Love Does Not Exist
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Adult ++
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,663
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Its all a Nightmare
“Spike, Spike, Spike” She gasped, rolling her hips into him, her hands moving down to his curls and pushing him inside her further. “Spike, Spike…” Buffy’s voice was heard as Spike suddenly opened his eyes to find him tangled with the bed sheets, his own juices mixed in. He frowned, suddenly sitting up as he saw Buffy leaning over him, “Spike” She yelled. Even though she knew he was awake and saw her.
Spike looked around curiously before back up to her, “Slayer,” He growled. Pushing himself of the bed not bothering to wrap himself up he strode around his crypt in search of his clothes. She rolled her eyes. Following him around, she noticed his jeans. He whipped around hearing her close behind, scowling as he saw her have a hold of his trousers. Walking back over he grabs them. “Thank you, luv” He growled. Pulling them on he pulled the belt tightly across his stomach. “Where’s Nibblet?” He asked, growing concern about his close friend.
She frowned; she knew he wasn’t acting his normal self. “At Janice’s and its not, luv…or slayer” She turned, “Hurry up and change, Spike we are going patrolling with the gang” She looked back to him. Before around at the dimly lit room, then to the unmade bed then around to the various lit candles all shapes and sizes in the corners of the crypt. Noticing darker areas along the wall with the dampness. “Get a decorator Spike,” She moaned to herself, not caring if he heard or not.
He had heard, ignoring her comment. He grabbed his shirt and duster and pulled them on. “My tastes are not anything to do with you, they must be quite tasty and highly upgraded, as I have fallen in love with you, luv” He smirked, stepping closer, but suddenly getting the hand from Buffy. He dodged it thinking she was to hit him, but she had held it up to stop from carrying on or any closer.
She scowled; “Lets go” She whipped around and up the ladder to the higher floor, exiting the crypt quickly. He followed close behind, grabbing his leather jacket and pulling it on. Slamming the door behind them he watched her, before catching up.
She looked to her side, at him. Speeding up her pace she passed through the trees, her eyes darting to they dark sky watching the tiny stars appear. “Buffy? Would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” He asked, his voice quiet, as he already knew the answer. And yes he were right the answer was…
“NO” She shouted angrily. “Don’t you understand, I don’t have them sort of feelings for you—“ She was bout to continue when he cut in.
“Who says it’s not just a friendly gesture?” He asked a sly look plastered across her face. He quirked a brow, “I mean, we are mates aren’t we?” He asked, following close behind.
“No, I hate you Spike. I hate every bit about you, but there’s just one thing, which I can’t pin point at the moment” She moaned, pausing and looking to him.
His face turns into a frown before a look of sadness and despair. “If that’s what you want” He gave a small shrug, “I am your play toy, right?” He asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I want you to, just not have feelings for me…Get a Girlfriend” She sighed, looking around for the gang.
// People have written on the reviews, so I posted the first part of the next chapter. To show what it isver ver meant to post two of the stories. //
Spike looked around curiously before back up to her, “Slayer,” He growled. Pushing himself of the bed not bothering to wrap himself up he strode around his crypt in search of his clothes. She rolled her eyes. Following him around, she noticed his jeans. He whipped around hearing her close behind, scowling as he saw her have a hold of his trousers. Walking back over he grabs them. “Thank you, luv” He growled. Pulling them on he pulled the belt tightly across his stomach. “Where’s Nibblet?” He asked, growing concern about his close friend.
She frowned; she knew he wasn’t acting his normal self. “At Janice’s and its not, luv…or slayer” She turned, “Hurry up and change, Spike we are going patrolling with the gang” She looked back to him. Before around at the dimly lit room, then to the unmade bed then around to the various lit candles all shapes and sizes in the corners of the crypt. Noticing darker areas along the wall with the dampness. “Get a decorator Spike,” She moaned to herself, not caring if he heard or not.
He had heard, ignoring her comment. He grabbed his shirt and duster and pulled them on. “My tastes are not anything to do with you, they must be quite tasty and highly upgraded, as I have fallen in love with you, luv” He smirked, stepping closer, but suddenly getting the hand from Buffy. He dodged it thinking she was to hit him, but she had held it up to stop from carrying on or any closer.
She scowled; “Lets go” She whipped around and up the ladder to the higher floor, exiting the crypt quickly. He followed close behind, grabbing his leather jacket and pulling it on. Slamming the door behind them he watched her, before catching up.
She looked to her side, at him. Speeding up her pace she passed through the trees, her eyes darting to they dark sky watching the tiny stars appear. “Buffy? Would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” He asked, his voice quiet, as he already knew the answer. And yes he were right the answer was…
“NO” She shouted angrily. “Don’t you understand, I don’t have them sort of feelings for you—“ She was bout to continue when he cut in.
“Who says it’s not just a friendly gesture?” He asked a sly look plastered across her face. He quirked a brow, “I mean, we are mates aren’t we?” He asked, following close behind.
“No, I hate you Spike. I hate every bit about you, but there’s just one thing, which I can’t pin point at the moment” She moaned, pausing and looking to him.
His face turns into a frown before a look of sadness and despair. “If that’s what you want” He gave a small shrug, “I am your play toy, right?” He asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I want you to, just not have feelings for me…Get a Girlfriend” She sighed, looking around for the gang.
// People have written on the reviews, so I posted the first part of the next chapter. To show what it isver ver meant to post two of the stories. //