Did I really see you or was it a dream?

[wickedslayer]

"Thats ok, I just saved a significant amount on my car insurance. Besides I'm not certain exactly what your name is. Buffy perhaps?"Gasping loudly I sat up in bed, one hand over my forehead. Ow. Squinting I couldn't believe how horrible my head felt. It was like the hangover from hell, and this was comin' from me. Hangovers from hell were sorta par

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[wickedslayer]

"You're just figuring that out?" I asked wryly, as he stated that I wasn't Buffy. Well, no shit. If I was Buffy I wouldn't be here. I'd be too busy ridin' around on my high horse tryin' to piss everyone off. And hey, way more deja vous. Didn't he call me Buffy in that dream? It felt so fucking real.

"Nothing." I didn't want anything. Nothing he could give me as long as he was completely crazed and wouldn't listen to a word I said. Was it bad that I still wanted to jump his bones? I'm gonna go with yeah.

Don't get me wrong, I hadn't forgotten what I'd said to him outside the hospital. But I was pissed off and he was acting like an asshole. What did he expect?

[wickedslayer]

He didn't seem to be exactly with it and I was pretty sure I could smell something like stale whiskey in the room. Shaking my head I crossed my arms over my chest. Man, I thought I was a sad sorry individual, he reeked of sadness. And man, I been hangin' out with Illyria for way too long.

"perhaps?" I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he'd just fall over and collapse at any moment.

Narrowing my eyes I had a flash of something, something about clowns and some flowers. Fucking weird. Musta been that dream creepin' back in on me. Dreams had a way of doing that to you.

"Perhaps what?"

[wickedslayer]

"Shut up." I wasn't taking his crap anymore. I spent months taking his crap when I was staying with him in his apartment. I was done bein' his little bitch, only good for a lay whenever he felt like it. Don't get me wrong, that philosophy usually suited me just fine but it was pissing me off coming from him. I wasn't just gonna be tossed aside like a piece of trash. Fuck him.

"Do I what?" I demanded, stepping closer to him. "What?" I stood my ground, not giving him an inch standing directly in front of him. Could smell the whiskey on his breath and it felt so damn familiar.

[wickedslayer]

"Funny how I didn't ask what kind of mood your in. Besides your always in a bad mood, I wouldn't expect anything else." I refused to back down, looking up into his hard expression with one of my own. He was so hot. Fuck! I wasn't supposed to be thinking like that. Didn't my hormones ever take a time out? Well, no. They never did.

"Finish what I started?" I waivered for a second remembering the scene down in the basement. Him tied to a chair, me with the piece of glass in my hand. "I didn't...." I stammered.

Hardening my gaze again I realized I was letting him win.

[wickedslayer]

"It wasn't my fault!" I fired back at him angrily. How dare he fucking turn this around on me. He coulda asked for help with the whole Angelus thing. We'd worked together in the past to take him down. "You....you set that whole thing up! You tricked me!" The sad part of it all was, that right at that very moment. I wanted to hurt him again. Been feeling like that a little too much for comfort lately. I was only vaguely aware that it was exactly the direction he was tryin' to push me.

"That's not me anymore! Why can't you get that through your head?!" I demanded, stepping dangerously close to him. My brain was screaming, tellin' me to get the fuck away from the psycho before I did something equally as psychotic.

[wickedslayer]

I was surprised when I felt myself suddenly slam into his desk, so that I was bent over it. I hissed loudly when I felt his hand connect with my ass hard.

Turning around I glared at him harshly, but didn't move from where I was. He was so damn close, I could smell the alcohol, feel his breath hot on my face.

"You're wrong." I said defiantly before pulling him down on top of me and wrapping my legs around him. My mouth searched for his desperately and didn't stop until it pressed against his lips so hard I could feel his teeth.

[fredburkle]

Spike and I ironed everything out while we were outside. We both wanted each other, we both wanted to be together and neither of us wanted to be hurt. So, we decided to be honest with one another, treat one another with respect, and make sure the lines of communications were always open. Spike said that last one and I asked him if he got that from Oprah, Dr. Phil, or Passions. He smiled and kissed me, but didn't answer. I was pretty sure it was Dr. Phil, but he didn't want to admit to watching that hack

[prodigal_slayer]

Before I knew it the two of us were scratching eachother's clothes off and falling back into old bad habits. I always did like to embrace my vices, especially when they felt so good. His mouth was warm on mine, his hands trailing roughly along my skin

[fredburkle]

I was shocked, embarrassed, annoyed and all sorts of other emotions that I couldn't even put into words, which is why I stood there so long staring at the two of them. They were in the office, going at it like rabbits during the high point of mating season. It was tacky and rude and...gross. They sounded like a couple of boars mating in the bushes