[Challenge #408] BtVS / Spuffy — Ambiance
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Ambiance
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, some time between 6x11 “Gone” and 6x12 “Doublemeat Palace.”
Summary: Spike’s trying too hard, Buffy’s having none of that.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #408 - Fluke
Crossposted:drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Buffy slid out of the still warm sheets and slipped her clothes back on in silence, with her back to Spike.
He lit a cigarette. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Don’t get any ideas. This was just a fluke.”
He smirked, taking a drag. “It’s hardly a fluke anymore when I’ve been getting lucky for five nights in a row.”
“Sorry to rain on your lucky parade, but this means nothing,” she said curtly, finally turning to him. “So you can stop trying to impress me with the ambiance.”
When she left, he blew out the candles one by one.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, some time between 6x11 “Gone” and 6x12 “Doublemeat Palace.”
Summary: Spike’s trying too hard, Buffy’s having none of that.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #408 - Fluke
Crossposted:
drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark—
Buffy slid out of the still warm sheets and slipped her clothes back on in silence, with her back to Spike.
He lit a cigarette. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Don’t get any ideas. This was just a fluke.”
He smirked, taking a drag. “It’s hardly a fluke anymore when I’ve been getting lucky for five nights in a row.”
“Sorry to rain on your lucky parade, but this means nothing,” she said curtly, finally turning to him. “So you can stop trying to impress me with the ambiance.”
When she left, he blew out the candles one by one.
