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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
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38
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Meeting
“Spike..... sorry, wasn’t paying attention.” Why was he still holding her?
“What’s the rush, Red? Another apocalypse?” She felt so good against his cold skin that he finally had to force himself to release her.
“No, I.........I just had to get out of there.” She wasn’t sure what brought forth the honesty, But he was looking at her as if he understood, like maybe he felt the same way.
“Still holding grudges, yeah?” He fell into step beside her.
“Huh? Oh no, not really just....... well, maybe, yeah. I didn’t mean to go all crazy, and I know I’ve got a problem. I’m doing my best to get better and make amends, but it’s hard to do when they keep expecting me to fail. Oh, why am I even telling you this? Not like you understand, or even care.”
She expected him to storm off in a fit of anger at her words - instead he put his arm around her waist drawing her closer as they walked. Her first thought was to brush him off, but oddly enough she found the contact reassuring, and let it be.
“We’ve got a lot more in common than you might think luv.” He'd thought she would give him the what for when he embraced her, but to his astonishment, she snuggled in closer. That was just fine with him, having her there, that close, felt....... nice. He pushed his luck and leaned in to smell her hair.
“Did you just sniff me?” What was he doing? She was almost sure he was up to something - acting all caring and understanding - but it felt good, and right now it was what she needed.
He almost let his habitual defensiveness take over, but fought it back, favoring the truth.
“Yep, completely edible.”
She came to a dead stop and turned to face him. “Chip still working?”
She didn’t look scared, just a little hesitant. Her lack of fear confirmed his. The weren’t scared of him anymore, and maybe that was okay. Didn’t really think he’d hurt any of them if he could. Well, might take a bite out of droopy boy, but just for shits and giggles.
“Well, I haven’t tested it in a while, but, far as I know. Just a bad choice of words, pet, but, hey - vampire.”
She leaned back into him and continued to walk, “So, what do I smell like?”
He took another deep breath. “Apples and spice with a hint of magic.”
“You can smell magic? I haven’t used any magic in days.”
“Don’t have to luv. It’s part of you. I can smell it just as easily as your shampoo and soap. It’s in your blood.
“What does it smell like?”
“It’s.......” Best not be too honest. “Intoxicating” Oh, what the hell, “You could bottle it and sell it as an aphrodisiac - Essence of Willow.”
“Ha - Ha, funny man.”
“So, where we going, Red?”
“Home”
“Mine or yours?”
“You’re on a roll tonight, ever consider stand-up?”
“The spotlight doesn’t do much for my complexion I’m afraid. So, it’s Friday night and you’re headed home, to what? Spend some time with the nibblet and the slayer?”
“No, Dawn’s staying with a friend for the weekend and Buffy’s on patrol. She’s been staying out later and with Dawn not there, she probably won’t be home ‘til morning.”
She’ll be home earlier than that tonight, with the lack of a playmate and all. “Red, you're not going to go home and mope. You’re going to go home, drop your things and you and I are going to the Bronze.”
He surprised himself with the order, but was even more surprised with her response.
“Okay.” Not even a trace of reluctance in her reply.
“What’s the rush, Red? Another apocalypse?” She felt so good against his cold skin that he finally had to force himself to release her.
“No, I.........I just had to get out of there.” She wasn’t sure what brought forth the honesty, But he was looking at her as if he understood, like maybe he felt the same way.
“Still holding grudges, yeah?” He fell into step beside her.
“Huh? Oh no, not really just....... well, maybe, yeah. I didn’t mean to go all crazy, and I know I’ve got a problem. I’m doing my best to get better and make amends, but it’s hard to do when they keep expecting me to fail. Oh, why am I even telling you this? Not like you understand, or even care.”
She expected him to storm off in a fit of anger at her words - instead he put his arm around her waist drawing her closer as they walked. Her first thought was to brush him off, but oddly enough she found the contact reassuring, and let it be.
“We’ve got a lot more in common than you might think luv.” He'd thought she would give him the what for when he embraced her, but to his astonishment, she snuggled in closer. That was just fine with him, having her there, that close, felt....... nice. He pushed his luck and leaned in to smell her hair.
“Did you just sniff me?” What was he doing? She was almost sure he was up to something - acting all caring and understanding - but it felt good, and right now it was what she needed.
He almost let his habitual defensiveness take over, but fought it back, favoring the truth.
“Yep, completely edible.”
She came to a dead stop and turned to face him. “Chip still working?”
She didn’t look scared, just a little hesitant. Her lack of fear confirmed his. The weren’t scared of him anymore, and maybe that was okay. Didn’t really think he’d hurt any of them if he could. Well, might take a bite out of droopy boy, but just for shits and giggles.
“Well, I haven’t tested it in a while, but, far as I know. Just a bad choice of words, pet, but, hey - vampire.”
She leaned back into him and continued to walk, “So, what do I smell like?”
He took another deep breath. “Apples and spice with a hint of magic.”
“You can smell magic? I haven’t used any magic in days.”
“Don’t have to luv. It’s part of you. I can smell it just as easily as your shampoo and soap. It’s in your blood.
“What does it smell like?”
“It’s.......” Best not be too honest. “Intoxicating” Oh, what the hell, “You could bottle it and sell it as an aphrodisiac - Essence of Willow.”
“Ha - Ha, funny man.”
“So, where we going, Red?”
“Home”
“Mine or yours?”
“You’re on a roll tonight, ever consider stand-up?”
“The spotlight doesn’t do much for my complexion I’m afraid. So, it’s Friday night and you’re headed home, to what? Spend some time with the nibblet and the slayer?”
“No, Dawn’s staying with a friend for the weekend and Buffy’s on patrol. She’s been staying out later and with Dawn not there, she probably won’t be home ‘til morning.”
She’ll be home earlier than that tonight, with the lack of a playmate and all. “Red, you're not going to go home and mope. You’re going to go home, drop your things and you and I are going to the Bronze.”
He surprised himself with the order, but was even more surprised with her response.
“Okay.” Not even a trace of reluctance in her reply.