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Cold by Amberina
Spike. Spike's body. Cold. So cold. Pressing against her. Pressing into her. She gets chills. She screams and she scratches up his back, leaving long trails of blood. Blood. It's so thick in the air. He growls and his face contorts and Buffy finds it comforting that he could kill her at any moment. Kill. Death. She comes.
He collapses on top of her, and she pushes him off.
"What's wrong, Love?" he asks, all sincere and it makes her sick.
"You. This. Everything." Her words are cold and she knows it and she likes it that way. "I have to go."
"Stay," he says and there's a glitter in his eye and he touches her arm and his touch is so cold and she wants to slap him.
"Fuck you," she curses, staring him straight in the eye.
"Such naughty language for a slayer," he says teasingly, not at all offended by her outburst. "Slayer's been a bad girl, she needs punished."
Buffy rolls her eyes and sits back down on the bed. "How are you going to punish me, Spike?"
Spike shrugs, running his cold hand up her back. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He asks before he pulls her into an embrace, his arms dead and icy around her. He reminds her of death. She likes him.
But she pulls away, because she knows that's what she has to do. "Spike, stop."
Spike grins, his twisted smirk that she finds half endearing and half disgusting. "Come on, pet."
That's it. "I am so not your pet, Spike. I'm leaving." She gathers up her clothes, trying to get dressed as quickly as possible, her back to him.
"You're not," he says.
"What, you think you're going to stop me?"
"I think you really don't want to leave."
"Bite me."
"Don't tempt me."
"Fuck off."
Spike laughs, his chuckle echoing off of the crypt walls, giving her chills.
Buffy pauses for a moment, deep in thought, before she pulls her last bit of clothing, her blouse, over her head. She feels Spike's arms snaking around her waist and she freezes. "What are you doing?"
His hands lift her shirt back up, ice cold, dead flesh, brushing against her skin.
"Spike," she says softly, barely above a whisper.
"Tell me to stop," he challenges her, as his fingers find their way to her nipples, pinching and teasing.
She doesn't say anything.