neck so that his fingers rested on the pulse point there, "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because I am what I am, love."
'My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
I am not worried --
I am not overly concerned.
You try to tell yourself
The things you try tell yourself to make
Yourself forget to make
Yourself forget I am not worried.'
Faith practically growled as she opened the door to her dingy hotel room, the scene in the graveyard replaying through her mind. Giving a disgusted sigh, she slipped out of her leather pants, her red halter soon following it to the floor. Stalking over to the bathroom she began to scrub furiously at her arms and face, the other Slayer's face taunting her while she scrubbed, exacerbating her ministrations until the skin gleamed pink in the over bright lights.
"Dammit!" She brought her hands down hard on the counter, her large brown eyes staring at her reflection in the mirror, "This was supposed to be my town!" With a snarl she whirled around towards the bedroom and found herself staring into a pair of narrow ebony eye. She startled, not noticing the subtle tingling of her body, the tell tale pallor of the woman's skin, or the wicked red nails that curled in anticipation at the woman's side, "What the hell do you want?"
Drusilla smiled as she moved towards the Slayer, her eyes taking the flushed skin, her breasts hanging loose in the chill night air, the simple black cotton panties and the full rep lips. The girl shook her head and the loose mane of brown hair fluttered around her threateningly. It had been so long since she'd had a Slayer, she itched with the promise of the thrum of the girl's rich blood. Slowly, she glided towards the girl, her hand coming to rest on the delicate bones of the collarbone, a few stray strands of hair brushing against her fingers, "Poor little girl. All alone."
Faith snorted and pulled away, "Are you whacked?"
Drusilla let loose a low growl, her hand whipping out to encircle her throat, tightening her grip when Faith attempted to knock her hand loose, "The naughty Slayer doesn't care for her sisters. You could've been her. Instead the little worms eat you up inside. But Mommy's here to chase the worms away. I'll stomp on them until they quiver. Until they do what I say."
Faith wheezed, her own hand wrapping around the vampiress' delicate neck. Drusilla snarled and pushed Faith against the all, the velvet bodice of her dress rubbing enticingly against her bare nipples, causing an involuntary gasp to escape from Faith's lips, "There there, now. Mommy can make it all better." She pressed closer against the girl, her free hand disappearing beneath the cotton panties, her mouth hovering tantalizingly above Faith's, "Give us a kiss."
'"If it's love," she said,
"Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind.'
"Don't." Buffy pulled herself out of Spike's arms, running a shaky hand through her hair, "Don't say that."
"Don't say what, love? That I'm a vampire? That I'm evil incarnate? " He stood up slowly and moved towards her, his eyes hard as he grabbed her, "What do you want me to say, love?"
"Not this!" Her own hands came up to grip his forearms, "For crissakes, Spike!"
He growled and shook her, his face morphing into the visage of a demon, "This is what I am, Buffy!" He pulled her flush against him, "Can't you feel how cold I am? How silent?" He shook her again, "Bloody hell, Slayer, you shouldn't love me."
Buffy stiffened at his words, her hazel eyes snapping as she wrenched free of him and, with a great shove, knocked him backwards onto the bed. She was after him in a flash, straddling him, with her stake poised above his heart, ready to strike, "You're right. I shouldn't love you. Not when you disappear from my bed for a month. Not when I'm sworn to kill your kind. Not when you throw my love back in my face." She leaned down over him, "But you want to know the real fucked up part about it Spike? It's not that I love you. It's not that I trust you. It is that I will never not love you. You could kill me, and it would be better than living without you."
He growled and flipped them over, knocking the stake to the floor, he hovered over her in game face for a moment before crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. Her hands reached up to stroke his face, smoothing the ridges away. Finally they broke apart, Buffy panting for air, "Don't you ever do that again. Don't you ever think that what they say is going to make me leave you. Because it isn't. I love you."
"I love you," he whispered against her mouth, claiming her lips in a gentle kiss.
"It's going to be all right."
He answered her with kisses, the slide of his skin against her sweater, her hands on the smooth planes of his back, their soft moans filling the room. His hand cupped her breast reverently underneath the heavy material of her sweater, eliciting from her soft mewlings as his thumb traced around the aureole and across the nipple, the whisper of their clothes leaving their bodies filing her with relief as he gently parted her thighs and slid home
'It seems like I should say,
"As long as this is love."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just snap her up in a butterfly net --
Pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried, I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room'
Faith had thought she'd experienced the utmost height of pleasure before, but now, Faith felt she knew how it felt to die and be born all at once. She clung to the vampiress greedily. Her moans filling the room as her blood spilled on the white hotel pillow, her long legs twisting around the vampire in a frenzied dervish until with a final orgasmic shudder she lay still on the bed.
Drusilla withdrew from her, her tongue wiping the excess blood from her lips lazily as she watched her Slayer shiver in the final throes of the claiming, she was hers now, for life, "Tell me my sweet, what do you want?"
Faith sighed and tilted her head to the side, exposing the vicious bite marks visible against the pale column, "More."
Drusilla laughed and shook her head, "We shall make them pay, pretty. They would have taken everything from you until you rang like a bell. Even now their shadows claw at your throat."
Faith nodded, "It should've been mine."
Drusilla cocked her head to the side and closed her eyes, listening past the noisy thump of the Slayer's heart to the voices that whispered all around her, "Don't worry, pet. In the end you'll get everything that you deserve. Mommy's here now."
'Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away.
She disappears, and, oh lord,
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.'
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray or something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean.'
Buffy slipped quietly into the hotel room. The bed was empty and Spike sat at the round table in the corner of the room. Buffy felt her breath catch in her throat as she caught sight of him, a warm flush spreading across her body. A cigarette dangled carelessly from his mouth, making his cerulean eyes glow in the embers, his pale skin awash in the moonlight that slipped in through the part in the curtain. His black jeans rode low on his hips, and his hair was tousled from sleep.
"Hey," she said as she moved towards him, shrugging out of his duster as she did so and laying it across the table. She leaned down and his fingers removed the cigarette from his mouth in anticipation of her kiss. Their mouths slanted together tenderly, the warm interplay of their tongues the only movement in the dark room.
Spike's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling Buffy into his lap, her warm fingers splayed across the cold firmament of his chest. His hand snaked towards the back of her head, releasing her hair from it's bond and sending it spilling around them in a golden sheet that framed their faces as they moved closer together, their hands hungrily seeking the familiar flesh. They finally separated, Spike's chest heaving beneath her hands with unneeded breath and she rested her head in the crook of his neck.
"I saw Willow."
Spike's hand paused midway down her back before continuing it's course to settle firmly on her waist, "Oh."
"She's going to help us with the research."
Spike nodded, "Red always was decent."
"That's not all", Pushing herself apart from Spike she brought her head level with his to meet his eyes, "There's a new Slayer in town. She says her name is Faith. Willow thinks she might be why Kendra came back, as a sort of warning."
Spike shook his head, "Doesn't explain why she attacked you, pet."
Buffy sighed, "Yea. It was too easy." She paused for a moment, her eyes searching Spike's before she whispered, "I love you, you know?"
All traces of a smile fled his face as he looked at her, one rough hand coming to rest lightly on her cheek, "Do you?"
She nodded, her own soft fingers coming up to entwine with his, "Always."
"So you trust me then?" The question echoed ominously around the room.
Buffy moved his hand down to her neck so that his fingers rested on the pulse point there, "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because I am what I am, love."
'My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
I am not worried --
I am not overly concerned.
You try to tell yourself
The things you try tell yourself to make
Yourself forget to make
Yourself forget I am not worried.'
Faith practically growled as she opened the door to her dingy hotel room, the scene in the graveyard replaying through her mind. Giving a disgusted sigh, she slipped out of her leather pants, her red halter soon following it to the floor. Stalking over to the bathroom she began to scrub furiously at her arms and face, the other Slayer's face taunting her while she scrubbed, exacerbating her ministrations until the skin gleamed pink in the over bright lights.
"Dammit!" She brought her hands down hard on the counter, her large brown eyes staring at her reflection in the mirror, "This was supposed to be my town!" With a snarl she whirled around towards the bedroom and found herself staring into a pair of narrow ebony eye. She startled, not noticing the subtle tingling of her body, the tell tale pallor of the woman's skin, or the wicked red nails that curled in anticipation at the woman's side, "What the hell do you want?"
Drusilla smiled as she moved towards the Slayer, her eyes taking the flushed skin, her breasts hanging loose in the chill night air, the simple black cotton panties and the full rep lips. The girl shook her head and the loose mane of brown hair fluttered around her threateningly. It had been so long since she'd had a Slayer, she itched with the promise of the thrum of the girl's rich blood. Slowly, she glided towards the girl, her hand coming to rest on the delicate bones of the collarbone, a few stray strands of hair brushing against her fingers, "Poor little girl. All alone."
Faith snorted and pulled away, "Are you whacked?"
Drusilla let loose a low growl, her hand whipping out to encircle her throat, tightening her grip when Faith attempted to knock her hand loose, "The naughty Slayer doesn't care for her sisters. You could've been her. Instead the little worms eat you up inside. But Mommy's here to chase the worms away. I'll stomp on them until they quiver. Until they do what I say."
Faith wheezed, her own hand wrapping around the vampiress' delicate neck. Drusilla snarled and pushed Faith against the all, the velvet bodice of her dress rubbing enticingly against her bare nipples, causing an involuntary gasp to escape from Faith's lips, "There there, now. Mommy can make it all better." She pressed closer against the girl, her free hand disappearing beneath the cotton panties, her mouth hovering tantalizingly above Faith's, "Give us a kiss."
'"If it's love," she said,
"Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind.'
"Don't." Buffy pulled herself out of Spike's arms, running a shaky hand through her hair, "Don't say that."
"Don't say what, love? That I'm a vampire? That I'm evil incarnate? " He stood up slowly and moved towards her, his eyes hard as he grabbed her, "What do you want me to say, love?"
"Not this!" Her own hands came up to grip his forearms, "For crissakes, Spike!"
He growled and shook her, his face morphing into the visage of a demon, "This is what I am, Buffy!" He pulled her flush against him, "Can't you feel how cold I am? How silent?" He shook her again, "Bloody hell, Slayer, you shouldn't love me."
Buffy stiffened at his words, her hazel eyes snapping as she wrenched free of him and, with a great shove, knocked him backwards onto the bed. She was after him in a flash, straddling him, with her stake poised above his heart, ready to strike, "You're right. I shouldn't love you. Not when you disappear from my bed for a month. Not when I'm sworn to kill your kind. Not when you throw my love back in my face." She leaned down over him, "But you want to know the real fucked up part about it Spike? It's not that I love you. It's not that I trust you. It is that I will never not love you. You could kill me, and it would be better than living without you."
He growled and flipped them over, knocking the stake to the floor, he hovered over her in game face for a moment before crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. Her hands reached up to stroke his face, smoothing the ridges away. Finally they broke apart, Buffy panting for air, "Don't you ever do that again. Don't you ever think that what they say is going to make me leave you. Because it isn't. I love you."
"I love you," he whispered against her mouth, claiming her lips in a gentle kiss.
"It's going to be all right."
He answered her with kisses, the slide of his skin against her sweater, her hands on the smooth planes of his back, their soft moans filling the room. His hand cupped her breast reverently underneath the heavy material of her sweater, eliciting from her soft mewlings as his thumb traced around the aureole and across the nipple, the whisper of their clothes leaving their bodies filing her with relief as he gently parted her thighs and slid home
'It seems like I should say,
"As long as this is love."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just snap her up in a butterfly net --
Pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried, I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room'
Faith had thought she'd experienced the utmost height of pleasure before, but now, Faith felt she knew how it felt to die and be born all at once. She clung to the vampiress greedily. Her moans filling the room as her blood spilled on the white hotel pillow, her long legs twisting around the vampire in a frenzied dervish until with a final orgasmic shudder she lay still on the bed.
Drusilla withdrew from her, her tongue wiping the excess blood from her lips lazily as she watched her Slayer shiver in the final throes of the claiming, she was hers now, for life, "Tell me my sweet, what do you want?"
Faith sighed and tilted her head to the side, exposing the vicious bite marks visible against the pale column, "More."
Drusilla laughed and shook her head, "We shall make them pay, pretty. They would have taken everything from you until you rang like a bell. Even now their shadows claw at your throat."
Faith nodded, "It should've been mine."
Drusilla cocked her head to the side and closed her eyes, listening past the noisy thump of the Slayer's heart to the voices that whispered all around her, "Don't worry, pet. In the end you'll get everything that you deserve. Mommy's here now."
'Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away.
She disappears, and, oh lord,
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.'