Prompt #1 Seeking the Light(er)-Teen
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tamingthemuseLeaping in where angels fear to tread....I present my first story for your esteemed consideration:
Title: Seeking the Light(er)
Author: SunnyD_lite
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: Pickpocket
Warnings: Mention of kinks, strong language Spike/Buffy
Rating: Teen
Set: After Gone, before Dead Things
Word Count: 668
A/N: Thanks to a rapid beta by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
desoto_hia873
Summary: There is a scene in Gone where Spike retrieves his lighter from Buffy's jean front pocket. That was the inspiration for this piece. After one of their sessions, Spike looks for a missing lighter.
Fuck bloody fuck.
Spike worked in a circular search and rescue pattern starting at the bed and working outward through the debris of tossed covers and torn clothing - all were his, he noted sourly.
Slayer played a wild game -- bloody wore him ragged then raced off as if pursued by the hounds of hell. Scratch that. He'd heard stories of her chasing hellhounds or some such.
The girl did twist every rule going, including rising from the dead even if it had taken more than the church-sanctioned three days. FUCK! He must really need a fag if his C of E training was leaking through.
Where the hell was his lighter?
Last he saw of it, Slayer was using it on a candle. Wax play. His vanilla little Slayer was sampling all of the thirty-wonderful kinks she could think of, and a few more that he'd suggested.
Where the fuck was his lighter?
A thought wormed its way to the surface. She'd held it before.
He slammed it down, but not fast enough.
Sodding romantic William.
He'd thought that they'd form a connection, that she could be herself--her full self--with him.
But the more they connected, the further away she got.
*Dirty little secret*
He'd only found out about her job because Niblet had been so worried, even if she was looking forward to the free burgers. When he had dropped by, her only reaction was resignation.
It was killing her, all of it.
And the old cures weren't working.
Where the bloody hell was that lighter? With a sudden jerk, he tossed the bed on its side and glared at the JD bottles, an old Cosmo--must have been Harm's--lace panties, and a glint of silver that caught his eye.
Ah ha!
Or not.
Watching the handcuffs swinging off his finger, he sat leaning against the upturned bed swigging the dregs out of the various bottles he'd found. Plan A hadn't worked, time to try something else.
The Slayer was back, the demon community knew that for bloody sure. As much fun as their summer camp had been, an aged Watcher, two witches, a shop girl, and a carpenter were no equal to a Slayer, even with his and that thing's help.
He'd tried to shield Niblet from the bits of Bot that night. He'd tried to shield himself as well, because as much as he'd hated it, it was still a piece of her. Hadn't realized that pieces were all he would ever get. Only the bits she wouldn't show her friends. Her family.
Still didn't have his sodding lighter.
Messy as it was, he knew his crypt. Maybe he should give sweet Willie his due on that thought. But normally one only kept trophies of things they were proud of.
Their time together, what did it mean to her? Flesh pounding flesh, a guaranteed endorphin rush? A bit of fun? A rebellion?
Or a place without censure, where she could just be? "I can be alone with you here," she'd said, when her friends were too much. And how often did she get that chance? Not to be big sis, or slayer, or breadwinner? No expectations, no role to fill--just to be.
How ruddy Zen--or was that Tao? He'd never bothered much with Chinese anything, though Szechwan had some nice kick to its spicing, not as good as a vindaloo and he'd kill for a good curry...he'd killed for much less.
She was killing him.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
Last time, he'd left it behind, and found in it her pocket. Looks like this time, she'd nicked it. At least he knew where that lighter was.
This Slayer had twisted all the rules. Got him playing for the side of the angels against Angelus, didn't she? How many vamps can say they've saved the world? How many would bloody want to?
New game then.
Time to get his lighter back.
And he knew just the pocket to pick.
Title: Seeking the Light(er)
Author: SunnyD_lite
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: Pickpocket
Warnings: Mention of kinks, strong language Spike/Buffy
Rating: Teen
Set: After Gone, before Dead Things
Word Count: 668
A/N: Thanks to a rapid beta by
desoto_hia873 Summary: There is a scene in Gone where Spike retrieves his lighter from Buffy's jean front pocket. That was the inspiration for this piece. After one of their sessions, Spike looks for a missing lighter.
Fuck bloody fuck.
Spike worked in a circular search and rescue pattern starting at the bed and working outward through the debris of tossed covers and torn clothing - all were his, he noted sourly.
Slayer played a wild game -- bloody wore him ragged then raced off as if pursued by the hounds of hell. Scratch that. He'd heard stories of her chasing hellhounds or some such.
The girl did twist every rule going, including rising from the dead even if it had taken more than the church-sanctioned three days. FUCK! He must really need a fag if his C of E training was leaking through.
Where the hell was his lighter?
Last he saw of it, Slayer was using it on a candle. Wax play. His vanilla little Slayer was sampling all of the thirty-wonderful kinks she could think of, and a few more that he'd suggested.
Where the fuck was his lighter?
A thought wormed its way to the surface. She'd held it before.
He slammed it down, but not fast enough.
Sodding romantic William.
He'd thought that they'd form a connection, that she could be herself--her full self--with him.
But the more they connected, the further away she got.
*Dirty little secret*
He'd only found out about her job because Niblet had been so worried, even if she was looking forward to the free burgers. When he had dropped by, her only reaction was resignation.
It was killing her, all of it.
And the old cures weren't working.
Where the bloody hell was that lighter? With a sudden jerk, he tossed the bed on its side and glared at the JD bottles, an old Cosmo--must have been Harm's--lace panties, and a glint of silver that caught his eye.
Ah ha!
Or not.
Watching the handcuffs swinging off his finger, he sat leaning against the upturned bed swigging the dregs out of the various bottles he'd found. Plan A hadn't worked, time to try something else.
The Slayer was back, the demon community knew that for bloody sure. As much fun as their summer camp had been, an aged Watcher, two witches, a shop girl, and a carpenter were no equal to a Slayer, even with his and that thing's help.
He'd tried to shield Niblet from the bits of Bot that night. He'd tried to shield himself as well, because as much as he'd hated it, it was still a piece of her. Hadn't realized that pieces were all he would ever get. Only the bits she wouldn't show her friends. Her family.
Still didn't have his sodding lighter.
Messy as it was, he knew his crypt. Maybe he should give sweet Willie his due on that thought. But normally one only kept trophies of things they were proud of.
Their time together, what did it mean to her? Flesh pounding flesh, a guaranteed endorphin rush? A bit of fun? A rebellion?
Or a place without censure, where she could just be? "I can be alone with you here," she'd said, when her friends were too much. And how often did she get that chance? Not to be big sis, or slayer, or breadwinner? No expectations, no role to fill--just to be.
How ruddy Zen--or was that Tao? He'd never bothered much with Chinese anything, though Szechwan had some nice kick to its spicing, not as good as a vindaloo and he'd kill for a good curry...he'd killed for much less.
She was killing him.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
Last time, he'd left it behind, and found in it her pocket. Looks like this time, she'd nicked it. At least he knew where that lighter was.
This Slayer had twisted all the rules. Got him playing for the side of the angels against Angelus, didn't she? How many vamps can say they've saved the world? How many would bloody want to?
New game then.
Time to get his lighter back.
And he knew just the pocket to pick.
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Date: 2006-07-15 03:06 am (UTC)~Nebula
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Date: 2006-07-15 03:32 pm (UTC)Thank you for the very quick and complimentary feedback, does a writer good it does!
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Date: 2006-07-15 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-15 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-15 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-15 03:34 pm (UTC)This fits Spike's personality to a T. Thank you. He was the first character to take up residence in my brain. I'm pleased he's still living there!
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Date: 2006-07-15 03:55 pm (UTC)One thing... "C of E training" I doubt many readers will know this one... you might just want to say Church of England.
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Date: 2006-07-28 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 02:53 am (UTC)Seeking the Light(er)
Date: 2006-07-28 04:14 am (UTC)Seeking the Light(er)
Date: 2006-07-28 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 03:14 pm (UTC)I love the characterisation of Spike here. you get into his head and the whirlwinded-ness of his thought proceses works perfectly.
Seeking the Light(er)
Date: 2006-07-28 04:16 am (UTC)Wow!
Date: 2006-07-16 09:06 pm (UTC)SR
Re: Wow!
Date: 2006-07-28 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-05 12:11 am (UTC)It was killing her, all of it.
And the old cures weren't working.
Awesome.
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Date: 2006-08-10 04:58 am (UTC)yup that lighter has turned up in many a fic of mine! Glad you enjoyed it and thank you for both linking and commenting!
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Date: 2007-08-18 09:34 am (UTC)I love the expansion of that moment from the show that I loved so much. And great way of describing what he's trying to give to her, trying to let her have, whatever the cost to himself.
...and he'd kill for a good curry...he'd killed for much less.
Wow, that's a line I'm sure to remember.
Great romping through Spike's head kind of fun from beginning to succinct end.