Human?
By PassionFish
An Interlude: Interrupted
"This
really isn't funny." Buffy
murmured, as she hung on as tightly as she could, to the tree branch above her,
while her half-naked lover finished off the last of three vamps who had so
rudely interrupted them just moments before.
"Are
you coming down from there, love?"
Spike peered up at the half-naked Buffy as the last one turned to dust.
She
sighed then let go. Spike caught her,
typical damsel in distress style. Buffy
placed one hand over her heart dramatically, "My hero!" She breathed. Spike chuckled, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Buffy moaned, pressing her body as much into
his as she could.
The
ex-vampire was about to pin her against the tree that had acted as her
hide-away when they heard stupidly loud voices, not too far away.
"Bloody
Hell!" Spike growled when the Slayer
began pushing at him to put her down.
He did so, grudgingly. He
watched as she scampered to her clothing and he pulled on his black t-shirt,
retracting his duster from the ground.
Buffy
grabbed her top from the grass, pulling it over her head just as Willow and
Xander rounded the corner.
"Buffy,
Spike, hi!" Willow greeted,
walking forward to the slightly rumpled Slayer who was standing directly in
front of Spike.
"What
are you guys doing here?" Buffy
asked through a smile that was so fake that she was sure that they’d see past
it.
"Just
passing through." Xander said ,
indicating to the other end of the cemetery.
"We were heading for the Bronze, wanna come with?"
Spike
pushed his erection into the Slayer's backside and Buffy swallowed heavily,
"Nah, Giles'd kill me if I didn't finish patrol...again. And anyway, I'm in a fighting mood,
so..." She tried in as light a
voice as she could.
"Ah,
come on Buff." Xander said,
walking forward and pulling the Slayer away from Spike. The ex-vampire had to physically restrain
his instinctive reaction of pulling her back against him.
Buffy
looked helplessly up at her friends’ faces, "Guys, I really
should..."
"What’s
one night?" Willow asked, taking
her other arm; guiding her further away from the tree. "Besides, Spike can finish the patrol -
he has to anyway." Willow grinned
and the Slayer found herself hard pressed not to return the smile.
Buffy
must have looked ready to give in because Spike shot her a angry look over the
witch and whelp's shoulders.
Buffy
sighed. How was she going to get out of
this one?
Fortunately,
she was saved by the arrival of several vampires. Shaking off her friend's arms, she rushed back to Spike, who was
holding his own against the four.
Retracting her stake, she immediately grabbed one, pulling him from the
circle. As he was bent backwards she
slammed the wood into his unprotected chest.
Apparently, she'd been noticed and one of the remaining three moved away
from Spike, advancing on the Slayer.
With
an agitated sigh, Buffy fell into a fighting stance. This one was older. Not as
old as Spike but not a fledgling.
Backhand, side kick, duck, sweep of feet, crouch and plunge. Apparently not a 'good' older one.
Buffy
stood to find Spike waving away the dust of the final vamp. She nodded to his silent question that she
was okay.
Her
eyes moved to her friends who were waiting for them.
"Shit." Buffy whispered.
"Shit." Spike agreed and followed her and her
friends to the Bronze.