I accidentally wrote a drabble last night...
Title: Never Exactly
Author: Mel (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
thatotherperv)
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R, I think. Sex but not really graphic.
Too short for a summary :) Word count 250-ish.
“Oh…Spike…yes….”
Buffy threw her head back, face flushed and taut with pleasure as he pounded into her warm, animated body. He couldn’t get over how alive she looked. Spike felt his grief from the long summer without her well up in his throat, even as he fucked her. Missed her so damn much….
He clutched her close to him. “Say it,” he begged. Demanded it roughly, when she said nothing. “Say it.”
“I love you, Spike.”
He choked back a sob as he ground into her body and came, collapsing onto her, curling his body around Buffy’s petite one. Her fingers stroked softly through his hair, scraping lightly over his scalp. He burrowed his nose into her neck like a child, feeling needy and not caring, for the moment. She was right here with him, and she was his….
“I love it when you use my body for your pleasure. You’re a bad, bad boy and far hotter than that loser, Angel.”
Roaring with the rage of his broken illusion, Spike reared back and punched her in the temple, and a shower of sparks exploded, sizzling his skin. She powered off for the night, and Spike moved to the edge of the bed, bracing his elbows on his knees and trying to hold his tears back with one trembling hand.
When Willow asked in the morning how the Buffybot had been damaged, he’d tell her that it was attacked by some mean beastie.
Wouldn’t be a lie, really.
A/N: title taken from spike's line about the buffybot in Bargaining part 1
Title: Never Exactly
Author: Mel (
thatotherperv)Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R, I think. Sex but not really graphic.
Too short for a summary :) Word count 250-ish.
“Oh…Spike…yes….”
Buffy threw her head back, face flushed and taut with pleasure as he pounded into her warm, animated body. He couldn’t get over how alive she looked. Spike felt his grief from the long summer without her well up in his throat, even as he fucked her. Missed her so damn much….
He clutched her close to him. “Say it,” he begged. Demanded it roughly, when she said nothing. “Say it.”
“I love you, Spike.”
He choked back a sob as he ground into her body and came, collapsing onto her, curling his body around Buffy’s petite one. Her fingers stroked softly through his hair, scraping lightly over his scalp. He burrowed his nose into her neck like a child, feeling needy and not caring, for the moment. She was right here with him, and she was his….
“I love it when you use my body for your pleasure. You’re a bad, bad boy and far hotter than that loser, Angel.”
Roaring with the rage of his broken illusion, Spike reared back and punched her in the temple, and a shower of sparks exploded, sizzling his skin. She powered off for the night, and Spike moved to the edge of the bed, bracing his elbows on his knees and trying to hold his tears back with one trembling hand.
When Willow asked in the morning how the Buffybot had been damaged, he’d tell her that it was attacked by some mean beastie.
Wouldn’t be a lie, really.
A/N: title taken from spike's line about the buffybot in Bargaining part 1
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