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Title: Sunlight and Danger
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spike (implied Spuffy)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S5, during ep. 5x08 “Shadow”
Summary: Spike’s POV when he sneaks into Buffy’s bedroom.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #398 - Cliff
Crossposted:
drabble_zone,
sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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He couldn’t help it.
The Slayer had the power to send him for a bloody loop with a flip of her golden hair and he was helplessly at her mercy.
So one minute he was pacing his crypt, and the next he was hurtling through the sewers to sneak into her house, daylight be damned.
Buffy’s bedroom smelled like her—a heady mix of sunlight, danger, and something too ethereal to be named, something so unmistakably Buffy.
For a moment he stood there, stupidly still, soaking it all up.
Then he laid his eyes on a sweater draped over the chair.
Unable to resist, he touched it, just a brush of fingers before giving in to the urge to grab it. Hold it. Breathe it in.
Bloody pathetic, he thought, but he couldn’t stop himself.
She was in his head, his veins, his bloody dreams. She waltzed unbidden in his thoughts, dancing with his innermost desires, knocking him off balance with a swing of her right hook. He hated it. And he was addicted to it.
He stood at the edge of a cliff, staring down at the roaring waves of his unbridled, unbeating heart, allowing the tide to claim him.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
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Characters/Pairing: Spike (implied Spuffy)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S5, during ep. 5x08 “Shadow”
Summary: Spike’s POV when he sneaks into Buffy’s bedroom.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #398 - Cliff
Crossposted:
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He couldn’t help it.
The Slayer had the power to send him for a bloody loop with a flip of her golden hair and he was helplessly at her mercy.
So one minute he was pacing his crypt, and the next he was hurtling through the sewers to sneak into her house, daylight be damned.
Buffy’s bedroom smelled like her—a heady mix of sunlight, danger, and something too ethereal to be named, something so unmistakably Buffy.
For a moment he stood there, stupidly still, soaking it all up.
Then he laid his eyes on a sweater draped over the chair.
Unable to resist, he touched it, just a brush of fingers before giving in to the urge to grab it. Hold it. Breathe it in.
Bloody pathetic, he thought, but he couldn’t stop himself.
She was in his head, his veins, his bloody dreams. She waltzed unbidden in his thoughts, dancing with his innermost desires, knocking him off balance with a swing of her right hook. He hated it. And he was addicted to it.
He stood at the edge of a cliff, staring down at the roaring waves of his unbridled, unbeating heart, allowing the tide to claim him.
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