Ficlette: Crazy - S/X - 1/1
Aug. 28th, 2005 08:41 pmTitle: Crazy
Genre: 1st Person POV Romance
Rating: R for references to violence and sex
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary: Xander wonders if he's crazy to be in love with Spike.
Feedback: Keeps me alive.
Beta'd by
kitty_poker1 and posted in celebration of her Birthday tomorrow. I would like to dedicate this fic to her and also to
amejisuto who has taken a fall and is not feeling too good at the moment. Love you both.
Crazy. That’s what he said I was, totally out of my mind crazy. This from a complete stranger. If I hadn’t thought he was quite so damn right, I would have clocked him. Bastard.
He’d only been enjoying the night, I guess; enjoying the club and enjoying the atmosphere. Then he’d made what could have been the most costly mistake of his life. He’d spoken to me. That was when Spike went crazy. He totally freaked out. Apparently, I was flirting. Apparently, I’m nothing but a slut when I’ve had a few to drink. I managed to stop him from ripping the innocent stranger limb from limb, but I didn’t quite manage to stop him from wrecking half the club.
Then, he’d asked. The stranger had asked why I bothered with such a freak. He said I was totally out of my mind crazy. Of course, he hadn’t counted on vampire hearing. Spike stopped trying to punch a hole the size of a window into the wall and concentrated on trying to rip out the guy’s innards. I had to put myself between them. I earned myself a lovely ‘shiner’ for that little act of bravery.
All the way home I thought about what that stranger had said. He said I was crazy. Me. Totally out of my mind crazy. Me. Not Spike. Me. I mean, hey, I wasn’t the one acting all psychotic. So why was I on the end of that particular observation?
Am I crazy? For being with Spike?
Do you think that Spike getting growly and jealous and smashing up that club made me hot for it? Do you think I get off on the violence? I don’t. I hate it. I hate that Spike thinks that he can control me. Who does he think he is, trying to tell me who I can and can’t talk to?
Spike scared a lot of people tonight. I don’t think that’s acceptable. So I told him.
At least I waited until we were in the privacy of our own home before I let rip.
My throat hurts now. I think I screamed too much. I really regret throwing those dishes. That’ll be the third time we’ve had to replace them this year. But that was Spike’s fault for saying that I deserved the black eye. I didn’t deserve it. And I know that he didn’t do it on purpose. It just really fucks me off that he’d rather pretend that he deliberately hit me than admit that his aim was off. Daft bugger. And yeah, I have been living in England far too long.
Do we fight a lot? Sometimes. Do we have hot, passionate, kinky sex afterwards? Of course. Sex with Spike is crazy. Crazy, wild, monkey sex. I like it. But it’s not why I stay.
I stay because we like the same cartoons.
I stay because he takes me to museums.
I stay because he sometimes brings me breakfast in bed. I learned early on to enjoy my toast cremated.
I stay because he confides in me.
I stay because he makes me stronger.
I stay because he sometimes lets me wear his famous leather duster
We have crazy sex, crazy fights and both have crazy taste in Japanese horror films.
I go crazy with excitement whenever he comes home.
He goes crazy with fear if I’m more than ten minutes late back from work.
We’re crazy obsessed with each other. Yeah, it’s definitely a two way thing. Craziness is infectious, you know?
Is it crazy that I’ll sit here staring at the door until he cools down and comes back home?
Is it crazy that I know he’ll be back with an apology larger than his ego in exactly five minutes and forty six seconds? Maybe.
So am I crazy? Yeah, commit me ‘cos, craziness? Thy name is Xander.
Oh, here he comes! And he’s bought me…flowers?! Now, *that* really is…
~fini~
Genre: 1st Person POV Romance
Rating: R for references to violence and sex
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary: Xander wonders if he's crazy to be in love with Spike.
Feedback: Keeps me alive.
Beta'd by
Crazy. That’s what he said I was, totally out of my mind crazy. This from a complete stranger. If I hadn’t thought he was quite so damn right, I would have clocked him. Bastard.
He’d only been enjoying the night, I guess; enjoying the club and enjoying the atmosphere. Then he’d made what could have been the most costly mistake of his life. He’d spoken to me. That was when Spike went crazy. He totally freaked out. Apparently, I was flirting. Apparently, I’m nothing but a slut when I’ve had a few to drink. I managed to stop him from ripping the innocent stranger limb from limb, but I didn’t quite manage to stop him from wrecking half the club.
Then, he’d asked. The stranger had asked why I bothered with such a freak. He said I was totally out of my mind crazy. Of course, he hadn’t counted on vampire hearing. Spike stopped trying to punch a hole the size of a window into the wall and concentrated on trying to rip out the guy’s innards. I had to put myself between them. I earned myself a lovely ‘shiner’ for that little act of bravery.
All the way home I thought about what that stranger had said. He said I was crazy. Me. Totally out of my mind crazy. Me. Not Spike. Me. I mean, hey, I wasn’t the one acting all psychotic. So why was I on the end of that particular observation?
Am I crazy? For being with Spike?
Do you think that Spike getting growly and jealous and smashing up that club made me hot for it? Do you think I get off on the violence? I don’t. I hate it. I hate that Spike thinks that he can control me. Who does he think he is, trying to tell me who I can and can’t talk to?
Spike scared a lot of people tonight. I don’t think that’s acceptable. So I told him.
At least I waited until we were in the privacy of our own home before I let rip.
My throat hurts now. I think I screamed too much. I really regret throwing those dishes. That’ll be the third time we’ve had to replace them this year. But that was Spike’s fault for saying that I deserved the black eye. I didn’t deserve it. And I know that he didn’t do it on purpose. It just really fucks me off that he’d rather pretend that he deliberately hit me than admit that his aim was off. Daft bugger. And yeah, I have been living in England far too long.
Do we fight a lot? Sometimes. Do we have hot, passionate, kinky sex afterwards? Of course. Sex with Spike is crazy. Crazy, wild, monkey sex. I like it. But it’s not why I stay.
I stay because we like the same cartoons.
I stay because he takes me to museums.
I stay because he sometimes brings me breakfast in bed. I learned early on to enjoy my toast cremated.
I stay because he confides in me.
I stay because he makes me stronger.
I stay because he sometimes lets me wear his famous leather duster
We have crazy sex, crazy fights and both have crazy taste in Japanese horror films.
I go crazy with excitement whenever he comes home.
He goes crazy with fear if I’m more than ten minutes late back from work.
We’re crazy obsessed with each other. Yeah, it’s definitely a two way thing. Craziness is infectious, you know?
Is it crazy that I’ll sit here staring at the door until he cools down and comes back home?
Is it crazy that I know he’ll be back with an apology larger than his ego in exactly five minutes and forty six seconds? Maybe.
So am I crazy? Yeah, commit me ‘cos, craziness? Thy name is Xander.
Oh, here he comes! And he’s bought me…flowers?! Now, *that* really is…
~fini~
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Date: 2005-08-28 01:08 pm (UTC)This? This is why they're perfect for each other. They're the same shade of crazy!
I love it, sweetie. :D
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Date: 2005-08-28 11:58 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-08-28 01:09 pm (UTC)So am I crazy? Yeah, commit me ‘cos, craziness? Thy name is Xander."
This is fabulous. I love it!
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Date: 2005-08-28 11:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 01:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 04:59 pm (UTC)Flavia
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Date: 2005-08-28 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-29 12:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 01:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-29 12:04 am (UTC)I love the idea of that kind of love; explosive and passionate.
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-29 12:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 03:02 pm (UTC)::hugs::
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:12 am (UTC)It's weird, but it's often those little things that make a relationship. I think Xander would think like that, too.
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:20 pm (UTC)I like. They're perfect for each other.
:)
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:16 am (UTC)And yeah, they certainly are. ~sigh~
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:35 pm (UTC)They are so crazy-cute.
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:18 am (UTC)LOL!
They are so crazy-cute.
The craziest and the cutest!
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-29 12:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 03:40 pm (UTC)*cuddles the boys and their crazy tempers*
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:19 am (UTC)~cuddles them, too~
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Date: 2005-08-28 04:01 pm (UTC)I loved it sweetie.
~Nebula
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:20 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-08-28 08:58 pm (UTC)Marie
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 09:56 pm (UTC)Wonderful glimpse into his mind and their relationship!
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-28 10:32 pm (UTC)Aww flowers! I want flowers....
Wonderful job as always sweetie pie
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Date: 2005-08-29 12:32 am (UTC)Thank you!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2005-08-28 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-29 12:34 am (UTC)Thank you, hon. ~hugs~
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Date: 2005-08-29 04:46 am (UTC)They're so cute and absolutely crazy..
The course of true love never did run smoothly...
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Date: 2005-08-29 05:13 am (UTC)That's how you know it is true love, by the level of craziness!
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Date: 2005-08-30 08:37 am (UTC)Kat
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Date: 2005-08-30 09:13 am (UTC)