Title: The Angels Themselves Did Weep aka Coat Porn

Summary: This story is the story Joss Whedon was afraid to tell, and is far superior to anything ME has ever shown on Buffy. Ever.

Raison d'etre: This story is a different style for me, not parody, sort of scripty. But I put a lot of work into this, trying to get into Buffy and Spike's heads at this point in S7. I kept asking myself "How do they really feel about each other?" "Does Buffy need Spike's demon to give her the power?" (metaphorically you smut hounds) "How will Buffy and Spike put behind the past pain in order to rekindle a physical relationship?" "What thoughts will guide their actions?" "Is the coat a symbol of Spike's reclaiming of his demon half?" "Is the coat a symbol of Buffy and Spike's burning attraction and intertwined destiny?" "Or is the coat just a damn coat?"

I hope I've managed to convey all this in my fic, without going too far in the wrong direction.

Acknowledgements: I need to thank my amazing betas: mr. monkeybottoms for the mind blowing sex, adjrun for being my future lover (and for the stage direction), lovebytez and Nautibitz for letting me be the trois in their ménage, shadowlass for being the first person to declare my story the Best. Fic. Ever., dionneshea for getting the KY jelly off the coat, kjdraft for turning me onto the whole Coat Porn phenomenon, sallyanne for being the evillest evil to ever evil, and cousinjean for commanding the best group of mindless minions, EVER.

And now, without further ado, I present –

THE ANGELS THEMSELVES DID WEEP aka COAT PORN

INT. SUMMER'S HOUSE - BASEMENT - DAY

BUFFY walks down the basement stairs, faces off with SPIKE, who's pawing the SLAYERETTES' unmentionables.

BUFFY
You brought the coat out of retirement.

SPIKE
Yeah, I've got a new attitude and all that.

BUFFY
Great. (beat) Take it the fuck off.

They fuck.

FADE OUT.

THE END


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