Prompt: Scoo-Be or Not Scoo-Be? (AU)
Title: The Crystal Ball Is Not Your Friend, pt 5
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: PG-13
Setting: B2, shortly after School Hard
Summary/Prompt: Scoo-Be or Not Scoo-Be? (AU) - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
He was half-way across town, the slayer still hot on his heels, when he realized he wasn't going to be able to shake her, so he spent another minute or two finding somewhere safe to leave his bounty -- the local cemeteries were stuffed full to bursting with crypts and mausoleums, it seemed, so he found a nice tall one and put the pint of Death by Chocolate on its roof -- before turning to await the slayer's arrival.
"Spike," she growled, when she caught him, "finally decided to fight, huh?"
Spike tongued his teeth and made a point of watching her tits as she heaved for breath. "How could I resist such a... tasty invitation."
"Ugh, you're a pig!" she scowled, swiping a strand of golden hair out of her face, but even so, he noticed her flushing at his words. Oh yeah, this one was going to be fun.
"Think you can take me without back up this time, kitten?"
Her eyes flashed heat that went straight to his groin. "Spike, I can take you any time, any how, now stop stalling and fight."
Her attack was fast and strong but a little lacking in skill, to his mind. His research had shown she'd been called just over a year ago, but who knew what the watchers were teaching their girls these days? No, she wasn't at her peak, this Buffy Summers, but she was inventive.
"You know, pet," he said, parrying her attack with a broken off tree branch, "you've got a lot of potential as a slayer. Lots of vim and," he caught her leg before she could land a kick, and looked up her skirt, "vigor." Black lace, oh yeah. "Pity you're never going to live up to it."
He threw her back and she rolled easily to her feet. "There's only one of us here not living," she said. "I'll give you a hint, it's not me."
This time, her punch connected and he went stumbling back, momentarily dazed, before she was launching herself at him again. They wrestled around on the ground for a while, Spike trying and failing to pin her so he could finish it. She'd dropped her stake some time ago, and the tree branch shortly after, but she was somehow wriggling out of his holds like an eel, which was doing wonders for his hard on but the exact opposite of wonders for his itching fangs. Then she head butted him. Hard.
They both sat back, thoroughly dazed, and that was how the little witch found them.
"Oh my god, Buffy!" she yelped. "Are you okay?" And Spike was just trying to crawl off to a safe distance because the little ring of birdies doing laps around his head probably meant he wasn't in the best shape to take them both on, when she turned to him and added, "Whoa whoa whoa, you stop right there, buddy," and apparently that signalled some new way of spellcasting, because he found he couldn't move.
Chapter 6
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: PG-13
Setting: B2, shortly after School Hard
Summary/Prompt: Scoo-Be or Not Scoo-Be? (AU) - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
He was half-way across town, the slayer still hot on his heels, when he realized he wasn't going to be able to shake her, so he spent another minute or two finding somewhere safe to leave his bounty -- the local cemeteries were stuffed full to bursting with crypts and mausoleums, it seemed, so he found a nice tall one and put the pint of Death by Chocolate on its roof -- before turning to await the slayer's arrival.
"Spike," she growled, when she caught him, "finally decided to fight, huh?"
Spike tongued his teeth and made a point of watching her tits as she heaved for breath. "How could I resist such a... tasty invitation."
"Ugh, you're a pig!" she scowled, swiping a strand of golden hair out of her face, but even so, he noticed her flushing at his words. Oh yeah, this one was going to be fun.
"Think you can take me without back up this time, kitten?"
Her eyes flashed heat that went straight to his groin. "Spike, I can take you any time, any how, now stop stalling and fight."
Her attack was fast and strong but a little lacking in skill, to his mind. His research had shown she'd been called just over a year ago, but who knew what the watchers were teaching their girls these days? No, she wasn't at her peak, this Buffy Summers, but she was inventive.
"You know, pet," he said, parrying her attack with a broken off tree branch, "you've got a lot of potential as a slayer. Lots of vim and," he caught her leg before she could land a kick, and looked up her skirt, "vigor." Black lace, oh yeah. "Pity you're never going to live up to it."
He threw her back and she rolled easily to her feet. "There's only one of us here not living," she said. "I'll give you a hint, it's not me."
This time, her punch connected and he went stumbling back, momentarily dazed, before she was launching herself at him again. They wrestled around on the ground for a while, Spike trying and failing to pin her so he could finish it. She'd dropped her stake some time ago, and the tree branch shortly after, but she was somehow wriggling out of his holds like an eel, which was doing wonders for his hard on but the exact opposite of wonders for his itching fangs. Then she head butted him. Hard.
They both sat back, thoroughly dazed, and that was how the little witch found them.
"Oh my god, Buffy!" she yelped. "Are you okay?" And Spike was just trying to crawl off to a safe distance because the little ring of birdies doing laps around his head probably meant he wasn't in the best shape to take them both on, when she turned to him and added, "Whoa whoa whoa, you stop right there, buddy," and apparently that signalled some new way of spellcasting, because he found he couldn't move.
Chapter 6