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anythingdrabbleTitle: Scars
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple
Summary: Spike honors Buffy’s battle wounds
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #229 - Perfect [Amnesty Week]
Crossposted:100words, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
Also for: Sweetheart Bingo [square #2: Perfect] by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
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Buffy’s eyes fluttered open in the lazy afterglow of lovemaking as Spike was tracing his lips along the scars on her body, slowly and devotedly, one by one.
She caressed his head, raking a hand in his tousled curls. “You didn’t develop some kind of scar fetish, did you?” she asked, arching her brow.
“Just honoring your battle wounds, luv,” he said, looking up at her from her belly. “They’re a testament to your fights against the forces of darkness and I love ’em all. Perfect imperfections making your beauty even more precious.”
Buffy smiled. “How poetic of you, William.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple
Summary: Spike honors Buffy’s battle wounds
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #229 - Perfect [Amnesty Week]
Crossposted:
100words, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark Also for: Sweetheart Bingo [square #2: Perfect] by
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Buffy’s eyes fluttered open in the lazy afterglow of lovemaking as Spike was tracing his lips along the scars on her body, slowly and devotedly, one by one.
She caressed his head, raking a hand in his tousled curls. “You didn’t develop some kind of scar fetish, did you?” she asked, arching her brow.
“Just honoring your battle wounds, luv,” he said, looking up at her from her belly. “They’re a testament to your fights against the forces of darkness and I love ’em all. Perfect imperfections making your beauty even more precious.”
Buffy smiled. “How poetic of you, William.”
