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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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1,873
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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Misunderstandings
Disclaimer: Joss is God. All hail Joss.
Author's Notes: Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams and words in ^'s are flashbacks. For any other information, see chapter one.
Chapter Two: Misunderstandings
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"I'm sorry about this, pet," Spike said, glancing sideways at the young woman who stood beside him. They were standing in the doorway of a hotel room, staring at the large king sized bed that loomed before them.
The vampire silently cursed his bad luck. He'd finally convinced her it would be better to stay somewhere other than Angel's, merely to find that the only availability within thirty miles was the honeymoon suite at a fairly up-scale hotel. Not that Spike minded staying in the lap of luxury for a week. Anything was better than the crypt. However, he was worried that his companion would rather stay at his sires than share a bed with h
T
Tara swallowed, her mind whirling around. Of all of the weeks that she had to come to LA, it had to be during an enormous convention of something or other. Now, she was faced with the choice of sleeping next to Spike, or down the hall from a vampire that she didn't know. Spike was definitely the lesser of the two evils.
"I-It's okay, Spike. We can share a bed, no problem," she tried to assure him. However, she couldn't convince herself. For some reason, the thought of lying beside the bleached blonde vampire caused her stomach to do flip-flops.
Spike grinned, "You sure about that, pet?" he asked silkily, his blue eyes dancing.
The witch inhaled sharply, terrified that she'd spoken her thoughts aloud. She peered at him with wide eyes, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel the blush staining her cheeks.
"H-Huh?" she managed to stammer out.
His smirk grew, silently wondering what had gotten her so flustered. "Are you sure we can share a bed? Wouldn't want to make Red jealous," he repeated.
Tara sighed in relief. "Oh." Finally, she comprehended what he'd implied. Then, she decided to do something very out of character for the image that he had of her.
Facing him, she put her best sexy smile on. "I don't know, Spike, you might be right. 'Red' and I aren't together anymore. I may not be able to ignore these urges if you're that close," she said in a breathy voice, taking a step toward him. Slowly, she stood on her tiptoes, her mouth inches from his ear, and whispered, "Maybe you should sleep on the floor."
Spike wasn't sure whether he wanted to kiss her, or hit her. As her rich laughter filled the room, he growled softly, not very amused with being at the receiving end of the innuendoes. She stepped away, grinning coyly at him.
"Ha, bloody, ha," he stated flatly.
Tara sobered up, then snapped, "Well, if you hadn't started it, I wouldn't have said anything."
He snarled, his demon raging at the way she spoke to him. Faster than she could see, he grabbed her upper arms, pressing her into the door. He shook her slightly, surprised when the chip didn't go off.
"Watch it, witch. I'm not one of your little chums. It would do you good to remember that," he raged, his eyes flickering from blue to yellow.
She swallowed, fear filling her. He was right. For a minute there, she'd forgotten that she was talking to William the Bloody, an infamous killer, and not someone to be taken lightly.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Spike," she whispered, looking down, her hair covering her face.
The act of submission hadn't gone unnoticed by the vampire. Quickly, he released her, taking a step back. Damn it. He'd wanted to frighten her, sure. However, he didn't want her crawling back into that shell of hers.
"It's alright, luv. I'm just not used to you being so playful. Thought you were being condescending," he sighed, turning away to collect himself. He was turning into the poof, plain and simple. Now he was feeling guilty for scaring a mortal!
A moment of silence passed between the two. Then, Spike felt a hand on his arm. He looked up, staring into her eyes. She looked so sad. He'd noticed that earlier. Even when she was smiling, the witch always had a tinge of sorrow in her eyes. As if her very soul had been damaged long ago and had never fully recovered.
"I would never tease your demon like that, Spike. What happened to you isn't right and it isn't fair. The last thing that I want to do is remind you of it," she spoke softly, part of her terrified that he would take offence to what she was saying, believing she was pitying him.
He nodded mutely, smiling once more. "Well, that's good to know. Maybe I won't eat you when I get this bloody chip removed," he exclaimed. Then, he took her hand. "Now, what do you say we go get you a bite to eat, then head over to the Poof's."
They left the hotel, heading to a nearby diner. Once the meal was over, the duo got into the car.
Spike glanced at her as he started the engine. "You ready to go meet Peaches and his merry band of do-gooders?" he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
Tara shrugged, a slight tinge of fear filling her at the thought of Angel. Although she rationally knew that he had a soul, she couldn't escape the feeling that something awful was coming. Something that involved a freed Angelus and herself.
As the car headed pulled up in front of the Hyperion Hotel, she made a mental note not to anger Spike anymore. Because, if the dreams that she'd been having for the past month came true, and they always did, she knew she was going to need him when everything fell apart. Her life was going to depend on it.
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Author's Notes: Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams and words in ^'s are flashbacks. For any other information, see chapter one.
Chapter Two: Misunderstandings
******
"I'm sorry about this, pet," Spike said, glancing sideways at the young woman who stood beside him. They were standing in the doorway of a hotel room, staring at the large king sized bed that loomed before them.
The vampire silently cursed his bad luck. He'd finally convinced her it would be better to stay somewhere other than Angel's, merely to find that the only availability within thirty miles was the honeymoon suite at a fairly up-scale hotel. Not that Spike minded staying in the lap of luxury for a week. Anything was better than the crypt. However, he was worried that his companion would rather stay at his sires than share a bed with h
T
Tara swallowed, her mind whirling around. Of all of the weeks that she had to come to LA, it had to be during an enormous convention of something or other. Now, she was faced with the choice of sleeping next to Spike, or down the hall from a vampire that she didn't know. Spike was definitely the lesser of the two evils.
"I-It's okay, Spike. We can share a bed, no problem," she tried to assure him. However, she couldn't convince herself. For some reason, the thought of lying beside the bleached blonde vampire caused her stomach to do flip-flops.
Spike grinned, "You sure about that, pet?" he asked silkily, his blue eyes dancing.
The witch inhaled sharply, terrified that she'd spoken her thoughts aloud. She peered at him with wide eyes, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel the blush staining her cheeks.
"H-Huh?" she managed to stammer out.
His smirk grew, silently wondering what had gotten her so flustered. "Are you sure we can share a bed? Wouldn't want to make Red jealous," he repeated.
Tara sighed in relief. "Oh." Finally, she comprehended what he'd implied. Then, she decided to do something very out of character for the image that he had of her.
Facing him, she put her best sexy smile on. "I don't know, Spike, you might be right. 'Red' and I aren't together anymore. I may not be able to ignore these urges if you're that close," she said in a breathy voice, taking a step toward him. Slowly, she stood on her tiptoes, her mouth inches from his ear, and whispered, "Maybe you should sleep on the floor."
Spike wasn't sure whether he wanted to kiss her, or hit her. As her rich laughter filled the room, he growled softly, not very amused with being at the receiving end of the innuendoes. She stepped away, grinning coyly at him.
"Ha, bloody, ha," he stated flatly.
Tara sobered up, then snapped, "Well, if you hadn't started it, I wouldn't have said anything."
He snarled, his demon raging at the way she spoke to him. Faster than she could see, he grabbed her upper arms, pressing her into the door. He shook her slightly, surprised when the chip didn't go off.
"Watch it, witch. I'm not one of your little chums. It would do you good to remember that," he raged, his eyes flickering from blue to yellow.
She swallowed, fear filling her. He was right. For a minute there, she'd forgotten that she was talking to William the Bloody, an infamous killer, and not someone to be taken lightly.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Spike," she whispered, looking down, her hair covering her face.
The act of submission hadn't gone unnoticed by the vampire. Quickly, he released her, taking a step back. Damn it. He'd wanted to frighten her, sure. However, he didn't want her crawling back into that shell of hers.
"It's alright, luv. I'm just not used to you being so playful. Thought you were being condescending," he sighed, turning away to collect himself. He was turning into the poof, plain and simple. Now he was feeling guilty for scaring a mortal!
A moment of silence passed between the two. Then, Spike felt a hand on his arm. He looked up, staring into her eyes. She looked so sad. He'd noticed that earlier. Even when she was smiling, the witch always had a tinge of sorrow in her eyes. As if her very soul had been damaged long ago and had never fully recovered.
"I would never tease your demon like that, Spike. What happened to you isn't right and it isn't fair. The last thing that I want to do is remind you of it," she spoke softly, part of her terrified that he would take offence to what she was saying, believing she was pitying him.
He nodded mutely, smiling once more. "Well, that's good to know. Maybe I won't eat you when I get this bloody chip removed," he exclaimed. Then, he took her hand. "Now, what do you say we go get you a bite to eat, then head over to the Poof's."
They left the hotel, heading to a nearby diner. Once the meal was over, the duo got into the car.
Spike glanced at her as he started the engine. "You ready to go meet Peaches and his merry band of do-gooders?" he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
Tara shrugged, a slight tinge of fear filling her at the thought of Angel. Although she rationally knew that he had a soul, she couldn't escape the feeling that something awful was coming. Something that involved a freed Angelus and herself.
As the car headed pulled up in front of the Hyperion Hotel, she made a mental note not to anger Spike anymore. Because, if the dreams that she'd been having for the past month came true, and they always did, she knew she was going to need him when everything fell apart. Her life was going to depend on it.
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