All the Way and Then Some
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Needles and Pins
Thanks to MarzBar, Aisling, Jessica, holly, shelly, Rachel, greyangel and holly again.
“Needles and Pins”
Buffy decided to go home and confront Willow on the whole ordeal. She was totally in the zone for confrontation, and she had her mind set on a serious conversation with the Red head. So how did all of a sudden, sitting there with Willow in her mom’s old room on her mom’s old bed did she become meek and timid? All with the stuttering and the un-sureness of herself? She couldn’t seem to focus, and how to say what was on her mind. Then Amy (who was no longer a rat) came in asking about cookies.
So maybe Willow did do too much magic, but she thought she was doing the right thing. Bringing Buffy back from a “hell” dimension, putting Amy back into her human form… Buffy decided to save that whole “confrontational” conversation thingy for another day, and promptly went downstairs.
“Hmm. Good cookies.” Amy said to her with a smile, flicking the channels on TV. See Buffy? Total goodness here. It’s not like I can blame Willow if her spell went a little kablooey on me, and I’m not quite human… Or can I? She really didn’t mean any harm and... Buffy's train of a thought abruptly ended when she saw on the news about a man that had been frozen solid. Looks like there’s a new demon in town. With that in mind, she headed out.
Distractions. That was the one thing that was so great about the little town of Sunnydale. There was always something to distract you from your own problems. It was times like this where she got to be detective/slayer, and didn’t have time to think of how she may or may not be totally human. Thank goodness for frost monster demony thingies. Of course, when her mind was all focused on finding this new predator that likes diamonds, she came across Spike, who never lets her forget anything.
“Hey pet. Thought you’d be here.”
“I don’t have time for this right now, Spike.” She said as she continued to walk, picking up the pace a little.
“Time for what, exactly? Haven’t you heard? Potential new demon is out and about.” He said, falling into step beside her. Damn him and his long legs…
“Yea? Well, it’s not your concern. This is my territory. Slayer, remember?”
“And since when is it solely your territory, Slayer? I hunt demons too.” She stopped walking and turned to face him with.
“And why is that, Spikey? You’re a vampire, nothing more. You should play on your own team.” She said in an accusatory tone, desperate for him to just leave her alone.
“Don’t get all snippy at me luv, just cause you don’t know what team it is you play for anymore.” On her crestfallen look, he looked heavenward and heaved a sigh.
“Look, Buffy, you take a jab at me, I take one back. It’s involuntary, really. I didn’t mean it. Maybe- maybe the chip just malfunctions every once in awhile anyway, so I could be wrong.” He cupped her cheek, and she didn’t turn away. “I just don’t get why you love taking all your frustrations out on me so much. I didn’t do this. So why are you blaming me?” She gave him major pouty lip, and he remembered feeling drawn to her after the effects of that silly engagement spell. Oh right; Willow again…
“Because you make me feel less normal, Spike. We don’t belong together. And I may or may not be human at the moment, so having a vamp boyfriend is not looking like such a good idea.”
“Boyfriend?” He asked quietly, hopefully.
“You know what I meant.” She said agitatedly, pulling away from him and rubbing at her cloth covered neck. He did his infamous head tilt as he eyed her.
“And what’s that about, then?”
“What?”
“You and all the turtle necks, Summers. You seem to have quite a taste for them. Or is that your way of hiding some more?” He could see her jaws clicking from grinding her teeth.
“You know why. You didn’t even ask me, and—"
“Oh, come now. It’s no big deal. S’not the first, second, or even third time that’s happened. And I didn’t use my fangs on either occasion.”
“Yea, but you could have. And FYI, when I was brought back, all of those scars were gone. I don’t want any new ones from anybody.”
“Pfft.”
“Pfft? Pfft what?” He stepped closer and into her personal space with that infuriating (okay, so it was totally sexy) smirk of his.
“'Pfft’ as in you knew you liked it— a lot. I could smell how much you liked it. And I could hear all those lil’ panting noises you were making. You wanted more.” Pissed as all hell that he was right, she went back to her former ways of dealing with him and popped him in the nose before stomping away.
“No worries, Slayer. I know what you crave. Sooner or later, you’ll have it your way.” And I’ll have mine too he thought.
“God, Spike! You so watch too much TV!” She yelled without turning around. He merely smirked in reply.
A/N: Okay, wasn't so sure bout this chapter, so review and let me know what you think cause this will effect the outcome of the end of my version of "Smashed," so please, pretty please with a cherry on top review.
“Needles and Pins”
Buffy decided to go home and confront Willow on the whole ordeal. She was totally in the zone for confrontation, and she had her mind set on a serious conversation with the Red head. So how did all of a sudden, sitting there with Willow in her mom’s old room on her mom’s old bed did she become meek and timid? All with the stuttering and the un-sureness of herself? She couldn’t seem to focus, and how to say what was on her mind. Then Amy (who was no longer a rat) came in asking about cookies.
So maybe Willow did do too much magic, but she thought she was doing the right thing. Bringing Buffy back from a “hell” dimension, putting Amy back into her human form… Buffy decided to save that whole “confrontational” conversation thingy for another day, and promptly went downstairs.
“Hmm. Good cookies.” Amy said to her with a smile, flicking the channels on TV. See Buffy? Total goodness here. It’s not like I can blame Willow if her spell went a little kablooey on me, and I’m not quite human… Or can I? She really didn’t mean any harm and... Buffy's train of a thought abruptly ended when she saw on the news about a man that had been frozen solid. Looks like there’s a new demon in town. With that in mind, she headed out.
Distractions. That was the one thing that was so great about the little town of Sunnydale. There was always something to distract you from your own problems. It was times like this where she got to be detective/slayer, and didn’t have time to think of how she may or may not be totally human. Thank goodness for frost monster demony thingies. Of course, when her mind was all focused on finding this new predator that likes diamonds, she came across Spike, who never lets her forget anything.
“Hey pet. Thought you’d be here.”
“I don’t have time for this right now, Spike.” She said as she continued to walk, picking up the pace a little.
“Time for what, exactly? Haven’t you heard? Potential new demon is out and about.” He said, falling into step beside her. Damn him and his long legs…
“Yea? Well, it’s not your concern. This is my territory. Slayer, remember?”
“And since when is it solely your territory, Slayer? I hunt demons too.” She stopped walking and turned to face him with.
“And why is that, Spikey? You’re a vampire, nothing more. You should play on your own team.” She said in an accusatory tone, desperate for him to just leave her alone.
“Don’t get all snippy at me luv, just cause you don’t know what team it is you play for anymore.” On her crestfallen look, he looked heavenward and heaved a sigh.
“Look, Buffy, you take a jab at me, I take one back. It’s involuntary, really. I didn’t mean it. Maybe- maybe the chip just malfunctions every once in awhile anyway, so I could be wrong.” He cupped her cheek, and she didn’t turn away. “I just don’t get why you love taking all your frustrations out on me so much. I didn’t do this. So why are you blaming me?” She gave him major pouty lip, and he remembered feeling drawn to her after the effects of that silly engagement spell. Oh right; Willow again…
“Because you make me feel less normal, Spike. We don’t belong together. And I may or may not be human at the moment, so having a vamp boyfriend is not looking like such a good idea.”
“Boyfriend?” He asked quietly, hopefully.
“You know what I meant.” She said agitatedly, pulling away from him and rubbing at her cloth covered neck. He did his infamous head tilt as he eyed her.
“And what’s that about, then?”
“What?”
“You and all the turtle necks, Summers. You seem to have quite a taste for them. Or is that your way of hiding some more?” He could see her jaws clicking from grinding her teeth.
“You know why. You didn’t even ask me, and—"
“Oh, come now. It’s no big deal. S’not the first, second, or even third time that’s happened. And I didn’t use my fangs on either occasion.”
“Yea, but you could have. And FYI, when I was brought back, all of those scars were gone. I don’t want any new ones from anybody.”
“Pfft.”
“Pfft? Pfft what?” He stepped closer and into her personal space with that infuriating (okay, so it was totally sexy) smirk of his.
“'Pfft’ as in you knew you liked it— a lot. I could smell how much you liked it. And I could hear all those lil’ panting noises you were making. You wanted more.” Pissed as all hell that he was right, she went back to her former ways of dealing with him and popped him in the nose before stomping away.
“No worries, Slayer. I know what you crave. Sooner or later, you’ll have it your way.” And I’ll have mine too he thought.
“God, Spike! You so watch too much TV!” She yelled without turning around. He merely smirked in reply.
A/N: Okay, wasn't so sure bout this chapter, so review and let me know what you think cause this will effect the outcome of the end of my version of "Smashed," so please, pretty please with a cherry on top review.