TITLE: A Quiet Night At Home

AUTHOR: Spike Girl


DISCLAIMER: Look at me. No--just look. See? Does it LOOK like I own Buffy? (Correct answer—NO.) Even if I CLAIMED to...By the time you filed a lawsuit, hired a lawyer, scheduled the court dates, and whatever else, you'd be out more money that I actually have. So the little arrangement we have now works well. You read, I stay poor, and everyone's happy. Well, except me. And possibly you after you read this ;).

DEDICATION: This is for Sarah2...Because I managed to talk to you AND write this in about 5 minutes. You bring out the multitasking in me!!

FEEDBACK: Flames are welcome and appreciated. The only reason I started writing fiction was to keep certain FRIENDS (who, in fact, I'll be complaining about in EVERY fic I ever write) from posting those naked pictures of me up all over the Internet. What? The pictures don't exist? Well...uhh....they're just really mean friends! THEY MAKE ME WRITE WHEN I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR IT! Anyway, E-mail me at spike_girl@angelfire.com ;).

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Who knows where this one came from? We'll just go with delirium from starvation ;).


Spike stroked the warm body softly, delighting in the mewls of pleasure he elicited from her.

"That's right, luv. Can't get enough of Spike, can you? S'okay...I get that all of the time."

With a cocky grin, he increased the intensity of his ministrations and looked into the glowing hazel eyes.

"You're *mine* pet. You hear that? All mine. No one but me is going to lay a bloody finger on you ever again. You've got my word on that."

There was silence. He looked over at his companion worriedly, wondering if he had done something wrong. It was always like this....He tried his best, it was never good enough, and he got totally shut down. The story of his unlife.

"Don't be mad at me, luv. I'll do anything for you. You know that."

That earned Spike a sly smile. She crawled into his lap and began snuggling against him, trying to settle in a comfortable position.

"So that's what you want. Who am I to deny you?" He laid a gentle kiss on her forehead ran his nails up and down her back. The small figure's movements lessened, and a little sigh escaped from her parted lips.

Spike noticed the beautiful eyes drooping closed. With a soft smile, he gathered the sleeping form in his arms and headed towards his bed.

"Spike?? Are you in here? We just uncovered a vamp nest in the alley behind the Bronze. I need your help."

With a guilty look on his face, Spike turned towards the entrance of the crypt. He quickly finished tucking his girl into bed and kissed her once more. Giving her one last longing look, he followed Buffy into the night. Laughing could be heard outside the crypt.

"Your duster's covered in cat hair AGAIN, Spike. What demon's going to take you seriously once they find out you have a pet?"