| Title: Very Bad Man Author: Bree Email: [email protected] Rating: R (for language because Spike's such a bad boy, he makes me do it!) Spoilers: Future fic (Dawn's 18) -- post 'The Gift' Summary: Spike's got it bad for someone. Very bad. Genre: Dramedy (I guess, maybe Sillyfic -- you tell me) Classification: Crush'ship, definitely Future'ship Archived: Athenaeum only, unless you've got an S/D fic site and have been archiving my other stuff. Anyone else, just ask first so I know where to find it. Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were. Blah, blah, blah. Dedication: To Spike, because he was just itchin' to get this out. *eg* And to Laure for her wonderful feedback of 'Veil'. And to Tairis for understanding women as only Tairis can. Also to the insane Armadillo Gang at DawnAndSpike. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I'm a bad man. No, I'm a *very* bad man. I'm a *very* bad man with *very* bad, naughty thoughts. It was bound to happen. You know, workplace 'n all. Spending all that time together, one-on-one, workin' side by side. Feelings are bound to develop. Least that's what I keep tryin' to convince myself. Remember tellin' Buffy that once. I was certain she had feelings for me, too. Should've known better thinkin' the Slayer'd have feelings for me. Stupid git -- how daft can one person be? This time I'm not wrong. This time I *know* she's got feelings for me. Seen it in her eyes, felt it in her touch. Cor, girl's got me spinnin' so bad I can't think straight. Can't sit straight either now that I got her in my mind. Bloody. Sodding. Hell. What was it that Buffy/Faith chit said to me? "Because it's wrong." Can't seem to get that out of my head. Hold up. Why should I let something that's wrong stop me from doin' what I want? I'm a bleedin' vampire, William the Fucking Bloody and all that rot. 'Course it's wrong, her bein' the light and all. Her bein' pure and innocent and, oh sod it all. I'm turnin' into the bloody Poof. Not only that, Buffy'd kick my ass if she knew what I've been thinking, been plannin'. What the hell, she'd kick my ass even if I wasn't havin' these thoughts. She was always enjoying a round of 'Kick the Spike.' Trouble is, so is bitty Buffy. Damn if she knew how hot she is when she's throwin' those punches my way, playing the big bad bitty Slayer 'n all. If I don't do it now, I'll never do it and then I'll be hatin' myself in a few years when she's off with some other git. That's what started this whole thing anyway. Her makin' plans for the stupid prom 'n all with her friends. Got an invite to go with some hot 'n' heavy football star, so she's doing the girly-girl thing now spinnin' round in those dresses that show way more than anyone should ever be imagining 'bout her. 'Cept me, that is. Hell, even Peaches at his 240+ years was shiftin' in his britches for the Slayer when she was only sweet sixteen. Lil' bit is all grown up and 18 now and I'm still a young buck at 120+. What the fuck am I waiting for? Sod. It. All. Cor, it's ringing. Probably will laugh in my face and then kick my ass. Nope, she'll kick my ass first then laugh at me. No one's pickin' up. Guess that's my answer then. Shit. " . . . 'allo, Nibblet?" Bloody hell. END(?) |