Fic: Shanshu 23 - Sparks in the Darkest of Caves

Title: Sparks in the Darkest of Caves
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 453 - Ooze
Rating: PG
Summary: Part 23 of Shanshu
Word Count: 1008
Note: time moves more slolwy in the demon dimension.

( Will sat there stroking Buffy's red hair. )

The Meaning of True Fear

Prompt: last-line-first-line challenge: The bastard never saw it coming.

Edit (22 Jan 2016) Nominated at Round 11 of the Running With Scissors Award.

“And the bastard never saw it coming.”

Giles had given up not-wincing hours ago. Anya didn't seem to notice. He did still believe he had a chance of escape, but before he could make good on it, she'd started into another story.

“And then there was the death of a thousand cuts. Of course I waited, oh, about ten minutes between each cut and poured salt into the wounds. The wisher wanted me to stop, you wouldn’t believe how lily-livered some women can be, but of course once the wish is made, it has to run its full course. The one after that was boring. I just pulled out some guy’s intestines. Did you know how long intestines are? I could have knit a sweater with that thing, I mean, if I knew how to knit. Do you think I should knit something for Xander?”

Giles imagined knitted intestines and shuddered.

“Oh, not with an intestine. They’re too thick. Imagine the needles you’d need for that sweater. It’s just, well, I was reading this magazine and it said that girlfriends knit and sew and bake cakes. Do you think Xander would want me to knit?”

That was it. A vengeance demon was bad enough. He wasn’t about to try handling an insecure girlfriend. “Ah, I just remembered, I have an appointment. I’ll be out the rest of the day. The shop is yours.”

Mine

Prompt: "That's correct," he lied.

“That’s correct.”

Gods but Ripper looked smug hitting on that little floozy. That certainly couldn’t be left to stand. “He lied.”

“What?” Taking advantage of the girl’s shock, Ethan stepped in between the two of them, close enough that they’d either have to make him part of their little tête-à-tête or step back. Ethan grinned as Olivia took a step back.

“Our Ripper wouldn’t know the truth if it bit him on the ass.” Counting on Ripper to keep his cool and not break out the violence in front of a bird he was chatting up, Ethan matched deed to words and grabbed a handful of ass, enough to make Ripper jump.

Good. Run Away. He’s mine, Ethan thought as the girl buggered off.

“Ethan,” Ripper growled.

“Yes?” He answered in his sweetest tone, knowing it would goad Ripper that much more.

“Alley. Now.”

Ethan winced as he raised a hand to his bruised cheek. Well, he’d known Ripper hadn’t dragged him into the alley for a good snog. That they could have had in any dark corner. Still, Ripper could always be talked out of a fight. As Ripper raised his fist again, Ethan struck. “Oh come on Ripper. At least kiss it better before you punch me again.”

“Why do I put up with you?” Ripper crashed his lips against Ethan’s.

Because, unlike that little chippie, I know what you need. Because you’re mine.