Choco_cherries: Moonlight and Ash

[lirazel]

I can't even tell you how glad I am to be writing forchoco_cherries again.

This one's for May, because she got all excited about the idea of Spike/Veronica.  I hope they're as good as you imagined!

Title: Moonlight and Ash
Author: Lirazel (penny_lane_42)

 

 

Fandoms: Veronica Mars/Buffyverse
Characters/Pairing:  Spike/Veronica
Wordcount: 300
Prompt: hum
Summary: He thought he'd had his fill of tiny blondes with Messiah complexes. 

 

He thought he’d had his fill of tiny blondes with Messiah complexes.  True, this isn’t anything like it was with Buffy.  It can’t be, not with the Slayer (there may be thousands now, but to him there will only ever be one—two—three: the one who gave him his scar, the one who gave him his coat, the one who gave him his soul) still providing the heartbeat he doesn’t have, the air he doesn’t breathe, a dozen other clichés his human self would have spun into pathetic poetry (the poetry’s still there; he just doesn’t write it down).


But it’s something.  She doesn’t own his soul like his Slayer did (always will), but she hums in his blood, and her body curled up beside his is as warm as Buffy’s ever was, and she’s the only woman he’s ever met who can best him with her tongue (without being cruel because she’s strong but not afraid to be broken, too).  She takes his sarcasm with a quirked brow and returns it a hundredfold.  He marvels. 

She uncovers the truth, faces it unflinchingly where he always hid his face.  She has so many demons of her own that she isn’t frightened of his.

He has to be gentle with her—he had a century with Dru and an momenteternity with Buffy, but he’s never spent a night with a normal girl before, one whose body is fragile even if her mind is the sharpest he’s ever encountered and her spirit fierce as a warrior’s. 

If he were still William-the-Bloody-Awful-Poet, he would probably whisper something about her giving him sunshine as he holds her close (but not too close).  But he isn’t, and she doesn’t really—and maybe it doesn’t matter:

Moonlight doesn’t burn, and he’s burnt enough now (always).