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Spike's POV
The crypt's been a bit quiet of late. Buffy doesn't show up as often as I'd like, but hell, did she ever? I'm tired of this bloody place. And my poetry isn't getting any better either. All I can write about are brunettes with brown eyes and... Well, I 'spose it's better than writing bout the poof. I ain't much better. Writing poetry like this. hmmph. Soon as I get this chip out, I'll tear out all their jugulars, have me a right nice barbecue, I will. Guts for garters and all that.
Knock Knock
Shit, forgot about the whelp going to bring me brownies. He lets himself in of course.
"You're not doing push-ups again, are ya, Spike?"
"Shuddup, boy, you got the goods?"
"Yeah, yeah. One container full of Willowlicious..." What's he lookin' at? He's bending now and, oi, he's got a right nice arse. Keep it straight, Willie old boy. "What's this?" Shit! My book!
"Ain't nothin! Give it here." Aw, fuck, he's using my height disadvantage against me.
"Aww, does Spike-y Wike-y want his book?" I jump up to grab it and almost had it but he moved away. He's got it open.
"Look, friend, come on, gimme the book back. I SAID NOW, YOU ARSE!"
He looks up at me with this look of shock and question in his eyes. Suddenly, it sounds like a bleedin' orchestra is playing outside. I go look out the door and find nothing. From behind me, brown eyes' voice starts singing my words.
"My gift is my song
And this one's for you
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song"
I sit down in my lovely easy chair and am fucking pissed off. He may have a wonderful voice, but he can't hear the end. "Boy, give it back. You know.....
It maybe quite simple
But now that it's done
Hope you don't mind"
I cut off. I don't want to tell him but..
"I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world"
He's shocked. I can tell. But there's a smile on his face.
Now the greb's actually singin' with feeling. He couldn't .....
"Sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss
Well some of these verses well
They got me quite cross..."
I interrupt him. I don't want him singin' my song no more. "Look whelp,
But the sun's been kind
While I wrote this song
It's for people like you that
Keep it turned on...."
And now he interrupts me again. Bleedin' hell, get off my lap! You can't... sing so well to me... stop.... i.... I've lost this fight around my heart haven't I? It was love at first friggin' sight. Damn love.
He cups my face in his hands, almost tenderly and I can't help but go game face from that way he's just sittin right there and.... . He looks straight in my yellow eyes and...
"So excuse me for forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen"
Now we're kissing and the boy's got a tongue on him like a... Screw thinkin bout this. He's better than Buffy ever was. He's mine! And I ain't takin' no for an answer this time.
"Spike... I'm in love with you. And it's crazy cause you're all grr and... I know you were with Buffy but, I want to be with you."
"Bitch told?"
"She'd never... but I would! I'll tell them. and you....
And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple
But now that it's done"
I'm actually smilin like a poofter now and I just belt out the words, my lips millimeters from his.
"I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world"
"I'll never mind...."
"Never? You wouldn't mind tellin' your do-gooder friends that we're shaggin'?"
"No, I wouldn't. but... who says we're having sex?"
And I have to grin. "Gimme time. We will be."
"I don't have time."
"Then we'll just have to do it now won't we?"
"Guess so."
"Oooh you are a nummy treat, pet."
The End