Not-So-Pleasant Buffy
By
PassionFish
Time
Line: Set at the very end of the S5
episode where Glory beats Spike up!
Mild spoilers for previous episodes.
Rating:
A [NC-17]
Nominations: Go here…yep, this fic actually got some!
Disclaimer: See page
Feedback: Please do…..but be gentle, this was one of
my first fics! morbiddesiresbypassionfish@hotmail.com
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Prologue
“But why?” Buffy-bot asked,
frowning in confusion as she moved closer to the sarcophagus that Spike was
sitting upon. Spike sighed, wincing
from his injuries.
He looked down at the floor before back up at the robot who wore the
face of the woman he loved, “Because Buffy…uh, the real not-so-pleasant
Buffy. If anything happened to Dawn,
it’d destroy her. And I couldn’t live with
it being my fault - her being in so much pain.
I’d die first…nearly bloody did.”
He coughed slightly, “And they say demons can’t love!”
Buffy-bot frowned deeper and Spike looked to the floor, his injuries
getting more and more painful the longer he was awake. She opened her mouth then shut it a couple
of times as she registered his words…and what they meant. A small smile passed her eyes, “Oh.” She moved forward slightly, pressing her
lips to Spike’s.
Part One
The
vampire closed his eyes, imagining for a moment that there was a heartbeat in
the girl he was kissing. Letting go of
the image the vampire was shocked when he could still hear the heartbeat, a
sound that was quickening with every second the kiss continued.
*Whah? It couldn’t be…* He moved away slightly, his
battered eyes looking at the girl in front of him in shock. Spike watched in consternation as one of the
hands of the apparently, alive girl came up to touch his cheek.
Buffy
watched with shocked tenderness as he closed his eyes and leant into her
touch. She smiled slightly, pressing
her lips back to his, her arms wrapping gently around his shoulders. As his legs separated she moved in between
them, leaning against the tomb as his tongue tentatively touched her lips. They opened under his gentle asking and his
tongue moved carefully inside her mouth to tenderly play with hers. As he felt her sag against him Spike’s arms
moved around the Slayer holding her too him.
He sighed against her lips as she moaned, she was here, in his arms,
kissing him and it wasn’t…*Oh Bugger!
This is a dream! *
Buffy
felt Spike tense and she lifted her mouth from his, thinking it was probably
from his injuries. She blushed slightly
as she met his aroused gaze, but gathering up her courage said, “Where’s your
bed?”
Spike
smiled sexily, despite the fact it was a dream and took her hand leading her
carefully down to where his bed resided.
The
Slayer lay down and Spike lay next to her.
She pressed her lips to his briefly before pulling away, “You need to
sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Buffy
turned in his embrace and Spike spooned her into his chest. The Slayer smiled as she heard the vampire
begin to purr and while she promised herself she wouldn’t fall asleep, the
comfy bed and recently large workload removed her from the land of the woken
ones. Enclosed in the surprising warmth
of the four-poster bed in the crypt, the Slayer and vampire slept, feeling at
peace despite their pains…both internal and external.
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