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Post by dustedvampire2 on Mar 21, 2009 22:52:02 GMT 9.5
(WARNING THE FOLLOWING THREAD CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES)
Spike poured himself a fresh glass of blood. He took a sip as he began walking over to his favourite chair. He flinched back to the taste of it. It was animal blood. It kept him undead but it couldn't be compared to that of the crimson, seductive look and taste of human blood.
He flicked his tv on. Just in time for Passions, his favourite tv show. Although he never gets a decent five minutes of it because something always comes charging through that door. He hoped that especially Buffy didn't come. She always came seeking for the wrong thing. Spike was begining to feel like a tool, the bluntest tool in the shed.
He slid down into his chair to get comfortable, desperately hoping that he doesn't have to get up. Although if only wishes came true for Spike...
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Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 23, 2009 17:50:44 GMT 9.5
Buffy wandered around the graveyard aimlessly. It was surprisingly quiet tonight, not many vampires were out. She sat on top of a gravestone and inspected her freshly-painted fingernails. Upon spotting a rough patch of nail, she patted her pockets for a nail file, but didn't find one. She laughed when she realised what she was doing.
"Oh God, I must be bored..." Buffy sighed and started to hum, but that soon wore off after a minute too. She glanced towards Spike's Crypt and frowned. It wouldn't hurt to visit him, would it? She would just say she was calling in to see if he had found anything out. It sure would beat sitting out here in the dark. Buffy jumped off the stone and slowly made her way towards the front door. She was about to push it open when she hesitated. "He might not even be there..." Buffy mused to herself, half hoping she was right.
She placed an ear to the door instead and heard voices. It took her a moment to realise it was the TV, not people. Taking a deep breath, Buffy opened the door and walked in with a forced smile on her face. "Miss me?" She asked jokingly once she'd spotted him sitting down.
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Post by dustedvampire2 on Mar 23, 2009 21:55:41 GMT 9.5
"Bloody Hell!" Spike cussed, as Buffy barged through the door, scaring the crap out of him. "I knew it" he muttered to himself, flicking off his tv. He's going to have to catch the repeat.
"Not really" he said when Buffy asked if she missed him. "But since your here" he smiled, taking off his shirt, he threw it to the ground. He held out his arms to his side, in an 'ok jump me' manner.
He was feeling like a tool, but that didn't mean he didn't hate it. He waited like that for Buffy's reaction.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 23, 2009 22:14:29 GMT 9.5
Buffy watched as Spike turned off the TV in annoyance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt you're viewing of Passions? I'm terribly sorry." She then laughed, she couldn't get over the fact that THAT show was his favourite. However, her laughter was cut off suddenly when Spike removed his shirt.
"Spike, what are you doing?" Even though she tried to make her voice sound disgusted, she couldn't help but sound a little uneasy. "I...I came here for... a reason. I wanted... needed to know if you've seen... heard anything about... vampires?" Her voice began to drift off as her excuse sounded pathetic out loud. Damn.
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Post by dustedvampire2 on Mar 23, 2009 22:24:12 GMT 9.5
"Oh, I have heard about vampires cause I am one" he could see that Buffy was actually serious and that she wasn't playing a game.
He moved to her, grabbing her by each arm. He bought her in close. Teasing her cheeks with his lips, moving down to her neck. He bought his right arm down to her thigh and began twirling his finger. Tickling her leg.
He moved his lips to hers and began kissing her so fierce that if he could breath, he would be out of breathe. He knew that Buffy liked it slow, so he couldn't understand why she wasn't pushing him off her. But he didn't care.
He lifted her up, and sat her on the coffin. Still kissing her. He was desperate to know how she was feeling.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 24, 2009 21:25:12 GMT 9.5
Buffy was about to retort to Spike's answer when he suddenly moved towards her. Her brain was telling her to move but her legs wouldn't cooperate. Then when he began to kiss her cheeks and neck, she could only breathe his name. "Spike..." Her tone held warning, but it was also obvious she was struggling to fight him. However, when he kissed her on the lips hard and demanding, Buffy finally found the strength she needed to push him off. But by the time that had happened, she found herself sitting on the coffin.
Using her legs, she pushed Spike off, using a bit more strength then she needed which caused him to go back further than she'd expected. She jumped to the ground and looked at him with angry eyes. "Spike, how many times do I have to say no before you'll get it?" Buffy was slightly out of breath but she still managed to sound fierce. Quickly, she pulled out her stake and raised it.
"Try that again and you'll be meeting my friend here... got it?"
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Post by dustedvampire2 on Mar 24, 2009 21:40:51 GMT 9.5
"Empty threats, love" he said when Buffy pushed him off, he went further then he expected he would go, crashing into the tv cabinent. He just thought this was just a game. He liked it kinky anyway.
"You'll also be meeting my friend soon." It suddenly came to him, that Buffy was serious. "Aww now I get it" he said sitting down on his chair, humiliated. "So when you want it, it's alright. But when I do you threaten to kill me!" He yelled. "You make no sense." Anger rushed through his body. "I can't believe you!" He grew more and more angry.
"You know what? I'm tired of this. So just get out, and don't come back til you know exactly what you want."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 26, 2009 9:09:10 GMT 9.5
Buffy frowned at Spike's sudden change of mood. She had to admit it pained her to see him hurt and humiliated like that. And the words he spoke stung her more than a hundred bees, mostly because she knew he was right.
Buffy stepped back when Spike's anger grew and grew. She wasn't exactly keen seeing an angry vampire and she suddenly remembered back to when Spike was out to kill her. No, she couldn't bare to see that Spike again.
"Spike... just calm down, okay?" Her voice was just above a whisper. Then after a pause to regain her composure, she continued in a louder voice. "I told you I came here for information... that's what I want." She shrugged when she was done talking, but she knew she wasn't fooling him. Oh well, at least she tried. Buffy shifted nervously on the spot and waited for Spike's response.
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Post by dustedvampire2 on Mar 26, 2009 15:10:16 GMT 9.5
Spike couldn't believe Buffy's excuse for rejecting him, but he knew it wasn't true. So he responded with, " I can see through that "I'm looking for information' crap. I'm not as blind as you think I am, love. I know you want it, and I know I want it. So stop trying to pretend that you can handle this thing that is pulling us together."
He went back up to her, and began kissing her again to see what she would do this time.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 1, 2009 21:56:27 GMT 9.5
Buffy again pushed away from Spike, this time only making him move a little. "Spike, stop it! This has to stop!" Her eyes were wild and filling with tears. When she'd decided to come here, she knew it wouldn't be easy, but she had to try. This thing between her and Spike had to stop, once and for all. As much as she kept telling herself that, it wasn't working.
"Why do you need to make this hard?" She whispered this part and stamped her foot. "It's not fair, Spike!" In all honestly, his kisses had softened her up a little... she was actually wanting to continue... NO! She couldn't give in again...
Buffy began to pace around, not able to stay still any longer. She had the feeling she was losing her mind with all this difficulty.
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Post by dustedvampire2 on Apr 1, 2009 22:19:57 GMT 9.5
"Bloody hell, Slayer!" He cried when she pushed him off. "Why does it have to be so bloody difficult with you. What do you want?" He asked sitting back on a couch, lighting up a smoke at the same time.
"I'm bloody well throwing myself at you, why can't you just catch me?" He leaned back in his chair trying to make himself look seductive. She's been here ten minutes and I don't have my pants off yet, he thought, unbelievable.
This didn't worry Spike though, he knew Buffy was going to crack any second she always does.
"So how 'bout it luv? You know you want me..." he winked.
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Post by yolanda7g on Apr 3, 2009 16:48:48 GMT 9.5
Angel walked briskly across the grave yard, the bottom of his black duster rippling behind him as he passed by tombstones. He couldn't believe he was back in Sunnydale. The worst part was, things were eerily familiar, and it brought back sharp memories of the past. Of Buffy.
Angel tried not to focus on them, however. He came there to do a job. Cordy had a vision, and as strange as it may have been, the vision was of Spike. Spike probably knew something about the apocalypse that was coming, the apocalypse, a word that seemingly translated into "party" for vampires since it involved blocking out the sun. It didn't take Angel much convincing to be the one to make the errand. Wesley offered. But Angel felt that dealing with Spike was better off his job.
All he needed to do was go to Spike's crypt, talk to Spike, and leave. Buffy would never know he came until after the fact. There was no need to tell Buffy he was in town. Buffy had her own life, Angel had his. Angel had...Cordelia.
It made this trip back to Sunnydale a bit easier than previous ones. At least, thats what he kept telling himself. He didn't want to put that idea to the test if he were actually come in contact with Buffy face to face.
Angel approached Spike's crypt and entered without warning. "Spike," He paused as he heard the "you know you want me" comment. To what private moment Spike was engaging himself in, he didn't even want to know. But when he actually looked at the scene in front of him, he hadn't realized how much he didn't want to know. It was Buffy with Spike. So much for trying to avoid her.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 10, 2009 13:01:29 GMT 9.5
Buffy glared at Spike with all the hatred she could muster. However, that wasn't much as she could feel herself giving in. How did Spike always do this? She threw her arms up in the air with defeat and frustration.
"Damn it, Spike. You know I want this and you know I always give in, eventually. So why must YOU make it so difficult?" Buffy walked up to the chair he was sitting in and was about to bend over to yell at him more or kiss him, she wasn't sure, when someone suddenly walked in.
"One, this is NOT what it looks like and two..." She looked over at the newcomer and gasped. "Angel?"
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Post by yolanda7g on Apr 10, 2009 13:29:15 GMT 9.5
Angel swallowed uncomfortably as he looked at the scene before him. "Buffy," He said. Conflicted with the scene, and what he came here to do, and the fact that his attempts to go unnoticed failed, he struggled with what to say. "Hi," He said finally, dryly.
Seemed like as good of a start as any, he thought. His brow dropped in bemusement and he looked at Spike.
"I need to talk to Spike," His words were cut with tension, tinged with strain, something that he tried to hide, but couldn't. The more that this scene began to register with him, the more and more he felt uncomfortable and uneasy. His emotions were conflicted. He tried to brush them aside. He came here to do a job, that was it.
His attention moved back to Buffy, however. Looking at her made those memories flood back in an instant. But he knew he would have to force himself to push them away. But he even found it hard to be 'okay' with the prospect of her falling for Spike. But at the moment he knew there was nothing he could do. And even if intellectually he knew he had no right to say or do anything, he felt completely different.
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Post by dustedvampire2 on Apr 10, 2009 20:46:12 GMT 9.5
"Ah bloody hell!" Spike cussed then stood up, putting on his shirt. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked Angel. "What gives you the right to interrupt a bloke when hes...." He trailed off, he knew that Buffy wouldn't want him finishing off that sentence.
"Well I'll hate to cut this reunion short but" he walked over to the door and opened it, in a way that said 'get the hell out'.
He kicked shut when Angel said he needed to talk to him. "Why would you wanna talk to me?" He asked curious. "And whatever it is, can't you say it front of Buffy?"
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