Happy Birthday Fer!
Today is the birthday of one of my favoritest people, fer1213! I'm so glad I had the chance to meet and spend time with you in Atlanta, and I wish for you a year full of all good things. Including book contracts. :-)
Here is a little ficlet for you, set in the Slow Motion verse (aka, the Ferverse). About 500 words, PG13-ish, un-beta'd.
Note: If anyone missed them and wants to read them in order, these fics start with Slow Motion, followed by Roman Holiday, and The Next Best Thing, and can be found here in my memories. But all you really need to know is that this is set in a post-NFA world in which Spike and Buffy are in a long distance relationship.
What Will The Neighbors Think?
She's had it with this long distance thing.
Yes, the phone calls are great. The phone sex is great. His letters to her...incredible. It's actually been good for them, she thinks, this being apart. They've gotten to know each so much better. A person who's lived for over a century has a lot of good stories in him, and Spike's told her many of them. Lying in bed, his voice in her ear, she closes her eyes and sees what he's seen. His descriptions are so vivid, it's easy to do. Of course, he leaves out the evil stuff. Usually.
What's most surprising to her are the things she's shared with him. He knows things about her that she's never told anyone else. And no matter how weird she thinks she is, whether it's slayer related or just plain Buffy weirdness, he loves her anyway. And she's crazier about him now than she ever was before. That's a good thing. A great thing.
But it's not enough anymore.
He wanted to prove himself? Check. He doesn't want to work with Giles? Tough. She's about to call and give him a piece of her mind when the doorbell rings.
It's Spike, hauling a steamer trunk. "Got room for me and all my worldly possessions?" He scratches his head when she doesn't answer. "Bugger. Prob'ly shoulda called first."
She drags him inside, the trunk bouncing on the floor where she tosses it. Her neighbors will be mad again. Whenever Spike visits, things tend to get...noisy. Well, they're about to get noisier. If her mouth would only open and form words so she could yell at him.
"Spike?!"
"Buffy?" He grins.
"Stop it! Are you...is this...?" Damn. She's not exactly brimming with the articulateyness. And she's too happy to see him to really get her mad on.
"Yes, I'm movin' in. Obviously. If you'll have me, that is. I mean, we talked about it..."
"But you said you weren't sure yet!"
"It's called 'misdirection.' Wanted to surprise you." He reaches out and pulls her close. She only resists a little. "Looks like it worked a little too well. Did you really think I wouldn't?"
"I...no...yes." Buffy sighs.
He strokes her hair, and she closes her eyes and leans into his touch. "Sorry, Slayer," he says softly.
"I'm glad you're here," she says, raising her head for a kiss. "So very, very glad. Though I reserve the right to curse you out later."
He nods seriously. "Of course."
Buffy allows herself to smile. "I love you, you know." She kisses him again.
Spike smiles against her mouth. "Yeah, I know. S'why I'm here."
As his mouth covers hers, he picks her up off the floor and she wraps her legs around his waist. They leave a trail of clothing through the apartment, but they don't quite make it to the bed. This time.
Her neighbors are going to be really mad, now.
Here is a little ficlet for you, set in the Slow Motion verse (aka, the Ferverse). About 500 words, PG13-ish, un-beta'd.
Note: If anyone missed them and wants to read them in order, these fics start with Slow Motion, followed by Roman Holiday, and The Next Best Thing, and can be found here in my memories. But all you really need to know is that this is set in a post-NFA world in which Spike and Buffy are in a long distance relationship.
What Will The Neighbors Think?
She's had it with this long distance thing.
Yes, the phone calls are great. The phone sex is great. His letters to her...incredible. It's actually been good for them, she thinks, this being apart. They've gotten to know each so much better. A person who's lived for over a century has a lot of good stories in him, and Spike's told her many of them. Lying in bed, his voice in her ear, she closes her eyes and sees what he's seen. His descriptions are so vivid, it's easy to do. Of course, he leaves out the evil stuff. Usually.
What's most surprising to her are the things she's shared with him. He knows things about her that she's never told anyone else. And no matter how weird she thinks she is, whether it's slayer related or just plain Buffy weirdness, he loves her anyway. And she's crazier about him now than she ever was before. That's a good thing. A great thing.
But it's not enough anymore.
He wanted to prove himself? Check. He doesn't want to work with Giles? Tough. She's about to call and give him a piece of her mind when the doorbell rings.
It's Spike, hauling a steamer trunk. "Got room for me and all my worldly possessions?" He scratches his head when she doesn't answer. "Bugger. Prob'ly shoulda called first."
She drags him inside, the trunk bouncing on the floor where she tosses it. Her neighbors will be mad again. Whenever Spike visits, things tend to get...noisy. Well, they're about to get noisier. If her mouth would only open and form words so she could yell at him.
"Spike?!"
"Buffy?" He grins.
"Stop it! Are you...is this...?" Damn. She's not exactly brimming with the articulateyness. And she's too happy to see him to really get her mad on.
"Yes, I'm movin' in. Obviously. If you'll have me, that is. I mean, we talked about it..."
"But you said you weren't sure yet!"
"It's called 'misdirection.' Wanted to surprise you." He reaches out and pulls her close. She only resists a little. "Looks like it worked a little too well. Did you really think I wouldn't?"
"I...no...yes." Buffy sighs.
He strokes her hair, and she closes her eyes and leans into his touch. "Sorry, Slayer," he says softly.
"I'm glad you're here," she says, raising her head for a kiss. "So very, very glad. Though I reserve the right to curse you out later."
He nods seriously. "Of course."
Buffy allows herself to smile. "I love you, you know." She kisses him again.
Spike smiles against her mouth. "Yeah, I know. S'why I'm here."
As his mouth covers hers, he picks her up off the floor and she wraps her legs around his waist. They leave a trail of clothing through the apartment, but they don't quite make it to the bed. This time.
Her neighbors are going to be really mad, now.