First times, second chances epilogue (xover with Buffy)
Title: First times, second chances epilogue
Author: Annuette
Summary: When the object of his affections seems intent on pushing him aside, Simon finds comfort and mutual lust in what should be a one-time thing.
Rating: NC17
Characters: Simon, Jayne, Mal, Kaylee, River plus Spike from btvs
Pairing: slash Simon/Jayne, Simon/Spike
Warning: crossover fic in Firefly universe
Spoilers/Timeline: After Firefly but before Serenity.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This fanfic is completed. Thanks to noandwhere who kindly betad for me (Cheers hon *hugs*)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
“I still like William better.”
River’s voice is almost sulky, her lips pouting as she grips Spike’s arm. Leaning against him, she lays her head on his chest listening to the nothing heshe knows she will find.
“If you like poncy names.” Spike’s not minding what she likes or doesn’t; he finds her fascinating, more so then even Dru had been. Insane as her ramblings are, there have been half truths and realities murmured forth which only Spike understands, which he knows were meant for his benefit.
Despite her apparent fragility he senses something lurking beneath the surface, a dark grace and beauty that he can appreciate. Someday he believes her trembling hands, however innocent now, will have men kneeling at her feet. Not in lust, but in supplication.
“Sad to leave?“
River’s staring at him now and Spike shakes his head meaning every word, “No, too old for that now love.”
“Made me shake all thoughts of taking Simon in your head, naughty to scare me so.” River’s tone is accusatory as she glowers up at him, but seconds later a sly smile takes its place, “Got Jayne moving, stubborn stupid man almost losing Simon.”
Spike nods fully in agreement with her, “Can’t say I disagree with the last one but you shouldn’t worry about the first; he’ll never leave you, you know that. Thinks the world of you he does, can see in his eyes the boy will go through heaven and hell and damn near anywhere else to keep you safe.” There’s a wistful look in Spike’s eyes as he remembers another time, another person so eerily similar to Simon in that manner.
River’s not talking now, only looking up at his with those ever knowing eyes. They burn into his soul, stoking his own guilt and reminding him that yes, for a brief moment Spike did consider making the offer to Simon-asking the boy to come with him, rather than remain where he might never be appreciated. In some ways because of this Spike is glad his trip is over, that he’s reached Angel’s latest home rather than continue being enticed by the possibility of maybe.
He supposes he’s lucky Simon stopped it where he did, the doctor’s guilt and emotion forestalling any kind of bond forming between them. Tempting as it has been, and Spike hasn’t been so tempted in a long while, Spike’s still waiting and hoping he’ll get his mate back-his Xander.
It’s been well over six hundred years but the ache is still there, the desperate need and want all tied up in love and regret; for a brief moment being with Simon has numbed the pain but it never truly went away, never really goes away for Spike. He can only hope that one day he’ll redeem himself enough to get a glimmer of hope, the possibility of Xander coming back be it reincarnated or as he was.
“Protector.” River’s voice is soft, completive and Spike looks down at her his mind no longer focused on his love. “Never shanshu and always fighting but one day again the white knight will fight with you. Have eternity, watching stars be born.”
She pushes away from him and spins gracefully in a circle before pirouetting and collapsing gently into his arms, expecting him to catch her even before he moves to.
“You reckon, luv?” Spike’s voice is husky as he stares into her dark eyes, seeing nothing but the reflection of himself in them. He can’t bring himself to say any more, too afraid she could just be picking up on his desires not reality.
She places a finger to his lips, “The Angel stumbles, the poet falls and the white knight and his golden girl pick them up.” Her finger strokes up his cheek and had Spike not been holding her tightly he would have dropped her at the shiver her touch provoked.
“Not here, not now, but soon.“ With a move even the most flexible would admire, River slips out of his arms. She stares out through the open cargo hold doors, into the darkness beyond. “Try to help, come here. Can’t be an Angel when you’ve forgotten how to fly.“ she whispers, the words so soft only Spike can hear them-just Spike and Angel that is.
Spike can scent his Sire on the wind as it blows into the hold, Angel obviously drawn by curiosity and suspicion alike to check out Helios’ newest arrival.
“Masochistic and ironic.” River’s chin juts out, her head held high as her piercing gaze stares out into the darkness.
Spike knows Angel will hear her but whether the Vampire takes notice is another matter. Spike has to agree with River, Angel newest choice of locale was not only named after the ancient Greek God of the sun (Which is a travesty to those with sunlight issues) but it was aptly so, the planet of Helios’s only having four hours a day without sunlight. Wonder how the ponce lasted five months, Spike can’t help but speculate; having no intention of remaining on such a boring and hazardous planet, his new aim is to get Angel away from it.
To knock about for a bit, stir up some trouble and help the helpless, or hopeless as Spike saw them. The poof won’t be thrilled to see him at first, in fact Spike can already hear the growls and teeth grinds from outside; probably spends all his time moping in dark corners or whipping himself, Spike smirks at the thought. Well that will change now, he’ll do his bloody best to wind Angel up because an irate Sire is definitely more fun then a depressed one. Besides maybe, just maybe Spike will let him in on what River has just told him.
“Wakey, wakey.”
Spike starts as River waves a hand in front of his face, giggling wildly. His eyes flick up to the small gathering of people around him, taking in each one as he does. Admittedly only Mal and Kaylee are there since the others he has had little contact with and Mal, Spike’s sure, is only there as a courtesy-Captain to passenger.
Nodding to Mal, Spike notes the look of relief in the man’s eyes and wonders briefly if Mal sensed the tension and animosity, not only between himself and Jayne but between Mal and Spike; hostility that Spike has felt towards a man who looks uncannily like the one who hurt his lover. He’s not surprised the Captain’s happy to see him go, adding into that Spike’s unique brand of ‘messing with his crew’.
“Take care, won’t ya?“ Kaylee doesn’t settle for a nod or smile, she runs right up to Spike and hugs him tightly; her hands getting in one last grope, she winks at him before pulling away, her arms now full over an over exuberant River.
But Spike’s not paying attention he can hear footsteps approaching, two sets, and one remarkably heavier then the other as Simon and Jayne enter the hold together, the scent of the two permeating the air a second before they appear. A grin springs to Spike’s lips as he catches the unmistakable tang of arousal, the grin only widening as Jayne moves closer to Simon, his hand almost on the doctor’s back as if drawing him closer as they walk up to Spike.
Much as Spike’s enjoyed the bantering and insults with Jayne, he’s glad to see they haven’t put the man off, instead they’ve had the desired effect and brought him closer to Simon; the mercenary now stating a rather possessive claim by laying a hand on Simon’s hip as they stop.
Simon’s blushing hotly, making Spike wish he could kiss those delectable pink lips one last time as Simon’s tongue nervously wets them. “Spike, I’m sorry to see you go so soon.”
Spike can’t help but smirk at the scowl that forms on Jayne’s lips, but as if guessing the expression of the man behind him Simon moves closer and Spike notices his hand rest against Jayne’s leg, squeezing the flesh there.
“Same here, pet.” Spike’s grinning cheekily now, determined to leave the ship in style just the way he came on and knowing exactly how to do it- in a manner that will save Simon’s blushes and awkward goodbyes.
“One for the road then.”One smooth step forward and his mouth is on Simon’s, claiming a quick, hot kiss before Spike pulls away. The doctor looks dazed, his finger moving to touch his lips as the blush returns in full force.
The sputtering, glaring man next to Simon clenches his fists, diverting Spike’s attention and only River’s cool comment calms him; her soft tone speaking words, which soothe Jayne’s ego as well as his pride.
“Jayne…means victorious.”
The smug smile on Jayne’s face collapses into a pout as River nonchalantly adds, “Even if it is a girl’s name.”
The laugh that bubbles from Spike’s lips is involuntary and from Jayne’s expression the man is seriously close to gutting him, or at least maiming. In for a penny in for a pound, Spike thinks as he takes a step closer to Jayne, the man’s glare only wavering slightly.
“Bollocks to it, how about two for the road?”
Spike emphasizes his words as he grabs Jayne’s shirt pulling him into a searing kiss. His tongue teases Jayne’s mouth before he pulls back relishing the dazed look upon Jayne’s face. Not half bad, Spike licks his lips before tossing Mal a smirk, “Cheers mate, catch you later!”
“Not if I see you first.”
As he strides from the ship, into the warm night air Spike catches Mal’s muttered reply and half turns, throwing the Captain a wicked smile before glancing back at Jayne and Simon. Jayne’s arm is around Simon’s waist as he murmurs to him and Spike can’t resist one last parting comment to keep Jayne on his toes as he disappears into the night.
“Keep your bunk warm for me luv, been a while since I‘ve had a threesome.”
Author: Annuette
Summary: When the object of his affections seems intent on pushing him aside, Simon finds comfort and mutual lust in what should be a one-time thing.
Rating: NC17
Characters: Simon, Jayne, Mal, Kaylee, River plus Spike from btvs
Pairing: slash Simon/Jayne, Simon/Spike
Warning: crossover fic in Firefly universe
Spoilers/Timeline: After Firefly but before Serenity.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This fanfic is completed. Thanks to noandwhere who kindly betad for me (Cheers hon *hugs*)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
“I still like William better.”
River’s voice is almost sulky, her lips pouting as she grips Spike’s arm. Leaning against him, she lays her head on his chest listening to the nothing heshe knows she will find.
“If you like poncy names.” Spike’s not minding what she likes or doesn’t; he finds her fascinating, more so then even Dru had been. Insane as her ramblings are, there have been half truths and realities murmured forth which only Spike understands, which he knows were meant for his benefit.
Despite her apparent fragility he senses something lurking beneath the surface, a dark grace and beauty that he can appreciate. Someday he believes her trembling hands, however innocent now, will have men kneeling at her feet. Not in lust, but in supplication.
“Sad to leave?“
River’s staring at him now and Spike shakes his head meaning every word, “No, too old for that now love.”
“Made me shake all thoughts of taking Simon in your head, naughty to scare me so.” River’s tone is accusatory as she glowers up at him, but seconds later a sly smile takes its place, “Got Jayne moving, stubborn stupid man almost losing Simon.”
Spike nods fully in agreement with her, “Can’t say I disagree with the last one but you shouldn’t worry about the first; he’ll never leave you, you know that. Thinks the world of you he does, can see in his eyes the boy will go through heaven and hell and damn near anywhere else to keep you safe.” There’s a wistful look in Spike’s eyes as he remembers another time, another person so eerily similar to Simon in that manner.
River’s not talking now, only looking up at his with those ever knowing eyes. They burn into his soul, stoking his own guilt and reminding him that yes, for a brief moment Spike did consider making the offer to Simon-asking the boy to come with him, rather than remain where he might never be appreciated. In some ways because of this Spike is glad his trip is over, that he’s reached Angel’s latest home rather than continue being enticed by the possibility of maybe.
He supposes he’s lucky Simon stopped it where he did, the doctor’s guilt and emotion forestalling any kind of bond forming between them. Tempting as it has been, and Spike hasn’t been so tempted in a long while, Spike’s still waiting and hoping he’ll get his mate back-his Xander.
It’s been well over six hundred years but the ache is still there, the desperate need and want all tied up in love and regret; for a brief moment being with Simon has numbed the pain but it never truly went away, never really goes away for Spike. He can only hope that one day he’ll redeem himself enough to get a glimmer of hope, the possibility of Xander coming back be it reincarnated or as he was.
“Protector.” River’s voice is soft, completive and Spike looks down at her his mind no longer focused on his love. “Never shanshu and always fighting but one day again the white knight will fight with you. Have eternity, watching stars be born.”
She pushes away from him and spins gracefully in a circle before pirouetting and collapsing gently into his arms, expecting him to catch her even before he moves to.
“You reckon, luv?” Spike’s voice is husky as he stares into her dark eyes, seeing nothing but the reflection of himself in them. He can’t bring himself to say any more, too afraid she could just be picking up on his desires not reality.
She places a finger to his lips, “The Angel stumbles, the poet falls and the white knight and his golden girl pick them up.” Her finger strokes up his cheek and had Spike not been holding her tightly he would have dropped her at the shiver her touch provoked.
“Not here, not now, but soon.“ With a move even the most flexible would admire, River slips out of his arms. She stares out through the open cargo hold doors, into the darkness beyond. “Try to help, come here. Can’t be an Angel when you’ve forgotten how to fly.“ she whispers, the words so soft only Spike can hear them-just Spike and Angel that is.
Spike can scent his Sire on the wind as it blows into the hold, Angel obviously drawn by curiosity and suspicion alike to check out Helios’ newest arrival.
“Masochistic and ironic.” River’s chin juts out, her head held high as her piercing gaze stares out into the darkness.
Spike knows Angel will hear her but whether the Vampire takes notice is another matter. Spike has to agree with River, Angel newest choice of locale was not only named after the ancient Greek God of the sun (Which is a travesty to those with sunlight issues) but it was aptly so, the planet of Helios’s only having four hours a day without sunlight. Wonder how the ponce lasted five months, Spike can’t help but speculate; having no intention of remaining on such a boring and hazardous planet, his new aim is to get Angel away from it.
To knock about for a bit, stir up some trouble and help the helpless, or hopeless as Spike saw them. The poof won’t be thrilled to see him at first, in fact Spike can already hear the growls and teeth grinds from outside; probably spends all his time moping in dark corners or whipping himself, Spike smirks at the thought. Well that will change now, he’ll do his bloody best to wind Angel up because an irate Sire is definitely more fun then a depressed one. Besides maybe, just maybe Spike will let him in on what River has just told him.
“Wakey, wakey.”
Spike starts as River waves a hand in front of his face, giggling wildly. His eyes flick up to the small gathering of people around him, taking in each one as he does. Admittedly only Mal and Kaylee are there since the others he has had little contact with and Mal, Spike’s sure, is only there as a courtesy-Captain to passenger.
Nodding to Mal, Spike notes the look of relief in the man’s eyes and wonders briefly if Mal sensed the tension and animosity, not only between himself and Jayne but between Mal and Spike; hostility that Spike has felt towards a man who looks uncannily like the one who hurt his lover. He’s not surprised the Captain’s happy to see him go, adding into that Spike’s unique brand of ‘messing with his crew’.
“Take care, won’t ya?“ Kaylee doesn’t settle for a nod or smile, she runs right up to Spike and hugs him tightly; her hands getting in one last grope, she winks at him before pulling away, her arms now full over an over exuberant River.
But Spike’s not paying attention he can hear footsteps approaching, two sets, and one remarkably heavier then the other as Simon and Jayne enter the hold together, the scent of the two permeating the air a second before they appear. A grin springs to Spike’s lips as he catches the unmistakable tang of arousal, the grin only widening as Jayne moves closer to Simon, his hand almost on the doctor’s back as if drawing him closer as they walk up to Spike.
Much as Spike’s enjoyed the bantering and insults with Jayne, he’s glad to see they haven’t put the man off, instead they’ve had the desired effect and brought him closer to Simon; the mercenary now stating a rather possessive claim by laying a hand on Simon’s hip as they stop.
Simon’s blushing hotly, making Spike wish he could kiss those delectable pink lips one last time as Simon’s tongue nervously wets them. “Spike, I’m sorry to see you go so soon.”
Spike can’t help but smirk at the scowl that forms on Jayne’s lips, but as if guessing the expression of the man behind him Simon moves closer and Spike notices his hand rest against Jayne’s leg, squeezing the flesh there.
“Same here, pet.” Spike’s grinning cheekily now, determined to leave the ship in style just the way he came on and knowing exactly how to do it- in a manner that will save Simon’s blushes and awkward goodbyes.
“One for the road then.”One smooth step forward and his mouth is on Simon’s, claiming a quick, hot kiss before Spike pulls away. The doctor looks dazed, his finger moving to touch his lips as the blush returns in full force.
The sputtering, glaring man next to Simon clenches his fists, diverting Spike’s attention and only River’s cool comment calms him; her soft tone speaking words, which soothe Jayne’s ego as well as his pride.
“Jayne…means victorious.”
The smug smile on Jayne’s face collapses into a pout as River nonchalantly adds, “Even if it is a girl’s name.”
The laugh that bubbles from Spike’s lips is involuntary and from Jayne’s expression the man is seriously close to gutting him, or at least maiming. In for a penny in for a pound, Spike thinks as he takes a step closer to Jayne, the man’s glare only wavering slightly.
“Bollocks to it, how about two for the road?”
Spike emphasizes his words as he grabs Jayne’s shirt pulling him into a searing kiss. His tongue teases Jayne’s mouth before he pulls back relishing the dazed look upon Jayne’s face. Not half bad, Spike licks his lips before tossing Mal a smirk, “Cheers mate, catch you later!”
“Not if I see you first.”
As he strides from the ship, into the warm night air Spike catches Mal’s muttered reply and half turns, throwing the Captain a wicked smile before glancing back at Jayne and Simon. Jayne’s arm is around Simon’s waist as he murmurs to him and Spike can’t resist one last parting comment to keep Jayne on his toes as he disappears into the night.
“Keep your bunk warm for me luv, been a while since I‘ve had a threesome.”