BtVS / Spuffy — Consuming
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100wordsTitle: Consuming
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, toward the end of ep. 6x08 “Tabula Rasa,” right before the kiss at the Bronze.
Summary: Spike is fed up with Buffy’s rejection | Companion to “Beacon” but can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #383 - Pretend
Crossposted:drabble_zone, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike walked away from Buffy with a grunt.
Soddin’ stuck-up bitch! She could keep pretending but he knew she craved him. And who the hell did she think she was, snogging him like that a couple of nights ago and then giving him the brush-off?
The live band performing at the Bronze tonight was playing their latest radio hit. Spike stood in a corner, scanning the crowd with yearning. Oh, to be able to kill again. Those poor sods would be the perfect outlet for his pent-up frustration.
Then she came to him, blurting out excuses, kissing him, consuming him.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
veronyxk84Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, toward the end of ep. 6x08 “Tabula Rasa,” right before the kiss at the Bronze.
Summary: Spike is fed up with Buffy’s rejection | Companion to “Beacon” but can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #383 - Pretend
Crossposted:
drabble_zone, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark —
Spike walked away from Buffy with a grunt.
Soddin’ stuck-up bitch! She could keep pretending but he knew she craved him. And who the hell did she think she was, snogging him like that a couple of nights ago and then giving him the brush-off?
The live band performing at the Bronze tonight was playing their latest radio hit. Spike stood in a corner, scanning the crowd with yearning. Oh, to be able to kill again. Those poor sods would be the perfect outlet for his pent-up frustration.
Then she came to him, blurting out excuses, kissing him, consuming him.
