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40: Onerous - BtVS - Spike/Buffy - Maybe
Title: Maybe
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Buffy considers the possibilities.
"You would have done it for Angel."
"What?"
"You would have done it for Angel. You know you would have." When her eyes won't meet his, Spike pressed, "You did do it, didn't you?"
She had. She had fed him when he'd first come back from Hell, and not just then. She had let him drink from her a number of times, from her actual wrists and her breasts... Her cheeks darkening, she turned from Spike's gaze.
"I'm not like him, pet. I mean, I guess I am, but in all the ways you're looking for, I'm not. I can't be."
He was right, of course. He was onerous in ways Angel had never been. But she had also heard both of their tales of how they had come to be. One had been a rogue Preacher's son, Hellbent on fun and power. The other had been searching everywhere, desperately, for love. He still was.
Slowly, gathering her own courage, Buffy raised her eyes back to Spike's gaze. "No, you're not," she whispered an admission she had never said before. "You went searching for your soul. He was cursed with his." He started to speak, but she raised a hand, silencing him. "I don't care if you went for it after me. I don't want to hear that. The fact is, it didn't take a bunch of Gypsies cursing you to make you want to be a better man."
"No," he broke in, voice quiet and tender, "all it took was you."
She blushed again and lowered her gaze once more. She wished he wouldn't talk like that. "I..." She flushed. She wasn't worth fighting for. She most certainly wasn't worth going through literal Hell. She'd much rather think he'd done it for himself. "I wasn't kind to you," she blurted out. "I wasn't good for you."
"No," he acknowledged, lifting her hand, "you weren't kind to me." He squeezed her hand; she dared to look at him. "But you were wonderful for me. Buffy, you've inspired me to be a better man. You inspired me to go fight for my soul so that I could be a better man. You might never love me. I know you'll never love me like I love you, and I'm done asking you for something you can't give, love. But I did do it all for you." He kissed her hand. "Thank you."
She blushed again but didn't withdraw from him. Spike truly had become a good man, despite everything, despite even the way he had pressed every last one of her buttons when she'd fed him before. He had been like a wild animal,... but it truly seemed she had tamed that wild animal. She could feed him again. She had come to trust him again. Perhaps, one of these nights, she could even learn to love him.
He laid his head against her hand. "Just let me stay with you."
She nodded, the thought of ever not seeing him hurting her.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Buffy considers the possibilities.
"You would have done it for Angel."
"What?"
"You would have done it for Angel. You know you would have." When her eyes won't meet his, Spike pressed, "You did do it, didn't you?"
She had. She had fed him when he'd first come back from Hell, and not just then. She had let him drink from her a number of times, from her actual wrists and her breasts... Her cheeks darkening, she turned from Spike's gaze.
"I'm not like him, pet. I mean, I guess I am, but in all the ways you're looking for, I'm not. I can't be."
He was right, of course. He was onerous in ways Angel had never been. But she had also heard both of their tales of how they had come to be. One had been a rogue Preacher's son, Hellbent on fun and power. The other had been searching everywhere, desperately, for love. He still was.
Slowly, gathering her own courage, Buffy raised her eyes back to Spike's gaze. "No, you're not," she whispered an admission she had never said before. "You went searching for your soul. He was cursed with his." He started to speak, but she raised a hand, silencing him. "I don't care if you went for it after me. I don't want to hear that. The fact is, it didn't take a bunch of Gypsies cursing you to make you want to be a better man."
"No," he broke in, voice quiet and tender, "all it took was you."
She blushed again and lowered her gaze once more. She wished he wouldn't talk like that. "I..." She flushed. She wasn't worth fighting for. She most certainly wasn't worth going through literal Hell. She'd much rather think he'd done it for himself. "I wasn't kind to you," she blurted out. "I wasn't good for you."
"No," he acknowledged, lifting her hand, "you weren't kind to me." He squeezed her hand; she dared to look at him. "But you were wonderful for me. Buffy, you've inspired me to be a better man. You inspired me to go fight for my soul so that I could be a better man. You might never love me. I know you'll never love me like I love you, and I'm done asking you for something you can't give, love. But I did do it all for you." He kissed her hand. "Thank you."
She blushed again but didn't withdraw from him. Spike truly had become a good man, despite everything, despite even the way he had pressed every last one of her buttons when she'd fed him before. He had been like a wild animal,... but it truly seemed she had tamed that wild animal. She could feed him again. She had come to trust him again. Perhaps, one of these nights, she could even learn to love him.
He laid his head against her hand. "Just let me stay with you."
She nodded, the thought of ever not seeing him hurting her.
The End
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Even though I'm not into Buffy, I have to say I love your icon! Very nice.
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