This week's challenge is: Playboy Bunnies
Cross posted to open_on_sunday and my regular journal.
BtVS – Season 5 – Crush – Buffy/Spike
A series of three linked drabbles. A teensy cheat. Sue me!
My Favorite Bunny
Discourage the vampire. No crossed signals. Her mother’s words rang in Buffy’s ears as she descended the ladder to the lower level of Spike’s crypt. The torch burning on the wall revealed a sheet covered enclosure, but no Spike.
A twist of the wrist revealed a gallery of images paying homage to his favorite Slayer. Rooting gingerly through a stack of damp magazines, Buffy found an old Playboy with her faced taped over a girl with bosoms Wonder Woman couldn’t wield.
Realistic, much? With tits like that she’d need a hydraulic system to get out of bed. Oh! That pig!
She’s surprised to see Spike waiting for her at the top of the ladder.
“See anything interesting?”
Buffy pulled the rolled up Playboy from under her sweater and smacked him across the nose. “This is bad, Spike. Even for you.”
“A man can dream, Buffy. Even you have to allow me the simple pleasures if you won’t return my feelings."
“One? Not a man. Two? Demon, no feelings. Three…?”
“Obviously no rights with you breakin’ into my home all uninvited.”
“Is this really how you see me?” Buffy shoved the altered magazine in Spike’s face.
“You offerin’ a peek, love?”
“Like I’d…" Buffy trailed off. Be firm! That pouty lip thing doesn’t mean you have to fall prey to it. “Firm my Aunt Fanny,” she murmured. “I’ll show you firm,” she spat, pulling up her sweater to reveal her breasts, unencumbered by her usual lacy bra or silk camisole. Five seconds later she lost her nerve and turned; cheeks stained crimson with her embarrassment.
“Beautiful little handfuls,” Spike sighed, consigning the imperfect mounds to memory. Each freckle a landmark on a roadtrip his tongue wanted to take.
The Playboy fell unnoticed to the floor as he gathered her into his embrace.