Drabble: Evil, Spike/Tara PG-13
Title: Evil
Author: maryfic
Disclaimer: I wish Spike was mine. Tara, too.
Feedback: Always
Rating/Pairing: PG-13, Spike/Tara. Yeah, that's right.
Word Count: 310
A/N: Part of the Thanksgiving Drabble Challenge.
He liked kitten poker, he told her, the first night he came, when all the Scoobies were busy, and they, the outsiders, were left to their own devices.
When he started stroking Miss Kitty in a proprietary way, her stomach fluttered and she’d protested. Miss Kitty was too good for poker. And what if he lost her to some nefarious demon?
She’d actually used that word. Nefarious.
The second night he came, she and Willow had fought. She was upset. When he offered a half-full flask, there was only enough hesitation for Miss Kitty to spring across the dorm room. Then she was drinking, and coughing, her blond hair shaking like a beaded curtain.
He took the flask away after that, and asked her questions. About magic and what she liked. But not about Buffy or Willow, just her. The attention was unnerving, but it warmed her like the alcohol had.
Then it had been a month of visits, and she eagerly opened the door to him, having some tidbit or another to tell him of her day. The mini-fridge was new, as was the blood inside of it. A very good species, the strange little bar man had said.
Procuring blood for vampires that wasn’t animal in nature, did that make her evil, she wondered. Or was it the fact that she liked the solid feeling of him against her as they sat side by side on her bed, a book open between them?
“You can take her.”
No. It was the fact that she had given Miss Kitty up for poker two nights ago that truly made her evil.
A brush of fur against her ankle surprised her.
“I’m not that evil, luv.”
Relieved, sagging against him, until - “But I am this evil.”
His mouth on hers was smooth and insistent. Yes. This was evil. Her chosen evil.
END
Author: maryfic
Disclaimer: I wish Spike was mine. Tara, too.
Feedback: Always
Rating/Pairing: PG-13, Spike/Tara. Yeah, that's right.
Word Count: 310
A/N: Part of the Thanksgiving Drabble Challenge.
He liked kitten poker, he told her, the first night he came, when all the Scoobies were busy, and they, the outsiders, were left to their own devices.
When he started stroking Miss Kitty in a proprietary way, her stomach fluttered and she’d protested. Miss Kitty was too good for poker. And what if he lost her to some nefarious demon?
She’d actually used that word. Nefarious.
The second night he came, she and Willow had fought. She was upset. When he offered a half-full flask, there was only enough hesitation for Miss Kitty to spring across the dorm room. Then she was drinking, and coughing, her blond hair shaking like a beaded curtain.
He took the flask away after that, and asked her questions. About magic and what she liked. But not about Buffy or Willow, just her. The attention was unnerving, but it warmed her like the alcohol had.
Then it had been a month of visits, and she eagerly opened the door to him, having some tidbit or another to tell him of her day. The mini-fridge was new, as was the blood inside of it. A very good species, the strange little bar man had said.
Procuring blood for vampires that wasn’t animal in nature, did that make her evil, she wondered. Or was it the fact that she liked the solid feeling of him against her as they sat side by side on her bed, a book open between them?
“You can take her.”
No. It was the fact that she had given Miss Kitty up for poker two nights ago that truly made her evil.
A brush of fur against her ankle surprised her.
“I’m not that evil, luv.”
Relieved, sagging against him, until - “But I am this evil.”
His mouth on hers was smooth and insistent. Yes. This was evil. Her chosen evil.
END