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[fredburkle]

I saw Spike heading out the front doors of the hotel and I hurried to catch up with him. I was still reeling over what he'd just said to Cordelia and Angel. Sure, we all think they need to hop in the sack, I even have old Fred's memories of thinking that exact thing, but no one ever would have told them that. It's just one of those things you just

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[wickedslayer]

That bitch. I could tear her to pieces right now in front of her boytoy if I wanted to. Make her hurt and bleed and feel that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Not gettin' some? Wasn't she the one who couldn't do it for Wes over in England? Why he was callin' me up in the middle of their little getaway? Guess it sucks not havin' those handy slayer muscles. Fuck redemption. I wanted to hurt her. Except I couldn't, not really. It was annoying that she was human and not some demon whose neck I could just snap right in half. I'd just have to find other ways to hurt her, and I would. She better believe it.

I opened my mouth to make a flip comment when Illyria cut me off. Follow her inside now? Illyria hadn't really been giving me orders, especially lately and it annoyed me that she chose now of all times to do it. Like a slap in the face havin' her tow me around like her little bitch in front of Fred and Spike.

So I had a choice. I could save face and tell Illyria to go fuck herself. Or I could follow like the good little slayer that I tried so hard to be. Never was one to tow the line, and Smurfette knew it. Wonder why she was choosin' now to test me.

Losing my mind was starting to look like a pretty good plan right about now.

"Listen Twiggy. You mack on Buffy's ex meat and I'll mack on yours. Sound like a plan? Peace." Shooting her another look I followed Illyria into the hotel. Hey, I can't not have the last word.

[buffys_bitch]

I feel Fred tug gently on my arm and look back at her.

"Spike just...let them go inside.It's not our problem that she's jealous that we're getting some and she isn't."

I smirk at that, but am a little surprised at the hard edge in Fred's voice. So there was no love lost between Fred and Faith, eh? Suited me fine.

The expression on Faith's face though, as she glared at Fred, it was bloody lethal. I instinctively pushed Fred back behind me a bit. If Faith tries anything she'll have to go through me first.

Then Blue intervenes, acting like the arrogant god that it obviously thinks it is.

"No. The time for petty grievances is done. If you wish to retain any of your mind, you will follow me inside. Now."

Faith looks like she's going to bite off her own tongue, but then she tosses a parting shot at us that makes me scowl.

"Listen Twiggy. You mack on Buffy's ex meat and I'll mack on yours. Sound like a plan? Peace."

I clench my jaw, holding back from shouting something just as vulgar back at the stupid bitch. Then turn back to Fred, my hand stroking her arm comfortingly.

"Just say the word. I'll go rip her head off and give it to you as a posie." I'm joking of course, trying to get her mind off the nasty things Faith'd said to her. But part of me wants to go and knock her block off anyway. Much good it would get me, but I'm sure it would feel bloody satisfying all the same.

[fredburkle]

I shook my head and gently squeezed Spike's arm again, "No...she's just not worth it, Spike." I watched them walk inside and then gently pulled on him until he turned around to face me, "She hates me because Wesley ran off with me a few months ago. They had a thing...and then he and I tried to do the old thing he had with the old Fred. It didn't work out...I came back...she hates me for it...it's a big mess."

I smiled up at him, "But if I ever do need her head on a platter, you'll be the first one I call." I saw him smile a little and I gave him another one back. Leaning back against the poll I let my hand drop to my side as I stared at the ground. "I guess that...really nice...moment we had is gone..." Stupid slayer and her stupid big blue freak.

[buffys_bitch]

"She hates me because Wesley ran off with me a few months ago. They had a thing...and then he and I tried to do the old thing he had with the old Fred. It didn't work out...I came back...she hates me for it...it's a big mess."

I nod at Fred, it explains a lot actually. Explains why Faith's knickers had been in such a twist. And I have a feeling I'm going to have to watch out for her, for Fred's sake. My gut tells me that it's not finished between them, not by a long shot.

"But if I ever do need her head on a platter, you'll be the first one I call. I guess that...really nice...moment we had is gone..."

I watch as she leans back, a little deflated and out of sorts. I move in closer and reach gently to tilt her face up to look at me.

"Hey, why the glum face? We can always make a new moment. That's the beauty of creating memories, right? There's always another one just around the corner." I lean in and plant a soft kiss on the hollow of her throat, barely a touch. Then I follow up with another firmer kiss on the same spot, my tongue darting out to briefly touch her there. I love the way she tastes, and the unique scent of her skin.

Then I lift my head and grin at her.

"See?"

[fredburkle]

I sighed softly, my hand resting on his arm as his mouth gently kissed my neck. My eyes closed the moment his lips touched me and when he pulled away, I opened them and smiled. "I like making memories..." I ran my hand down his arm slowly, "Think we could make some more...soon?"

I wanted to kiss him and never have it stop. I wanted to feel his hands on my body and I wanted us to move past where we'd been in the hotel. I knew what stopped me before, but I didn't feel that way anymore...at least not at the moment.

I liked being with Spike. I liked the way he looked at me and touched me and smiled at me. I like him. He might be a vampire, but...he was a good vampire and he had a soul. I gave him another smile as I stood on my tip toes and kissed him softly on his cheek. I moved my mouth down to his jaw line, kissing gently. "Good or bad memory...?"

[buffys_bitch]

"I like making memories...Think we could make some more...soon?"

"I'm always up for that, pet." I reply with a small smirk. Then she moves closer and leans up to kiss my cheek...then then lower, along my jaw. I let out a sigh, the contact sending little tingles of pleasure down my spine.

"Good or bad memory...?"

"What do you think?" I growl, pulling her closer to me, tightening my arm around her. I dip my head and kiss her again, this time a little more passionately, my body pressing against hers, and my lips and tongue claiming her mouth firmly.

She wants me, I can feel it, the noises she makes and the way she clings to me. But I still don't want to push it, so I pull back after a while and gaze down at her.

"The only bad memory that comes to mind is me losing you. Don't ever want that to happen again. So..."

I kiss the tip of her nose, and give her a rueful smile.

"No more dying on me, understood?"

[fredburkle]

I smiled up at him and nodded, "Only if you promise to never die on me again." I giggled and shook my head, "Well...you know what I mean." He gave me a smile and was about to say something when I stood up on tip toe and kissed him softly on the mouth. He tasted so nice, a little cold, but nice.

I ran my hand down his arm as our kiss deepened and he pulled me close against him. My arms slide around his neck as his knee pushed between my legs. I whimpered softly and he growled, pulling me tight against his rock solid chest. My fingers gripped the back of his neck as my tongue slid in and out of his mouth, probing and exploring.

My hands moved down his chest and around his back as I softly rubbed my chest against his. My hands slid up his back, softly scratching when he pulled away and stared down at me. His lips were red and swollen, and I was pretty sure that mine were, too. I tilted my head and frowned, "What..? Did...did I do something wrong? Why are you staring at me?"

[buffys_bitch]

"Only if you promise to never die on me again. Well...you know what I mean."

I know exactly what she means, I'm thinking the sodding same thing. Once is bad enough. She moves of her own accord to kiss me, her fingertips running down my arm and giving me gooseflesh where they brush against the skin. She makes a soft whimpering noise as our tongues meet each other and my leg slides between hers. I find myself giving a low growl in response, pulling her to me, wanting to feel more of her lithe yet womanly body contacting mine. And she is pressing just as much into me, the gentle swell of her breasts crushing against my chest. I pull back, panting and wide eyed. I stare down at her with a mixture of awe and uncertainty.

"What..? Did...did I do something wrong? Why are you staring at me?"

"I just...I want this to go right. For the both of us. No one has looked at me the way that you do. It's a bit frightening, is all. You accept me, you trust me. Buffy never-"

I shut my stupid gob. Why did I mention her name? I drop my hands to my sides and take a step back, then turn to gaze out into the night. How do I say it? Put it into words, so she'll understand?

"I want this, what we have, and what we might have. But if it's just an experiment, a way to experience new things, then tell me now before I hand you the carving knife and press it against my unbeating heart. Don't think I could go through that again."

[fredburkle]

Wow. That was a lot to lay on a girl after just a few kisses. I mean, technically I hadn't even been alive for five years and here he was asking me to not break his heart. And somehow...I knew I wouldn't. There was just something about Spike that told me things would be alright.

I wasn't very experienced in..well, in anything, but I still had instincts and they were telling me that I should do this...go for this. And as scary as it was, putting my heart in someone else's care, as lame as that sounds, I wanted to...so much I ached to do it.

I gently reached out and touched Spike on the arm, and said in a playful tone, "Spike...I'm not in college and you're not a girl, so this isn't an experiment. I'm also not Buffy..." I stepped forward and gently touched his chest, "See? Brown hair...brown eyes...glasses...no supernatural powers. Just...plain ole Fred."

I gently touched his cheek, "And I will never...ever hurt you and I will never take a knife to any part of you, literally or metaphorically." I stood on tip toes and softly kissed his cheek, "I'm yours...if you'll have me."