Ficlet: Muskrat Love by speakr2customrs
This is nothing whatsoever to do with the challenge; I’m afraid that the prompt doesn’t inspire me at all. It’s a ficlet from April 2005 that even those of you who are on my F-list may well not have seen before.
Title: Muskrat Love Author: speakr2customrs Pairing: Spike/Buffy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Time Frame: S4. Summary: The confrontation between Spike and Buffy in ‘The Harsh Light of Day’ rewritten as a shameless piece of total fluff. 500 words.
Muskrat Love
Spike glanced around and grinned. “Birds singing, squirrels making lots of rotten little squirrels. Sun beaming down in a nice, non-fatal way. It's very exciting. I can't wait to see if I freckle.”
“Those aren’t squirrels,” Buffy corrected him. “They’re Black-Tailed Prairie Dogs.”
Spike frowned. “Are they? Can’t see the tails myself, with what they’re doing. Not much of a wildlife expert, me, ‘specially daytime ones. Don’t exactly get out in the sun much. You’re not dumb, Summers. Well, apart from your taste in men, that is.”
“What would you know about my taste in men?” Buffy hissed. She sprang to her feet.
Spike gestured towards the corner around which Parker had departed. “Well, that loser, for a start. What’s a gorgeous piece like you doing with a pillock like that?”
Buffy’s hand was on her stake but Spike’s words caused her to hesitate. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
“Well, yeah,” Spike admitted. “Hell, ‘s why I like fighting you so much. Speaking of which, how about it?”
Buffy squared up to him. “Like your taste in women is so great anyway. I mean, Harmony?” She rolled her eyes.
Spike pouted. “Well, she’s sort of superficially pretty. Blonde, nice knockers, good legs, California girl, ‘s not like I knew she was a total airhead when I took up with her. Sort of reminded me of you at first, well, until her bloody yammering drove me nuts.”
“You took up with Harmony because she reminded you of me?” Buffy’s eyebrows shot up.
Spike’s expression became that of a deer caught in headlights. “Bugger, didn’t mean to say that. Any use asking you to forget about it?”
“Nope,” Buffy said firmly. “I am so gonna boast about that.”
“Not if I kill you,” Spike growled, but he made no move to attack.
Buffy tossed her head. “There’s a big flaw in your plan, Spike. If you think I’m hot, well, killing me? So not the way to get anywhere with me.”
Spike tilted his head to one side and ran his tongue over his teeth. “So I might get somewhere with you if I don’t kill you?”
Buffy lowered her stake. She had to admit that Spike was a hottie. Her campus cred was going to be pretty much zero after her humiliation by Parker; but there might be a way to turn that back on him. Spike had those blue eyes, those killer cheekbones, that taut ass and that whole bad-boy attitude; if she showed up with him on her arm her break-up with Parker would take on a whole different vibe. “Maybe,” she admitted. “But no killing anyone else either.”
“Look, pet, I’ve got to eat,” Spike pointed out.
“You can buy blood,” Buffy told him. “Or eat animals.”
Spike’s brows furrowed as he thought hard. “Tough, but, hell, might just be worth it. ‘S a deal, Slayer, long as you make it worth my while. If I’m going to be eating furry animals it’s got to include getting some pussy.”