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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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3,333
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14
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Fifth Night
Fifth Night: Would Have been Nice
“Willow called. She’ll be back tomorrow. With Faith.” Buffy told Spike in the moonlight.
“So the rogue slayer is joining our side?”
“Apparently. I hope so. She’s a heck of a fighter, when she’s on your side.”
“Well, we need all the help we can get.”
They were both discouraged. The potentials did try, but they lacked so much in the way of strength and experience. They both knew the ‘army’ had huge flaws.
“Well, I’ll probably have to descend to the basement again.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll have to share with Faith. We’re running out of room.”
Spike pressed soft kisses into her shoulder. “ So it’s all ending, our little time together.”
Tears slipped down Buffy’s cheeks. “Yeah. Over so soon.”
“Hey, hey, don’t cry. We don’t know the future. It could all...come around.” Spike rolled her to face him and kissed her tears away.
“I have a plan to get Dawn out of Sunnydale. That might keep her safe.”
“Good. She knows about the papers and all.”
“Yeah. I got a fire proof safe, in the closet. And I sent copies to Aunt Gladys in Toledo.”
“Toledo. Now there’s a hellhole.”
That made her smile, a little.
“Oh, I have to tell you about my dream. I was having it when I woke up this morning.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Was it nasty?” He looked hopeful.
“No!” She shoved him. “ Behave!” She slapped at his hands. “ It was so odd.”
Spike rolled onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. “Okay. Tell Spike your crazy dream, and I’ll tell you what it means.” He licked his lips in a way that told her the type of dream interpretation she was going to hear. She rolled her eyes.
“In my dream we had just moved to Sunnydale, because there were still boxes all over the house. Only I wasn’t starting high school, like when we really moved here. I was just starting Jr. High.”
Spike tried to imagine her at that age. Little and skinny, he suspected.
“Anyway, I had to go to the bus stop on the first day of school. And there were kids, already there. Willow, all knobby kneed. Xander with a new haircut, no taller than I was.”
“We got to talking while we waited, and found out we all had the same home room teacher.”
“‘Hey, did you move into that big green house?’” Xander asked. “‘I saw the moving truck there.’”
“‘No’,” I said “‘ We moved right down there.’” I pointed to the house. Dawn was riding her trike in the driveway. “‘That’s my little sister.’”
“Just then a kid came tearing around the corner on a skate board. He was wearing a black White Snake T shirt and really baggy pants. He had on a walkman that was so loud we could all hear it clearly. His hair was all spiked up with gel, but behind his ears it was curly and light brown. He grinned and his eyes were the bluest blue.”
“Hey there,” he said, in a British accent. “Will Ballard, here. What are your names?”
We introduced ourselves. Then Xander asked “‘Where you from?”’
“‘London. Just flew in two days ago.’” He did an impressive spin on his skateboard.
“‘I think I’m going to like Sunnydale.’”
“I would never wear baggy pants,” Spike said. “ I think we can safely interpret that as your desire to have me pantless.” He rolled on top of her, gloriously pantless, and proceeded to kiss her senseless.
Much later Spike was slumped across her, head between her breasts, eyes shut. Buffy played gently with his soft hair.
“Spikey, what color is your natural hair? I know its curly.”
“Stupid hair, I have stupid curly hair. Not tough,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, but what color?” She tugged a curl, just a little tug.
“Now, none of that. All knackered, here. It’s brown. Lightish. You know, dishwater blond .Light blond when I was a tot.”
“Like the little Spike in my dream.”
“Maybe, but the real little Spike wore suits and ties and stiff collars to school. And there wasn’t a girl around for miles.”
“You would have liked growing up in California.”
“I’d have probably got little Buffy into all sorts of trouble with her Mom.
Keeping her out too late. Trying to get to second base.”
“That would have been...nice.”
“It would have been.”
“Willow called. She’ll be back tomorrow. With Faith.” Buffy told Spike in the moonlight.
“So the rogue slayer is joining our side?”
“Apparently. I hope so. She’s a heck of a fighter, when she’s on your side.”
“Well, we need all the help we can get.”
They were both discouraged. The potentials did try, but they lacked so much in the way of strength and experience. They both knew the ‘army’ had huge flaws.
“Well, I’ll probably have to descend to the basement again.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll have to share with Faith. We’re running out of room.”
Spike pressed soft kisses into her shoulder. “ So it’s all ending, our little time together.”
Tears slipped down Buffy’s cheeks. “Yeah. Over so soon.”
“Hey, hey, don’t cry. We don’t know the future. It could all...come around.” Spike rolled her to face him and kissed her tears away.
“I have a plan to get Dawn out of Sunnydale. That might keep her safe.”
“Good. She knows about the papers and all.”
“Yeah. I got a fire proof safe, in the closet. And I sent copies to Aunt Gladys in Toledo.”
“Toledo. Now there’s a hellhole.”
That made her smile, a little.
“Oh, I have to tell you about my dream. I was having it when I woke up this morning.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Was it nasty?” He looked hopeful.
“No!” She shoved him. “ Behave!” She slapped at his hands. “ It was so odd.”
Spike rolled onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. “Okay. Tell Spike your crazy dream, and I’ll tell you what it means.” He licked his lips in a way that told her the type of dream interpretation she was going to hear. She rolled her eyes.
“In my dream we had just moved to Sunnydale, because there were still boxes all over the house. Only I wasn’t starting high school, like when we really moved here. I was just starting Jr. High.”
Spike tried to imagine her at that age. Little and skinny, he suspected.
“Anyway, I had to go to the bus stop on the first day of school. And there were kids, already there. Willow, all knobby kneed. Xander with a new haircut, no taller than I was.”
“We got to talking while we waited, and found out we all had the same home room teacher.”
“‘Hey, did you move into that big green house?’” Xander asked. “‘I saw the moving truck there.’”
“‘No’,” I said “‘ We moved right down there.’” I pointed to the house. Dawn was riding her trike in the driveway. “‘That’s my little sister.’”
“Just then a kid came tearing around the corner on a skate board. He was wearing a black White Snake T shirt and really baggy pants. He had on a walkman that was so loud we could all hear it clearly. His hair was all spiked up with gel, but behind his ears it was curly and light brown. He grinned and his eyes were the bluest blue.”
“Hey there,” he said, in a British accent. “Will Ballard, here. What are your names?”
We introduced ourselves. Then Xander asked “‘Where you from?”’
“‘London. Just flew in two days ago.’” He did an impressive spin on his skateboard.
“‘I think I’m going to like Sunnydale.’”
“I would never wear baggy pants,” Spike said. “ I think we can safely interpret that as your desire to have me pantless.” He rolled on top of her, gloriously pantless, and proceeded to kiss her senseless.
Much later Spike was slumped across her, head between her breasts, eyes shut. Buffy played gently with his soft hair.
“Spikey, what color is your natural hair? I know its curly.”
“Stupid hair, I have stupid curly hair. Not tough,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, but what color?” She tugged a curl, just a little tug.
“Now, none of that. All knackered, here. It’s brown. Lightish. You know, dishwater blond .Light blond when I was a tot.”
“Like the little Spike in my dream.”
“Maybe, but the real little Spike wore suits and ties and stiff collars to school. And there wasn’t a girl around for miles.”
“You would have liked growing up in California.”
“I’d have probably got little Buffy into all sorts of trouble with her Mom.
Keeping her out too late. Trying to get to second base.”
“That would have been...nice.”
“It would have been.”