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Mount the Flag

Title: Mount the Flag
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike: Harlot's Movie Theater: Sleeping with the Enemy and Flying the Flag
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,072
Date Written: 20 February, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.




Her skin feels blistered as she enters her bedroom tonight despite her lack of exposure to actual sunlight. Her clothes are sticking to her, and she can't wait to peel them off and step into a nice, cool shower. It's been a long night, but a good one. She actually got to see some fireworks earlier with her friends and without any present danger. She even managed to drag Giles to the beach for the Independence Day celebration and still dust that nest of Vampires tonight.

She stills when her light switch doesn't flick on. She tries it several more times, but her room remains dark. "Slayer." The husky voice snaps her green eyes to the far corner. A hand whose touch she knows well reaches out and flares a candle to life.

"Spike," Buffy snaps, "I thought I told you not to come here again."

"You did, pet, but you didn't mean it, did you? Not really. You never mean it for long."

"Yes," she seethes through teeth suddenly gritted, "I did." She doesn't need this, not tonight, not with her sister sleeping in the next room! She starts to edge out of her own bedroom.

"Just like you Americans," Spike tosses at her, and she can practically feel his smirk against her tingling skin, "to start something and then run."

"What," she snaps, green eyes flashing, "did I start?"

"You know very well what you started today, flying that American flag in that cute, little, red, white, and blue outfit o' yours."

"Well, here's me yanking away from you."

"Sure. Go ahead. Run, if that's what you really want to do."

"You can't seriously think I'm going to -- " She flusters. "Not with Dawnie right next door!"

"We'll be quiet."

"We're never quiet!"

His wide grin flashes fangs at her in the shadowy darkness. She gulps, remembering those sharp, deadly, and glistening teeth trailing down her skin, biting her neck, nipping at her breasts . . . Hand still on her door knob, she takes another step back. She's being foolish, trying to run from her own bedroom, but she knows better than to get close to him. That dusting left her heated in more than one way. Faith was on to something when she said slaying made a girl hot and horny, but she'll never admit it aloud.

"First time for everything, pet. Just like there's a first time for you to acknowledge the flag of the country who once ruled your little nation here."

"Not you, too! Giles went on and on today about how much better Britain is than America!"

"Old Ripper was actually on to something for a change."

"He's not that man any more, and we're not doing this, Spike. Not tonight. Not in my home. Not with Dawnie next door."

"Sure we're not, luv." His eyes twinkle in the darkness, teasing her, challenging her . . . She gulps again. She can feel the mesmerizing power of the Vampire, but she knows he isn't using hypnotism. Still, she wants to glide to him, lay beneath him or on top of her, yank him inside of her . . . She coughs at the thought. She's got to get him away from him now! She promised herself last night she wouldn't be stupid and sleep with the enemy again.

"Just let me show you something the mother country has to offer."

"What could it possibly have to offer that's so much better than America? Tea?" She almost spits the word. She's successfully got one foot in the hallway now.

Her gaze zeroes in on Spike's left thumb and forefinger as he twists the knob on her lamp. The moment he turns on the light, she wishes he hadn't, because her mouth falls open at what she can now see. It falls open, and worse by far, it practically salivates at the sight. Spike grins, loving the effect he has on her.

She's never wanted to pay homage to a flag before so badly in her entire life. Truth be told, she's never been that patriotic, but Spike suddenly has a point, and a very sharp one, at just what Britain is offering up to her. Her mind flashes back to colonial times and what little she knows about them, and she wonders how many American girls slipped around willingly then with British soldiers. She may not be the history buff Giles, Willow, or even Spike are, but she knows she's not the first girl to sleep with the enemy. As she steps inside and shuts and locks her door, Buffy knows, too, she won't be the last.

Slowly, she begins to approach him. Her mind's still screaming at her to get out of her own bedroom, but her eyes won't move from the flag or, more particularly, the pole hoisting it. "Do you, hmm, have a national anthem?" she asks.

"Bite me." Spike's growl almost sounds like a purr as he swings his flag.

"Oh, I will." The fireworks from earlier are sounding again in Buffy's head, and she swears she can hear cannon fire, too, as she grabs the British flag. She yanks and squeezes hard. Spike's fangs come flashing down onto her mouth; her tongue meets them as she drops the flag to the floor.

Nationalities don't matter. Species should, but doesn't. It took every remaining ounce of will Buffy had not to drop to her knees before Spike's flag as his strong erection waved the flag like she's certain no one else possibly could. There's so many things that she's done that no other girl ever will, and she's certain that coming home to a flag flying on a dick that actually possesses the strength to truly fly it is one of them. It may also very well be the coolest of them all.

Nah, not the coolest. There's nothing cool about this moment. They've had a passionate heat between them for a long time, but this is the hottest it's ever been. This is the hottest she's ever been. Maybe Giles was right earlier today. Spike damn sure is now. The mother country produced him, after all. It's gotta sizzle, Buffy thinks, as she jumps his flag pole and shoves them into the wall. Her mouth is the only thing keeping them silent, but inside, Buffy's already screaming. They're not just the latest in the long line of enemies screwing each other; she's certain they've gotta be the hottest, too.

The End

Comments

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katiekat641
Feb. 21st, 2016 02:17 am (UTC)

*fans self* Hot!!

katleept
Feb. 24th, 2016 12:00 am (UTC)
Thank you! Glad it hit well.
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