Stand and deliver what, exactly? (PG)
Prompt: Highwaywoman
Set: sometime in a fluffy post-series world
Words: c170
"You're telling me you've never even thought about it? With your strength?" He's grinning, and you know he's only slightly serious. But this is still Spike, and you can tell that he has in fact thought about this.
"I use my powers for good," you say. Meaning it, but also a little embarrassed that you think something so virtuous. "I don't really see myself taking up mugging. Even if I really needed the cash."
He snorts. "Shame. And wasn't thinking of you in an alley with a flick-knife, love. More like a highwaywoman, all swirling cape and half-mask. Riding hell for leather over heathland to escape the law. Taking a kiss from a handsome man in lieu of the jewel he wears to remember his lost love." He trails off, pensively.
You relax. Not so much a backsliding on the road to redemption then. More of a happy fantasy. This you can deal with.
No, you can't actually ride a horse. But there could be outfits.
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