Ssik
By Elka
Title: Ssik
Author: Elka
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Part: 1 of 1
Order: Follows 'Ginger' in 'Soul Survivor'
Distribution: The regulars. Ask if you've got the wants.
Disclaimer: Joss is the wind beneath my wings.
Spoilers: Uh. General season four, no specific episode. Oz has left. Spike is
unbitey at Giles'.
Author's Notes: Sap. Pure sap. That's all I can come up with. Inell, I curse
you, yet I still mock you with my words, eyeholes, and monkey pants.
Nice, light, happy crap for you all to dwell on. Giggle. I'm trying desperately
to get my vicious angstness back. I seem to have misplaced it. If you've found
it, could you kindly return it, please? I think Inell stole it... Nita, come
back to me. Did you die?
The title is a riddle! See if you can figure it out O'Wise Fiction Readers? I expect only the truly brilliant to crack my enigmatic code. The answer is at the end of the story. Press on...
Enough introductions? I should tell you now, there's no actual writing here. I just wanted to fill out the header stuff. It's more fun then the actual story. Giggle. Kidding. Don't delete.
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Willow and Spike stared at each other.
It was an intense moment.
Willow was the first to break the silence.
"What's so unappealing about me?"
Spike blinked. "What?"
She sighed. "Unappealing. Me. Why don't guys like you?"
The vampire looked around the empty room
for help. "I like you." He
struggled.
"You don't count..."
Spike frowned.
"...I don't understand what I did wrong
with Oz. I thought I made him
happy.
Loved him. Gave him the sex."
He raised an eyebrow. The thought surprised him.
"But he just dumped me. For that wolf girl.
A dead wolf girl! What guy
likes
a dead girl?"
Spike raised a hand.
"Why doesn't anyone want me?"
"I want you." He interjected quietly.
"It just seems there's no guys out there.
I've looked everywhere. Not
one
here, not one there. No good ones that are single and available."
"I'm single. And available."
"All they do is dump you. Take you for
granted then dump you. Dump,
dump,
dump. Then get as far the hell away as they can becase the sight of you
makes them want to question their entire existence."
Willow took a breath.
Spike tried again. "I like you."
She didn't seem to hear him. "It was good,
you know, for awhile. Then
Veruca
and her whiny voice and leather pants comes and sweeps him off his
paws.
Stupid, dirty girl. Everyone keeps telling me to move on, that the
perfect
guy is probably right in front of my face. Yeah right. I've looked and
that
guy just isn't..."
Willow was cut off by cool lips on her
own. She felt the icy fingers on
the
back of her neck, they sent a tingle down her spine. He kissed her
softly,
barely making contact.
Spike pulled away after a moment, Willow
stared at him. She blinked
once.
She could barely speak above a whisper.
"What was that?"
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