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Leaving (PG)
A Spike/Giles fic... coz Joe seemed to want weird!!! It's short, and not especially dirty, since Spike/Giles... well, I can only write/visualise so much myself...
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"Did you know?" His eyes are narrowed, forehead wrinkled, far from hot vamp daddy wrinkled, but there's that heat, nevertheless. The funny power thing that gets me every time.
I sigh. "I knew." What else can I say, really? There are moments for baiting, moments for playing, moments for trying my damnedest to keep my hands the hell away from him. This isn't one of those. This is about her. The girl. My girl, I think. Get her in the dark with me, just for a second.
It's his turn to sigh. He looks for a moment like he'll say something else, but he stops, takes off his glasses, and wipes them, replaces them.
"Buffy's going alone."
"Don't be a stupid git. There is no-"
"If I want your opinion, Spike, I'll- I'll never want your opinion."
Never want my opinion? the shows we put on, just to keep the crowd quiet. The moment we're backstage- then it all changes.
"We are not your way to Buffy. There is no way to Buffy."
No, but there's a way to you, isn't there, Rupert. Rupert? Hiding behind those little women, charming them with all the mystery and magicks? Who was that first one, the one Angelus did in? Some gypsy woman, sent in to haunt the hell out of, or into, Angel. It backfired. That second one, the reason I was sent to Xander's, instead of chained up in the bath... I hadn't been chained up in the bath, most of the time, of course.
We all play our parts.
"Look, uh.. Willow.. I think we ought to try the spell. Among other things, I'd like to shower sometime today. Alone."
It's true, he does like to shower alone. Me, I don't mind. Before, after, during. But Rupert? he's a bedroom kind of guy, believe it or not. Most of the time, anyway.
"You're not too old to put across my knee, you know... sonny." "You do inspire a, um ... particular feeling of ... familiarity and ... disappointment."
Not just across his knee? Certain familiarity indeed? indeed.
Remembering how this whole thing began is like remembering my own name- not as easy as it might seem. William, then Spike, sometimes William again. In Sunnydale, out, in again, and in bed with the watcher. The former watcher, as I liked to remind him, as often and at as inopportune times as possible. Like when I've got him beneath me and the only sweet nothing that's coming to me is to tell him to take it like a retired librarian. Whatever that means.
Getting the hell out of SunnyD was something of a priority, the first time I left. Dru's lips tasted like Angelus. Also tasted a lot like a librarian. A very soggy, teary, broken librarian. Kinda left a bit of a craving in my mouth too. So coming back, ostensibly to kill Buffy, or get her in the sack with me, or to be chipped and thrown aside- take your pick, they were all valid reasons- well, I also had other beings to seduce, too. Just to take a little taste, see what I could take that might not protest too loudly. Might not stake me while walking a while in the dark.
"You meant it, hey?" I'm asking curiously. Watcher boy's said it before, hinted all summer. Hell, he actually left for a while, before getting his sorry ass dragged back into this mess. Back indeed, and as if our girl could have gone to hell. He knew it, I knew it.
"I meant it Spike." The heaviness in his voice is not like any I've heard before, not even one hundred and forty seven days before now. "I'm leaving. I'll be gone indefinitely. There's nothing more I can do here." He turns to go, then pauses. "Take care of her for me Spike?"
I nodded. Everything between us was about her. Everything. "Will do, Rupert." I look him up and down, could be that ?one last time' people talk about. "How's about it Rupes? One last shag before you go?"
He moves towards me, and for a second I think he's going to say yes, and for a second I think he's going to stake me. He does neither. He's standing so close I can feel his breath and he leans in and kisses me. So much for last times. This is the first time in two and a half years of shagging that he's done that.
Then he walks away.
A Spike/Giles fic... coz Joe seemed to want weird!!! It's short, and not especially dirty, since Spike/Giles... well, I can only write/visualise so much myself...
***************
"Did you know?" His eyes are narrowed, forehead wrinkled, far from hot vamp daddy wrinkled, but there's that heat, nevertheless. The funny power thing that gets me every time.
I sigh. "I knew." What else can I say, really? There are moments for baiting, moments for playing, moments for trying my damnedest to keep my hands the hell away from him. This isn't one of those. This is about her. The girl. My girl, I think. Get her in the dark with me, just for a second.
It's his turn to sigh. He looks for a moment like he'll say something else, but he stops, takes off his glasses, and wipes them, replaces them.
***
"Buffy's going alone."
"Don't be a stupid git. There is no-"
"If I want your opinion, Spike, I'll- I'll never want your opinion."
Never want my opinion? the shows we put on, just to keep the crowd quiet. The moment we're backstage- then it all changes.
"We are not your way to Buffy. There is no way to Buffy."
No, but there's a way to you, isn't there, Rupert. Rupert? Hiding behind those little women, charming them with all the mystery and magicks? Who was that first one, the one Angelus did in? Some gypsy woman, sent in to haunt the hell out of, or into, Angel. It backfired. That second one, the reason I was sent to Xander's, instead of chained up in the bath... I hadn't been chained up in the bath, most of the time, of course.
We all play our parts.
"Look, uh.. Willow.. I think we ought to try the spell. Among other things, I'd like to shower sometime today. Alone."
It's true, he does like to shower alone. Me, I don't mind. Before, after, during. But Rupert? he's a bedroom kind of guy, believe it or not. Most of the time, anyway.
"You're not too old to put across my knee, you know... sonny." "You do inspire a, um ... particular feeling of ... familiarity and ... disappointment."
Not just across his knee? Certain familiarity indeed? indeed.
***
Remembering how this whole thing began is like remembering my own name- not as easy as it might seem. William, then Spike, sometimes William again. In Sunnydale, out, in again, and in bed with the watcher. The former watcher, as I liked to remind him, as often and at as inopportune times as possible. Like when I've got him beneath me and the only sweet nothing that's coming to me is to tell him to take it like a retired librarian. Whatever that means.
Getting the hell out of SunnyD was something of a priority, the first time I left. Dru's lips tasted like Angelus. Also tasted a lot like a librarian. A very soggy, teary, broken librarian. Kinda left a bit of a craving in my mouth too. So coming back, ostensibly to kill Buffy, or get her in the sack with me, or to be chipped and thrown aside- take your pick, they were all valid reasons- well, I also had other beings to seduce, too. Just to take a little taste, see what I could take that might not protest too loudly. Might not stake me while walking a while in the dark.
***
"You meant it, hey?" I'm asking curiously. Watcher boy's said it before, hinted all summer. Hell, he actually left for a while, before getting his sorry ass dragged back into this mess. Back indeed, and as if our girl could have gone to hell. He knew it, I knew it.
"I meant it Spike." The heaviness in his voice is not like any I've heard before, not even one hundred and forty seven days before now. "I'm leaving. I'll be gone indefinitely. There's nothing more I can do here." He turns to go, then pauses. "Take care of her for me Spike?"
I nodded. Everything between us was about her. Everything. "Will do, Rupert." I look him up and down, could be that ?one last time' people talk about. "How's about it Rupes? One last shag before you go?"
He moves towards me, and for a second I think he's going to say yes, and for a second I think he's going to stake me. He does neither. He's standing so close I can feel his breath and he leans in and kisses me. So much for last times. This is the first time in two and a half years of shagging that he's done that.
Then he walks away.
