Title: Up All Night
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple
Summary: Happy anniversary
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #322 - Lace
Crossposted:
drabble_zone,
emotion100, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike opened the door and walked into the dark foyer.
He hung his duster, tossed his SFPD badge into the throw-all tray, and toed off his boots before padding upstairs.
Buffy wasn’t on Slayer training duty that week and he thought she had already turned in, so he was a little surprised when he saw a sliver of dim, flickering light coming from their bedroom door.
A quick glance at the wall clock told him it was almost 1 a.m. and that she’d probably stayed up waiting for him; it was past midnight, so it was officially their anniversary.
The sensual vision awaiting him was breathtaking. Burning candles cast a golden glow on Buffy, who lay on the bed wearing a green velvety negligée with black lace at the hem and abdomen. Countless rose petals were scattered all around her.
“Happy anniversary, Spike. I thought we could start celebrating right away,” she said sultrily, patting the mattress next to her.
Spike strode to the bed taking off his clothes and lay next to her. “Mmh, velvet and lace… my favorite.”
“I hope you had a slow shift at the Supernatural Division, ’cause I’m gonna keep you up all night.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple
Summary: Happy anniversary
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #322 - Lace
Crossposted:
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Spike opened the door and walked into the dark foyer.
He hung his duster, tossed his SFPD badge into the throw-all tray, and toed off his boots before padding upstairs.
Buffy wasn’t on Slayer training duty that week and he thought she had already turned in, so he was a little surprised when he saw a sliver of dim, flickering light coming from their bedroom door.
A quick glance at the wall clock told him it was almost 1 a.m. and that she’d probably stayed up waiting for him; it was past midnight, so it was officially their anniversary.
The sensual vision awaiting him was breathtaking. Burning candles cast a golden glow on Buffy, who lay on the bed wearing a green velvety negligée with black lace at the hem and abdomen. Countless rose petals were scattered all around her.
“Happy anniversary, Spike. I thought we could start celebrating right away,” she said sultrily, patting the mattress next to her.
Spike strode to the bed taking off his clothes and lay next to her. “Mmh, velvet and lace… my favorite.”
“I hope you had a slow shift at the Supernatural Division, ’cause I’m gonna keep you up all night.”