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3x3 Bingo Blackout

Going off of the 3x3 public bingo card that Siberian-Skys posted...

All Spuffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)!


Title: Forbidden Romance
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Buffy surrenders.
Word Count: 300
Written For: All Bingo Bingo Fest: Romance and Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







She closed her eyes as he came up behind her. She knew this was wrong, but she had never wanted less in her life to be right. What would her mother think? What would her friends? What if Dawnie came into her room without any warning, like she still did some nights, especially now that Riley was gone from her life?

What was she doing? She was the Slayer! It was her job to kill all Vampires. But she had let Angel go. She had let Angel go, and he was still saving lives despite the curse. Spike was saving lives, had saved the world once even when he'd still been evil. He didn't have to help them just because he was chipped -- he could easily find other ways to get bagged blood --, but he was still doing so. She could tell him things she could tell no one else.

And the way he made her feel... She shuddered as he slid against her, but it wasn't out of horror or disgust. It never had been, despite all the times she had professed otherwise. There was something about the way he made her feel, something that made every hair on her body stand on end and grasped her very innermost being with suspense. She'd thought, the first few times, that making love to him could not possibly be as powerful as the suspense he evoked in her body. Yet it had been better.

"We don't have to," he whispered, kissing the back of her head, "but I know you want to." He swept his lips across her hair, then her shoulder... His fangs lifted her strap.

Buffy closed her blinds and surrendered to his teeth on her neck. Perhaps she was crazy, she thought, trusting a Demon, but nonetheless surrendered.



The End


Title: One Night
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R/M
Summary: He knows she's going to cave one night. He just has to wait.
Word Count: 200
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Thriller and Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







"You can't tell me this doesn't thrill you," he whispered huskily into her ear, one hand around her neck, his other arm wrapped across her firm breasts, and his cock pressing solidly against her ass. "You can't tell me you don't feel it too. That you don't want this."

She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing for a moment. They both listened to her heart pounding in her chest. "Your heart tells me you do," he whispered and licked her lobe.

She broke free in the next second, driving a hand hard into his groin and using her other hand to flip him over her head. "The heart lies!" she snapped. "Besides, we're not all fueled by our lust! Some of us actually listen to our brains and know warning signs when we hear them!"

Yet she turned and ran rather than stay and argue with him, stay and fight him, stay and, he knew, face him. He flicked his tongue over his thumb and tasted her. He was wearing her down slowly but surely. She did want him, and one of these nights, she was finally going to cave to this irresistable pull between them. He grinned.



The End



Title: His Life, His Adventure, Her Love
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, Fred
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Her love, or at least what she could give of it, was what made his life and adventure worth the living.
Word Count: 300
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Adventure and Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.








"Do you ever regret it?" Fred asks one night in her tremulous voice.

"Regret what?" He glances at her from where he's been standing, gazing out the window and watching life pass him by.

"Dying that night."

"Saving the world, you mean? After all the evil I've done actually giving something back?" Actually being able to give her something? Actually showing her what I can do, what I was willing to do for her? "Saving her?" The words slip out before he can stop them, but he shakes his head quickly. "No. Not a moment."

Loving that girl had been the best adventure of his life. She'd made him believe in himself in ways he never had, not as a Vampire, not as a human, never. She had given him hope, given him what love she'd been capable of giving a monster, given him... rebirth, redemption, or at least, what he could achieve of it, and a reason for it. In a few short years, she had given him everything he'd been searching for for hundreds of years.

"No," he said again, turned, and walked through the walls before she could see the tears glittering in his dark eyes. He'd never regret loving Buffy, but he'd always regret losing her. He'd always miss her.

He was beginning to have faith in Fred's ability to save him from his current fate, but even she couldn't save him from everything he had to face. Buffy was going to move on before he could back to her. She probably already had. After all, you couldn't expect an Angel -- a real, living Angel, not the Poof kind -- to love a monster forever. He walked as far as he could before the tears started slipping silently down his face. He'd never regret it.



The End



Title: No Fairy Tale
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Dedicated To: My beloved King J, with whom I'm building our future and our life, which will also be better than any fairy tale <3 <3 <3
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R/M
Summary: Buffy awakes from a dream to find a pouting Spike.
Word Count: 300
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Fairytale and Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: Future Drabble, AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







She woke, her fingers groping empty mattress, to Spike sitting across the bed from her and staring hard at her. His eyes seemed moist, but she knew he didn't cry -- at least not very often. "What is it?" she asked, instantly concerned.

"You were dreaming," he said. "Rather loud."

"Sorry." Her face scrunched in the way he so often found adorable as she tried to recall the dream. It had been quite... active.

"You said something about a Prince," he murmured, and she could tell as his voice dropped into his dangerous octaves, that he was angry. "An Angel."

"Not an Angel," she remembered, smiling and sliding across the bed to him as she remembered. "A Prince who looked like an Angel with his halo of blonde hair."

Spike narrowed his eyes at her. "I swear it wasn't Angel!" Kneeling before him on the mattress, she cupped his face in her hands. "It was this face, these eyes, this hair..." She thrust his face between her breasts as she stroked his blonde hair. She knew it wasn't fair, but it usually helped him to feel better. "He's my past. You're my present and future. You're my Prince." She felt his anger wane and pressed her breasts closer.

It had been a nice dream, one unlike anything she'd had in years. It had to have come from the fairytale he'd read her nieces the night before. She had not been the Slayer but a Princess, and he had been the Prince courting her. Spike snarled playfully and snatched her breasts between his fangs. Buffy tossed her head back with a cry. The sex in her dream had been quite vivid as well, but nothing, no dream, no fairy tale, no other man could ever compare to what they had built together.



The End



Title: Team Happiness
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, Dawn, past (and a bit definitely anti)Angel/Buffy
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Dawn just wants her big sister to be happy.
Word Count: 500
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Drama, Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons, and Enchanted Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #201: Family Relationship(s)
Warnings: Future Drabble, AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







"I -- I can't believe I'm saying this, but y-yeah. And I accepted!"

"This isn't a spell?" her sister questioned warily.

"No." She shook her head and held up her hand. Gold gleamed on her wedding finger, and Dawn squealed. She raced across her bedroom, threw her arms around her sister, and hugged her tightly.

Although she returned her kid sister's hug in full, Buffy still had to ask, "Y-You're not mad?"

Dawnie looked up into her face. "I want you to be happy! I want him to be happy! I want the drama lama to stop and my two favorite people to be happy! Preferably together, but you know, if you couldn't make it, I would have still had your back." She tilted her head to the side as she examined her sister's face. "But you... don't exactly look happy?"

"I am! I definitely am! I can't believe he proposed again!"

"I can't believe you finally said yes and got your head out of Angel's ass!" She shrugged off her sister's glower. "Well, I can't! But if you're happy, why don't you look it?"

"I'm... scared," she finally admitted in a tiny voice.

Dawn's face furrowed. "Of what?" she asked. "It's been years since he hurt you. He's not going to hurt you again, and if he does, I'm going to set him on fire, so it'll be the last time he ever does!"

Buffy shook her head. "It's... not that."

"Then what?" Dawn asked, searching her face.

"Dawnie, since I was fifteen years old and you weren't even in my life -- not really --, I've been told basically I couldn't have a future. I'm not allowed to be happy. I wasn't supposed to live pass fifteen, sixteen at the oldest."

"But, Buffy, you're thirty -- "

"I wasn't supposed to live this long! We both know it! I'm not supposed to be happy! Every time I've gotten close to happy -- "

"Something has happened. I know," Dawn admitted softly, "but you're my sister, blood or not, and I want you to be happy. Being with Spike makes you happy. Don't try to deny it. I've seen it and have actually been waiting for you two to get your mess together for years."

"I've... kinda been waiting..."

"For what? For the world to stop spinning? Don't tell me for him to get his act together, because he's shown you time and again."

"Are you Team Spike or Team Buffy?" Buffy asked, making a face.

"I'm Team both of you, and if he hurts you, I will kill him. But I really don't believe he ever will again and I want you both to be happy. Maybe the Council didn't plan on you living, but we all did. We've done everything we can to help along the way. Now do you everything you can to thank us. There's plenty of other Slayers now. Live your life. Be happy. Marry the man of your dreams."

"Will you be my brides' maid?"

"Yes!" They both started squealing.




The End



Title: Spike's Turn
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, past Angel/Buffy
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Spike gets more than he bargained for, but a whole lot of what he wants, when he mocks Buffy's feelings for Angel again.
Word Count: 300
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Satire and Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







"Angel! Angel, love me! No, don't! I can't! I can't love you! We'll break the curse again, and I'll have to kill you again! I can't keep letting my heart get broken!"

Buffy shook her head as Spike trailed behind her, mocking her after Angel's latest visit to Sunnydale. "And here you think you know me!" she growled.

"I do know you, Slayer. That's the pity."

She whirled on him suddenly. "You know me? You know so well that you think I'm never going to move on after my first heartbreak?! That after all this time, I'm still a sick, little kid fawning over Angel?!" She struck him, hard, across the face.

"Ow," Spike murmured, gingerly cupping his jaw.

She came at him again, prompting a grin from him until she had him backed against a grave marker with her hand closed around his long, pale throat. He tried to ask what she intended to do, but her fist clenched his throat so tightly that he could not utter a single word. To his shock, however, she didn't pull out a stake. Instead, she slammed her mouth down onto his. Her tongue thrusted deep inside of him, twisting around his, for how long he did not know before she pulled herself off of him as abruptly as she had attacked him. She stared at him, pressed her teeth down into her bottom lip, tasting more of him, and then, finally, broke and run.

"HEY!" he called after her. "I WASN'T DONE! I CAN MOCK HIM SOME MORE IF YOU LIKE!" He leaned against the headstone, flicking his tongue over his own lips and tasting her, tasting what she had left behind, tasting what more that passionate, searing kiss could mean. She was done chasing Angel -- it was finally his turn!



The End



Title: Mystery
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: The only mystery is how she's remained so good and pure.
Word Count: 500
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Mystery and Nekid Spike Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







She wasn't a mystery, he thought, watching her, but she was a wonder. She was a wonder he couldn't quite understand though he understood things about her that even she forbade. She was, in short, the best person he'd ever known, and it wasn't simply because she was a Slayer. He'd known scores of others, killed two. None of them had been as good as she was. Some of them had fought better, harder. Several had been more skilled. But none had possessed as much love, as much utter goodness, as she did.

He'd seen it that night he'd taken her to see how Riley had been cheating on her. He'd had mixed feelings that night, excited to be rid of the little Soldier Boy but also not wanting to see her hurt. But after having been hurt so many times in his own life, he had known that delaying the revelation would not stop or even ease the pain. There had been so many times, so many things that Drusilla had done to him, that he would have preferred to have seen with his own eyes when they'd first started. Not, he had to admit, that that would have freed him from her.

No, it was this wonderful creature he's trailing now who had freed him of that cage, freed him of one cage and stuck him into another. His mind returned to the image of her beautiful, wide eyes that night. She had been so shocked, and not just at the fact that it had been a Vampire brothel. She'd been shocked by the drugs she'd seen, shocked by the sexual positions, shocked by everything in that nasty place. He half expected that she would have been only a little less shocked if it had been a purely human brothel instead.

That was what made Buffy the one, what made her such a fantastic woman that even he could not help falling underneath her charms. Women like her were not supposed to exist. They were fabled creatures, even more legendary and imaginary than Vampires and unicorns. But they did exist. At least one existed: Buffy Anne Summers.

He should leave her, he thought; he could bring nothing good to her. They'd only end up hurting each other. He might taint her goodness, what purity she still managed to somehow cling to despite being a Slayer, saving the world countless times, and having her heart broken far too many times as well. She was no virgin, and she had killed. She killed every night. Yet, somehow, her heart was still purely good.

He started to turn but whirled back around when he heard sounds of a fight. He knew she could handle her own, but when he saw one grab her throat from behind, he was running. He leapt, dropped behind his fellow Vampire, and drove his stake deep into his heart. Her beautiful eyes flashed thanks before they turned together, back to back, and began dispatching the rest.



The End



Title: Going Bump
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, Dawn
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Buffy takes a long, hard look at herself during Dead Things.
Word Count: 500
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Horror and Nekid Spike: Things That Go Bump In The Night
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







She'd told Spike she needed to be home before Dawn went to sleep. They'd both known it was a lie, but she should be taking better care of her sister. She should be at least making certain she's eating. She should be filling her mother's shoes better. Her friends brought her back for a reason, and even if that reason was to kill Vampires, she owes it to her mother, owes it to Dawn, to be taking care of what's left of their family. It doesn't matter that they don't share the same blood: Dawn is still in her sister. She still needs her.

Instead, she's out cavorting with Spike every night. She's spending more time fucking him than she is fighting the good fight, saving lives, or killing the things that go bump in the night. Instead, she... I've never been with such an animal. His words ring again in her mind. That's the reason she's not taking better care of her sister, the reason she's not seeing her friends, the reason she's still half the woman she was, half the Slayer she was, half the human she was. She's practically become a thing that goes bump in the night herself, only she goes screaming and fucking an evil Vampire in the night.

Maybe she was messed up when they brought her back. She never asked them to. In fact, if they'd asked her, she would have pleaded with them to let her stay, to let her rest. No... Buffy shakes her head. She's even lying to herself now. She wouldn't have done that. She would have heard that they needed her, that Dawnie in particular needed her, and came rushing back as soon as they'd been able to resurrect her.

If she's messed up, it's not their fault. They were only trying to do what was best, what they thought she would want, what they knew the world needed. Willow had to have done something unspeakable to be able to bring her back, but her friend had made the sacrifice. Still, what of her sacrifices? Buffy thinks as she leans against Dawn's doorframe, watching the shadowy form of her sister as she sleeps. What of her needs, her desires?

Pulling herself off the door, she walks to the bathroom and splashes cold water onto her face. Then she stares at her reflection, something the creature she just "made love" with doesn't have. Her eyes are hollow, sunken. She doesn't hate him, she thinks. She's not mad at her friends. She's come at last to hate herself, to be horrified by her own choices. She is becoming a thing that goes bump in the night, because of her own choices, no one else's.

She isn't human. She could be, but she's scared to be again. She doesn't belong to the daylight anymore. She is a thing of the night, a creature risen from death. Buffy hangs her head and cries, covering her mouth so none will hear.



The End



Title: Sharing Tales
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, Xander/Anya, Willow/Tara, Giles
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Buffy lets slip a truth while Anya and Willow are sharing tales.
Word Count: 400
Written For: All Bingo Drabble Fest: Tall Tale and Nekid Spike: Romantic Drabbles and Icons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.








"Oh, that's nothing!" Anya exclaims, waving away Willow's shy boast of her and Tara's latest escapade. The sweet, little things thought openly kissing in the park was exciting.

"I mean, we were really getting into it -- "

"One time," Anya knowingly cut in, "Xander and I did it right here in the shop on this counter."

"Euuw!" Willow moved away from the counter as red began to color Giles' face.

"With the door open. And the shades up."

"Oh, dear Lord, you did not!" Giles cries, briskly beginning to clean his spectacles. He could think of a good many escapades he'd had when his younger but was not about to enter the girls' conversation. At least the two of them were actually talking, trading tales, but seriously, on his counter, with the door open where any customer could happen in?! Perhaps that was why Mrs. Gertrude had acted so oddly the other day.

"I have sex with Spike."

The whisper so soft that no one should have been able to hear her. Yet everything stopped at once in the magic shop. Giles promptly put his glasses and sharply looked to make certain it was Buffy who was speaking. "You did what?!" he cried as Willow and Anya both stared at her with open mouths.

"Just kidding!" Buffy grinned at them both. "I just... was feeling left out, you know, with all the sex talk?"

"Oh, dear Lord!" Giles removed himself from the conversation and wandered into the back room. Surely there was something in his inventory that needed his investigation.

Willow and Anya were still staring at her.

"What was it like?" Anya gaped.

"Hush!" Willow's head turned rapidly between Anya and Buffy. "You didn't!" she cried. "Right??"

"Of course not, Wills! You two have fun. I'm going to go... slay... something..." Buffy grabbed an axe, promptly turned, and walked away. Her friends continued chatting as though there had been no disturbance, certainly no comment of hers that they couldn't believe was actually happening.

She didn't have to search long for a Vampire. She found one right behind the magic shop, dropped her axe, and moved without hesitation into his arms. At least she felt wanted by him. She felt needed. She felt alive. "I don't care what anyone thinks," she whispered against his lips.

"'Course you don't." Truthfully, he knew she'd lose those concerns in their passion. She always did.



The End


Total Word Count: 3,300

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