Title: Kissing Stories
Author: Sophie
Pairing: Spike/Fred
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: Through 'Lineage'.
PART IV - Kissing Stories
Fred is sitting on the big table in Angel's office, facing the view. The lights are dimmed so she can admire it, and sometimes she still tries to locate the Hyperion.
Her right arm is still in the sling and she tries to eat a piece of chocolate cake with the other.
"Want some help with that, love?"
She jumps, surprised, and the plate in her lap almost falls - but Spike catches it.
"Well done," Fred comments, while he gives it back to her. He sits down on the table beside her.
"Nice view," he says.
"Yeah.that's why I came here. With that nice chocolate cake to keep me company. Want a bite?" she asks without thinking.
Spike gives her a sideway glance and smirks. She giggles. "Right, wrong choice of words, I guess. Hmm, so.you want some?"
Realizing she is just digging her own grave, Fred blushes and gives him the plate. "Ok. I'll shut up now."
Spike laughs heartily - something he only does when he's around her. "Thanks. But seeing as I'm all non-corporeal, I'd rather not think where that food would actually go."
She looks at him. "Maybe it would fall off of you. It could be funny. Actually, wouldn't you want to try.?"
He glares at her. "Definitely no."
Spike concentrates on cutting a small part of the cake and feeding her. Funny how it seems suddenly easy to touch things when it concerns Fred. "I used to love those flowery shaped fried onions at the Bronze.Bloody brilliant stuff."
"The Bronze?"
"The club in Sunnydale where I used to hang out."
He gives her the last part of the cake before putting the plate on the table behind her. The mention of Sunnydale generally makes him kind of mopey, so she doesn't say anything.
"That's where I kissed Buffy for the first time," he suddenly says.
She gives him a smile of encouragement, showing him she's all ears. He doesn't talk about Buffy much, so she's glad when he lets his guard down and doesn't keep it inside. Even if hearing him talk about Buffy isn't really her favourite topic in the world.
"In fact it was in the alley behind the Bronze. And technically, we had kissed before, but it had been under Red's spell. I mean, Willow."
Fred's eyes light up. "Yes, I met her last year. A very nice girl. We didn't have much time, but we seemed to have a lot in common. We're both nerds," she smiled.
"Very pretty nerds," he smiles back.
"So, Buffy.and the kiss?"
"Yes.so, our first real kiss was behind the Bronze.after that wanker Harris had summoned a demon that made everybody sing.nothing to do with Lorne. Except maybe for the outfit. Then, the second time it was also at the Bronze. We had all lost our memories - courtesy of Willow again - and it had been a.painful day for several reasons. Buffy's Watcher left, and.I told you the rest already."
Fred nods, not knowing what to say, so she slips her hand in his. They do the hand holding quite often, and she secretly hopes for the next step - a hug.
Spike watches their intertwined fingers. "That's weird," he says.
"What?"
"I think it's the first time I mention Buffy without having this sinking feeling in my stomach."
"Well, you know what they say.time heals everything."
"Time and the friendship of a pretty bird named Winifred," he replies, kissing her hand.
On an impulse, she leans and kisses his cheek. Then of course comes the inevitable blushing. He smiles fondly at her and kisses her hair.
Is this turning into a kisses contest? She wonders. God, she would love that.
But he's not ready. And maybe she's not ready either. And ready for what exactly? She's not even sure.but she knows she has a lot of patience.
Spike is worth saving.and he's definitely worth waiting for.
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Angel walks into his office and stops when he sees the two figures sitting side by side on the table. They talk and laugh softly.
Angel frowns, hesitates, before finally retreating back.
TBC.
PART IV - Kissing Stories
Fred is sitting on the big table in Angel's office, facing the view. The lights are dimmed so she can admire it, and sometimes she still tries to locate the Hyperion.
Her right arm is still in the sling and she tries to eat a piece of chocolate cake with the other.
"Want some help with that, love?"
She jumps, surprised, and the plate in her lap almost falls - but Spike catches it.
"Well done," Fred comments, while he gives it back to her. He sits down on the table beside her.
"Nice view," he says.
"Yeah.that's why I came here. With that nice chocolate cake to keep me company. Want a bite?" she asks without thinking.
Spike gives her a sideway glance and smirks. She giggles. "Right, wrong choice of words, I guess. Hmm, so.you want some?"
Realizing she is just digging her own grave, Fred blushes and gives him the plate. "Ok. I'll shut up now."
Spike laughs heartily - something he only does when he's around her. "Thanks. But seeing as I'm all non-corporeal, I'd rather not think where that food would actually go."
She looks at him. "Maybe it would fall off of you. It could be funny. Actually, wouldn't you want to try.?"
He glares at her. "Definitely no."
Spike concentrates on cutting a small part of the cake and feeding her. Funny how it seems suddenly easy to touch things when it concerns Fred. "I used to love those flowery shaped fried onions at the Bronze.Bloody brilliant stuff."
"The Bronze?"
"The club in Sunnydale where I used to hang out."
He gives her the last part of the cake before putting the plate on the table behind her. The mention of Sunnydale generally makes him kind of mopey, so she doesn't say anything.
"That's where I kissed Buffy for the first time," he suddenly says.
She gives him a smile of encouragement, showing him she's all ears. He doesn't talk about Buffy much, so she's glad when he lets his guard down and doesn't keep it inside. Even if hearing him talk about Buffy isn't really her favourite topic in the world.
"In fact it was in the alley behind the Bronze. And technically, we had kissed before, but it had been under Red's spell. I mean, Willow."
Fred's eyes light up. "Yes, I met her last year. A very nice girl. We didn't have much time, but we seemed to have a lot in common. We're both nerds," she smiled.
"Very pretty nerds," he smiles back.
"So, Buffy.and the kiss?"
"Yes.so, our first real kiss was behind the Bronze.after that wanker Harris had summoned a demon that made everybody sing.nothing to do with Lorne. Except maybe for the outfit. Then, the second time it was also at the Bronze. We had all lost our memories - courtesy of Willow again - and it had been a.painful day for several reasons. Buffy's Watcher left, and.I told you the rest already."
Fred nods, not knowing what to say, so she slips her hand in his. They do the hand holding quite often, and she secretly hopes for the next step - a hug.
Spike watches their intertwined fingers. "That's weird," he says.
"What?"
"I think it's the first time I mention Buffy without having this sinking feeling in my stomach."
"Well, you know what they say.time heals everything."
"Time and the friendship of a pretty bird named Winifred," he replies, kissing her hand.
On an impulse, she leans and kisses his cheek. Then of course comes the inevitable blushing. He smiles fondly at her and kisses her hair.
Is this turning into a kisses contest? She wonders. God, she would love that.
But he's not ready. And maybe she's not ready either. And ready for what exactly? She's not even sure.but she knows she has a lot of patience.
Spike is worth saving.and he's definitely worth waiting for.
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Angel walks into his office and stops when he sees the two figures sitting side by side on the table. They talk and laugh softly.
Angel frowns, hesitates, before finally retreating back.
TBC.