Fics: Inconvenient and Three Years, Three Truths - Buffy/Spike
I don't really like these but since it's a Valentine's Day challenge I'm writing all 10 for, I made myself write a couple for the 14th. Apparently forcing my muse is not good but oh well.
Title: Inconvenient
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Spike;
Rating: G
Word count: 500
Summary: First Date. Buffy decides to add a little something to her admission. Or not so little.
Disclaimer: Own? I own nothing!
“Because I’m not ready for you to not be here.”
His eyes widened just the tiniest bit and just for a second but she knew him too well. And that brief look told her the words he had been keeping from her. And she was damn glad about it too.
Spike had been a lot of things over the years but silent had never been one of them. And even though she would deny it to her third death, it was one of those strangely comforting things about him. His words might hurt (more than she liked to admit), strip down all her carefully build barriers (almost as if they were on his side, not the most loyal bunch, her walls) and see through all her perfected fake smiles (she knew they were perfect and so did her mirror so maybe it was a vampire thing… probably it was a Spike thing) but she could count on them to speak the truth. Until he came back, soul included.
He wasn’t dishonest, he just kept the words carefully locked away. She knew he had a right to, for his own good. Hell, he was probably doing it for her own good but at times she just wanted to sneak in while his guard was down, break the lock and let all the truths he was sparing both of them pour out. Because with him like this, keeping himself from her, she felt like she only had half the picture of them. And she wanted the whole damn thing!
So she started hunting for signs. Something she had never done around Spike before (though she was sure he had constantly done it around her). And now she saw he doubted her. He was shocked by the fact that she needed him. She was pretty sure his brain didn’t even dare to take the words for what they were. She had taught them both how to twist the truth around when it didn’t suit them. Trouble was she knew he would like the truth this time, if he could only see it. Which he apparently couldn’t. Figures. Stupid vampire never made anything easy for her. Inconvenient, thy name is Spike.
Well, she would just have to spell it out nice and slow.
“I need you here.” Buffy looked him in the eyes. “I need you to stay. More importantly, I want you to stay. I-“
Her eyes widened and quickly shifted to her hands. She had almost said it. Only it wasn’t right. She couldn’t just spill out something like that and expect him to expect nothing. Not that she didn’t want something. She did. She wanted a lot but now wasn’t the time for any of it. There would be time. She hoped. A time when she would be ready to finish that sentence.
She looked back up. For now they needed to be warriors, heroes. She let a small smile grace her lips. At least that she knew they could do.
Title: Three Years, Three Truths
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Spike;
Rating: G
Word count: 500
Summary: Post-NFA. For once Buffy is the one who's waiting to hear the words.
Disclaimer: Own? I own nothing!
A year after the big showdown in LA (and she was so not over stupid sacred-calling-stealing vampires letting her find out about apocalypses in the last minute) things were what they seemed to call ‘normal’. Angel was off in some different dimension on a mission that he made sound way more important than it was (and really, if you’re not taking on a hell god or a whole army, why are we even mentioning it?). Spike was currently working for the Council and was off in Spain (and didn’t he used to hate Watchers and institutions and pretty much everyone that tried to tell him what to do?). And she herself, the oldest Slayer in history, was stuck in her small apartment in London, in the middle of what she was convinced was a monsoon season but Gils claimed was just normal English weather, pretending that she wasn’t waiting for the phone to ring. The way she jumped in the air once it did kinda shot her façade in the face though. It wasn’t him, it was Andrew. But he said Spike needed some back-up and asked if she was available. Her current biggest mission was to make sure she didn’t forget to buy milk again but she could pretend that she wouldn’t have dropped anything and everything even if the situation was different.
He needed her.
Two years after the big showdown in LA (which she still wasn’t over but being mad after so long made you look petty so she pretended she was) things were looking (dare she say it out loud?) good. Almost everybody seemed to be gathering in London after being spilled all over the globe for so long. The party was big and she had never danced so much in her life. She danced with Faith (calling them friends might be pushing it but Buffy though she’d risk it), with Willow (did all best friends talk to each other once a year?), with Dawn (grown up looked good on her), with Xander (and wasn’t it a relief that he was still Xander?). And with Spike. He said almost nothing and touched even less but desire was not something you just chased away into a dark corner.
He wanted her.
Three years after the big showdown in LA (which she couldn’t exactly remember why she had been so mad about) things were finally falling into place. If only someone had told her sooner that all she needed to do was go patrolling.
“Yeah, well, that might be ‘cause I’m in love with you, you daft bint!”
She didn’t even remember what she had said to get the words out of him. But she remembered freezing in the middle of the cemetery with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. And him looking confused and then saying something about her knowing that. She hadn’t! She had thought… Well, she had thought a lot of things but they all seemed kind of stupid now.
He loved her.
Title: Inconvenient
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Spike;
Rating: G
Word count: 500
Summary: First Date. Buffy decides to add a little something to her admission. Or not so little.
Disclaimer: Own? I own nothing!
“Because I’m not ready for you to not be here.”
His eyes widened just the tiniest bit and just for a second but she knew him too well. And that brief look told her the words he had been keeping from her. And she was damn glad about it too.
Spike had been a lot of things over the years but silent had never been one of them. And even though she would deny it to her third death, it was one of those strangely comforting things about him. His words might hurt (more than she liked to admit), strip down all her carefully build barriers (almost as if they were on his side, not the most loyal bunch, her walls) and see through all her perfected fake smiles (she knew they were perfect and so did her mirror so maybe it was a vampire thing… probably it was a Spike thing) but she could count on them to speak the truth. Until he came back, soul included.
He wasn’t dishonest, he just kept the words carefully locked away. She knew he had a right to, for his own good. Hell, he was probably doing it for her own good but at times she just wanted to sneak in while his guard was down, break the lock and let all the truths he was sparing both of them pour out. Because with him like this, keeping himself from her, she felt like she only had half the picture of them. And she wanted the whole damn thing!
So she started hunting for signs. Something she had never done around Spike before (though she was sure he had constantly done it around her). And now she saw he doubted her. He was shocked by the fact that she needed him. She was pretty sure his brain didn’t even dare to take the words for what they were. She had taught them both how to twist the truth around when it didn’t suit them. Trouble was she knew he would like the truth this time, if he could only see it. Which he apparently couldn’t. Figures. Stupid vampire never made anything easy for her. Inconvenient, thy name is Spike.
Well, she would just have to spell it out nice and slow.
“I need you here.” Buffy looked him in the eyes. “I need you to stay. More importantly, I want you to stay. I-“
Her eyes widened and quickly shifted to her hands. She had almost said it. Only it wasn’t right. She couldn’t just spill out something like that and expect him to expect nothing. Not that she didn’t want something. She did. She wanted a lot but now wasn’t the time for any of it. There would be time. She hoped. A time when she would be ready to finish that sentence.
She looked back up. For now they needed to be warriors, heroes. She let a small smile grace her lips. At least that she knew they could do.
Title: Three Years, Three Truths
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Spike;
Rating: G
Word count: 500
Summary: Post-NFA. For once Buffy is the one who's waiting to hear the words.
Disclaimer: Own? I own nothing!
A year after the big showdown in LA (and she was so not over stupid sacred-calling-stealing vampires letting her find out about apocalypses in the last minute) things were what they seemed to call ‘normal’. Angel was off in some different dimension on a mission that he made sound way more important than it was (and really, if you’re not taking on a hell god or a whole army, why are we even mentioning it?). Spike was currently working for the Council and was off in Spain (and didn’t he used to hate Watchers and institutions and pretty much everyone that tried to tell him what to do?). And she herself, the oldest Slayer in history, was stuck in her small apartment in London, in the middle of what she was convinced was a monsoon season but Gils claimed was just normal English weather, pretending that she wasn’t waiting for the phone to ring. The way she jumped in the air once it did kinda shot her façade in the face though. It wasn’t him, it was Andrew. But he said Spike needed some back-up and asked if she was available. Her current biggest mission was to make sure she didn’t forget to buy milk again but she could pretend that she wouldn’t have dropped anything and everything even if the situation was different.
He needed her.
Two years after the big showdown in LA (which she still wasn’t over but being mad after so long made you look petty so she pretended she was) things were looking (dare she say it out loud?) good. Almost everybody seemed to be gathering in London after being spilled all over the globe for so long. The party was big and she had never danced so much in her life. She danced with Faith (calling them friends might be pushing it but Buffy though she’d risk it), with Willow (did all best friends talk to each other once a year?), with Dawn (grown up looked good on her), with Xander (and wasn’t it a relief that he was still Xander?). And with Spike. He said almost nothing and touched even less but desire was not something you just chased away into a dark corner.
He wanted her.
Three years after the big showdown in LA (which she couldn’t exactly remember why she had been so mad about) things were finally falling into place. If only someone had told her sooner that all she needed to do was go patrolling.
“Yeah, well, that might be ‘cause I’m in love with you, you daft bint!”
She didn’t even remember what she had said to get the words out of him. But she remembered freezing in the middle of the cemetery with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. And him looking confused and then saying something about her knowing that. She hadn’t! She had thought… Well, she had thought a lot of things but they all seemed kind of stupid now.
He loved her.