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Just posting htis here for now. Hope you like it. It's shorter than i planned, but I'm tired...
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She fell asleep while she was still on top of him, and Spike didn't bother to move her. It was comfortable to have the weight of her body on his again, to feel her steady heartbeat against his chest, to breath in her air. He had missed the contact.
It was wrong to bring her back to his place, and he knew it. But each time he saw her, it was harder and harder not to touch her. She still sat in the front row every single day, doing her best to look and act casual when it clear to him that she was tied up in knots. He had a bit more experience hiding his emotions, and so somehow, he managed to look like he was ignoring her.
But he wasn't.
He couldn't. At that point, he could no more cut her out of his life than he could off his own arm. She had become an addiction to him, and so when he saw her that afternoon out of the corner of his eye, he had given in to his own desires. Too bad he couldn't get to her before she punched that poor bloke in the face.
Spike was sorry she saw the thing with Harmony, even if it was only a few seconds. He had been a teacher for six years, and in that time, had more than his fair share of come-ons and invitations--from girls and boys alike. He always brushed them off diplomatically, doing his best to keep the embarassment and anger at a minimum, and generally, it worked. But regardless of how he handled it, those types of situations were always awkward. Especially when the girl in question was dumb as a block of wood and couldn't take a hint if it bit her in the ass. Spike sighed. He shouldn't think things like that...
She stirred in her sleep, and her hair tickled his chest. She was such a little thing. He should wake her up soon and take her home. Her curfew was 11 on Friday nights.
*Curfew*. The word made his stomach turn. He wasn't stupid or immoral, he knew what he was doing with her was wrong. On many levels. And he knew he should be sorry about certain things--like making her wear a vibrator to school. Even if it was unbelievably hot and just thinking about it made him hard. A part of him was sorry even as he planned to ask her to wear it on Monday.
It was difficult to think of right and wrong, good and bad, when she was surrounding him all the time. She haunted him, and it killed him to be near her even as it exhilerated him. Spike felt like he didn't even have a choice when it came to her. The second he saw her on the first day of school, he wanted her. That was it. Nothing more to it. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. But what could he have possibly done about it? Nothing.
And then when she started coming to school in those skimpy little outfits, flashing her skin, showing off her cleavage, batting her long eye-lashes at him--what was he supposed to do? Ignore her? Probably, yes. Was it possible to ignore her? Not at all. Inviting her into the office had been a mistake. He honestly did not mean to take it as far as it got. He wasn't sure what his intentions were, but they were certainly not to fuck her right there on the couch.
Well, those weren't his intentions on a conscious level.
Spike stroked her hair gently. "Buffy, it's time to wake up."
She nuzzled into his chest. "Don't wanna."
"Come on now, don't want your mum to get worried."
Groaning, she rolled of him and reached for her clothes that were strewn about on the floor. Spike watched her stretch her lean body, and was ready to take her again. He had to get himself under control, but everytime he saw her, it grew more and more impossible to remain level-headed.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her to stay, and damn the consequences, but she was already dressed and scowling.
"My mom's going out of town for the weekend."
"Yeah?"
"She's leaving tomorrow morning."
"Maybe I'll drop by for a tutoring session."
"I'll be sure to be prepared."
It was wrong to bring her back to his place, and he knew it. But each time he saw her, it was harder and harder not to touch her. She still sat in the front row every single day, doing her best to look and act casual when it clear to him that she was tied up in knots. He had a bit more experience hiding his emotions, and so somehow, he managed to look like he was ignoring her.
But he wasn't.
He couldn't. At that point, he could no more cut her out of his life than he could off his own arm. She had become an addiction to him, and so when he saw her that afternoon out of the corner of his eye, he had given in to his own desires. Too bad he couldn't get to her before she punched that poor bloke in the face.
Spike was sorry she saw the thing with Harmony, even if it was only a few seconds. He had been a teacher for six years, and in that time, had more than his fair share of come-ons and invitations--from girls and boys alike. He always brushed them off diplomatically, doing his best to keep the embarassment and anger at a minimum, and generally, it worked. But regardless of how he handled it, those types of situations were always awkward. Especially when the girl in question was dumb as a block of wood and couldn't take a hint if it bit her in the ass. Spike sighed. He shouldn't think things like that...
She stirred in her sleep, and her hair tickled his chest. She was such a little thing. He should wake her up soon and take her home. Her curfew was 11 on Friday nights.
*Curfew*. The word made his stomach turn. He wasn't stupid or immoral, he knew what he was doing with her was wrong. On many levels. And he knew he should be sorry about certain things--like making her wear a vibrator to school. Even if it was unbelievably hot and just thinking about it made him hard. A part of him was sorry even as he planned to ask her to wear it on Monday.
It was difficult to think of right and wrong, good and bad, when she was surrounding him all the time. She haunted him, and it killed him to be near her even as it exhilerated him. Spike felt like he didn't even have a choice when it came to her. The second he saw her on the first day of school, he wanted her. That was it. Nothing more to it. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. But what could he have possibly done about it? Nothing.
And then when she started coming to school in those skimpy little outfits, flashing her skin, showing off her cleavage, batting her long eye-lashes at him--what was he supposed to do? Ignore her? Probably, yes. Was it possible to ignore her? Not at all. Inviting her into the office had been a mistake. He honestly did not mean to take it as far as it got. He wasn't sure what his intentions were, but they were certainly not to fuck her right there on the couch.
Well, those weren't his intentions on a conscious level.
Spike stroked her hair gently. "Buffy, it's time to wake up."
She nuzzled into his chest. "Don't wanna."
"Come on now, don't want your mum to get worried."
Groaning, she rolled of him and reached for her clothes that were strewn about on the floor. Spike watched her stretch her lean body, and was ready to take her again. He had to get himself under control, but everytime he saw her, it grew more and more impossible to remain level-headed.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her to stay, and damn the consequences, but she was already dressed and scowling.
"My mom's going out of town for the weekend."
"Yeah?"
"She's leaving tomorrow morning."
"Maybe I'll drop by for a tutoring session."
"I'll be sure to be prepared."
If she sharpens one more pencil, I'm going to SHOVE IT THROUGH HER EYE SOCKET!
GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm just going to post little bits and parts as they come to me. At some point, I will try to organize them into a story, but for now, we'll just go with the flow. Some parts will be short like now, some long (like last night). Hope you like it.
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and God does it piss me off. Where I am going to come up with the money for a fridge?
That's right. I'm not going to come up with hte money for a fridge.
You know what I'm going to have to do? Get one of those goddamned Best Buy cards and buy a fridge on that.
Grrrr. Argh.
Our fridge is old. It use to be my inlaws, and now the doors will not close. It's fun trying to keep food from going bad and ice cream from melting when the doors will not close. Doesn't matter what we do.
I'm going to try to put it off as long as possible though.
Stupid fridge. *kicks the fridge*
That's right. I'm not going to come up with hte money for a fridge.
You know what I'm going to have to do? Get one of those goddamned Best Buy cards and buy a fridge on that.
Grrrr. Argh.
Our fridge is old. It use to be my inlaws, and now the doors will not close. It's fun trying to keep food from going bad and ice cream from melting when the doors will not close. Doesn't matter what we do.
I'm going to try to put it off as long as possible though.
Stupid fridge. *kicks the fridge*
It's so much to write this that I'm neglecting my other projects...hope you're happy!
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