TITLE: Between the Lines
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S
RATING: PG
PART: 1/1
Between the Lines
Witch.
Whelp.
Watcher.
Reproachful faces?
I hate to be left out!
So, where the hell's the slayer?
Poncy?
Nah!
Wouldn't come up here.
Not if I can prevent it.
Not as long as I've got a leg on her.
Wait a bloody minute.
Is this all because of last night?
Because of my insistence to claim her?
Well, maybe I should have explained my intention to her.
But hey, she's the bloody slayer, she should know I only meant to protect her.
Right?
Right!
It's not like I wander 'round claiming people.
Oh well, better make sure. Better check out on her.
And get the fuck away from that freak show giving me funny glares.
Alright, at least she's home.
'cuz I can smell her in there.
Her scent.
So purely Buffy.
Her rich sweet blood.
And since last night officially mine.
"Slayer?" I whisper, not wanting to startle.
The high-heel almost stamping my face telling me better.
"What the fuck's your problem?" I jell at her.
Result - the window slams shut into my face.
Great, now she's even more ticked than before.
What the fuck's wrong?
Did anybody hurt her?
I decide it's time for some etiquette.
Resolved face firmly in place, I walk up the front door.
"Hello Joyce, nice to see…"
Another door slams into my face.
My enhanced hearing picks up a muffled: "Stay away from my daughter."
Ups!
What happened to chocolate an marshmellow mom?
Didn't she always had a thing for the handsome, bleached vampire?
Oh well, I guess its back up that tree again.
Having made it up there I almost go flying back down to the floor.
The girl's got balls, so much's for sure.
But would anybody care to explain, why a bloody crucifix now is blocking my all-entrance-door?
"Buffy?" I try again.
"Go away!" She whines, another high-heel ready to fire.
Klirr!!!
The very next second I find myself covered with splinters.
"What the fuck…"
Without further ado I enter the room and grab hold of the slayer.
I don't give a damn, if she's fucking fuming.
All seething and bitchy the annoying little shit.
Although, I can not completely suppress a small grin, when my eyes find the enormous band-aid covering my bit.
My bit! My slayer! Yip!
I hesitate.
"You are sick?" I inquire.
"If so, it's because you made me!" She immediately snaps back.
Now I am seriously confused. Did me biting her really make her sick?
"It's just a bit," I stutter. "That's what vampire do when claiming a lover…"
Ups again!
I never intended to tell her.
But hey, lookie-da, all of a sudden she's all smilie-face again.
"So it wasn't just another one of your hilarious attempts to off the slayer?"
I guess that's the perfect moment to turn tail and run.
But being the besotted git I am, I only bent down to kiss her.
"Love ya, sweets," I whisper, feeling really, really stupid and uncool.
Her tiny hand comes to rest on my cheek.
"Love ya too, vampire," she smiles, pulling me closer into a searing kiss. "Although," she mumbles in between two kisses. "Next time I'd prefer to learn such things from you instead of some books or my watcher…"
My yaw quite literally drops to the floor.
"B-b-books?"
"W-w-watcher?"
Thoroughly embarrassed I watch a naughty little smile curl up her lips.
"You're alright there?" She asks, in the sweetest of voice, indulging in my discomfort.
Ever so slowly I feel laughter bubbling up to the surface.
**I just can't believe it.**
**The Council's seriously keeping books on…"
An innocent giggle slips from my lips.
Which is so strange, Buffy shoots me a questioning look.
Well, there is no way in hell I'm gonna explain this to her, no, no.
**Spikey, ol' mate,** I snigger, all the while ravishing her. **you're in deep shit.**
**Anyway,** the giggles erupts into laughter. **You're a vampire in love with a slayer, so better get used to it.**
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