Please! I’m still with Angel… well, at least… A date? I mean - Do you want it to be?
It turned into dawn before Spike and Buffy noticed. The first indication of it was Spike’s, “Do you smell something-?” and Buffy’s eyes widening as she leapt off the bed to pull the blinds.
“You okay?” she asked, worried.
Spike dusted himself off, glancing at all body parts to make sure they were still in order. “Yeah. Yeah, I think… yeah.” He nodded as though to reassure himself then looked up at her. “So, what do we do now?” he asked, with a pointed glance out the closed, sunlit window.
Already, from downstairs, Buffy could hear her mom in the kitchen making breakfast. For a second, she thought she could hear another, younger, voice in there complaining about the lack of milk to put in her cereal. Joyce was placating the twelve year old whining. Buffy shook her head to clear it.
“How did it get to dawn already?” she said at an utter loss.
“I can’t go back to them, even without the sunlight,” Spike said. “Not without a plan. I want revenge.”
“A plan? Revenge?” Buffy asked.
“Well, yeah. You don’t just go into evil’s lair without a plan. What kind of slayer are you anyway?” he asked.
Buffy opened her mouth, and quickly closed it again at the insult. “You’re evil,” she said softly, “And I’m a good slayer.” Quieter, “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”
“Oh, bit,” Spike said, coming closer to her to take it back, almost enveloping her in his arms before realising what he was doing. Buffy wasn’t fighting him. He was in confusion. “What is this?”
Buffy looked up at him, her lips parting. “I, I was... I wasn't thinking,” she said.
Spike stepped a little towards her, lowering his head and deliberately standing within her personal space, before asking lower, a second time. “What ... is this? Is this a date?” Certainly made sense, on one level at least - the almost hug between them; the want of his to kiss those parted lips…
“A d-,” Buffy lost all of her breath. What would Giles say? Xander would hate her! And Willow’s eyes… Buffy didn't think she could face all of that. “Please! I’m still with Angel… well, at least… A date? I mean - Do you want it to be?”
Spike sucked in all of his non-breath. “Well, that would be the question, wouldn’t it?” he said softly.
“Well, you can’t go anywhere,” Buffy said, nervously stepping away from him and tucking her hair behind her ears. “Certainly not in all this daylight. And when this happened to Angel earlier last year, I… he…”
Spike grabbed her now, before she could babble her way into deeper water. Forcing her to look at him, he said to her, “Sweetheart, I ain’t no Angel.”
A little breath, then, “I know that.”
“Buffy? Are you awake? Breakfast’s ready,” came Joyce’s voice from downstairs.
“I… I have to go now,” Buffy said, her feet not moving.
“Yeah, otherwise mommy-dearest will come up here looking for you.”
The thought hadn’t even struck her. “If she comes up, you’ll hide in the closet?”
He was about to tell her how no vampire in his right mind would hide in any closets. He bet, spitefully, that Angel had done it.
“Yeah, bit, I’ll hide in the closet like a good little boy-pire.”
Buffy nodded and seemed to take his sarcasm well as agreement. “Okay then…” She paused near her door. “You’ll be here when I get back?” she asked.
“Got nowhere else to be.”
Buffy took a breath, leapt to peck him nervously on the lips, then disappeared downstairs.
600 words for joss100's Dawn challenge.
I hope nobody minded my spoiler filled role reversal in this little bit. Please choose from the following choices:
1. Joyce wanders upstairs when Spike is in the toilet.
2. A very confused Buffy talks to Willow.
3. Angelus appears at Buffy's house and finds Spike.
“You okay?” she asked, worried.
Spike dusted himself off, glancing at all body parts to make sure they were still in order. “Yeah. Yeah, I think… yeah.” He nodded as though to reassure himself then looked up at her. “So, what do we do now?” he asked, with a pointed glance out the closed, sunlit window.
Already, from downstairs, Buffy could hear her mom in the kitchen making breakfast. For a second, she thought she could hear another, younger, voice in there complaining about the lack of milk to put in her cereal. Joyce was placating the twelve year old whining. Buffy shook her head to clear it.
“How did it get to dawn already?” she said at an utter loss.
“I can’t go back to them, even without the sunlight,” Spike said. “Not without a plan. I want revenge.”
“A plan? Revenge?” Buffy asked.
“Well, yeah. You don’t just go into evil’s lair without a plan. What kind of slayer are you anyway?” he asked.
Buffy opened her mouth, and quickly closed it again at the insult. “You’re evil,” she said softly, “And I’m a good slayer.” Quieter, “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”
“Oh, bit,” Spike said, coming closer to her to take it back, almost enveloping her in his arms before realising what he was doing. Buffy wasn’t fighting him. He was in confusion. “What is this?”
Buffy looked up at him, her lips parting. “I, I was... I wasn't thinking,” she said.
Spike stepped a little towards her, lowering his head and deliberately standing within her personal space, before asking lower, a second time. “What ... is this? Is this a date?” Certainly made sense, on one level at least - the almost hug between them; the want of his to kiss those parted lips…
“A d-,” Buffy lost all of her breath. What would Giles say? Xander would hate her! And Willow’s eyes… Buffy didn't think she could face all of that. “Please! I’m still with Angel… well, at least… A date? I mean - Do you want it to be?”
Spike sucked in all of his non-breath. “Well, that would be the question, wouldn’t it?” he said softly.
“Well, you can’t go anywhere,” Buffy said, nervously stepping away from him and tucking her hair behind her ears. “Certainly not in all this daylight. And when this happened to Angel earlier last year, I… he…”
Spike grabbed her now, before she could babble her way into deeper water. Forcing her to look at him, he said to her, “Sweetheart, I ain’t no Angel.”
A little breath, then, “I know that.”
“Buffy? Are you awake? Breakfast’s ready,” came Joyce’s voice from downstairs.
“I… I have to go now,” Buffy said, her feet not moving.
“Yeah, otherwise mommy-dearest will come up here looking for you.”
The thought hadn’t even struck her. “If she comes up, you’ll hide in the closet?”
He was about to tell her how no vampire in his right mind would hide in any closets. He bet, spitefully, that Angel had done it.
“Yeah, bit, I’ll hide in the closet like a good little boy-pire.”
Buffy nodded and seemed to take his sarcasm well as agreement. “Okay then…” She paused near her door. “You’ll be here when I get back?” she asked.
“Got nowhere else to be.”
Buffy took a breath, leapt to peck him nervously on the lips, then disappeared downstairs.
600 words for joss100's Dawn challenge.
I hope nobody minded my spoiler filled role reversal in this little bit. Please choose from the following choices:
1. Joyce wanders upstairs when Spike is in the toilet.
2. A very confused Buffy talks to Willow.
3. Angelus appears at Buffy's house and finds Spike.