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Back at Ease
May. 18th, 2026 07:08 pmMain Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Devil May Cry
Summary: Spike isn't so sure about this.
Word Count: 235
Rating: Teen
Spike watched as the two people he loved trailed back, weapons dripping with ichor and arguing amiably about something. At first, he’d been pissed off that the Slayer had insisted she go alone with his Blade—when he wasn’t around to argue with that order. But Red and Glinda had taken him aside and insisted Buffy really was trying, now, and distracted him with cookies.
Now, he hated to admit it, but the witches had been right. There was an ease there, in the way Buffy carried herself and in Blade’s stride, that hadn’t been there before, and a connection between the two of them.
“That quip back there before the mausoleum was worth at least three and a half points,” Buffy insisted. They’d gotten close enough he could hear, and his grin widened as he crushed the cigarette underfoot.
“Yeah, well, that backflip-stakeage? Easily five points.” Blade, grinning like a loon and talking like one too.
“Yeah, well, I had gymnastics. Unfair advantage,” the Slayer decided.
Spike sauntered out from under the tree, smirking at the two. “Y’know, you two, if you wanted a referee, all you had to do was ask.” Buffy smiled, freer than she had in weeks, and Blade grinned cheekily back. “Who won?”
Without hesitation, the two pointed at each other. At first, Spike was taken aback, but then he began to laugh, and pretty soon the two joined in.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Devil May Cry
Summary: Spike isn't so sure about this.
Word Count: 235
Rating: Teen
Spike watched as the two people he loved trailed back, weapons dripping with ichor and arguing amiably about something. At first, he’d been pissed off that the Slayer had insisted she go alone with his Blade—when he wasn’t around to argue with that order. But Red and Glinda had taken him aside and insisted Buffy really was trying, now, and distracted him with cookies.
Now, he hated to admit it, but the witches had been right. There was an ease there, in the way Buffy carried herself and in Blade’s stride, that hadn’t been there before, and a connection between the two of them.
“That quip back there before the mausoleum was worth at least three and a half points,” Buffy insisted. They’d gotten close enough he could hear, and his grin widened as he crushed the cigarette underfoot.
“Yeah, well, that backflip-stakeage? Easily five points.” Blade, grinning like a loon and talking like one too.
“Yeah, well, I had gymnastics. Unfair advantage,” the Slayer decided.
Spike sauntered out from under the tree, smirking at the two. “Y’know, you two, if you wanted a referee, all you had to do was ask.” Buffy smiled, freer than she had in weeks, and Blade grinned cheekily back. “Who won?”
Without hesitation, the two pointed at each other. At first, Spike was taken aback, but then he began to laugh, and pretty soon the two joined in.
