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Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #67, the word "pause."
Fantasies
by Zzilly14
She paused before knocking on the door. This was going to be difficult, she thought. What is she going to say? What will he say?
Finally, she politely tapped the door with her knuckle three times and took a deep breath.
"Coming," said the voice from inside. The door opened, and there he stood, not wearing a shirt, sweat dripping from his muscular chest.
"Buffy?" the bleach blond said in surprise.
She smiled awkwardly. "Yeah."
"What are you doing here?" Then he curled his lip. "Oh, I know. You need some information. Sorry luv, puppy doesn't want to play."
The Slayer stared at him. "Can I come in? Please?"
He rolled his eyes before opening the door further, letting Buffy walk into his crypt. "So, what do you need to know?" he asked while taking out a mug of pig's blood.
"Are you in love with me?"
Spike nearly dropped the mug, eyes wide in shock. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, Spike. Answer me."
He chuckled. "Slayer? Don't you remember that I'm a bloody vampire?"
"Just tell me."
He nodded slowly, his eyes refusing to meet her gaze. "Yes, Buffy. I'm in love with you."
"I just wanted to be sure," she replied. She then walked over to him, putting her arms around his neck, and began nibbling on his ear.
Spike closed his eyes, smiling at the thought. When he opened them again, he was in his crypt by himself. The only thing that was making noise was an old romantic musical he had rented. He paused the tape and sighed, wondering if Buffy would ever love him back.
Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #67, the word "pause."
by Zzilly14
She paused before knocking on the door. This was going to be difficult, she thought. What is she going to say? What will he say?
Finally, she politely tapped the door with her knuckle three times and took a deep breath.
"Coming," said the voice from inside. The door opened, and there he stood, not wearing a shirt, sweat dripping from his muscular chest.
"Buffy?" the bleach blond said in surprise.
She smiled awkwardly. "Yeah."
"What are you doing here?" Then he curled his lip. "Oh, I know. You need some information. Sorry luv, puppy doesn't want to play."
The Slayer stared at him. "Can I come in? Please?"
He rolled his eyes before opening the door further, letting Buffy walk into his crypt. "So, what do you need to know?" he asked while taking out a mug of pig's blood.
"Are you in love with me?"
Spike nearly dropped the mug, eyes wide in shock. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, Spike. Answer me."
He chuckled. "Slayer? Don't you remember that I'm a bloody vampire?"
"Just tell me."
He nodded slowly, his eyes refusing to meet her gaze. "Yes, Buffy. I'm in love with you."
"I just wanted to be sure," she replied. She then walked over to him, putting her arms around his neck, and began nibbling on his ear.
Spike closed his eyes, smiling at the thought. When he opened them again, he was in his crypt by himself. The only thing that was making noise was an old romantic musical he had rented. He paused the tape and sighed, wondering if Buffy would ever love him back.