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asgardmeridiem2014-04-26 05:53 pm
allbloodyhail) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-04-26 05:53 pm
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[ closed ] you ain't been loved like you should.
Who: BOFFY SOMMORS & SPOKO
What: Nothing good!!
When: Day 437
Where: Buffy's hizzy.
Rating: R? idk eventually.
After their reconnection on the Network, Spike resolved to stop by and see her on the way to Fred and Gunn's. He only realized after he was at her door and knocking that it was a little weird to have a duffel over one shoulder and a kitten on the other. A sleek black motorcycle that used to belong to Max was parked outside and a smile pasted on his face that looked easily confident. Inside, he didn't feel that way at all, but the cheer was genuine. He was excited to see her. And to confirm, yet again, that she wasn't a robot. (Goddamnit, Andrew.)
Tennyson the gray kitty let out a yowl in greeting as the door swung open and Spike shrugged the shoulder his bag was slung over, meeting Buffy's eyes the second they became available to his gaze. "What she said." There was a moment's hesitation before he leaned in and kissed her cheek, a bit of heat rising up his collar at the gesture. Where it had felt fraternal and downright mundane with Hermione and Anna, here it felt foreign and misplaced. Maybe he had already overstepped. "Heya, Slayer."
What: Nothing good!!
When: Day 437
Where: Buffy's hizzy.
Rating: R? idk eventually.
After their reconnection on the Network, Spike resolved to stop by and see her on the way to Fred and Gunn's. He only realized after he was at her door and knocking that it was a little weird to have a duffel over one shoulder and a kitten on the other. A sleek black motorcycle that used to belong to Max was parked outside and a smile pasted on his face that looked easily confident. Inside, he didn't feel that way at all, but the cheer was genuine. He was excited to see her. And to confirm, yet again, that she wasn't a robot. (Goddamnit, Andrew.)
Tennyson the gray kitty let out a yowl in greeting as the door swung open and Spike shrugged the shoulder his bag was slung over, meeting Buffy's eyes the second they became available to his gaze. "What she said." There was a moment's hesitation before he leaned in and kissed her cheek, a bit of heat rising up his collar at the gesture. Where it had felt fraternal and downright mundane with Hermione and Anna, here it felt foreign and misplaced. Maybe he had already overstepped. "Heya, Slayer."