Buffy
She just turned and walked away. I suddenly felt sad that I wasn't around her. I leaned back against the tree and sighed, watching the other children playing.
It's her friends son. Faith has friends. She seems settled. When did Faith get all domesticated?
I go home and confront Willow. I try to keep calm about it and not get angry. She's already on edge from Tara leaving. Apparently they all thought I'd be better off not knowing. They think I can't handle dealing with Faith on top of everything else.
She almost seems put off that I'm asking. Somethings not right with her. Everyone says its the magic and I'm starting to think they're right. But now isn't the time to bring that up, even if I felt like doing it. She'd only get more pissy. Besides, Giles left so he must not be that worried. Suddenly her eyes grow wide and she smiles, "I forgot to tell you!"
"What?" I ask, surprised at her quick change in mood.
She gets that happy goofy Willow look on her face. "I changed Amy back!"
"Wow, really?" That wasn't what I expected. I forgot the rat was still alive. "She okay?"
"Yeah," Willow says. "Although I should check on her. She's using the computer to read up about everything that happened since she was changed."
I just nod slowly as she rushes back up the stairs. Maybe Amy will be good for Willow. Helping her adjust will keep her occupied.
Things are relatively quiet until the next night. I go out slaying and run into Spike. Turns out he can hit me without the chip going off. Oh joy of joys. He thinks I came back wrong. I almost tell him I've thought that since I first got back.
So there we are, brawling in the alley. Really one of our finer fights. He keeps egging me on, telling me I'm not quite human anymore. That I'm wrong. I may agree with him but I'd never admit it. His accusations only fuel my desire to kick his ass.
At some point I push him into this abandoned building. The fight just gets more violent once we're out of the street. This feels good. We're verbally sparring while we're fighting. Taking our time. Really gets the blood pumping. Neither of us is holding back.
Somehow I wake up lying naked beside him. The house fell down around us. I barely remember the fight turning to sex. I'm aching so I know we probably fucked just as violently as we fought. I'm immediately disgusted with myself. I start to get dressed and Spike tries to talk me out of it.
He almost got me to stay. He's damn good at what he does. Suddenly I'm remembering more of the night before. The way it felt to fight like that, without holding anything back. And I remember starting it.
I don't know why I kissed him, maybe that's why. For no reason I mean. He's there and I needed something and he could provide. The look on his face as I lowered onto him was priceless. I think about doing it again when I hear "I knew the only thing better than killing a slayer would be..."
I push him off before he can finish his thought. I don't want to hear that I fucked him out loud. I lash out, say some rather harsh things and leave him there.