"Night Watcher" - Spike/Buffy
Title: Night Watcher
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Spike/Buffy - Stars. For chavelaprincess.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 611.
Spoilers: AU Future - Post Series.
Distribution: Link only please.
Written: October 2006.
Night Watcher (1/1)
The stars shown brightly in the sky as Buffy walked through the cemetery, wishing she was already at home. Spike had been unable to come with her on patrol that evening, due to some Watcher-sounding mission he had to take care of. Truthfully, Buffy had sort of started to tune him out and begun picturing him naked whenever he got to talking about his Watchers duties, because he talked about it so much.
Well, that wasn't the entire truth. It was also because it was simply that much more fun to think of Spike naked and what she could - would - do to him were he not wearing any clothes, than listen to him talk about some ancient text that had nothing to do with her and was written in a language Buffy had never heard of. Sure, she liked his voice and all, but the guy never shut up once he got started and after having lived with him for as long as Buffy now had, she knew when to tune him out, for both of their sanity's sakes.
She glanced at her watch, thankful for the moon which provided her with enough light to see the slim hands as they ticked away, unaware of the world around them. She'd only been out for an hour, and she sighed when she realised that if she wanted to set a good example for the potentials-turned-slayers she had to stay out longer than that.
She glanced around, refusing to stay on her feet much longer unless she had to. Ten years, and she still hadn't mastered the ability to put on a pair of comfortable shoes when she went out patrolling. She spotted a small bench just across a small pebbled path and she gladly walked towards it. She sat down with an almost huff, glad that no one was around to hear it.
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she breathed in the fresh air greedily. As much as she didn't like going out patrolling, there was something about it that'd always comforted her. It was probably the Slayer in her, wanting to go out and hunt things. Kill demons and vampires and get off on the thrill of risking her life.
A twig snapped in the distance, and Buffy's eyes flew open in response to the sound. She sat completely still, her senses on alert and prepared for whatever demon was trying to sneak up on her. Her spider senses wasn't tingling, but it wouldn't be the first time a demon had fooled her heightened senses and sneaked up on her unaware.
"I thought I might find you here."
Buffy smiled and relaxed when she heard the familiar voice, her eyes meeting that of her husband's as he crossed over to where she was sitting. He sat down next to her, placed a kiss on her cheek and leaned back with a big smile on his face.
"I though you were going to be busy tonight?" Buffy asked, her hand coming to rest on his knee.
Spike shrugged. "I've done what I felt like doing. 'Sides, you know me. You can take the vampire out of the man, but you can't take... the vampire senses away..." He frowned. "Or something like that. It sounded so much better in my head."
Buffy smiled. "Doesn't everything?"
Spike growled softly before he leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips. "Lets go home," he said into her neck as they pulled apart to breathe.
"Mmm... Lets," Buffy agreed.
They stood together, and hand in hand walked out of the cemetery, leaving it still and quiet once more.
The End.
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Spike/Buffy - Stars. For chavelaprincess.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 611.
Spoilers: AU Future - Post Series.
Distribution: Link only please.
Written: October 2006.
Night Watcher (1/1)
The stars shown brightly in the sky as Buffy walked through the cemetery, wishing she was already at home. Spike had been unable to come with her on patrol that evening, due to some Watcher-sounding mission he had to take care of. Truthfully, Buffy had sort of started to tune him out and begun picturing him naked whenever he got to talking about his Watchers duties, because he talked about it so much.
Well, that wasn't the entire truth. It was also because it was simply that much more fun to think of Spike naked and what she could - would - do to him were he not wearing any clothes, than listen to him talk about some ancient text that had nothing to do with her and was written in a language Buffy had never heard of. Sure, she liked his voice and all, but the guy never shut up once he got started and after having lived with him for as long as Buffy now had, she knew when to tune him out, for both of their sanity's sakes.
She glanced at her watch, thankful for the moon which provided her with enough light to see the slim hands as they ticked away, unaware of the world around them. She'd only been out for an hour, and she sighed when she realised that if she wanted to set a good example for the potentials-turned-slayers she had to stay out longer than that.
She glanced around, refusing to stay on her feet much longer unless she had to. Ten years, and she still hadn't mastered the ability to put on a pair of comfortable shoes when she went out patrolling. She spotted a small bench just across a small pebbled path and she gladly walked towards it. She sat down with an almost huff, glad that no one was around to hear it.
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she breathed in the fresh air greedily. As much as she didn't like going out patrolling, there was something about it that'd always comforted her. It was probably the Slayer in her, wanting to go out and hunt things. Kill demons and vampires and get off on the thrill of risking her life.
A twig snapped in the distance, and Buffy's eyes flew open in response to the sound. She sat completely still, her senses on alert and prepared for whatever demon was trying to sneak up on her. Her spider senses wasn't tingling, but it wouldn't be the first time a demon had fooled her heightened senses and sneaked up on her unaware.
"I thought I might find you here."
Buffy smiled and relaxed when she heard the familiar voice, her eyes meeting that of her husband's as he crossed over to where she was sitting. He sat down next to her, placed a kiss on her cheek and leaned back with a big smile on his face.
"I though you were going to be busy tonight?" Buffy asked, her hand coming to rest on his knee.
Spike shrugged. "I've done what I felt like doing. 'Sides, you know me. You can take the vampire out of the man, but you can't take... the vampire senses away..." He frowned. "Or something like that. It sounded so much better in my head."
Buffy smiled. "Doesn't everything?"
Spike growled softly before he leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips. "Lets go home," he said into her neck as they pulled apart to breathe.
"Mmm... Lets," Buffy agreed.
They stood together, and hand in hand walked out of the cemetery, leaving it still and quiet once more.
The End.