Title: The Soulmatchers
Rating: R (Just to be on the safe side)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy, except Cassie and Orion – they belong to me.
Spoilers:- Up to Dead Things, things are different from there on in. Crossover with Angel later on. This is my first ever fanfiction so reviews would be helpful, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Chapter 1. Breaking up is hard to do.
Spike had been expecting her and there she was in all her golden glory. She'd made her usual heavy-handed entrance, the door flying back against the crypt wall with a terrific bang. He watched from his chair as she advanced with feline intent until she stood in front of him, her right hand clenching and unclenching as if missing her trusty wooden stake. He wondered idly if she even knew she was doing it. She clearly had something on her mind but he stood to forestall her. She stepped back quickly as his action brought him close to invading her personal space and he smirked, for once the devil wasn't lurking in his deep blue eyes.
"Relax, Slayer, I'm not going to pounce on you and rip all your clothes off, even if that's what you want me to do." He dug into the pocket of his duster and brought out his cigarettes and lighter. He extracted one from the packet and lit it, the flames highlighting the ugly mess of his face; eyes swollen and black, split lip still bloody.
"No, Buffy, I don't want you to apologise – not that you ever do normally. I need to say this before I..oh bloody hell, Slayer, I never thought I'd ever say this but I don't want you coming here any more."
"You heard me, I don't want you coming here. I can't do this any more. I love you, don't interrupt." This when he saw her open her mouth. "Ilove you and you know I want more than you're willing to give. I want you to admit there's more to what we have at the moment, more than sex. But I know you're never going to admit that, so I want you to leave me alone. I'll be here for you and the 'Bit and even those bleedin' friends of yours but I won't be here for you to be used for sex. You come to me when you're ready to admit you love me, but not before then." He pulled hard on the cigarette and blew out the smoke, hoping against hope that for once in her life she'd do the unexpected and throw herself into his arms declaring her undying love for him.
'Yeah, right mate, and hell just ordered a consignment of iceskates' his demon jeered.
"I see." Buffy didn't know what to say.
"No, you don't see. Slayer, but I do. You've finally beaten it into me, d'rather 've 'ad a less painful wake-up call, but you know me." He took another drag on the cigarette. "Buffy, you need to get out into the light again, and talk to your friends. I know they've got problems of their own but if you can't let them in then you'll never be able to let anyone in" Including me, he added silently.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked. "I told you this is all I can give you."
"I want more, I've always wanted more and until you can give that then I'd rather do without." He dropped and crushed the cigarette under his boot. "Now 'd like you to get out. And try knocking in future, Slayer." He turned away before he could change his mind, before he looked into those changeable eyes of hers and did what his demon was screaming at him to do, scoop her up into his arms and take her down below to his bed and make her feel.
He tensed as he heard her footsteps behind him then winced as the door slammed. Well, he thought, she could still feel anger. He slumped into his chair and ran his hands over his face, not surprised to find himself wiping away tears. Had he blown it? All for the sake of his pride and the slim chance at love? Yes, you pillock, his demon raged, because hot sex was better than nothing at all.
Spike reached down beside the chair and came up with an almost full bottle of cheap whiskey, maybe his demon would be happier pissed out of its brain, he thought as he took the first gulp of many to oblivion.
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