This week's challenge is: training.
BtVS AU – Buffy/Spike
1. Training Heels
"C'mon, Spike. Up! On your feet," demanded Buffy. "Don't you dare sit down. You came to me and asked for help, said you couldn't do this on your own and wanted my guidance."
The vampire whimpered as he stood, thigh muscles cramping, calf muscles burning. It felt like hours since his heels had touched the ground as he balanced on his toes. Eyes pleading for mercy, but refusing to give voice to his agony – not to this viscious taskmaster.
"Never, ever promise Dawn you'll dress up as Dr. Franknfurter for Halloween again. Heels will kill you when you wear fishnets."
BtVS AU – Dawn & Buffy/Spike
2. Remotely Concerned
"Buufffyyy! I'll never be able to do that to a guy I care about." Dawn whined.
Buffy grabbed for Spike, holding her prize firmly in her hand, making the vampire whimper in frustration. "Look, Dawnie, it's really simple. You want it, you just make a grab for it. We're living in the twenty-first century now. Faith had it right when she said 'want, take, have.'
"Curl your fingers just so and push right… there. Little touches, no need to break it."
"Masterful," said Dawn.
"Aw Slayer, have a heart. I was watchin' Passions. Timmy's down a well. Change it back!"
BtVS AU – Spike/Buffy
3. Holding Position
"C'mon, pet – easy now. Not gonna make you do anything you don't really want," he said, voice low and silky. "Hands'n knees for me now, an' ease back slowly. Take time t'get used to it – adjust to the burn."
Entranced with the Slayer stretched out before him in all her glory, Spike placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her upper body down into the mattress. Her soft whimpers were music to his ears.
Grabbing both hips to steady her, he pushed forward, stretching her to her limits, and said, "See, Buffy? Yoga training doesn't have to be boring."