Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's hearts
Characters: Spike and Buffy, closed. Also, finished.
Location: Casa Del Scooby
Planet: Coruscant
When: A few hours before weekchange.
What: Spike confesses his love in song. ...again.
Rating: PG, nothing dirty here.
[ Spike is in the kitchen, microwaving a mug of blood, much as he often does. He pokes his head into the other room. ]
Want anything, pet?
[ Buffy is chilling across the room on the couch, skimming something on her datapad and chewing on a straw that is not attached to anything. ] Hard copies of all the episodes of Veronica Mars that I’ve missed. Peace on Coruscant. Good will towards men and … [ She glances in his direction, shrugging. ] Man-like things. Food-wise? Nothing.
[ He smirks at her answer and vanishes back into the kitchen as the microwave beeps. ] I appreciate being included in all the good will.
Who says I was talking about you? [ There’s an eyebrow raise and she just looks back to her datapad. ]
As opposed to all the other man-like things you know? [ Buffy. He rolled his eyes a little as he took a sip from his mug. He wandered back into the living room and looked over at her. In the corner, a cleaning droid started playing the first few chords of a song. It wasn’t loud enough to be obtrusive, but it was there.
She gives a shrug at that, nonchalant and dismissal. ] What, are you stalking my friends now? I could know plenty. Truckloads. Planets full of man-like things.
[ He opens his mouth to disagree, but what comes out isn't return banter. It’s... singing. Spike’s self-aware enough to look slightly horrified, but he can’t stop himself. ] Buffy Summers, you're driving me mad tonight. [ He puts down his mug and starts walking towards her slowly. ] Buffy Summers, no really, it's every night. [ He stops right in front of her. ] Buffy Summers, I’m trying to keep things right with you.
[ Her eyes narrow on her datapad as he starts to sing and as he comes to a stop in front of her, she slowly raises her gaze, none-too-happy about the song and dance number going on here. She gets to her feet, leaving the datapad on the couch, and cautiously moves around it to keep it … safely between them. Because she’s starting to think she needs an adult.
This definitely could be time for an adult to intervene. Sadly, Spike’s the oldest person around, and he doesn’t count. At this point, the music’s overtaken him enough that he’s entirely invested in the song, the initial disgust at his singing gone. ] I know you didn’t mean what you said, [ He puts a hand on the top of the couch and springs over it so that he’s in front of Buffy again. Her reaction is to back up promptly and try to keep distance between them, because after Anya and Giles, she’s taking zero chances with this holiday fever. Spike, singing, close quarters, God why didn’t she let him go when he offered? ] But I can never get you out of my head.
[ She doesn’t get the distance she wants before he takes her hands, holding them up between the two of them.] What’s our future? Does it matter, my love? [ He drops her hands hurriedly and turns around, walking back around to the front of the couch while he sings the next line. ] Buffy Summers, Buffy Buffy Buffy Summers!
[ With him all walk away guy now, she’s comfortable enough to lean her hands back against the breakfast bar stool and roll her eyes at his singing, jaw clenched. His walk away guy routine doesn’t last long, though. He rounds the other side of the couch and slides in behind her, the stool still between them. She tenses and glances to the side, breath short, caught off guard by the sudden personal space re-invasion. ] You know I’ll stand by you to the end. And I’m trying hard to just be your friend.
[ He leans forward, his head next to hers, almost as if he’s whispering in her ear. ] But all this fighting, [ He brushes his hands lightly up her arms, more intimate than he’d dare be outside the realm of random magical music. The gesture warrants a sharp inhalation from her, anxious and heavy, as her shoulders hunch and tighten instinctively. ] it's so exciting, Slayer! [ Her reaction is quickly subdued as he drops his hands away entirely and moves around to face her, though this time there’s a nice, healthy distance between them. Instead, she just looks narrow-eyed and frustrated with him.
Her look doesn’t stop him, though once the music stops, he’ll regret it. He takes her hands again and spins her in close. ] I love you, [ She stumbles closer to him just in time for him to spin her back out. Hello, whiplash. ] you don’t love me, [ He drops her hands. ] And that's the way it'll always be. [ He starts backing away from her slowly. ]
I know why we’re apart, [ He drops to his knees. She bites down on the inside of her cheek, glancing away from him to try and resist addressing the things he’s singing. ] But all this space between us just keeps on breaking my heart! [ He slams a hand over his chest, looking up at her with an expression of raw, painful emotion. The suddenness of the gesture causes her to jump and she steps back, then turns to head back towards her bedroom to escape this songifying craziness.
It can’t be that easy, of course, though Spike would honestly like her to leave as well. She doesn’t need or want to hear any of it, and he doesn’t want to share. It’d be a nice solution. So why he moves to appear in front of her with that mysterious vampire speed instead of letting her go like a sane person is as confusing to him as it must be to her, which makes her jump to a stop, surprised by the suddenness. At least there’s nothing new this time. But his tone is quieter, more subdued this time, instead of loud and overdramatic. ]
I know you didn’t mean what you said. [ He intertwines his fingers with hers, like they did when she said those three words that meant nothing and everything all at once. Not that she knows what she’s supposed to have not meant, of course. She gives him a bewildered look and then glances down at their joined hands. ] But I can never get you out of my head. [ He presses her hand to his chest, making her grow more disgruntled about it. ] What’s our future? Does it matter, my love, [ Reluctantly, he drops her hands, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he just watches her with a small, bemused smile. ] Buffy Summers, Buffy Buffy Buffy Summers!
[ She’s not smiling. In fact, she’s the opposite of smiling. She jerks her hand back as he releases it and shoves past him, trying to continue her pursuit of not being around him while he’s like this.
He doesn’t follow her this time. Though he does turn to watch her as she moves away, still singing.] You know I’ll stand by you to the end, and I’m trying hard to just be your friend. [ He reaches a hand out towards her, smiling sharply, but he still doesn’t move to stop her. ] But all this fighting, it's so exciting, Slayer!
[ She stops, but doesn’t turn to face him, letting out an annoyed huff. How is it that walking away isn’t putting a cork in this? She hesitates, then finally decides on the best way to put them both out of his misery. So, she turns around and steps closer again, closing the distance and clocking him one. It’s been a failsafe with Spike so far, ok.
Unfortunately, in this situation, it... doesn’t work. Spike looks up at her and keeps singing, standing as he goes. ]Yeah, yeah, yeah. [ At least it puts something of a dampener on the touching and spinning and such. He just looks at her this time, hands down by his side. ] I love you, you don’t love me, and that's the way it'll always be. [ He looks away from her, like he’d like to shut himself in his room and ignore this mess as well. ] I know why we’re apart, but all this space between us just keeps on breaking my heart! [ He finally throws his hands up and walks back over to the table he’d been at when he started singing.
Welcome to mixed signals Buffy o’clock. She stalks after him, because he can’t just throw that out and then walk away and -- She grabs his arm, but she’s not sure where she was going to go with stopping him. So she just stands there, looking indignant and stubborn. It’s what she’s best at.
He turns when she touches him, looking sad. His voice is quiet again, and he touches her face tenderly. ] Buffy Summers, you’re driving me mad tonight. Buffy Summers, no really it’s every night. Buffy Summers, I’m trying to keep things right with you...
[ He tears his arm away and grabs the mug of blood, hurling it with all his strength at the droid. Both mug and droid collapse in a crash of tearing and bending metal, the blood splattering over the floor and walls. The music stops abruptly, leaving an awkward silence between them.
Spell broken, the feelings of dread and overwhelming set in on Buffy and she can only suppress the instinct to run for so long. She backs off, raising her hands in a kind of hands-off, anxious gesture that speaks volumes to her inability to deal with what had just come out of his mouth, and turns to beeline for the door that leads out of the apartment. Patrol. She’ll patrol. That’s lots of hours away in which she can pretend this never happened.
Spike wants to get out and away too, but he manages to wait a good five minutes to let her get her head start, before he grabs his lightsaber and coat and heads out for to get as drunk as he can for a little while. ]
Location: Casa Del Scooby
Planet: Coruscant
When: A few hours before weekchange.
What: Spike confesses his love in song. ...again.
Rating: PG, nothing dirty here.
[ Spike is in the kitchen, microwaving a mug of blood, much as he often does. He pokes his head into the other room. ]
Want anything, pet?
[ Buffy is chilling across the room on the couch, skimming something on her datapad and chewing on a straw that is not attached to anything. ] Hard copies of all the episodes of Veronica Mars that I’ve missed. Peace on Coruscant. Good will towards men and … [ She glances in his direction, shrugging. ] Man-like things. Food-wise? Nothing.
[ He smirks at her answer and vanishes back into the kitchen as the microwave beeps. ] I appreciate being included in all the good will.
Who says I was talking about you? [ There’s an eyebrow raise and she just looks back to her datapad. ]
As opposed to all the other man-like things you know? [ Buffy. He rolled his eyes a little as he took a sip from his mug. He wandered back into the living room and looked over at her. In the corner, a cleaning droid started playing the first few chords of a song. It wasn’t loud enough to be obtrusive, but it was there.
She gives a shrug at that, nonchalant and dismissal. ] What, are you stalking my friends now? I could know plenty. Truckloads. Planets full of man-like things.
[ He opens his mouth to disagree, but what comes out isn't return banter. It’s... singing. Spike’s self-aware enough to look slightly horrified, but he can’t stop himself. ] Buffy Summers, you're driving me mad tonight. [ He puts down his mug and starts walking towards her slowly. ] Buffy Summers, no really, it's every night. [ He stops right in front of her. ] Buffy Summers, I’m trying to keep things right with you.
[ Her eyes narrow on her datapad as he starts to sing and as he comes to a stop in front of her, she slowly raises her gaze, none-too-happy about the song and dance number going on here. She gets to her feet, leaving the datapad on the couch, and cautiously moves around it to keep it … safely between them. Because she’s starting to think she needs an adult.
This definitely could be time for an adult to intervene. Sadly, Spike’s the oldest person around, and he doesn’t count. At this point, the music’s overtaken him enough that he’s entirely invested in the song, the initial disgust at his singing gone. ] I know you didn’t mean what you said, [ He puts a hand on the top of the couch and springs over it so that he’s in front of Buffy again. Her reaction is to back up promptly and try to keep distance between them, because after Anya and Giles, she’s taking zero chances with this holiday fever. Spike, singing, close quarters, God why didn’t she let him go when he offered? ] But I can never get you out of my head.
[ She doesn’t get the distance she wants before he takes her hands, holding them up between the two of them.] What’s our future? Does it matter, my love? [ He drops her hands hurriedly and turns around, walking back around to the front of the couch while he sings the next line. ] Buffy Summers, Buffy Buffy Buffy Summers!
[ With him all walk away guy now, she’s comfortable enough to lean her hands back against the breakfast bar stool and roll her eyes at his singing, jaw clenched. His walk away guy routine doesn’t last long, though. He rounds the other side of the couch and slides in behind her, the stool still between them. She tenses and glances to the side, breath short, caught off guard by the sudden personal space re-invasion. ] You know I’ll stand by you to the end. And I’m trying hard to just be your friend.
[ He leans forward, his head next to hers, almost as if he’s whispering in her ear. ] But all this fighting, [ He brushes his hands lightly up her arms, more intimate than he’d dare be outside the realm of random magical music. The gesture warrants a sharp inhalation from her, anxious and heavy, as her shoulders hunch and tighten instinctively. ] it's so exciting, Slayer! [ Her reaction is quickly subdued as he drops his hands away entirely and moves around to face her, though this time there’s a nice, healthy distance between them. Instead, she just looks narrow-eyed and frustrated with him.
Her look doesn’t stop him, though once the music stops, he’ll regret it. He takes her hands again and spins her in close. ] I love you, [ She stumbles closer to him just in time for him to spin her back out. Hello, whiplash. ] you don’t love me, [ He drops her hands. ] And that's the way it'll always be. [ He starts backing away from her slowly. ]
I know why we’re apart, [ He drops to his knees. She bites down on the inside of her cheek, glancing away from him to try and resist addressing the things he’s singing. ] But all this space between us just keeps on breaking my heart! [ He slams a hand over his chest, looking up at her with an expression of raw, painful emotion. The suddenness of the gesture causes her to jump and she steps back, then turns to head back towards her bedroom to escape this songifying craziness.
It can’t be that easy, of course, though Spike would honestly like her to leave as well. She doesn’t need or want to hear any of it, and he doesn’t want to share. It’d be a nice solution. So why he moves to appear in front of her with that mysterious vampire speed instead of letting her go like a sane person is as confusing to him as it must be to her, which makes her jump to a stop, surprised by the suddenness. At least there’s nothing new this time. But his tone is quieter, more subdued this time, instead of loud and overdramatic. ]
I know you didn’t mean what you said. [ He intertwines his fingers with hers, like they did when she said those three words that meant nothing and everything all at once. Not that she knows what she’s supposed to have not meant, of course. She gives him a bewildered look and then glances down at their joined hands. ] But I can never get you out of my head. [ He presses her hand to his chest, making her grow more disgruntled about it. ] What’s our future? Does it matter, my love, [ Reluctantly, he drops her hands, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he just watches her with a small, bemused smile. ] Buffy Summers, Buffy Buffy Buffy Summers!
[ She’s not smiling. In fact, she’s the opposite of smiling. She jerks her hand back as he releases it and shoves past him, trying to continue her pursuit of not being around him while he’s like this.
He doesn’t follow her this time. Though he does turn to watch her as she moves away, still singing.] You know I’ll stand by you to the end, and I’m trying hard to just be your friend. [ He reaches a hand out towards her, smiling sharply, but he still doesn’t move to stop her. ] But all this fighting, it's so exciting, Slayer!
[ She stops, but doesn’t turn to face him, letting out an annoyed huff. How is it that walking away isn’t putting a cork in this? She hesitates, then finally decides on the best way to put them both out of his misery. So, she turns around and steps closer again, closing the distance and clocking him one. It’s been a failsafe with Spike so far, ok.
Unfortunately, in this situation, it... doesn’t work. Spike looks up at her and keeps singing, standing as he goes. ]Yeah, yeah, yeah. [ At least it puts something of a dampener on the touching and spinning and such. He just looks at her this time, hands down by his side. ] I love you, you don’t love me, and that's the way it'll always be. [ He looks away from her, like he’d like to shut himself in his room and ignore this mess as well. ] I know why we’re apart, but all this space between us just keeps on breaking my heart! [ He finally throws his hands up and walks back over to the table he’d been at when he started singing.
Welcome to mixed signals Buffy o’clock. She stalks after him, because he can’t just throw that out and then walk away and -- She grabs his arm, but she’s not sure where she was going to go with stopping him. So she just stands there, looking indignant and stubborn. It’s what she’s best at.
He turns when she touches him, looking sad. His voice is quiet again, and he touches her face tenderly. ] Buffy Summers, you’re driving me mad tonight. Buffy Summers, no really it’s every night. Buffy Summers, I’m trying to keep things right with you...
[ He tears his arm away and grabs the mug of blood, hurling it with all his strength at the droid. Both mug and droid collapse in a crash of tearing and bending metal, the blood splattering over the floor and walls. The music stops abruptly, leaving an awkward silence between them.
Spell broken, the feelings of dread and overwhelming set in on Buffy and she can only suppress the instinct to run for so long. She backs off, raising her hands in a kind of hands-off, anxious gesture that speaks volumes to her inability to deal with what had just come out of his mouth, and turns to beeline for the door that leads out of the apartment. Patrol. She’ll patrol. That’s lots of hours away in which she can pretend this never happened.
Spike wants to get out and away too, but he manages to wait a good five minutes to let her get her head start, before he grabs his lightsaber and coat and heads out for to get as drunk as he can for a little while. ]