First of all I have to tell you, this are two drabbles of my cross-over story "the chicago wizard" (Buffy and Harry Dresden)
The ghost’s always the killer
“Fuck!”
Buffy came into the room and watched Spike searching through the drawer of the sideboard.
“What’s up? Missing something?” she asked an stepped closer.
“I’ll go back and kill him!” Spike extricated the drawer from the sideboard and threw it on the floor.
Before he could’ve done it with the other, too, Buffy held him back.
“Spike, could you pleeeeeeeease tell me what’s the matter?”
“The fucking skull of a ghost made me forget my cigarettes in that basement!”
“Oh please, besides it kills you…you know what I mean…he didn’t MAKE you forget them. You yourself forgot them and now you’re too sluggard to walk to the cigarette-seller at the end of the street!”
The ghost’s always there
Buffy closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Spikes hands.
She sighed in extasy when he licked his way up her body and pressed his lips on hers.
The vampire smiled at his Slayer.
“God, how much I love you, pet!”
“Spike, there couldn’t be anyone in my life who I could love more than you.”
Buffy knew that he was still bothering about Bob and his compliments to her.
She pulled his head into another long kiss and felt how she melted away under his talented tongue.
“That’s what a bloody skull couldn’t do for you, mh, luv?”
