Well, today it’s my turn. This is a really old fic of mine. By old, I mean, I haven’t written a spuffy fic in four months. *ducks and hides*
Title – Watch what you grab!
Rated – PG-13
Pairing – Spuffy…
Buffy sighed in annoyance as she walked in through the cemetery. It was a slow night, she casted a side glance at the vampire, walking with her. His blonde hair, coming out of it’s normal style, and curling. A happy sigh escaped her lips, as she thought of running her hands, through that hair.
Blue eyes clashed with green. Buffy, quickly looked away, as she realized she was caught. She didn’t notice a smile, that crossed her companions face. Spike felt her watching him, just wanted to see how long she would stare.
He noticed the dark look in her eyes, and her hearts quick beat. She was excited, and by him none the less.
“See something you like, pet?”
Buffy turned her head and glared at him. Sometimes she didn’t understand him. He was full of himself. A pig!
Buffy liked her answer. Blunt and straight to the point. That would no doubt, lead to no argument. A groaned in aggravation, as she felt his cold hand, grasp her shoulder. “Spike!” She said, not bothering to turn around.
“Not me, slayer.”
Buffy turned to the side, and saw that they were surrounded. She was so deep in thought, she didn’t even get a tingly sense feeling. She should of been alert! But, something hot, and sexy was distracting her. Buffy made a grab for a stake, she frowned when she thought how soft it felt.
“Buffy, I know you want a rough and tumble, but nows, not a good time” Spike said, as he felt her warm hand.
“What are you talking about? She asked, still not facing him. “The only thing , I’m going to rough and tumble with, are these vampires.”
Buffy looked back in to Spike, when she heard him growled. She looked from his face, toward his chest, towards her hand….Her eyes widened. She backed away from Spike, as if he burned her.
Buffy’s eyes were still on the bulge, present on Spike. A blush crossing her face. Her hand was on, THAT!
Buffy didn’t know if she should scream, or blush. So, she did the only thing that made sense to her. She started taking her embarresment on the crowd of the undead, that decided to pick her as their night meal.
Spike pulled himself together. She just had to go there tonight. Of all the nights, she could of grabbed him. It was the night they had to patrol. When a group of vampire’s could surround them. He growled, taking his frustrations out on the other group of vampires.
Buffy looked on as Spike fought. Her battle was long over. But, as she continued to watch Spike fight, she couldn’t help but think about what she held. It was an easy mistake. Anyone could of made that mistake.
“Damn. He’s huge,” She thought.
“Slayer,” a voice said in her ear.
Oh, the icon I’m using, anyone can grab. Just credit me.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/152092.html