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vocab_drabblesTitle: Another Night with the Slayer
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Spike comes to after a night out with Buffy.
Spike groaned as he woke. He could tell the sun was still up, but a lot of time had passed. Something in his bones warned him that he'd slept for over twenty-four hours. He rolled over, groaning again as he did so. He wasn't hung over. Vampires didn't get hung over.
He opened his eyes... or rather, tried to. One refused to open at all while he could only see a small sliver out of light out of the one. That was what was wrong with him, he slowly remembered. It wasn't the exacerbating effects of alcohol that had filled his pain with such an ache. It was the aftermath of another date, or not date, with the Slayer.
He groaned once more and groped blindly for the bag of blood he kept near his bed for late day snacks. She really was a killer, that one. Any man in his right man would run in the other direction, especially after the way she'd wailed on him. It was a good thing he wasn't in his right mind. He grinned, wondering if he could make it back to her tonight and if she'd want to fight or fuck, hopefully both.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Spike comes to after a night out with Buffy.
Spike groaned as he woke. He could tell the sun was still up, but a lot of time had passed. Something in his bones warned him that he'd slept for over twenty-four hours. He rolled over, groaning again as he did so. He wasn't hung over. Vampires didn't get hung over.
He opened his eyes... or rather, tried to. One refused to open at all while he could only see a small sliver out of light out of the one. That was what was wrong with him, he slowly remembered. It wasn't the exacerbating effects of alcohol that had filled his pain with such an ache. It was the aftermath of another date, or not date, with the Slayer.
He groaned once more and groped blindly for the bag of blood he kept near his bed for late day snacks. She really was a killer, that one. Any man in his right man would run in the other direction, especially after the way she'd wailed on him. It was a good thing he wasn't in his right mind. He grinned, wondering if he could make it back to her tonight and if she'd want to fight or fuck, hopefully both.
The End
