Spike practically bounced along on the sidewalk as Buffy rubbed sleep out of her eyes. It was going to be a good day. Night. Whatever.
The sky was clear, the stars were bright, and the sweet little Slayer had let him disturb her slumber to drag her downtown where her witless soldier was getting drained, to put it delicately.
Granted she'd been less than impressed to find him in her bedroom but she hadn't kicked him out—-even though she was obviously naked under those sheets—-and that was promising.
She was going to be so grateful to him. Maybe she'd kiss him right then and there. Maybe at the end of the night they'd be writhing in that cozy bed together.
He glanced over at her, at her hands swinging by her thighs and thought maybe he could twine his fingers with hers on the way there-
No she wouldn't go for that. Even if there was something between them—something electric and powerful and burning—-she was faithful. Loyal. It was endearing, after all it was another thing they had in common, but deeply frustrating in the current situation.
So. Get the fucker out of the way and clear a path first, that was the goal. Then maybe they could take it slow. Why not? Get to know each other intimately. Maybe take her out somewhere nice. Somewhere she'd enjoy. A demon brawl or something. A proper date. With weapons.
The factory loomed into view and the stench of blood rolled out of the doors. A shiver of anticipation tripped down his spine as he struggled to keep a grin off his face.
Here we go…
beta'd by RavenLove12 for Elysian Fields' Drabblemania 23