Sleeping Beauty, chapter two
Fandom: Buffyverse
Pairing: Spike/Faith/Cordelia
Rating: R
Summary: This is a sequel to Lost and Found, though I suppose you could read it without having read that. The relationship between Faith and Cordelia is settling in nicely, but something seems... off. And Faith seems to know more than she's letting on. *queue drama* However will they handle it?
Disclaimer: Fire bad, tree good.
Previous chapter.
“Spike, you can’t honestly tell me that’s a strategy!” Cordelia was getting angrier by the minute.
They’d been going over possible strategies to clean out the demon lair for hours now, and they had been coming up empty all the way.
“Wha’? You just barge in there an’ start choppin’ heads of. Sounds fine t’ me.” He looked at the rest of the table. “Not like you lot’ve been comin’ up with better ideas.”
Gunn sighed heavily. “I think we need a break. We’re getting nowhere like this.”
“I agree. I suggest we meet again tomorrow.” Wesley started gathering up his things.
As they were exiting the room, Spike bumped into Cordelia, sending her notes flying. “Ow bloody hell,” he said, picking them up. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
Cordelia snatched the sheets from him. “Yeah, whatever.”
“What? No ‘thank you’?”
“Thanks, Spike, okay?”
“Yeah sure, cause that sounded like you meant it.” Spike leant up against the wall, blocking her path. He was close enough for her to smell him.
“Just…”
“Yeah yeah, keep movin’, princess.”
She raised her eyebrow and brushed past him. Trying deliriously hard not to think of how good he smelled.
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“Hello puppet.”
“Oh hey gorgeous,” Faith gave Spike a cheeky smile. “What brings you to my humble training zone?”
“Angel can’t make it, he’s tied up in meetings all day.”
Faith grinned widely. “Well then, allow me to kick your butt.”
“Gladly.”
Spike took off his jacket, shirt and boots. The shirt revealed his many battle scars. And, as Faith couldn’t help but notice, his great abs and muscular build.
She focused on the training at hand, going through the routine Angel had been drilling into her brain for months. Spike played a dirtier game than Angel however, and she found herself cornered by him more than once.
The third time she got pinned to the wall, instead of backing off immediately, he stayed put for a while. She could’ve sworn he was smelling her hair. She grinned, but put on a straight face when the vampire stepped back. Then, she took advantage of his confusion and knocked him to the floor.
He didn’t get up, just stared at her. “Something wrong, Spike?”
“No, no. Nothin’ at all.” Then he quickly got up and left.
Chapter three.
Pairing: Spike/Faith/Cordelia
Rating: R
Summary: This is a sequel to Lost and Found, though I suppose you could read it without having read that. The relationship between Faith and Cordelia is settling in nicely, but something seems... off. And Faith seems to know more than she's letting on. *queue drama* However will they handle it?
Disclaimer: Fire bad, tree good.
Previous chapter.
“Spike, you can’t honestly tell me that’s a strategy!” Cordelia was getting angrier by the minute.
They’d been going over possible strategies to clean out the demon lair for hours now, and they had been coming up empty all the way.
“Wha’? You just barge in there an’ start choppin’ heads of. Sounds fine t’ me.” He looked at the rest of the table. “Not like you lot’ve been comin’ up with better ideas.”
Gunn sighed heavily. “I think we need a break. We’re getting nowhere like this.”
“I agree. I suggest we meet again tomorrow.” Wesley started gathering up his things.
As they were exiting the room, Spike bumped into Cordelia, sending her notes flying. “Ow bloody hell,” he said, picking them up. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
Cordelia snatched the sheets from him. “Yeah, whatever.”
“What? No ‘thank you’?”
“Thanks, Spike, okay?”
“Yeah sure, cause that sounded like you meant it.” Spike leant up against the wall, blocking her path. He was close enough for her to smell him.
“Just…”
“Yeah yeah, keep movin’, princess.”
She raised her eyebrow and brushed past him. Trying deliriously hard not to think of how good he smelled.
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“Hello puppet.”
“Oh hey gorgeous,” Faith gave Spike a cheeky smile. “What brings you to my humble training zone?”
“Angel can’t make it, he’s tied up in meetings all day.”
Faith grinned widely. “Well then, allow me to kick your butt.”
“Gladly.”
Spike took off his jacket, shirt and boots. The shirt revealed his many battle scars. And, as Faith couldn’t help but notice, his great abs and muscular build.
She focused on the training at hand, going through the routine Angel had been drilling into her brain for months. Spike played a dirtier game than Angel however, and she found herself cornered by him more than once.
The third time she got pinned to the wall, instead of backing off immediately, he stayed put for a while. She could’ve sworn he was smelling her hair. She grinned, but put on a straight face when the vampire stepped back. Then, she took advantage of his confusion and knocked him to the floor.
He didn’t get up, just stared at her. “Something wrong, Spike?”
“No, no. Nothin’ at all.” Then he quickly got up and left.
Chapter three.