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Buffy... [His voice is rough and low because dammit, she's hot. But it's wrong to want her. She's evil and a vampire. He's the Slayer.] That's not... it's because of your chip.
Oh, suuure. The chip's part of it. [ She steps closer and pushes his hand down to get him to lower the weapon. ] But, you and I both know it's more than that.
I've seen the way you work. I know you. [ She runs her other hand up over his opposite arm. ] You're dark and you're dangerous. And sooner or later, you're gonna come creeping around, looking for some dark and danger. And when you do? Guess who's gonna be your gal.
I'm not the deluded one here, Buffy! [He spreads his arms out.] You think, what, because we've kissed a time or two I'm suddenly going to... to... [Ugh, he can't go on. He just shakes his head.] You're a vampire.
Don't say it like that. [ She looks indignant. ] I don't just want you, Spike. I wish I did. You don't think I - I lay awake every night thinking about how wrong this is? Love doesn't exactly make with the logic. I didn't think my way here with my head. It just is. [ She steps closer to him again, eyes determined but pleading and needy. ] I know this is wrong. I shouldn't --
I shouldn't want anything to do to you. I should be trying to rip your throat out and maybe keep your eyes for a poignant yet tasteful souvenir, not ... [ She tenses her jaw and then makes a frustrated growling noise. ] I wish I could hate you.
[For a moment, he almost believes her. She sounds almost... human. And he knows how completely illogical love can be. He's felt it. But Buffy isn't human. She's a vampire. And god, he can never, ever forget that, no matter how tempting it is to just lean forward and kiss her right now.]
Try harder. Think this is easy for me? I-- [He breaks off. That's getting a little too close to admitting he wants her back.]
If it's not, you do a really killer job of faking it. Did you ever think that maybe if it's not easy to perpetually shoot someone down, then maybe you should stop with the shooting? [ She reaches a hand up to touch the side of his face. ] William. I want you. And I know that there's at least a tiny part of you that wants me too. So, just ...
[...oh, fuck it. He's pretty much run out of excuses and he's only human. A part of him wants to remind him that she's not and this is a very, very stupid idea but a bigger part of him is, well, pretty much his penis. And around Buffy, it's sometimes hard to think with any other part of him.
He leans in and roughly presses his lips against hers.]
[ It's not exactly the gentleness she'd been looking for with the epic love on her end, but hey. It's a start. And it's real. It's Spike kissing her. She shoves him back against a crypt wall roughly as she returns the kiss with a kind of fire that only comes from a monster. The rough kiss melts into a series of rough bites at his lower lip as she presses herself against him, arms sliding around his neck. Now that he's given in, he's not getting away. ]
[And oh god, with how badly his life has been sucking lately, this is amazingly good. If he can just forget, think about nothing but how nice this feels, then maybe kissing a monster isn't so bad. He slides his hands down to Buffy's butt and pulls her closer, letting his eyes slide shut and just indulging in the feel.
It'll just be this once, of course. But... one time can't hurt. Too much.]
[ She groans into his mouth, pinning him between her and the crypt wall, then slowly begins to trail messy and rough kisses back along his strong jawline.
When she reaches the hinge of his jaw, she shifts her attention to his earlobe, sucking it between her lips and dragged her teeth over it as she moves her hands back down from around his neck to move over his chest and begin popping buttons off his shirt. She flicks her tongue against the shell of his ear, words interspersed with the wet kisses she's pressing to it. ]
Look at you, Slayer. [ There's genuine quirky pride in her tone. ] All manly and in charge and taking what you want for a change. [ There's a flicker of a chuckle that drags a smile over her lips that's perceivable to him with the way they're practically flush with his skin. ] I like it.
Shut up. [But he's not stopping. He's just spinning the two of them around and taking charge like she so wanted. He slams her against the wall and grabs the collar of her shirt, just ripping it down the center. He'd feel bad about destroying her clothes, but she's evil and probably stole it anyway. It somehow doesn't surprise him even a little that she isn't wearing a bra. And her breasts are nice. Though evil.
He shoves that thought aside and instead runs his thumb roughly over one of her breasts, shoving his mouth down onto hers again. It's a good way to keep her from talking, and as long as she's not talking, he doesn't have to think about what he's doing or worse, who he's doing it with. She could be anyone. Except for how even if he closes his eyes and can't hear that sexy American accent, there's still something about her that's just unforgettably Buffy.]
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I've seen the way you work. I know you. [ She runs her other hand up over his opposite arm. ] You're dark and you're dangerous. And sooner or later, you're gonna come creeping around, looking for some dark and danger. And when you do? Guess who's gonna be your gal.
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I'm not dark. I'm a sodding hero. [His voice stops wavering.] You'll never be my girl. [He shoves her away, hard.]
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You know, sooner or later, Slayer, you're gonna have to stop lying to yourself.
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And you want me anyway! The sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner we'll both be happier.
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I shouldn't want anything to do to you. I should be trying to rip your throat out and maybe keep your eyes for a poignant yet tasteful souvenir, not ... [ She tenses her jaw and then makes a frustrated growling noise. ] I wish I could hate you.
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Try harder. Think this is easy for me? I-- [He breaks off. That's getting a little too close to admitting he wants her back.]
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Let yourself.
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He leans in and roughly presses his lips against hers.]
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It'll just be this once, of course. But... one time can't hurt. Too much.]
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When she reaches the hinge of his jaw, she shifts her attention to his earlobe, sucking it between her lips and dragged her teeth over it as she moves her hands back down from around his neck to move over his chest and begin popping buttons off his shirt. She flicks her tongue against the shell of his ear, words interspersed with the wet kisses she's pressing to it. ]
Look at you, Slayer. [ There's genuine quirky pride in her tone. ] All manly and in charge and taking what you want for a change. [ There's a flicker of a chuckle that drags a smile over her lips that's perceivable to him with the way they're practically flush with his skin. ] I like it.
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He shoves that thought aside and instead runs his thumb roughly over one of her breasts, shoving his mouth down onto hers again. It's a good way to keep her from talking, and as long as she's not talking, he doesn't have to think about what he's doing or worse, who he's doing it with. She could be anyone. Except for how even if he closes his eyes and can't hear that sexy American accent, there's still something about her that's just unforgettably Buffy.]
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