Prompt: The Scary Sky Skeleton (comedy)
Title: More Fun Than At First Appearances
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: PG-13
Setting: AU A5 - Buffy has somehow found out that Spike's alive and comes to LA. They've reconciled, but Spike's still a ghost.
Summary/Prompt: The Scary Sky Skeleton (comedy)
"I guess there's been at least one good thing to come out of this incorporeal mumbo jumbo," Spike said. They were lying side by side on Buffy's bed, facing each other. Or, well, Buffy was lying on the bed. Spike was hovering in more or less the right position.
"Yeah? What's that?" Buffy's smile was gentle and warm and all the things he'd always longed for her to look at him with, but he hated the tinge of sadness that muddied everything up.
"We've never talked so much in our lives." Buffy snorted, and he smiled with her. "Love listening to you tell me what's going on in that crazy brain of yours. Never get tired of it."
"I just wish I could touch you," Buffy sighed. "I love talking to you, too, but this is all a little..." she bit her lip. "Frustrating."
Spike grinned, waggling an eyebrow at her playfully. "Frustrating how? Somewhere special you wanted to touch, pet?"
She went to shove him in the chest, and of course her hand went right through.
"Urgh!" she cried in frustration, flopping onto her back. "I can't hit you, I can't kiss you, I can't..." She sighed again. "Can't love you. Not the way I want to."
"Well," Spike said thoughtfully, "maybe we could put all this talking to better use."
Buffy looked at him, eyes already darkening with intent. "What did you have in mind?"
Spike took a long, leisurely look up and down her body. "Take your clothes off and I'll show you."
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: PG-13
Setting: AU A5 - Buffy has somehow found out that Spike's alive and comes to LA. They've reconciled, but Spike's still a ghost.
Summary/Prompt: The Scary Sky Skeleton (comedy)
"I guess there's been at least one good thing to come out of this incorporeal mumbo jumbo," Spike said. They were lying side by side on Buffy's bed, facing each other. Or, well, Buffy was lying on the bed. Spike was hovering in more or less the right position.
"Yeah? What's that?" Buffy's smile was gentle and warm and all the things he'd always longed for her to look at him with, but he hated the tinge of sadness that muddied everything up.
"We've never talked so much in our lives." Buffy snorted, and he smiled with her. "Love listening to you tell me what's going on in that crazy brain of yours. Never get tired of it."
"I just wish I could touch you," Buffy sighed. "I love talking to you, too, but this is all a little..." she bit her lip. "Frustrating."
Spike grinned, waggling an eyebrow at her playfully. "Frustrating how? Somewhere special you wanted to touch, pet?"
She went to shove him in the chest, and of course her hand went right through.
"Urgh!" she cried in frustration, flopping onto her back. "I can't hit you, I can't kiss you, I can't..." She sighed again. "Can't love you. Not the way I want to."
"Well," Spike said thoughtfully, "maybe we could put all this talking to better use."
Buffy looked at him, eyes already darkening with intent. "What did you have in mind?"
Spike took a long, leisurely look up and down her body. "Take your clothes off and I'll show you."