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FIC: The Alley Scene

A little ficlet nspired by elisi's entry on Dead Things. I'm trying to reimagine Dead Things and Older and Far Away with a more generous view of Buffy.

Disclaimer: I won the rights to Buffy and her friends in a thumb wrestling match from ME, Fox, and Joss. Then I lost them back in a rock-paper-scissors marathon. Unless the international RPS federation upholds my protest (dynamite isn't a valid throw).

Spoilers through Dead Things.



The Alley Scene

"The sun sets and she appears."

"You're looking relaxed."

"Hope you don't mind if I don't sit up. Got a few cracked ribs, still."

"I didn't hit you all that hard. How bad can it be?"

"Ouch. Hey! Tender there. Takes a few days to heal up entirely."

"Eeew. Maybe try not looking directly at me with that face. The red purple bulges are wigging me out."

"Sorry. You can put the candles out if you like. How did it go last night? Changed your mind at the police station?"

"They identified the body just before I made my confession. I recognized the name and realized Warren killed her. Then I put two and two together and figured he summoned those demons to make me think I did it. But she was already dead."

"How'd you figure it was him?"

"She was his ex-girlfriend. Until she found out about the disgusting sex bot. And you always hurt the one you love."

"Good. Good then. I mean, not so much for her but for you. Managed to stay conscious long enough to hear you walk back out of the station and I knew you were good, chose to live. Makes it all worth it."

"I have to find his hideout. Willow's looking up possible locations. But first I have a late shift at the Doublemeat. I'm going to need a little relief."

"I won't be much good tonight. I'll try to heal up enough to go out with you tomorrow."

"I don't need relief out there. I need it right down here."

"Ouch. That's a broken rib. Here, let me unbuckle that myself. Maybe you should light one of the candles back up."

"I'd rather not get a good look at you like this."

"Don't blame you."

"Your hand is all burned."

"Woke up this morning when it caught fire in the alley's first light. Managed to skulk home in the shadows. It'll heal."

"Just don't touch me with it. Is this okay over your hips like this."

"Yeah. Yes. You know, you're beautiful in the dark."

"Don't."

"Don't?"

"Don't talk. Just press yourself up into me like that."

"Like this?"

"Ahhh. Yes. Again. Faster. God. I'd ride your face, too, but I don't want those cuts touching my thighs. Oh. More. Yes. Ah. Ah. Ah."

"Sorry I can't do better, pet. Next time."

"There won't be a next time. I just needed this tonight."

"That's what you always say."

"You're a pig, Spike."

Tags: btvs, dead things, fic
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