Phew! I got here. I couldn't leave the computer once I started this tale.
There wouldn’t even be intense grunting and maybe some leather clad thigh humping. This is what Spike means about the not fucking. She wouldn’t even be all, “Wow, can we get any more me-Tarzan, you-inconsequential? Fuck, Angel, couldn’t you just call me?” For one thing there’d be cuter Buffy quips, and she doesn’t use the word fuck all that much, either.
See, Angel, it’d kill him to find a mature truth. To look down past the hero story he gets stuck on replay, to get to the end of the epic he thinks he stars in, and instead see the part of him that shows how small he is when it comes to big things like love. Couldn’t just say, “I was afraid you wouldn’t come. Afraid you didn’t care, didn’t trust me, didn’t love me.”
I had to laugh at so many things that Spike thinks he knows about Buffy and Angel. But I think here, Angel *is* afraid she didn't care, and knows she doesn't trust him because didn't Andrew say? Hasn't she said a time or two to his face? And he doesn't think she loves him anymore because he saw her with the Immortal, and Spike, and Riley. At least that is how I saw it when I watched the shows.
They’re pig-ignorant, only got one thing going for them: they know that one moment, when the night that surrounded her was gentle, loving in its caress, when for the first time in a century, he felt the dawn because it rippled out of her from mouth to cunt in a burst of light. It’s a stop time; you don’t know whether it’s day or night; Spike doesn’t know anything. Doesn’t know what their hope is like, what a future is, what new beginnings are; all anyone ever taught him are endings. Instead they—they, Buffy and Angel, BuffyandAngel—know everything.
Know it all by heart without discussing explaining or talking, shh, no more words. For them, it’s just so bloody simple. That thing, that thing between them, when they’re within two blocks of each other. You know, that thing. To Spike, it’s the most incomprehensible thing in the world.
For all that Spike thinks he knows that Buffy and Angel know nothing, they know everything and don't have to say a word. It is so bloody simple for them.
My, this gives one food for thought. Some of Spike's thoughts are exactly the ones I had imagined him having about Buffy and the *poof* Angel.
To me, he is on the outside trying to get in. Trying to be number one and not succeeding.
The sex scenes, of which there were many, thank you, were *hot* and *sweaty*.
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There wouldn’t even be intense grunting and maybe some leather clad thigh humping. This is what Spike means about the not fucking. She wouldn’t even be all, “Wow, can we get any more me-Tarzan, you-inconsequential? Fuck, Angel, couldn’t you just call me?” For one thing there’d be cuter Buffy quips, and she doesn’t use the word fuck all that much, either.
See, Angel, it’d kill him to find a mature truth. To look down past the hero story he gets stuck on replay, to get to the end of the epic he thinks he stars in, and instead see the part of him that shows how small he is when it comes to big things like love. Couldn’t just say, “I was afraid you wouldn’t come. Afraid you didn’t care, didn’t trust me, didn’t love me.”
I had to laugh at so many things that Spike thinks he knows about Buffy and Angel. But I think here, Angel *is* afraid she didn't care, and knows she doesn't trust him because didn't Andrew say? Hasn't she said a time or two to his face? And he doesn't think she loves him anymore because he saw her with the Immortal, and Spike, and Riley. At least that is how I saw it when I watched the shows.
They’re pig-ignorant, only got one thing going for them: they know that one moment, when the night that surrounded her was gentle, loving in its caress, when for the first time in a century, he felt the dawn because it rippled out of her from mouth to cunt in a burst of light. It’s a stop time; you don’t know whether it’s day or night; Spike doesn’t know anything. Doesn’t know what their hope is like, what a future is, what new beginnings are; all anyone ever taught him are endings. Instead they—they, Buffy and Angel, BuffyandAngel—know everything.
Know it all by heart without discussing explaining or talking, shh, no more words. For them, it’s just so bloody simple. That thing, that thing between them, when they’re within two blocks of each other. You know, that thing. To Spike, it’s the most incomprehensible thing in the world.
For all that Spike thinks he knows that Buffy and Angel know nothing, they know everything and don't have to say a word. It is so bloody simple for them.
My, this gives one food for thought. Some of Spike's thoughts are exactly the ones I had imagined him having about Buffy and the *poof* Angel.
To me, he is on the outside trying to get in. Trying to be number one and not succeeding.
The sex scenes, of which there were many, thank you, were *hot* and *sweaty*.
And you were worried about your fic! Pffft!
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