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BtVS – Season 5 – The Body – Buffy

1. Screaming Quiet

"Mom?" Buffy calls, pausing by the flowers Brian sent her mother. "Hey. Flower-gettin' lady. Want me to pick Dawn up from school?" she shouts up the stairs. "Mom?" she tries again, yelling towards the kitchen.

Buffy turns, facing the livingroom, "Mom?" she questions softly, spying Joyce on the couch. "Mommy?" Dead silence.

She grabs her mother by the shoulders and shakes her, not fully comprehending the lack of response. Her own heartbeat pounds in her ears. "Mom, mom, mom, mom!" the frightened girl screams into her mother's passive face.

All she can do is call 911 and wait, in shock.

BtVS – Season 5 – The Body – Buffy, Dawn

2. Sorrowful Messenger

Kevin notices Dawn tense up as her sister enters the classroom. It's never a good thing when family interrupts, and she doesn't look real happy to be there.

"Dawn, I have to talk to you," Bunny, or is it Buffy, begs.

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of class."

He watches as the door closes behind the girls. Along with everyone else, the stare out the window and wonder what the drama is today.

It's Dawn's shrieked "No!" that cuts through him, unable to tear his eyes away as she slumps down to the ground, crying bitterly in disbelief.

BtVS – Season 5 – The Body – Xander

3. Up Against the Wall

There's no thought involved. One minute Xander's standing amongst his friends, mourning the passing of a woman they all love, and the next he's buried mid-arm deep in the drywall. For five seconds it gives him satisfaction – the crunchy sound of destruction – of having done something concrete, no pun intended.

He's no stranger to death, coming up against it on a nightly basis. It just feels different when it's someone you know. Never to hear Joyce say: "Why don't you stay for dinner, sweetie," or anything else ever again. It breaks his heart.

The world has lost a good woman.

BtVS – Season 6 – Post Smashed – Spike/Buffy – R, for wordage

4. She Says

Fucking Buffy is an all out sensory experience. She fucks like she fights, putting everything into it. She bites and claws, stripping flesh from bone and hair from scalp. When he calls her an animal, he means it literally.

It's her noises Spike strives for. The grunts as their bodies impact. The mewls as his tongue finds the particularly sensitive spot between her legs or behind her ear. The howling yips when he nips at her dusky nipples until they bruise.

She can close her eyes and pretend he's someone else, but her body sings its melodies just for him.

BtVS – Season 6 – Post Smashed – Buffy/Spike – R, for wordage

5. He Says

Fucking Spike is an experience unlike anything else. He doesn't sweat or smell, he's flexible as an alley cat, and he's never quiet.

He roars when he penetrates and purrs he's ridden. A true beast in bed, though he adamantly refuses to go gameface. Buffy wonders if she'll stake him if he drops fang during sex and watches him struggle for control.

No matter how hard she grinds or beats, Buffy can't block out his words: "Come for me, luv." "So bloody hot, pet." "Fuck, Slayer. You're killin' me all over again."

All she hears is: "I love you, Buffy."

BtVS – Pre-Series – William/Drusilla

6. The Siren's Lure

William stands, transfixed, at the vision before him. That a woman would look so directly at himself, so eager to entice him with the soft hum of her voice. The tinkle in her laugh. The brightness of her gaze.

"I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent," she croons, weakening his knees and resistance.

"Do you want it?"

"Oh yes. God yes," he cries, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears blocks out all other sound.

She bites, drawing deeply, leaving him feeling giddy as the rush of blood leaves his body. Until it stops.