Title: Wanting Another
Author: A Very Very Bad Girl
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is nothing like my usual stories.
Summery: These are my thoughts on what Buffy is thinking about when she's with Spike.
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She closed her eyes. She just didn't want to see. Because, when she didn't look, she could pretend. Pretend it was someone else. Anyone else. Pretend that it was him.
She could feel him inside her. She could feel him clawing at her back. She could feel his mouth on hers, his tongue in her mouth. She could feel how his cold, dead body came alive with electric current, warming as he touched her.
She could taste him on her lips. She could smell his distinct scent. His roving hands became gentle, as he brought her further from where she'd ever been before. With her eyes closed, she could see his dark, brooding eyes, staring intently into hers, almost asking permission to take her farther. She could see his wavy hair. Tousled.
"Ooh! Angel!" She murmured. And everything stopped. He tore himself out of her, so fast it hurt.
"Is that why your eyes are closed? Is that what you bloody think about?!" The British drawl brought her back to reality. "Well?"
She opened her eyes, and stared into his electric blue ones, flashing angrily at him.
"I can't believe this! We're together, and all you can think about is him? Soul boy? I can't do this! I won't do this! Not when I know you're thinking about him! Bloody Hell, Buffy!"
She sat up and looked at him seductively.
"hey, now. None of that. I'm pissed at you."
She bit her lower lip, and looked at him through her long eyelashes.
He sighed in defeat and came back over to the bed. He slid next to her, putting his hand to her bare back and drew her to him. He kissed her sensually, then laid down on top of her once more.
She closed her eyes to block out the vampire she was with, wishing she was with another.
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Author's note: Ok, I seem to have pissed someone off really badly with this story. I got . . . . . . a ton of reviews saying the same thing. And in my defense, I just want to say that I do not hate Buffy/Spike relationships. I actually like their relationship. Hell, anything's better than her and Riley. I just think that she and Angel are better.
And on another note, I'm really sorry if this pissed someone off, but this story I came up with at 1 in the morning. Don't know what it is with me and writing stories after midnight, maybe I'm . . . . . . can't remember the word. The one where you chronically can't sleep. Maybe I'm that. But writing this story helped me go to sleep that night. Yeah, we all have issues, and I'm sorry. I'll change the summery to say Buffy/Spike, and not Spuffy.
And I do write what I like. I like this pairing. I'm not in love with it, but I do like this pairing. And maybe some day I'll get the inspiration to write a tried and true Spuffy romance. I can't predict the future. No one can.
I just want to say, once again, I'm sorry.
Author: A Very Very Bad Girl
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is nothing like my usual stories.
Summery: These are my thoughts on what Buffy is thinking about when she's with Spike.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
She closed her eyes. She just didn't want to see. Because, when she didn't look, she could pretend. Pretend it was someone else. Anyone else. Pretend that it was him.
She could feel him inside her. She could feel him clawing at her back. She could feel his mouth on hers, his tongue in her mouth. She could feel how his cold, dead body came alive with electric current, warming as he touched her.
She could taste him on her lips. She could smell his distinct scent. His roving hands became gentle, as he brought her further from where she'd ever been before. With her eyes closed, she could see his dark, brooding eyes, staring intently into hers, almost asking permission to take her farther. She could see his wavy hair. Tousled.
"Ooh! Angel!" She murmured. And everything stopped. He tore himself out of her, so fast it hurt.
"Is that why your eyes are closed? Is that what you bloody think about?!" The British drawl brought her back to reality. "Well?"
She opened her eyes, and stared into his electric blue ones, flashing angrily at him.
"I can't believe this! We're together, and all you can think about is him? Soul boy? I can't do this! I won't do this! Not when I know you're thinking about him! Bloody Hell, Buffy!"
She sat up and looked at him seductively.
"hey, now. None of that. I'm pissed at you."
She bit her lower lip, and looked at him through her long eyelashes.
He sighed in defeat and came back over to the bed. He slid next to her, putting his hand to her bare back and drew her to him. He kissed her sensually, then laid down on top of her once more.
She closed her eyes to block out the vampire she was with, wishing she was with another.
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Author's note: Ok, I seem to have pissed someone off really badly with this story. I got . . . . . . a ton of reviews saying the same thing. And in my defense, I just want to say that I do not hate Buffy/Spike relationships. I actually like their relationship. Hell, anything's better than her and Riley. I just think that she and Angel are better.
And on another note, I'm really sorry if this pissed someone off, but this story I came up with at 1 in the morning. Don't know what it is with me and writing stories after midnight, maybe I'm . . . . . . can't remember the word. The one where you chronically can't sleep. Maybe I'm that. But writing this story helped me go to sleep that night. Yeah, we all have issues, and I'm sorry. I'll change the summery to say Buffy/Spike, and not Spuffy.
And I do write what I like. I like this pairing. I'm not in love with it, but I do like this pairing. And maybe some day I'll get the inspiration to write a tried and true Spuffy romance. I can't predict the future. No one can.
I just want to say, once again, I'm sorry.