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Reflections of the Mind
Title: It's worth a shot
Prompt: Reflections of the Mind
Words: 500 = or -
Setting: sometime in season six
Rating: PG13
It's Worth a Shot
“So, I was thinking....”
Spike ran a finger down her arm, too happy that she was hanging around for awhile to pay much attention to her words.
“Ummm hmmmm?” he sighed, following his finger with his lips.
“Are you listening to me?” She squirmed as his lips drifted over the sensitive inside of her elbow. “I’m having thoughts here – important thoughts!”
“All your thoughts are important, love. Every.... last .... one... of.... them....” He finished murmuring his response with his mouth on hers. There were no sounds but sighs and appreciative moans for some time....
“There was something I wanted to talk about....” Buffy tried to sound annoyed, but it came out more of a satisfied exhalation.
“You were having... thoughts.... Important thoughts, if I remember correctly.”
“I was. I am. I just can’t remember what they are right now.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, trying to hide his grin – and failing completely.
“You are so full of yourself.” When he went to speak, she put a hand over his mouth. “And don’t even think about making some piggy remark out of that!”
“Oh, c’mon, love. You can’t give me an opening like that and expect me to—”
“You’ll be sorry if you do.” He cocked an inquisitive eyebrow, but remained silent. “’Cause I’ve remembered what I was thinking...” She snuggled down against him, ignoring his small start of surprise.
After a quiet minute or two, he couldn’t help himself. “Which was....?”
Without looking up, she said, “I was thinking that you should come with me tonight – to the Bronze.”
He went very still. “With you, or just show up and push my way into the happy little group?”
“No. I mean, with me. Like we came together, sort of like a... coming together thing.”
“Like a date.”
“Kinda, sorta, I guess that’s what I’m saying. I’m not talking about making any big announcement... just... testing the waters. To see if anybody—”
“If anybody gets their knickers in such a twist you have to pretend you hate me just to save the day?”
She was silent for so long he thought she’d gone to sleep. When she sat up, still without speaking, he sighed, knowing he’d blown it again. Buffy turned to face him, meeting his resigned gaze with her own glare.
“If you don’t want to do it, just say so. I thought...” Her glare wavered. “I thought it would make you... hap—I thought you’d like it. Guess I was wrong.” She stood up and began to dress, refusing to look at him again. She was on her way up the ladder when he spoke. Only the way his voice trembled stopped her indignant exit.
“What time should I pick you up?”
Without turning around, she said, “Make it about seven. We’ll hit a couple of cemeteries first – just in case.”
“Seven it is. See you later, Buffy.”
She nodded silently and continued up the ladder and out of his crypt.
Okay, it's lame, but I wrote something. Now what?
Prompt: Reflections of the Mind
Words: 500 = or -
Setting: sometime in season six
Rating: PG13
It's Worth a Shot
“So, I was thinking....”
Spike ran a finger down her arm, too happy that she was hanging around for awhile to pay much attention to her words.
“Ummm hmmmm?” he sighed, following his finger with his lips.
“Are you listening to me?” She squirmed as his lips drifted over the sensitive inside of her elbow. “I’m having thoughts here – important thoughts!”
“All your thoughts are important, love. Every.... last .... one... of.... them....” He finished murmuring his response with his mouth on hers. There were no sounds but sighs and appreciative moans for some time....
“There was something I wanted to talk about....” Buffy tried to sound annoyed, but it came out more of a satisfied exhalation.
“You were having... thoughts.... Important thoughts, if I remember correctly.”
“I was. I am. I just can’t remember what they are right now.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, trying to hide his grin – and failing completely.
“You are so full of yourself.” When he went to speak, she put a hand over his mouth. “And don’t even think about making some piggy remark out of that!”
“Oh, c’mon, love. You can’t give me an opening like that and expect me to—”
“You’ll be sorry if you do.” He cocked an inquisitive eyebrow, but remained silent. “’Cause I’ve remembered what I was thinking...” She snuggled down against him, ignoring his small start of surprise.
After a quiet minute or two, he couldn’t help himself. “Which was....?”
Without looking up, she said, “I was thinking that you should come with me tonight – to the Bronze.”
He went very still. “With you, or just show up and push my way into the happy little group?”
“No. I mean, with me. Like we came together, sort of like a... coming together thing.”
“Like a date.”
“Kinda, sorta, I guess that’s what I’m saying. I’m not talking about making any big announcement... just... testing the waters. To see if anybody—”
“If anybody gets their knickers in such a twist you have to pretend you hate me just to save the day?”
She was silent for so long he thought she’d gone to sleep. When she sat up, still without speaking, he sighed, knowing he’d blown it again. Buffy turned to face him, meeting his resigned gaze with her own glare.
“If you don’t want to do it, just say so. I thought...” Her glare wavered. “I thought it would make you... hap—I thought you’d like it. Guess I was wrong.” She stood up and began to dress, refusing to look at him again. She was on her way up the ladder when he spoke. Only the way his voice trembled stopped her indignant exit.
“What time should I pick you up?”
Without turning around, she said, “Make it about seven. We’ll hit a couple of cemeteries first – just in case.”
“Seven it is. See you later, Buffy.”
She nodded silently and continued up the ladder and out of his crypt.
Okay, it's lame, but I wrote something. Now what?
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