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vocab_drabblesTitle: Fine Line
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: Soft R/M
Word Count: 700
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy, Faith/Buffy
Warnings: None
Summary: Spike calls Faith out.
Spike grinned as he watched Buffy and Faith vituperate. There weren't many of their people who could truly get beneath the Slayer's skin, but Faith was constantly doing just that. They went at each other like cats and dogs were fabled to do, but Spike understood what was really happening. They were so full of anger at each other, of rage, of passion. He was just about getting hard watching them snarl in each other's faces until Rupert had to go and separate them.
He paused only a moment, blue eyes darting back and forth between them. Faith had slung some vicious words at the Watcher, but they hadn't known Rupert back in his Ripper days. He was completely unphased by her behavior and instead looked to Buffy as Faith stormed off. Suddenly cleaning his spectacles, Giles chastised, "Honestly, Buffy, I expect such behavior from her, but you -- " Buffy interrupted his speech with a very animalistic growl that made Spike burn before whirling and storming off in the other direction. He knew she was going to find some Vamps to dust, or something at least to beat on, and hesitated only a moment before ducking into the house after Faith.
He found her in the basement, already drinking. "That was some show out there."
"That wasn't shit. She always thinks she's so damn good, can't be touched, can't be beat -- " She threw another long swig down her throat. "We both know better."
"Yeah," he said at length, watching her. He smirked, dark and dangerous. "Just like I know what was really going on with you before."
"Oh, please, I can still pop your -- "
"Yeah, yeah. We know you're good at what you do, pet. We all are, 'case you ain't figured that out. But there's something else a lot of us have in common too."
"What's that?" she demanded, eyeing him from around the glass top of her bottle.
"Admiration for the one who brought us all together, keeps us all going," Spike spoke amiably, walking across and taking out a bag of blood. He didn't have to hide with her and quickly tore into the bag with his fangs. "Admiration for Buffy. That wasn't about me that night. It wasn't even all about proving you're better'n her."
"You're damn straight I'm -- "
"It was about her," he said, looking evenly at the rogue Slayer. Some people thought Faith had reformed, but Spike knew she was a law onto herself, just as he liked to think himself to be. Problem was that if Buffy whistled, they both came running like trained pooches. "It was about her an' how bad you want her, wasn't it? I was just... convenient."
"I fucked your ass way better than Little Miss Moppet ever could -- "
"Yeah. Sure," he commented, toying with the bag's frayed ends, "we'll go with that, but it still wasn't about me. Was it?"
Faith sighed. Lifting the bottle, she asked him, "Want some?"
"Tequila doesn't make her clothes fall off," he replied with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eyes.
"You already tried it, didn't you?" She finished the bottle and reached for another.
"You bet I did."
"I can get her clothes off," Faith said at length, after decimating half the bottle. "But what I can't get is into her heart. Not like you. Not like Angel."
Spike's snort of derision took her by surprise.
"What? You got something you ain't tellin' me?" she demanded.
"Just if you're looking to get her heart like I've got it, you're wasting your time." He tossed himself down onto the cot beside her and reached for the bottle. "I don't know how Angel managed it," he admitted.
"Me neither," she said after a pause wherein she cracked open a third bottle. "Wish I did, but I don't."
"You know, I've known you had it bad for her for a long time. That little show out there," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "was just a little hard for anyone to ignore."
"Let 'em yap." Faith shrugged a single, muscular shoulder. "They can't begin to touch her like I can."
"Fine line between love and hate."
"Yeah, an' we both got it bad."
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: Soft R/M
Word Count: 700
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy, Faith/Buffy
Warnings: None
Summary: Spike calls Faith out.
Spike grinned as he watched Buffy and Faith vituperate. There weren't many of their people who could truly get beneath the Slayer's skin, but Faith was constantly doing just that. They went at each other like cats and dogs were fabled to do, but Spike understood what was really happening. They were so full of anger at each other, of rage, of passion. He was just about getting hard watching them snarl in each other's faces until Rupert had to go and separate them.
He paused only a moment, blue eyes darting back and forth between them. Faith had slung some vicious words at the Watcher, but they hadn't known Rupert back in his Ripper days. He was completely unphased by her behavior and instead looked to Buffy as Faith stormed off. Suddenly cleaning his spectacles, Giles chastised, "Honestly, Buffy, I expect such behavior from her, but you -- " Buffy interrupted his speech with a very animalistic growl that made Spike burn before whirling and storming off in the other direction. He knew she was going to find some Vamps to dust, or something at least to beat on, and hesitated only a moment before ducking into the house after Faith.
He found her in the basement, already drinking. "That was some show out there."
"That wasn't shit. She always thinks she's so damn good, can't be touched, can't be beat -- " She threw another long swig down her throat. "We both know better."
"Yeah," he said at length, watching her. He smirked, dark and dangerous. "Just like I know what was really going on with you before."
"Oh, please, I can still pop your -- "
"Yeah, yeah. We know you're good at what you do, pet. We all are, 'case you ain't figured that out. But there's something else a lot of us have in common too."
"What's that?" she demanded, eyeing him from around the glass top of her bottle.
"Admiration for the one who brought us all together, keeps us all going," Spike spoke amiably, walking across and taking out a bag of blood. He didn't have to hide with her and quickly tore into the bag with his fangs. "Admiration for Buffy. That wasn't about me that night. It wasn't even all about proving you're better'n her."
"You're damn straight I'm -- "
"It was about her," he said, looking evenly at the rogue Slayer. Some people thought Faith had reformed, but Spike knew she was a law onto herself, just as he liked to think himself to be. Problem was that if Buffy whistled, they both came running like trained pooches. "It was about her an' how bad you want her, wasn't it? I was just... convenient."
"I fucked your ass way better than Little Miss Moppet ever could -- "
"Yeah. Sure," he commented, toying with the bag's frayed ends, "we'll go with that, but it still wasn't about me. Was it?"
Faith sighed. Lifting the bottle, she asked him, "Want some?"
"Tequila doesn't make her clothes fall off," he replied with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eyes.
"You already tried it, didn't you?" She finished the bottle and reached for another.
"You bet I did."
"I can get her clothes off," Faith said at length, after decimating half the bottle. "But what I can't get is into her heart. Not like you. Not like Angel."
Spike's snort of derision took her by surprise.
"What? You got something you ain't tellin' me?" she demanded.
"Just if you're looking to get her heart like I've got it, you're wasting your time." He tossed himself down onto the cot beside her and reached for the bottle. "I don't know how Angel managed it," he admitted.
"Me neither," she said after a pause wherein she cracked open a third bottle. "Wish I did, but I don't."
"You know, I've known you had it bad for her for a long time. That little show out there," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "was just a little hard for anyone to ignore."
"Let 'em yap." Faith shrugged a single, muscular shoulder. "They can't begin to touch her like I can."
"Fine line between love and hate."
"Yeah, an' we both got it bad."
The End
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Date: 2023-01-07 07:47 am (UTC)