#1 – Something Bluer
When Spike complained of the lingering taste of Buffy,
It was much less true, and more, than anyone knew.
She glared and insulted, struck with mortal fear.
For he’d vowed not to disclose the detail of what they’d done.
Earlier Willow had cast her will, ‘So Mote It Be!”
Then others witnessed them, cuddling and smooching,
Holding hands and nuzzling, as betrothed are likely to do.
But no Scooby must know what she would never forget,
That while Giles fumbled for Scotch, they sneaked away for a time.
Where each of them tasted, so much more than lips on faces.
A/N: A slightly different way things could have gone that night.
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#2 – Because It’s Wrong
From the day she reclaimed her suit made of Buffy,
A faint memory flashed often in her mind.
Of teasing and provoking,
Inner muscles and warm champagne,
The images only came in the presence of Spike,
Blushing her face and tickling her low.
No other memories from her time out of body,
Bled over from her Sister-Slayer’s antics.
Just these of her, up in his face,
Grinning and enticing him to excitement and rage.
Why remember this and nothing of Riley?
Just thoughts of squeezing and riding, buckling and then pop.
Had Faith left a gift of torment or prophecy?
A/N: What’s been bothering Buffy lately?
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#3 – Resolve
Shell one, shell two, the shotgun clicked closed.
To banish the bitch from his brain, he would blast away.
Each step he took, the image grew sharper,
Of the end of the torment, his prison of pain.
She sat on her stoop, not aware of his approach.
Elbows on knees, balled hands clutched close.
The shot was clear, his goal was in sight.
Her whimper was the trigger that stayed his fire.
Sweet face of despair lifted to see him.
Cheeks streaked wet with tears.
Eyes imploring, desperate with false rage.
Resolve was gone for him to kill, just love.
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#4 – The Turn
Spike should have noticed that it wasn’t, or rather, was her.
Hell-god tortures had made his senses unfocused.
No thought had he given in protecting the secrets,
Of the Slayer’s beloved real fake sister.
For his pains and this uncalculated devotion,
She tenderly kissed him, sincere and true.
The warmth of her lips and the scent of her skin,
Caused him to end the touch prematurely.
The truth of the purpose of the fake Buffy offended,
But her soft-spoken gratitude surpassed her berating.
After inhuman trials, and yet without trying,
The door to her heart he had opened a bit.
A/N: In my view, the most important moment in their entire story.
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#5 – 147
Surmounting the tower before Doc, was one of the ways.
Not falling for his feigning tongue attack was another.
One hundred and forty seven ways to save her.
One for each night she was gone from this world.
All he could do without sleep was think of another.
All he could do now was watch over the Bit.
How many days in the lifespan of a Key?
How many more ways to save Buffy would he devise?
Perhaps thirty thousand or more, until one day after she’s gone.
Since when Dawn leaves this world, he will exit by other means.
A/N: In his tortured mind, he has a plan.
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#6 – Ringwald Oeuvre
Buffy finished the DVD for the gazillionth time.
One from the Ringwald oeuvre.
Simple Minds over the credits,
And Bowie’s opening quote.
Bender waited in his closet,
Claire arrived to his surprise.
Spike dwelt in his crypt.
Buffy could surprise him, too.
She kissed him first,
But not on the lips.
Princess and the Criminal,
Unlikely, but a good movie end.
Buffy could kiss Spike first,
But it wouldn’t be the same.
Slayer and the Vampire,
Unlikely, and way more trouble.
Thinking better of visiting Spike,
Buffy started another movie.
Surely she’d not find him,
In one about Molly’s birthday.
A/N: Just a random thought I had, couldn’t resist.
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#7 – No Longer
No longer was it about the violence or footsie under the rubble.
No longer to just fuck hard and come.
Never was it pretty or warm, comforting or sweet.
It certainly wasn’t now.
The excuses to herself had only been one.
The need for something to feel.
His devoted deeds for her had been the rationalization,
For her indulgence and surrender.
Now the act not love was distilling into hatred.
Now after the ragged pleasures, came only loathing.
Not of him since he knew no better.
Only for herself, each time they met,
In this alley, pants at her ankles.
A/N: First one written.
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#8 – Ready? Okay!
Spike said “C’mon,” Buffy said “No.”
He caught her waist and pulled her close.
“I’m sure you did it for Angel.”
An elbow to the cheek, put him on the floor.
Who knew why he mentioned him, it only angered her.
And hurt the chance that she would ever comply.
He crawled towards the closet, without getting up.
“I know you have it. I’ve seen it before.”
“No Spike, there’s no way.” She thought about doing it.
Rummaging around, he found the outfit in question.
Tossing it to her, he waited to see,
If he’d get to do a… cheerleader.
A/N: Another random thought that had to be written down.
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#9 – The Last Night
Tomorrow they fight. Many may die.
Potentials made Slayers cannot all survive.
In her room, a Slayer not her with a man not hers.
Down the hall, the Witch with her lover new.
The Boy and his Demon, unsure where they stand.
House packed with Potentials and Sister;
Love to them not yet known.
In the basement He waited for her to arrive or not.
Whether the dawn meant his end or hers, mattered not in the equation.
Whether he deserved her forgiveness for the rape not accomplished,
She would descend this night to lay in her dead lover’s arms.
A/N: On the last night, the General wanders through the troops and reflects.
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#10 – Did Not Believe
Is he William or Spike? Monster or man?
Drusilla banished his soul, brought forth the demon.
He remembers being William.
It shaped his evil, forged from that man’s pain.
Is she Buffy or Slayer? Warrior or woman?
She’s alone in a crowd, family and friends at arm’s length.
They love her and keep her.
Destiny decides she has no peace.
He thought the chip let him love, though he did not know.
She thought she had no love, even for his soul.
His soul let him love, though she did not know.
She proclaimed her love, he did not believe.
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#11 – Never Be Won?
Buffy made love with Angel underestimating the meaning.
If not for the curse, would they have been truly epic?
Buffy had sex with Parker, overestimating the meaning.
If not so naïve, would she have seen it for what it was?
Buffy had a love affair with Riley, not knowing she had no love.
If not the distant Slayer, could she have loved him back?
Buffy lived life by Spike, not knowing she could end in love.
If they meet again, will she see what her heart deserves?
Buffy and Love, un-mixy things?
More than slaying, it may never be won.
A/N: Can her love-life be nutshelled?
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#12 – Another Kind of Dream
Buffy woke to a bright warm morning.
Full good night’s sleep after an evening of happy loving.
He woke with her, his breath on her neck.
Arms pulled her close in a sleepy embrace.
They might love some more or share a hot shower.
Then came waffles or William’s home-made scones.
The start to a day, that would only get better.
Daughter Annie was visiting with the fat grandchildren.
Buffy woke in the chill night of the basement,
Her dead lover holding her tight.
Spike fought at her side, and even loved her,
But she needed another kind of dream.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. Comments will be appreciated and read lustily. And they will let me know if there should be a Volume 2.
Author's Chapter Notes:
What follows are twelve piles of words,
Numbering exactly one hundred each.
Six of these verses are completely canon.
Two stretch the story past the on-screen truth.
In four I only speculate, yet do not cross canon.
I hope confessing that these are my first postings anywhere,
Doesn’t put you off, or think you them, a waste of time.
Nor does this rookie wish for any leniency
Review and comment on any that interest you.
Sincere opinions and brutal honesty is most of my goal.
Love and thanks to she I’m calling B,
For reading these, and so much more.
Numbering exactly one hundred each.
Six of these verses are completely canon.
Two stretch the story past the on-screen truth.
In four I only speculate, yet do not cross canon.
I hope confessing that these are my first postings anywhere,
Doesn’t put you off, or think you them, a waste of time.
Nor does this rookie wish for any leniency
Review and comment on any that interest you.
Sincere opinions and brutal honesty is most of my goal.
Love and thanks to she I’m calling B,
For reading these, and so much more.