Xander's Diary
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,613
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Entry 2
Okay, I am at work and I just couldn't keep it inside, wrote it without dictionary or spell checker, sorry for mistakes.
Entry 2
So, congrats to myself.
I wracked the fucking car.
MY fucking car.
Total destruction.
Why?
Don’t fucking ask!
But I will write it down anyway.
It’s not that I could talk about this with Anya.
She would just interrupt me
after a few words
and complain about money
we – she
lost through this.
It’s all Spike’s fault.
Pffft.
Okay, it’s not entirely right.
I was the one
transfixed
by his long fingers
closed
around the gear leveler.
Yes, I was driving.
Yes, I should have shifted gears by myself.
Yes, I was telephoning while driving.
Yes, Spike was so kind to shift gears for me.
When his pale slim hand
gripped
the leather clad stick
hard,
working it
expertly
with short
controlled
shoves...
I just lost it.
The mobile phone slid out of my
suddenly numb hands,
felt down between our seats,
we both tried to pick it up,
we knocked heads
and the last thing
I remember is
Spike pulling me towards him,
protecting me
with his own body.
When I woke up,
Spike’s scent was
surrounding,
overwhelming me.
Everything was silent,
the night air chilling.
Trembling, nearly sobbing
in fear
to just wake up from
another damn daydream of mine,
I opened my eyes.
Blue,
dark as an ocean before dawn,
a wave crashing over - into me.
Concerned.
Caring.
One hand held my head still,
the other was
sliding
over my torso,
I still pretend
it was not just a search for broken ribs.
Touching.
Caressing.
I moaned.
Loud.
Wantingly.
“Ssh, Xan.” He whispered,
his thumb stroking my cheek.
My name in his rough timbre,
accent making it sound...
precious.
How was I supposed to stay silent?
Eyes still locked with his.
I moaned again,
exaggerating
in his ears,
begging in mine.
He smiled down at me,
mocking me good naturally.
“Don’t be such a baby,
the Gask’ha demon last week
hit you harder than this
and you didn’t say anything!”
He remembers *that*?
Fuck, doctor’s comin’.
Hate hospitals.
X
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