Okay, this is my first Spuffy, although I've loved them forever. Read and review as usual, Stargate stuff will be updated shortly
Dust to Dust
Chapter One
She feels dirty after leaving the crypt, even though he has licked every inch of her clean with that sharp, pink tongue. She is covered in his essence, doused with her favorite sin. She will shower again for hours tonight, scrubbing herself in an effort to get his fingerprints off of her skin. But when she closes her eyes, she will still see his head thrown back as his pleasure washes over him. She will still hear him moaning her name in that strange way that made her stomach turn. She will still taste his mouth; still feel the soreness in her hips when she moves.
And tomorrow, she'll venture closer to his side of the graveyard, just to do it all over again.
Buffy is disgusted with herself. This she knows as she steps out of the shower, toweling her hair vigorously to dislodge the ghost of his fingers that remain tangled up in her gold locks. Goldylocks. He had named her, possessed her. She heard his words every time she looked in the mirror.
She wanted to cry, but she has no tears left. She wants to scream, but she's done enough of that already.
Buffy does what she knows best. She dresses again in a fresh set of clothes, her body still moist from the shower. These are her combat clothes, she can move in these. She can do what she needs to do.
It's late, so Dawn doesn't hear her digging through weapons cabinet. She pulls out two stakes, a crossbow with several bolts and a small dagger. Steady fingers fasten a crucifix around her neck, ignoring the trail of bruises that line the pale flesh.
She leaves the house, her mission in mind. She is no longer Buffy Summers, Guidance Counselor or Buffy, Spike's lover. She is the Slayer. Her job is to hunt vampires and kill them, not sleep with them.
Her own disgust has won out over reason and logic, her need for his muscle overpowered by her hatred of herself and the deed she had committed. She might pay for this later, but Spike would pay for it now.
Armed to the teeth, Buffy stopped in front of his crypt and waited. It was only a matter of time before he would sense her arrival and show himself. And sure enough, there he was now, wearing only his leather pants and a coy smile. He held a cigarette in his left hand and leaned smugly against the cool, stole doorway of his crypt.
"Couldn't get enough, could you, Slayer?" He quipped, his voice light and beautifully arrogant.
With no change in expression, Buffy pulled out the crossbow and aimed a shot at Spike's chest. His eyes widened only slightly as the crossbow twanged and Buffy fired a shot at the heart that burned so deeply for her.
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Okay, I'll update that soon, I swear! Sorry to leave you hanging like that. Let me know what you thought!