One Good Day
Written by: Spike's Slayer Vixen
Author's Website
Summary: Buffy decides to have herself one good day.
Spoilers: Not set in any
particular season. Buffy is completely over Angel. She loves Spike (come on,
we all know that she does, I just get her to admit it).
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Distribution: Most of the chapters of my fics can be found on my webpage at
http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/youvebeenslayed This link
actually works by the way! If you are interested in having your work posted there or would like to post any of my work on your site, please
just e-mail me.
Author's Comments: This is for all of you who are sick of seeing Buffy end
up with Angel.
Feedback: Yes, feedback, please! sara_pridmore@yahoo.com
The minute I wake up, I immediately realize that it's my favorite
kind of day outside. I can hear the rain pelting hard against the
window panes and the roof of the house as I snuggle up under my
comforter and just stare at my ceiling. I hear thunder in the
distance, rumbling softly, and think to myself that today I'm taking
a day off from everything and everybody. Except him. Muted light
shines through my curtains and I hear Dawn's alarm clock go off, so I
know that it's seven o'clock exactly. I shut my eyes quickly and even
out my breathing, knowing that she will come in to see if I'm awake.
Sure enough, I hear the door creak as she opens it a little and peaks
in. I hear mutter something about how it must be nice to get to sleep
in as she shuts the door, no doubt heading downstairs to get some
breakfast before she has to leave for school. Of course, there is
always the possibility that she will ditch school altogether, but I'm
really beyond caring and either way, I know that I'll have the day to
myself.
When I finally hear the door slam shut downstairs and I know that she
is gone, I throw back the covers and stand up, feeling the chilly
floor against my bare feet. I think for a moment about calling into
work but then decide to just say fuck it. It's not like the
Doublemeat Palace is going to shut down just because I play hooky for
the day. Besides, what are they going to do anyway? Fire me? That
would be proof to me that there *is* a God, except I don't need proof
because I was in Heaven. I decide not to think about it because I
really don't want to wallow in self-pity today. There is always
tomorrow for that, and the next day, and the next. Today, I'm going
to have one good day.
I pad into the bathroom and turn on the shower full blast, letting
the bathroom steam up before I step under the scalding spray. The
water burns my skin, turning it bright red, but I have found that I
like it. I like the pain. Sounds sadistic, I know, but who cares? I
like what I like. I lather up my hair with shampoo and lose myself in
the quiet peace of the bathroom. I stay in the shower long after I
have shampooed, conditioned, and repeated until I feel the water get
cooler. I turn off the water and step out, dripping everywhere
because I just don't care. I towel dry my hair and my body and then
stand in front of the mirror, sticking my tongue out at my
reflection. After I have entertained myself with making faces in the
mirror, I drop my towel and wander into my bedroom naked. I walk over
to my closet, taking about five seconds to consider what I'm going to
wear today. Black tank top, black jeans, black boots. I apply black
eyeliner and mascara and smile at the little black cloud that always
seems to follow me around. Ah, my constant companion.
I'm startled a little when I hear the phone ring, but I don't answer
it. I have the day off, remember? I don't care if the world itself is
on the brink of destruction. It's my fucking day off. I hear the
machine pick up and roll my eyes as I hear Giles' voice. "Buffy, I'm
afraid that I have some bad news." Well, of course you do. Is there
any other kind? I listen as he goes on to explain how three people
were found dead behind the Bronze this morning. Of course, it had
been a vampire attack. I listen as he goes on to suggest that I
should step up my training and patrolling. I keep a straight face
until I hear the answering machine click off, like I thought he could
hear me or something, and then I break into brittle laughter. Bad
Slayer, I scold myself playfully. People have *died*. It's *wrong* to
laugh. Yet, I do laugh because every time I fail to save a life, I'm
able to convince myself that maybe the Council got it wrong. Maybe
I'm not really the Chosen One. Who the fuck wants to be the Chosen
One? Obviously, I suck at it because people are dying, right? So they
should get somebody else to do the job, right?
I shake my head and grab my jacket, pulling it on and grabbing my
keys. I could drive over to the cemetery but why bother? I like the
rain, and if I took my car, it might be spotted. I have things to do
and I *don't* want any interruptions. I lock the door and walk out
into the pouring rain, heading in the direction of the second largest
cemetery in Sunnydale. I smile to myself. He's waiting for me. I
don't speed up my pace any to avoid getting wet. Doesn't matter if I
get soaked or not. It's not like my clothes are going to be staying
on for very long. I walk through the iron gates, humming to myself as
I trace the familiar path to a very familiar path. As I swing open
the door to the crypt, I feel my heart race with anticipation of the
pleasure that awaits me down those stairs. As I begin to descend down
the stairs, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke greets me, and I
inhale deeply, finding comfort in them like most people find comfort
in the smell of homemade apple pie or chocolate chip cookies. My eyes
start to adjust to the darkness that engulfed me as soon as I shut
the door behind me. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see
numerous candles scattered around the room, bathing everything in
soft light.
"Hello, luv," a familiar voice says. The voice is masculine and
strong, with a sexy British accent. "I've been waiting for you," he
says, stepping out of the shadows. I feel my breath catch in my
throat as he comes into view, my eyes raking over his bare chest in
appreciation. His muscles ripple with even the most subtle movement.
I don't think I have ever seen anyone so beautiful in my life. I
don't hesitate in shrugging out of my coat and tossing it aside. My
clothes are soaked and cling to my body, revealing every curve, but
he has them memorized by now. I walk over to him and lift my arms,
letting him strip my shirt off to reveal my bare breasts. I see the
lust shining in his eyes as he leads me over to the bed and gently
pushes me down. I sit on the bed, and he immediately kneels down to
remove my boots. He slides his hands around my waist, gripping the
waistband of my pants and tugging gently. He takes my clothing and
hangs them across the back of a chair to dry and then returns to me,
finding me clad in only a skimpy black lace thong.
I don't have to speak because he knows exactly what I want. We have
engaged in this dance of seduction many times in the past few months.
He pushes me back onto the bed, his hand cradling the back of my head
as it hits the pillow. He moves over me and I glide my hands along
his cool, smooth chest. "Take your pants off," I whisper as I fumbled
with the button and zipper of said pants. Finally, I manage to
unbutton and unzip everything and he shifts as he helps me slide his
pants off. I inhale sharply, once again thanking the heavens that he
didn't wear underwear because I might have physically ripped them off
of his body. It sounds sexy, but trust me when I say that having your
underwear ripped off *hurts*. His long, hard shaft bouncing against
his toned stomach and I reach out tentatively to stroke it. He groans
softly as I touch him, as I stare in fascination at the pale marble
cock that brings me such pleasure. I decide that I need to taste it
and urge him up onto his knees. Skillfully, I suck the head of his
cock into my mouth and down my throat, just like he taught me to do.
I feel him tense up and his hands are on my head, but he only strokes
my hair gently, resisting the urge that he must feel to grab my head
and fuck my mouth. He lets me have control and I do my best to please
him. I stroke his shaft, applying just the right amount of pleasure,
while I bob my head up and down, taking him to the edge of my throat.
I guess I must have pleased him, because soon I feel his cool cum
spill into my mouth. I swallow the fluid hungrily, licking him clean
and then licking my lips.
He smiles at me in adoration and motions for me to lay back. "It's
your turn, luv," he says softly. I lay down and he slides my thong
down my legs, tossing it aside as he nestles down between my thighs.
I lay my head back and close my eyes in anticipation of the touch of
his talented tongue. I'm not disappointed as I feel his cold tongue
dip down into my folds, teasing me gently. I moan in pleasure,
encouraging him to eat me out, every last little bit of me. Once
again, he doesn't disappoint me as he continues his explorations,
licking and sucking until I feel that familiar tightness in my lower
belly and then an explosion of white-hot pleasure floods through my
body as I tighten my legs around his head and press against his
mouth. My orgasms are always intense when I am with him, and this
time has been no exception. He groans as he feels me come, licking up
drop of my juices greedily.
"I need you," I tell him in a low voice. I grip his shoulders,
pulling him gently up my body until his body is covering mine. "I
need you inside of me now." He leans down gently and kisses me
tenderly before positioning himself at my entrance. He enters me
slowly and I arch against him, feeling my body respond to his in a
way that I have never responded to anyone else. He pauses for a
moment, taking a deep and unneeded breath as he tries to maintain
control. I whimper in need and he begins to move inside of me in a
slow, gentle rhythm. I dig my fingernails into his back, needing it
faster and harder but finding that I have no voice to tell him so. He
always seems to be able to read my mind and begin sto thrust into me
faster, harder, giving it to me just like I like it. I arch against
him, meeting every thrust until I feel myself go over the edge. I
scream his name in ecstasy and he is close behind me with his own
orgasm. I feel him jerk as he spills his cold, dead seed inside of me
and that sensation alone throws me straight into another orgasm.
Finally, he collapses on top of me as I suck in deep breaths of air.
My god, he is magnificent.
I slide out of his embrace, walking over to the radio and flipping it
on. I flip through the stations until I find a song I like, a nice
slow melancholy tune. He just lays there on the bed, smoking a
cigarette and watching me through hooded eyes. I know what he is
thinking, but I say nothing, letting the melody of the song wash over
me. I know that he's thinking that I'm thinking of Angel, that I'm
missing him, that I always pretend that it is him I am making love to
instead of Spike. Well, he's wrong. I think that I am equal parts sad
that he doubts my feelings for him and pissed off that he doesn't
know better. I've never felt this way about anyone other than Spike.
I *love* him, more than anybody I have ever loved in my life. Oh
sure, I once loved Angel but not like I love Spike. Angel is water
under the bridge, you know? He's not half of the man...er,
demon...that Spike is. He walked out and left me when the going got
tough, ran away to La La Land and started a new life. He hurt me but
I got over it, and now I never even think about him anymore. Fuck
Angel. He was too big of a pussy to stick around and deal. Spike is
different. He has stuck around through it all, been by my side
through the absolute worst. He is the one I love, and when we are
making love, he is the one I am thinking of. I don't even care enough
about Angel to hate him. To me, he's already dust.
If you are feeling sorry for me, don't because you are wasting your
sympathy on someone who doesn't need it. This is who I am. Spike
hasn't made me this way, and I'm not with him because I need an
outlet to deal was some great tragedy that has happened in my life.
We all have tragedies, every single fucking day. You get through
them, don't you? Well, so do I. I lost my first love, I lost my
mother, countless friends, hell I even died. But I came back. So now,
here I am, and you know what? I am happy. I do this because it makes
me happy, because I love Spike, because he completes me. If it sounds
sappy, wait til you fall in love yourself. You'll get it.
"That's an awfully sad song, luv," Spike says, snapping me back to
reality. "Something got you down?" He watches me closely with his ice
blue eyes, almost like he was studying me.
I look at him and smile, walking over and climbing back into bed with
him. I snuggle up against him immediately, feeling safe and loved in
his arms. "You know, I have been meaning to ask you something," I say
casually, tracing random patterns across his chest with my
fingertips. "Do you want to come over tonight and watch movies? You
know, at my house?"
He raises an eyebrow at me curiously. "Are you sure that is what you
want?"
I sigh heavily, once again knowing fully well what he was thinking.
Our relationship has been a secret ever since it began, and I know
that he thinks it is because I am ashamed of him or something. He
thinks I'm afraid of what my friends will think, but he's wrong. I
just wanted to keep him to myself for a while, to enjoy what we have
before we announce it to the rest of the world, but I am certainly
not ashamed. Now is the time to let everyone know about us and I tell
him so. He looks at me in surprise, and I know that he is still
feeling unsure. "Please, whatever you do, don't ever think that I am
ashamed of you," I tell him earnestly, gazing up into his eyes. Then
the flood gates seem to open because I'm still not satisfied that he
believes me and I'm tired of him hurting. I tell him how I feel about
Angel and how I feel about him. I tell him that he is the only thing
in life that I have that makes it all worth it. I tell him
everything, from my greatest fears to my greatest hopes. There are
hugs and kisses, laughs and tears, and when it is all over I know
that he believes me, that he believes in my love for him and my
devotion.
We spend the rest of the day snuggling in bed, watching "Passions"
when it comes on and discussing how horrible it was that Tabitha
mistreated Timmy that way. For a few hours, we let the rain lull us
into a peaceful sleep, and when we wake, we dress and decide to go to
my house. The rain is over by now, but the sun is still hidden by a
thick layer of steel gray clouds, showing no signs of coming out any
time today. I take his hand in mine and we walk together, stopping by
the video store to pick up some movies and then heading to my house.
Dawn is already home from school when we arrive, and she stares at
our intertwined hands, shooting me a look that says she has known the
whole time. Come on, Buffy, her eyes seem to say. How stupid do you
really think I am? I just give her a smile and tell her that we are
ordering pizza, any kind she wants. She actually smiles, which is
quite rare for her since she is usually caught up in the middle of
her own teen angst, and offers to call the pizza place and place the
order.
Spike and I curl up on the couch together, snuggling under a quilt
that usually graces the back of the couch. When Dawn finds us, we are
kissing and cuddling like teenagers or something and she just kind of
smiles this knowing smile. Pizza will be here in twenty minutes, she
announces, and sure enough, twenty minutes later, there is a steaming
pizza pie sitting on the coffee table in front of us and we are
stuffing our faces. For the first time in a long while, Dawn and I
are getting along and actually managing to hold a civil conversation.
For the first time since Mom died, it feels like we are a family and
I can't help but think that maybe Spike has something to do with
that. I think to myself that I am crazy thinking of Dawn, Spike, and
me as a family. Then I look into his eyes, and I think maybe I'm not
crazy after all.
We spend the rest of the night munching on pizza and watching movies.
Willow, Xander, and the rest of the gang drop by for a little while
and boy, do they look surprised to see Spike and I making with the
smoochies! I tell them straight out that Spike and I are together
now, that we have been for a while, and that I love him and he makes
me happy. They take it better than I expected and the rest of their
visit is actually pretty painless. I realize that it's past Dawn's
bedtime and tell her to go upstairs, that I'll be up in a minute to
tuck her in. She surprises me when she asks me if Spike will tuck her
in, too. After she is all tucked away and snug in her bed, Spike and
I stay up for a little longer and watch movies together. Then, we go
upstairs and make love until we are completely exhausted and we fall
asleep in each other's arms. The last thought that I have before I
drift off to sleep is that I had my one perfect day and that there
would be many more to follow with Spike by my side.
THE END
Back to Fiction: By Alpha ~
Back to Fiction: By Season