Unintended - #049 #067 #029
A/N: Three related drabbles. Brennan/Spike. Inspired by Muse's Unintended.- - - - -
Title: You could be my unintended
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 107
Prompt: #049 - First Times- - - -
She’d been kidnapped, almost killed, threatened and all these things terrified her, but nothing so much as the man in front of her now. The seemingly un-flappable Temperance Brennan wanted to cry with panic as alarm bells went off in her mind.
He was devilishly good-looking, devilishly handsome, and charming enough that she was considering doing something she’d probably regret.
As though sensing her unease, Spike put one cold finger to her lips before quickly replacing it with his own.
She stopped thinking.
Clothes were shredded, skin met skin and she felt as though nobody in the world could ever feel this much passion more than once.
- - - - -
Title: Choice to live my life extended
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 198
Prompt: #067 - Immortal- - - -
Spike rolled over, colliding with a body, soft and warm.
Wait.
He looked over as his (now favourite) Doc sleepily opened her eyes and nuzzled into his chest. She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly.
And then opened them again.
“Why can I not hear your heart beating?”
Spike sat up as fast as he could, trying to undo the damage he’d done but it was too late. He could almost hear His Poofiness in his head, gloating about how short-sighted and reckless he was.
He looked at the apprehensive woman, “Right, so there is this thing,” he stumbled over his words, something he hadn’t done in centuries, a telling reminder of how long he’d really lived, “I’m not exactly human, luv.”
He expected screaming or cursing, but instead he met a levelled gaze, “What exactly do you mean?”
He’d seen that look before; the stubborn look of a warrior-woman.
Spike took a deep breath that he didn’t need, “I’m old. Older than you’d think. I drink blood to survive. I can never die, unless I’m killed. I’ll never age, never change.”
She looked at him in disbelief. Then she laid a hand on his cold, un-beating chest.
- - - - -
Title: But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 123
Prompt: #029 - Heartache- - - -
He was watching her from the shadows again, like the creature of the night he was. She could feel those piercing blue eyes searching for something that she wasn’t sure she could give him.
He was always watching her. After declaring his love for her unintentionally (after a very intimate encounter) he had fled and did as he was doing now; purposefully and unendingly.
Temperance laughed hollowly at that thought – unendingly. Because yes; he would live forever. And maybe he would torment her just as long – tempt her with the promise of something better for the both of them, a way to leave their pasts riddled with pain and regret behind.
It seemed, at the moment, he was too broken to do it.
