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anythingdrabbleTitle: Losing and Winning
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: Soft R/<
Challenge/Prompt: Anything Drabble 128: Drag
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 3 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Buffy's fighting a losing battle.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Buffy watched Spike light up, rather irritably. She'd been arguing with the Vampire since they'd began the stake out. "Do you have to do that now?" she demanded bitterly.
He arched a single, black eyebrow. "Do you have to be such a bitch?"
She made a face. "When it comes to you, yeah. I guess I just can't help myself. You're such a pain in my ass the bitchiness just rolls off of me." Yet, at the moment, she seemed unable to help herself in an entirely different manner. Her vision was glued on his long, nimble fingers from which his cigarette dangled and then his lips as he took a long drag on the cig.
"Give me that," she snapped, surprising them both as she yanked the cigarette out of his fingers. She busied herself with the cigarette rather than allowing herself to focus, for even a second, on the blaze of passion and power that passed through her when their fingers touched. Everything in her was tingling! Oh bloody shag me, she thought and blushed as red as her top.
"You're beautiful," he teased, grinning, "when you blush."
"Shut up," she growled and took a puff on the cigarette, a bad habit she'd picked up not too long after she'd picked up another horrible habit -- that of shagging the very enemy she was yet again working alongside tonight.
"You do have other ways of occupying my mouth." His grin widened, revealing the tips of his fangs. His eyes gazed with a heavily suggestive hunger not at her mouth or even her neck but the tops of her breasts where they glimmered in the moonlight, revealed by her tank top's scoop neck.
"You wish," she ground out and forced herself to turn away.
She felt him shrug, and thought of the sinewy muscle of his body when they slid together. She closed her eyes. "Your loss, Slayer."
Perhaps it was, but she also losing in other ways. Every time she kissed him, every time she bedded him, every time she even thought of a bloodthirsty Vampire in that way -- But she hadn't thought that with Angel, had she? She'd only been too happy to shag him, as Spike pointed out numerously.
"All you had to do was ask. You know that right, pet?"
She could ask him anything, and he would do it. He had proved that time and again, countless times, far more so than Angel ever had. She'd sent Angel to Hell; Spike had gone willingly to Hell and through it for her. He'd fought for his soul to please her whereas Angel had always complained with being cursed by the Gypsies. She hesitated.
"Buffy?" Spike asked. When she still didn't answer, he touched her bare shoulder. She whirled around, before she could stop herself or think anything at all again, grabbed his arms, and slammed her mouth up against his. Damn it, she thought as they thrust together, the stakeout would have to wait another night.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: Soft R/<
Challenge/Prompt: Anything Drabble 128: Drag
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 3 March 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Buffy's fighting a losing battle.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Buffy watched Spike light up, rather irritably. She'd been arguing with the Vampire since they'd began the stake out. "Do you have to do that now?" she demanded bitterly.
He arched a single, black eyebrow. "Do you have to be such a bitch?"
She made a face. "When it comes to you, yeah. I guess I just can't help myself. You're such a pain in my ass the bitchiness just rolls off of me." Yet, at the moment, she seemed unable to help herself in an entirely different manner. Her vision was glued on his long, nimble fingers from which his cigarette dangled and then his lips as he took a long drag on the cig.
"Give me that," she snapped, surprising them both as she yanked the cigarette out of his fingers. She busied herself with the cigarette rather than allowing herself to focus, for even a second, on the blaze of passion and power that passed through her when their fingers touched. Everything in her was tingling! Oh bloody shag me, she thought and blushed as red as her top.
"You're beautiful," he teased, grinning, "when you blush."
"Shut up," she growled and took a puff on the cigarette, a bad habit she'd picked up not too long after she'd picked up another horrible habit -- that of shagging the very enemy she was yet again working alongside tonight.
"You do have other ways of occupying my mouth." His grin widened, revealing the tips of his fangs. His eyes gazed with a heavily suggestive hunger not at her mouth or even her neck but the tops of her breasts where they glimmered in the moonlight, revealed by her tank top's scoop neck.
"You wish," she ground out and forced herself to turn away.
She felt him shrug, and thought of the sinewy muscle of his body when they slid together. She closed her eyes. "Your loss, Slayer."
Perhaps it was, but she also losing in other ways. Every time she kissed him, every time she bedded him, every time she even thought of a bloodthirsty Vampire in that way -- But she hadn't thought that with Angel, had she? She'd only been too happy to shag him, as Spike pointed out numerously.
"All you had to do was ask. You know that right, pet?"
She could ask him anything, and he would do it. He had proved that time and again, countless times, far more so than Angel ever had. She'd sent Angel to Hell; Spike had gone willingly to Hell and through it for her. He'd fought for his soul to please her whereas Angel had always complained with being cursed by the Gypsies. She hesitated.
"Buffy?" Spike asked. When she still didn't answer, he touched her bare shoulder. She whirled around, before she could stop herself or think anything at all again, grabbed his arms, and slammed her mouth up against his. Damn it, she thought as they thrust together, the stakeout would have to wait another night.
The End
