The Light Of Life
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,322
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,322
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Where'd ya leave the boner?
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I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: B/S taunting
Current rating: B for boner
Buffy lingered in the door way for just a second watching him with her big green eyes. After a moment, she stepped into the room and walked straight towards him. With a devilish little smile, she got to her knees in front of him and bent down to… pick up the popcorn he had spilt. Putting it on the tray, she picked it up from his lap and simply walked out the door.
God she’s hot. Was all Spike could think as he grabbed his robe and headed off towards his bathroom for a very cold shower.
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Buffy couldn’t find anything on T.V. clicking off the “telly” as the brits called it, she leaned back, stopping when she heard voices from the room next door. Slowly she got out of bed and walked toward the door, after a few moments she edged a bit closer, and then closer until finally she found her self standing in the doorway.
“…Why??” Spike was asking in a very astounded voice.
“Why what?” She had asked before she even knew what was happening.
“Oooo, B you better get back in bed before the G-man sees ya, or he’s gonna loose it.” Faith said with mock-wide eyes, making her laugh. Quickly she came up with an excuse, something about popcorn and new clothes.
As Faith left the room ranting about how Buffy called the nightgown “Fruffy,” Buffy took a good look at the bleach blonde. As Faith would put it…mmmm sex. She thought. Mentally she giggled as a devilish thought came to mind.
Walking forward, she stopped and kneeled between his legs. Slowly, with a small smirk at his wide-eyed expression, she bent over ever so slowly to… pick up the popcorn him and Faith had spilt. Putting it on the tray, she picked it up from his lap, ever so slightly brushing her hand across his very upper thigh. Turning, she all but sashayed out the door.
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Once in the hall Buffy ducked into her room blushing furiously. Oh holy god. she thought to herself, what the fuck was that?? Who the fuck was that?? Oh god… Suddenly she burst into giggles as she remembered the bulge in his pants as she left the room. Oh god. She’s turning into quite the little vixen. Buffy’s laughs trailed off as she thought of how Willow would exclaim at her actions.
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Right as Buffy’s eyes were just about over-misted, Faith came barging in with a pair of leather pants and a bright red Victorian-corset styled tank top. In her other hand was what Buffy would later describe as, “The Hot Pink Leather Tote Of Doom.” In it was every styling product Faith owned. Whether it be for hair, face, body, clothes, or even in some strange situations, car.
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Spike wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed a bottle of gel before he left the bathroom. Stepping out onto the plush carpet of the hallway, the personal party known as Faith jumped in his path.
“Hey Big Brother,” she said affectionately punching him in the arm. “Where’d ya leave the boner?” She giggled. Spike glared and started to go around, when she jumped in front of him. Suddenly it clicked, Faith wanted something from him. Well that’s delightful he smirked down at her but after that boner comment, she won’t be getting anything.
“Buffy and I,” Faith said sweetly, drawing his attention with the name. “Were wondering if you would like to go clubbing with us tonight.” She grinned. She and Spike both knew the only reason she was asking was because he could actually get them in. Up until recently Spike thought that had given him the power. But a few weeks ago when he was going out, he had turned her down, only to see her a few hours later dancing in the middle of one of London’s hottest clubs. It was then that he realized that Faith only asked him to take her so she wouldn’t have to go through the complicated flirting, lying, or sneaking procedures. That and she wouldn’t have to ride the bus for a half hour looking like a hooker.
Right as Spike was about to say no, and let her find her own way in, Buffy stepped out of her bedroom looking like hot-rock heaven with the tight leather pants, and low cut tank top. Her hair was arranged in a sexy blond haze and her make up screamed fuck-me-sweet. Feeling a familiar tingle, Spike quickly walked into his room and slammed the door while giving Faith a quick okay.
AN:
Spike and Buffy are going dancing.
Well, with Faith, but we all know
how great of a supervisor she is
right?
This will most likely be my only
update this weekend.
Review me fast and hard.
I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: B/S taunting
Current rating: B for boner
Buffy lingered in the door way for just a second watching him with her big green eyes. After a moment, she stepped into the room and walked straight towards him. With a devilish little smile, she got to her knees in front of him and bent down to… pick up the popcorn he had spilt. Putting it on the tray, she picked it up from his lap and simply walked out the door.
God she’s hot. Was all Spike could think as he grabbed his robe and headed off towards his bathroom for a very cold shower.
******************************
Buffy couldn’t find anything on T.V. clicking off the “telly” as the brits called it, she leaned back, stopping when she heard voices from the room next door. Slowly she got out of bed and walked toward the door, after a few moments she edged a bit closer, and then closer until finally she found her self standing in the doorway.
“…Why??” Spike was asking in a very astounded voice.
“Why what?” She had asked before she even knew what was happening.
“Oooo, B you better get back in bed before the G-man sees ya, or he’s gonna loose it.” Faith said with mock-wide eyes, making her laugh. Quickly she came up with an excuse, something about popcorn and new clothes.
As Faith left the room ranting about how Buffy called the nightgown “Fruffy,” Buffy took a good look at the bleach blonde. As Faith would put it…mmmm sex. She thought. Mentally she giggled as a devilish thought came to mind.
Walking forward, she stopped and kneeled between his legs. Slowly, with a small smirk at his wide-eyed expression, she bent over ever so slowly to… pick up the popcorn him and Faith had spilt. Putting it on the tray, she picked it up from his lap, ever so slightly brushing her hand across his very upper thigh. Turning, she all but sashayed out the door.
******************************
Once in the hall Buffy ducked into her room blushing furiously. Oh holy god. she thought to herself, what the fuck was that?? Who the fuck was that?? Oh god… Suddenly she burst into giggles as she remembered the bulge in his pants as she left the room. Oh god. She’s turning into quite the little vixen. Buffy’s laughs trailed off as she thought of how Willow would exclaim at her actions.
******************************
Right as Buffy’s eyes were just about over-misted, Faith came barging in with a pair of leather pants and a bright red Victorian-corset styled tank top. In her other hand was what Buffy would later describe as, “The Hot Pink Leather Tote Of Doom.” In it was every styling product Faith owned. Whether it be for hair, face, body, clothes, or even in some strange situations, car.
******************************
Spike wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed a bottle of gel before he left the bathroom. Stepping out onto the plush carpet of the hallway, the personal party known as Faith jumped in his path.
“Hey Big Brother,” she said affectionately punching him in the arm. “Where’d ya leave the boner?” She giggled. Spike glared and started to go around, when she jumped in front of him. Suddenly it clicked, Faith wanted something from him. Well that’s delightful he smirked down at her but after that boner comment, she won’t be getting anything.
“Buffy and I,” Faith said sweetly, drawing his attention with the name. “Were wondering if you would like to go clubbing with us tonight.” She grinned. She and Spike both knew the only reason she was asking was because he could actually get them in. Up until recently Spike thought that had given him the power. But a few weeks ago when he was going out, he had turned her down, only to see her a few hours later dancing in the middle of one of London’s hottest clubs. It was then that he realized that Faith only asked him to take her so she wouldn’t have to go through the complicated flirting, lying, or sneaking procedures. That and she wouldn’t have to ride the bus for a half hour looking like a hooker.
Right as Spike was about to say no, and let her find her own way in, Buffy stepped out of her bedroom looking like hot-rock heaven with the tight leather pants, and low cut tank top. Her hair was arranged in a sexy blond haze and her make up screamed fuck-me-sweet. Feeling a familiar tingle, Spike quickly walked into his room and slammed the door while giving Faith a quick okay.
AN:
Spike and Buffy are going dancing.
Well, with Faith, but we all know
how great of a supervisor she is
right?
This will most likely be my only
update this weekend.
Review me fast and hard.