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Asylum ficlet (2/4).
It's late and I'm tired, but I'm just feeling in a posting mood. Also this ficlet is *pure* fluff...
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diachrony as her birthday fic. :)
(Usual disclaimers etc. and spoilers for 'Spike:Asylum')
2 years later
Life is pretty much perfect, Buffy decides. It’s been only two days since she and Spike accidentally ran across each other, and since then their world has pretty much consisted of nothing except hand holding, snuggling, sweet, deep, bone-melting kisses and endlessly exchanged ‘I love you’s.... He’s being all gentlemanly though, so kissing is pretty much as far as they’ve got, but that’s fine. They’ve got time.
It’s getting dark when suddenly he looks at his watch and swears loudly, then jumps up from the loveseat where they’re ensconced and grabs his coat.
She looks at him with surprise. “Are we going out?”
“Lost track of time - not surprisingly.” He takes a second to let his eyes rove over her appreciatively, then his serious face comes back. “Gonna be late for my therapy group.”
“Your... what?” She blinks and tries to make the words that just came out of his mouth fit into her brain.
“My therapy group! Um...” He frowns and runs a hand through his hair. “To cut a long story short, I went undercover in this demon asylum a few years back and ended up kinda overthrowing the place. Kept in touch with the others in my group though, and we’ve been meetin’ up regularly for quite some time now.”
Her eyes narrow. “OK - who are you, and what have you done with my Spike?”
He smirks a little. “Told you a lot of things had happened. Wanna come along? Seein’ as they’re already pretty familiar with our history already... As a matter of fact they spent the best part of two sessions arguing over whether you really loved me!”
Trying to cram all this stuff into her head is obviously not working, because now she explodes. “What? You - you told them personal, private stuff about us?”
He suddenly looks worried, as well he might. “Only the outline, don’t worry. Just... began realising that gettin’ this stuff off my chest actually really helped. Of course then-”
He stops abruptly and his eyes go all shifty. She tilts her head, hands on hips, and pins him in place with her ‘Don’t even think about lying’ look.
“Then what?”
“We all went out for a drink, and Anna and I - well...” the sentence is left hanging, but Buffy nods in understanding.
And if she’s honest... it’s not like she imagined that he’d stayed celibate all these years. This is after all the guy who slept with Harmony.
“Just the once or is it like... an ongoing thing?” She tries to keep the snippy edge out of her voice, but doesn’t succeed very well.
“Few times...” he says noncommittally, then spreads his arms wide. “Look she’s a Ringel demon, right? Dampens other demon’s powers, so she knew I was never goin’ to be in for the long haul!” He suddenly smiles at her wickedly, and she recalls the previous night’s patrol which included the most fabulous brawl she’d had in months. Just the memory of him fighting - stake in one hand, sword in the other - vicious, deadly and full of wild thrill, is enough to render her mouth dry.
She takes a deep breath, picks up her jacket and squares her shoulders.
“OK, I’m in.”
He grins. “That’s my girl!” Then the grin vanishes and he’s fixing her with a hard stare. “Oh - and just so we’re clear. You ever tell Angel about this-”
“My mouth is sealed,” she replies primly and walks out through the door.
Inside however, she’s smiling widely. He’s not changed all that much after all...
ETA: It has now been claimed by
diachrony as her birthday fic. :)(Usual disclaimers etc. and spoilers for 'Spike:Asylum')
Life is pretty much perfect, Buffy decides. It’s been only two days since she and Spike accidentally ran across each other, and since then their world has pretty much consisted of nothing except hand holding, snuggling, sweet, deep, bone-melting kisses and endlessly exchanged ‘I love you’s.... He’s being all gentlemanly though, so kissing is pretty much as far as they’ve got, but that’s fine. They’ve got time.
It’s getting dark when suddenly he looks at his watch and swears loudly, then jumps up from the loveseat where they’re ensconced and grabs his coat.
She looks at him with surprise. “Are we going out?”
“Lost track of time - not surprisingly.” He takes a second to let his eyes rove over her appreciatively, then his serious face comes back. “Gonna be late for my therapy group.”
“Your... what?” She blinks and tries to make the words that just came out of his mouth fit into her brain.
“My therapy group! Um...” He frowns and runs a hand through his hair. “To cut a long story short, I went undercover in this demon asylum a few years back and ended up kinda overthrowing the place. Kept in touch with the others in my group though, and we’ve been meetin’ up regularly for quite some time now.”
Her eyes narrow. “OK - who are you, and what have you done with my Spike?”
He smirks a little. “Told you a lot of things had happened. Wanna come along? Seein’ as they’re already pretty familiar with our history already... As a matter of fact they spent the best part of two sessions arguing over whether you really loved me!”
Trying to cram all this stuff into her head is obviously not working, because now she explodes. “What? You - you told them personal, private stuff about us?”
He suddenly looks worried, as well he might. “Only the outline, don’t worry. Just... began realising that gettin’ this stuff off my chest actually really helped. Of course then-”
He stops abruptly and his eyes go all shifty. She tilts her head, hands on hips, and pins him in place with her ‘Don’t even think about lying’ look.
“Then what?”
“We all went out for a drink, and Anna and I - well...” the sentence is left hanging, but Buffy nods in understanding.
And if she’s honest... it’s not like she imagined that he’d stayed celibate all these years. This is after all the guy who slept with Harmony.
“Just the once or is it like... an ongoing thing?” She tries to keep the snippy edge out of her voice, but doesn’t succeed very well.
“Few times...” he says noncommittally, then spreads his arms wide. “Look she’s a Ringel demon, right? Dampens other demon’s powers, so she knew I was never goin’ to be in for the long haul!” He suddenly smiles at her wickedly, and she recalls the previous night’s patrol which included the most fabulous brawl she’d had in months. Just the memory of him fighting - stake in one hand, sword in the other - vicious, deadly and full of wild thrill, is enough to render her mouth dry.
She takes a deep breath, picks up her jacket and squares her shoulders.
“OK, I’m in.”
He grins. “That’s my girl!” Then the grin vanishes and he’s fixing her with a hard stare. “Oh - and just so we’re clear. You ever tell Angel about this-”
“My mouth is sealed,” she replies primly and walks out through the door.
Inside however, she’s smiling widely. He’s not changed all that much after all...