Continued from here.Not only was that just what Spike wants to hear, it was said in such a way that made his chest tighten, made him want to pull Xander hard against him and not let go. "Let's go, then," he whispers, not trusting his voice to be steady at any louder volume ( Read more... )

Most nights, by now Spike would be settled in his cave, letting the fire he lit most nights die slowly and having one last smoke before bed. But tonight he was wide awake, the fire unlit, standing at the mouth of the cave and looking out into the nearby trees as he smoked and thought ( Read more... )

Spike quite liked his cave. It was sort of like his crypt back home, all cold stone, and because of that it stayed cool most days. Course, on days like today that was less of a selling point, but it was out of the elements, and with a little preparation weathering the cold in it wasn't so terrible either, as he'd long ago discovered. So when the ( Read more... )

Spike leant against the tree, smoking his fifth or sixth consecutive cigarette and watching the door of Xander's hut as the brightness of the day faded toward dusk. He was starting to learn Xander's routine, but he hadn't been at this long enough to be able to account for every minute--yet ( Read more... )

Spike had given Xander all of a day's warning. "Tomorrow," he'd warned him at breakfast the day before, "you're mine." The answering squeak followed by Xander choking on whatever he'd just taken a bite of was plenty rewarding in and of itself, without today to look forward to ( Read more... )

Spike hadn't seen Xander since that damned bunny episode. It was probably good for Xander that he hadn't, but the little Slayerette couldn't hide from him forever. And when he found him, he'd...well. He wasn't sure just what he would do, but he'd make Harris pay. Somehow ( Read more... )