Author: Ripe Wicked Plum

Rating-Pairing: G and Spike-Buffy

Notes: This has yet to be posted on my site, my little guinea pigs. Very

short.

Summary: What happens after Buffy invites Spike into her home during "The

Gift'

Spoilers: Season five, the Gift, mostly.

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A Few Simple Words

Vulnerability.

A word I never associated with Spike.

Arrogant, strong, irritating, those are words I associate with him. Killer,

murderer, vampire, demon, soulless...

Never vulnerable.

"Come in, Spike."

Three simple words. He looked at me like I had given him the world as he

stepped over the threshold.

He looked like he was about to smirk, but he looked away briefly before

smiling shyly.

"Hmm...presto...no barrier..."

Unsure, wary, vulnerable.

Lethal, murderer, smart.

"Till the end of the world," He vows without hesitation. "Even if it

happens to be tonight."

Honest, hateful, cruel.

I believe him. He always kept his word. Sort of.

I told him to leave town twice. He always came back. Maybe I should have

told him to never come again. He would have stayed away, if I had made him

promise. I never did.

Evil, vicious, deadly.

"I know you'll never love me..." He calls as I start up the stairs, and I

pause, turning around to face him.

"I know that I'm a monster..."

He never denied it. Angel did. Angel was a monster, as much as Spike. But he

would never admit it...never admit to himself what he was capable of, soul

or no soul. I had a glimpse of it when he came out of hell...what he could

be...what he could become, even with a soul.

Truth-sayer, pompous, beautiful, crass.

"But you treat me like a man...and..."

I wait for him to finish, but he looks away again, as if knowing the

futility of what he was saying.

Mocking, rude, rough.

"Get your stuff...I'll be here..."

I know he will be. He is always here, whether I wanted him to be or not. He

was always here. Tonight, he could die, and we both know it. I could die, or

the world will end.

I start back up the stairs, but pause half-way up.

Butcher, vain, powerful, sensual.

Depreciative, hard, stubborn, unyielding.

"Spike..."

He looks up at me, a frown marring his almost perfect features, "Yeah?"

Tender, sharp, venomous.

I look back up the stairs.

Fast, cold, sensitive.

"Are you coming?"

He looks towards the living room, "You said your weapons are down here..."

I smile. He doesn't get it.

"Spike..."

Unsure, killer, lover.

He looks at me, confusion evident on his face, "Slayer...?"

Changing, contradictory, strong, soft.

I take the hem of my sweater in my hands and pull it over my head. I wear a

black tank top underneath and I know it clings to my body.

His eyes widen as he stares at my face, not my body. I like that. I think he

knows this. He knows me better then I know myself. That's how he fights me.

He knows my insecurities, my strengths, my weakness.

He knows what I am. He tells me all the time.

Slayer.

He also knows who I am.

"You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it

kills you both. You'll fight....and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other

till it makes you quiver...but you'll never friends..."

A few simple words and he summed up me and Angel.

"Love isn't brains, children, its blood..."

"It always blood...blood is life. That's why we eat it....of course it's her

blood..."

"Blood screaming inside you to work it's will...I maybe love's bitch...but

at least I'm man enough to admit it..."

He takes a step towards me, his face flickering with a myriad of emotions

that he's not supposed to have.

Love, hate, anticipation, anxiety, disappointment, realization, love...

I turn again and continue up the stairs, knowing he will follow me.

Just as it is my destiny to live, love, lead, hurt, slay and die, it's his

destiny to follow, to fight, to hate, to love, to lose, to hurt.

Maybe he's wrong. Maybe, one day, I will love him.

For now, a few simple words will do.

"Spike, make love to me."

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The End

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