Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words: Day 5:
Word Count: 852
Date Written: 8 August 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He’s been aware of her eyes on his mouth the entire time he’s been talking, but only now does he finally stop and look at her. “Problem, Slayer?” he asks.
“Shut up,” she growls, heat rising from her stomach all the way to her throat. She knows this is wrong. She shouldn’t be talking to him, let alone listening to him! She should have staked him a long, long time ago.
She should have . . . but when has she ever been eager to do what she should be doing? She’s a good Slayer now; her friends and even her Watcher tell her she’s perhaps the best there’s ever been. She’s certainly lived longer than the rest, but if she keeps going the way she’s headed, that record will soon be stopped. Still, she can’t seem to keep her eyes from trailing back to Spike’s luscious, smugly grinning mouth and the tip of the fang she can see in his mouth. And she most certainly can’t stop herself from remembering what those fangs feel like on her neck, her back, her breasts . . .
Biting her lip to silence the cry that rises within her, Buffy pushes a hand against Spike’s chest. She shoves him hard for there’s no time to be gentle, no time with the apocalypse coming and no time with the heat raging within her.
She shoves him back into the nearest alley, away from the people on the street, away from all those smiling faces who are all so blissfully aware that their lives and all those they love are in danger. She shoves him against the concrete wall, and she doesn’t even want to smack him when he smirks down at her. “That’s all right, pet. I know you like it rough.”
“Shut up,” she growls again. They don’t have time for this, but the heating blasting within her won’t be subdued by anything else. Still smirking, he shrugs and starts to undo his pants. Still pinning him to the wall with one hand, she slams her other hand around his throat, knocking his blonde head back into the concrete and finally subduing that damn, prideful smirk of his.
With Spike’s head thrown back against the concrete and looking a little more wide-eyed at her, Buffy quickly closes the remaining distance between them. She opens her mouth to kiss him but pauses to flick her tongue against his fang. He grins again. “So that’s the game you wanna play tonight, eh, Slayer?”
His movements are as fast as lightning as he breaks free of her hold and throws her back against the wall. His hands move from his own pants to hers, and she doesn’t try to stop him. As he touches her, she moans, but instead of moving to silence her with his kiss, Spike nuzzles her neck instead. She bites her lips to keep from screaming as his fingers slide into her, but when his fangs bite into the tender flesh of her neck, they erupt.
She knows she shouldn’t be doing this. She knows this is too dangerous, especially with the end of the world so close. He could change her, make her like him, take the Slayer from the good fight just when they need her the most, but Buffy’s tired of being in control. She’s even more tired of letting the fight control her. She surrenders with a scream of relish, curling around him, thrusting down on him, screaming his name and crying out for more . . .
Spike gives her more, but he stops just before he can go too far. She’s put her complete faith in him tonight. Maybe she expects him to turn her. Maybe she’s finally that weary of being the good Slayer everybody expects her to be. But he won’t do that to her. He was changed when he didn’t understand the consequences. His whole world was turned inside out as he was changed forever. Nobody asked him what he wanted, but he won’t do that to her, no matter how tempting it is. “What,” he gasps out, “do you want?”
As she rides his hand, she gasps out simply, “You.” That, he is willing to give her for as long as he can, for as long as she’ll allow, but he lifts his mouth from her neck, swallows another sip of her delicious, heady blood, and covers her protesting lips with his own. He’ll give her what she wants, but he’ll never change her until she’s ready. He’ll never change her, because he already knows she’s perfect just the way she is.
He loves her just the way she is, and although he’ll always give her everything of him for as long as she’ll take it, he’ll never condemn her to be like him. In the end, he’ll always let her go free, and that’s the reason why, when she’s done taking her pleasure from him and she pushes him away and runs off to go save the world again, Spike just lets her go and weeps alone, silently, in the darkness that will one night forever be his life without her.