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Entry tags:
299: Fuse - BtVS - Spike/Buffy - Impressed
Title: Impressed
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: R/M
Summary: In which Buffy gets a rather impressive surprise.
She had had a long, hard day. She just needed time to think and breath a little, figure out why she was being attacked from all sides at once. It was like a Demon convention had hit Sunnydale with the recent heat wave, and every Demon and their entire freaking clan had it out for her. She was used to being tracked and attacked as the Slayer, but these creeps weren't even giving humans a thought. It was all Buffy Buffet, or nothing!
She dove into the nearest getaway, slammed the door behind her, locked it, and then breathed.
"Slayer. What's the rush?"
Buffy stared. Her mouth fell open. She forgot to breathe. Finally, she sputted, "Sp-Spike?!"
"Yeah," he answered as nonchalantly as he looked. There was nothing predatory about him right now. He seemed almost innocent, almost as though he didn't realize that he was standing stark naked before her. Her heartbeat raced, and she started sweating harder than she had all day.
He was coming closer. Buffy pressed her back against the door, feeling as though she needed to scramble up it to escape him. He was so -- She bit her bottom lip, hard, to keep from groaning. She'd imagined him before without his clothes on, but never thought he'd look like this! "Stay over there," she demanded, which clearly, she knew with her next heartbeat, was a mistake.
"What?" he asked, grinning impishly. "Liking what you see, Slayer?" He folded his arms behind his bleached blonde head and cockily wagged himself at her. His motions were fluid, sensual --
She tried to swallow hard, but it was too late. A moan escaped her. He moved closer. "STOP!" she demanded, holding out a hand to keep him at bay. "Just stop! I've got Mister Pointy!"
His grin grew. His tongue flicked in teasing invitation over his fangs. He was a Vampire, and he did not have a soul! Buffy reminded herself sternly. He might be at an ally, at times, when she was desperate (which she was today!), but he was not to be trusted, certainly not to be fucked. "What were you thinking, Spike?! What if Dawn came in here?!"
"I wouldn't let the Nibblet see me like this!" His face fell into a scowl, and his arms dropped. "Wouldn't be naked, 'cept the bloody fuse in the AC broke, and it's my crypt. You could've knocked."
"I was running..." she said, her voice trailing off. Her heart was still beating hard, and her breathing was coming slow and ragged. Despite her best efforts, her eyes kept dropping back to that solid manhood between his long, pale legs. "I can't do this!" she blurted out suddenly. Swiftly unlocking the door, she almost tore it off of its hinges as she raced back outside. She'd much rather fight an entire army of Demons single-handedly than face that man naked!
Behind her, Spike shrunk away from the sun and heat, but then he smiled. Buffy had clearly been impressed!
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: R/M
Summary: In which Buffy gets a rather impressive surprise.
She had had a long, hard day. She just needed time to think and breath a little, figure out why she was being attacked from all sides at once. It was like a Demon convention had hit Sunnydale with the recent heat wave, and every Demon and their entire freaking clan had it out for her. She was used to being tracked and attacked as the Slayer, but these creeps weren't even giving humans a thought. It was all Buffy Buffet, or nothing!
She dove into the nearest getaway, slammed the door behind her, locked it, and then breathed.
"Slayer. What's the rush?"
Buffy stared. Her mouth fell open. She forgot to breathe. Finally, she sputted, "Sp-Spike?!"
"Yeah," he answered as nonchalantly as he looked. There was nothing predatory about him right now. He seemed almost innocent, almost as though he didn't realize that he was standing stark naked before her. Her heartbeat raced, and she started sweating harder than she had all day.
He was coming closer. Buffy pressed her back against the door, feeling as though she needed to scramble up it to escape him. He was so -- She bit her bottom lip, hard, to keep from groaning. She'd imagined him before without his clothes on, but never thought he'd look like this! "Stay over there," she demanded, which clearly, she knew with her next heartbeat, was a mistake.
"What?" he asked, grinning impishly. "Liking what you see, Slayer?" He folded his arms behind his bleached blonde head and cockily wagged himself at her. His motions were fluid, sensual --
She tried to swallow hard, but it was too late. A moan escaped her. He moved closer. "STOP!" she demanded, holding out a hand to keep him at bay. "Just stop! I've got Mister Pointy!"
His grin grew. His tongue flicked in teasing invitation over his fangs. He was a Vampire, and he did not have a soul! Buffy reminded herself sternly. He might be at an ally, at times, when she was desperate (which she was today!), but he was not to be trusted, certainly not to be fucked. "What were you thinking, Spike?! What if Dawn came in here?!"
"I wouldn't let the Nibblet see me like this!" His face fell into a scowl, and his arms dropped. "Wouldn't be naked, 'cept the bloody fuse in the AC broke, and it's my crypt. You could've knocked."
"I was running..." she said, her voice trailing off. Her heart was still beating hard, and her breathing was coming slow and ragged. Despite her best efforts, her eyes kept dropping back to that solid manhood between his long, pale legs. "I can't do this!" she blurted out suddenly. Swiftly unlocking the door, she almost tore it off of its hinges as she raced back outside. She'd much rather fight an entire army of Demons single-handedly than face that man naked!
Behind her, Spike shrunk away from the sun and heat, but then he smiled. Buffy had clearly been impressed!
The End