Her Name is Ginger
 

For: october_fay
Rating: R
Request: Season Five, Surprise me.

My response: Hmm. Not much to go on, eh? I took my liberties and actually made this a Season 6 fic, taking place post-Gone. october_fayleft the field open with 'surprise me' as her scenario request. Soooo, I thought of a fic scenario in which someone was surprised. Buffy POV. Those with good memories will note that the book mentioned was used in Counting Up.



Must be quiet. Tippy toe quiet. Spike’s got hearing like a bat. Like a vampire bat. Wait, do they have better hearing than the regular bats? Because that would be - focus, Buffy. Focus!

Now, where did he tuck that book when I came in the other night? Just want to see what he was reading. Aha! I frown when I pick up the battered red leather volume. Collected Love Letters of John Keats? Huh? That’s...unexpected.

I jump at the sound of Spike’s voice coming from the other side of his crypt door. Oh, damn. I realize the tinglies running up and down my spine are not because I’m sneaking around in his crypt but because he’s right outside. I stuff the book back where I found it and look around for a hiding place.

Wait. A hiding place? Duh. He’ll know I’m here in a second. With all the enhanced vamp senses and such. I should...uh...get naked? Pretend I was here to seduce him? No time. Uh. Damn. Think, Buffy, think! I freeze when I hear him again.

“Ah, there’s my pretty girl.” Oh crap. He knows I’m here. I’m going to - hey. “You like that, do you? Want to come in and sit in Spike’s lap and watch some TV?” Who...WHO the hell is he talking to? That’s my lap he is offering to some random hussy. “I’ve got a treat for you, too. Come on, love...”

Oooooh. I am not jealous. No, not jealous. It’s not like we’re betrothed or something. But, but...nope, not jealous. None of my business - oh crap, back to the hiding.

I dive behind the nearby sarcophagus and hold my breath as the crypt door swings open. I hear Spike take a few steps in and close the door behind him, plunging us back into near darkness.

“Now, stop squirming. You’ll get it in a minute.” Oh someone’s going to get it all right. And not in the sexy fun way. In the punch him in the face way. “A little anxious, eh, pet?”

I narrow my eyes. I am going to kill him. Um. Further kill him. Maim him. Yes, maiming will be...

What was that? I hear a quiet thud and some kind of skittering, scurrying kind of sound.

“AGHHHH!!” Somehow in the course of my scream, I end up crouching on top of the sarcophagus. My eyes dart around for the large rat that just licked me. LICKED me as I was hiding. “Where did it go?!” I look up at Spike, who seems extremely amused. And alone. Huh?

He slouches, crossing his arms as he looks at me. Damn sexy vampire. Grr. “The RAT, Spike.” I keep looking but I don’t see anything. “And the GIRL. Where did she go?” I crane my neck to see behind Spike. Nothing.

Spike rubs his chin. “Let me get this straight, love. You are hiding in my crypt looking for a rat. And a girl. But not for me?” He cocks his head to the side, renewing the tingles. However, since my heart is still wedged up in my throat, I can’t quite sort out the conflicting signals of lust and fear and...and other stuff just yet.

“Right. I mean, no. Well, I...” This is odd. “Who were you talking to? I heard you...talking to a girl.”

Spike smirks at me. “Jealous, pet?”

“Not if she was imaginary. ‘Cause that’s just sad.”

“But if she was real? Jealousy, is it?” He takes a few steps closer to me and the tingles increase in volume and persistency. I’m sure my face is flushed. His proximity makes me hot. Damn him and his penetrating blue eyes.

“I didn’t say that. Or I won’t. Stop turning it around! Where’d she go?” I look behind him again and still. Nothing. Door is closed and...I feel something behind me on the sarcophagus. I freeze, eyes widening. “The rat is right behind me. I do not like rats, Spike. Please get it?” I try to be pleading and distract him from this jealousy discussion. It works. He steps up next to me and reaches behind me to grab - a very adorable kitten.

An orange tabby kitten. Well, a little bigger than that, but still. Small cat. Not a rat. My mouth falls open as she squirms in Spike’s hand, making a mewing sound. He pulls her to him and she snuggles against his coat.

“Is this the rat you were scared of, Slayer? Afraid of a tiny little kitty cat?” The look of amusement on his face is completely stuck. I might have to knock it off. He turns his attention to the cat. “Now, let’s get that milk, alright?” Spike heads for the fridge, leaving me with my mouth gaping open. I hop down and spin around to face him.

“You were talking to the cat outside?”

He laughs a little, quietly, but doesn’t answer. I notice him grabbing a dish from the top of the fridge. He fills it with milk from the fridge and puts it on the floor, where the cat immediately starts drinking. Spike turns to face me. Again with the amused.

“You have a cat? How did I not know this?”

He leans against the wall opposite me and smiles. “Guess you never asked, love.”

I glance down at the little ball of fur. “Did you win her? At a poker game?”

He nods and my heart does a little flip flop. I’ve never seen him take care of anything before. I heard him baby talking that little fluffy thing. Oh, dear. A new side to Spike.

I want him.

And kind of...right now. First, love letters. Now, kitties. Plus, all leather-covered. It’s very panties-melting.

I slide closer, smile up at him through my lashes. “Does she have a name?”

“We talking about the girl or the cat now?”

Oooh! “But...there’s no girl! You were talking to it! Uh, right?” I point at the cat, frustration flaring.

Spike closes the distance between us, fingers catching in my hair and tucking one side behind my ear. “Very sexy when you’re jealous, pet.”

I lean into him, breasts bumping against his chest. “Not jealous.”

His lips on my newly bared earlobe, his next words are muffled. “Still sexy.”

I jump when he nibbles on my ear and can’t help a little moan. I slide my hand up and around his neck, holding him close. His mouth moves down my neck as I feel his hands slide up and under the back of my shirt. As always, the first touch of his cool hands on my skin makes me quiver.

I stop him, pushing him away to meet my eyes. “There’s no girl, right?”

Spike smiles, a heartbreaking, devastating smile. “Just you, love.”

I return the smile at full wattage. “Good.” Did I just admit I’m his girl? Yipes.

Our hands get right back to the groping as I realize I’m okay with this latest slip on my part.

Damn. I’ve just realized something else.

I was so jealous.