The One

Spoilers: Smashed and Wrecked
Disclaimer: I so don’t own these guys! If I did, they would not be allowed out of the house. Besides, I have no money, come on, sue me, it’d be funny.
Feedback: Um, let’s see………how about yes, please!
Notes: My first posted fic…and the first time I’ve ever done a song fic…I saw the “Making the Video” on MTV and felt that this song fit these guys SO well! I am a total B/S ‘shipper but I really think this is how they feel right now…J



After hours of tossing and turning, Buffy threw back the covers and slid out of bed. Grumbling she stalked into the bathroom and with an angry flick of her hand started the shower. Turning the water on cool. With little thought to her housemates, she turned the radio on loud and stripped. Slipping into the spray, she let the water flow over her, wishing it would take the memories that had been tramping through her mind all night with it. Closing her eyes, that same face popped into her minds eye. Sparkling blue eyes, the glowing platinum hair, razor edge cheekbones, and that patented smirk upon those oh, so sexy lips and

“Stop it! Just stop thinking about him and he’ll go away!” she scolded herself. Grabbing her bath puff, she soaped up and began scrubbing her body, as if she could scrub the remembered feel of his cool hands on her skin away.

On the radio the DJ announced the next song

“Hey, you night owls, this is all new, from the Foo Fighters, it can be found on the “Orange County” soundtrack, here is “The One”

The pounding rock, coupled with angry tones caught Buffy’s attention, and as she listened to the lyrics, she laughed, whoever wrote this song hit her and Spike, right on the head.

“Everyone makes one mistake
One more time for old times sake
One more time before the feeling fades
One that’s born of memories”


Across town…

“Bloodyl!” l!” this, just like everything else that frustrated him, was HER fault!
Spike glared down at the raging hard on that had been keeping him awake. He gave up trying to sleep and strode, nude, to the bathroom, turning the radio on as he went.

Once he had the water on high and hot, he stepped in, closing the curtain with a jerk. Leaning his forehead on the tile, he tried willing his cock down, for what must have been the hundredth time that night. When once again, it completely ignored his pleadings, he gave in and grabbed the soap.

Looking down at his bruised body, he had to grin as he remembered getting each and every one of them. It was worth it, she was worth it, even if it meant tossing off in the shower every bloody night.

The sounds of the radio came to him, making him grin even wider; he could definitely sympathize with the poor git who wrote this song

“One more bruise that you gave to me
One more test-just how much can I take?”

Each in their own thoughts, they found themselves singing along to the angry chorus and thinking how it mirrored their feelings

“You’re not the one, but you’re the only one
to make me feel like this…You’re noe one one, but you’re the only one
to make me feel like this…”


Buffy had scrubbed herself pink and the whole time, her mind keep bringing her back to the old house. The brutal kisses she had started, the feel of him touching her, his cool hands making her burn with desire. The image of him smirking up at her from his bed, hair ruffled from sleep and ….other things, came unbidden to her. Buffy felt the heat pool between her thighs, her breath quickened and she slowed her hands over her breasts, making soapy circles along her soft front. She flicked a thumb over one nipple, which rose to a hardened peak instantly. Lightning fast, image after image flashed through her mind: them kissing heatedly, her slamming him into the wall, the startled look in his eyes when she impaled herself on his cock, which changed to astonishment and under it all, his love. And as the images snaked through her memory, Buffy slid one hand between her legs, slipping first one, then two fingers into her core, the heel of her hand pressing in circles against her engorged clit. She braced herself against the shower wall and began thrusting within herself. She was so worked up over her memories that she felt the impending orgasm coming at an amazing rate. Her breath caught, her skin was heated, tingling and every muscle in her taught body clenched in anticipation. As her climax came ever closer, she let her mind wander to the farthest corner, the place she hid her darkest fantasies from herself and freed the words she’d been avoiding all night…rough with emotion, spoken in that all too familiar accent…//I’m in your system now and you’re gonna crave me, like I crave blood and the next time you come calling, if you don’t stop being such a bitch, then maybe I will bite you!// as the scars on her neck prickled, she saw him in her minds eye. He would bend his platinum head to her throat, and with a lick, his fangs would pierce the skin, ridding her of all others’ marks and then……Ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped thought her body, making her cry out

“Spiiiiike!” and she slumped under the cool spray. Her body trembling, her mind at war with itself. One half scolding, trying to remind the other that she hated him.

“He’s SO not the one for me!” She said out load …//Why not?// the other half simply asked…

“Something never meant to be
Everything you meant to me
Wake me when this punishment is done

Those who try and get away
I’m the one who gets away.
Someone is always someone else’s’ one”


Spike ran his soapy hands along his torso, threading his fingers into the short curls surrounding his penis. He began thrusting into the circle of his hands, his eyes tightly shut, He wrapped on hand around his shaft, shifting the other to grip the base, pulling the foreskin tightly back as well as squeezing his balls. Thumping his head against the shower behind him, he allowed his mind to wander to the source of his frustration. In his minds eye, he could replay every brutal punch and kick she had delivered. And with each one, his movements increased. The sound of her whimpers, as he drove himself into her had him gasping for unneeded air. He could almost imagine that his water warmed hands were hers, touching, coaxing his release from him. That she wanted him for the way he made her body cry out, for the protection he provided, for his love. //NO!// he forced his mind away from any thoughts that were more than physical reminders // I’m not going there, she made it bleeding obvious that she doesn’t need anything from me! //

“You’re not the one, but you’re the only one
to make me feel like this…You’re not the one, but you’re the only one
to make me feel like this…”


He focused on the way she had smelled, the tangy combination of her perfume and sweat, her desire overpowering it all. The salt of her skin, with its underlying taste of pure Buffy. The way her hair had fallen across his face when her buried it in the crook of her neck, how she had not pushed him away but dropped her head back, allowing him full access to her throat. She had shivered when he nipped his way along the column with blunt teeth, baring all, showing not fear, only desire. And while one day not too long ago, he would have raged against her lack of fear for him, William the Bloody, the Big Bad, now all he could do was rejoice in the knowledge that she desired him. He ran the memory of her astride him, the two of them crashing through the floor, how the impact thrust him deeper into her and the way she continued to move on him, never breaking eye contact completely unfazed. And with a final frantic tug and a wild thrust of his hips, he came, cool seed splashing across his hand. The cry of her name wrenched from his lips

“Buuuffyyy!” As he slumped against the wall, his demon spoke up from the depths of his mind, the place he kept it locked away; //You’re an idiot William, she’s not yours, and you’ll never be more than convenient to her…you’ll never be “The One”for her // and the only response he could give was a pleading //Someday, please?//

“Until the end of time
and another lie
Until the day I die
Save it up, I top for one more try”
And spent, they each dried silently and reached for the power on their radios, the final bitter words of the song washed over them

“Save it for the next goodbye

We go on again, off again, on again, offfff!

You’re not the one, but you’re the only one
to make me feel like this…You’re not the one, but you’re the only one
to make me feel like this…”