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buffyverse1000 and tigannie_con and not doing very well at catching up on my ficathon entries... but I did write Spike/Illyria/Nina.
"A vampire, a werewolf and an ex-god walk into a bar," Spike said, lifting the pint glass to his lips. "Should be a joke."
"Wish I could see the punchline." Morose, Nina dragged her finger along the table, drawing an imaginary circle. She gave it eyes, hair. Fangs. Then she x-ed it out and wished it made her feel better.
"I fail to appreciate this 'joke'," Illyria said. "And remember your place, vampire. I am a god still."
"Ex-god," Spike insisted. "No superpowers, no service, love. You're the original Norwegian Blue, off your perch and pushing up the daisies. You," he cocked a finger at her; she glared at it with disdain, "are an ex-god."
"And that was all he said?" Nina asked for the tenth time. "He was going to Italy and he'd see me when he got back?"
Spike shrugged. "Don't take it personally. He was rushing off to see Buffy. Didn't take time for many fare-thee-wells." The way he said the girl's name - it was a stupid name, anyway, Nina decided - was half wistful, half pissed. It was all confusing. She'd come in halfway through this act. Spike was in love with Buffy, or with Angel, or possibly with both, and he was jealous as hell at being left behind, and Illyria'd had a fight with Wesley about something, and she was going to need more alcohol if this was going to make sense.
Many empty glasses later, the room was tilted, perspective skewed, and Illyria was talking about sex.
"This human intimacy," she was saying. "It revolts me. And yet… it is intriguing. I would know more."
"Think we can help with that," Spike told her, leaning over the table, voice dropped so low he was practically purring. Nina tried to roll her eyes and ended up giggling instead. Then Spike's hand was on her knee and that only made her laugh harder. "How 'bout you?" he asked. "Up for showing her some of this revolting human intimacy?"
"We're not human," Nina said, her laughter tailing off.
"Right," Spike grinned. "All got a bit of demon in us. So what say we make it a bit more?"
buffyverse1000 and tigannie_con and not doing very well at catching up on my ficathon entries... but I did write Spike/Illyria/Nina."A vampire, a werewolf and an ex-god walk into a bar," Spike said, lifting the pint glass to his lips. "Should be a joke."
"Wish I could see the punchline." Morose, Nina dragged her finger along the table, drawing an imaginary circle. She gave it eyes, hair. Fangs. Then she x-ed it out and wished it made her feel better.
"I fail to appreciate this 'joke'," Illyria said. "And remember your place, vampire. I am a god still."
"Ex-god," Spike insisted. "No superpowers, no service, love. You're the original Norwegian Blue, off your perch and pushing up the daisies. You," he cocked a finger at her; she glared at it with disdain, "are an ex-god."
"And that was all he said?" Nina asked for the tenth time. "He was going to Italy and he'd see me when he got back?"
Spike shrugged. "Don't take it personally. He was rushing off to see Buffy. Didn't take time for many fare-thee-wells." The way he said the girl's name - it was a stupid name, anyway, Nina decided - was half wistful, half pissed. It was all confusing. She'd come in halfway through this act. Spike was in love with Buffy, or with Angel, or possibly with both, and he was jealous as hell at being left behind, and Illyria'd had a fight with Wesley about something, and she was going to need more alcohol if this was going to make sense.
Many empty glasses later, the room was tilted, perspective skewed, and Illyria was talking about sex.
"This human intimacy," she was saying. "It revolts me. And yet… it is intriguing. I would know more."
"Think we can help with that," Spike told her, leaning over the table, voice dropped so low he was practically purring. Nina tried to roll her eyes and ended up giggling instead. Then Spike's hand was on her knee and that only made her laugh harder. "How 'bout you?" he asked. "Up for showing her some of this revolting human intimacy?"
"We're not human," Nina said, her laughter tailing off.
"Right," Spike grinned. "All got a bit of demon in us. So what say we make it a bit more?"
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on 2004-07-30 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-30 02:37 pm (UTC)Your stuff's all been absolutely wonderful. *smooch*