012 [ accidental video | location: hyperion hotel ] a kick in the teeth is good for some

[bigbad]

Spike is sitting on the floor in the Hyperion lobby hunched over and concentrating hard. He's holding a deck of cards, and several other piles are in front of him on a foot stool in the solitaire set-up. He moves an ace up and stares at the cards for a little while before flipping three down. Then he moves the cards around again. This continues for a while until finally, he shifts into his vampire face. His forehead wrinkles up and his eyes turn yellow, teeth lengthening.

He growls and knocks over the table, sending cards flying. He smiles for a minute. It's vaguely satisfying, but it doesn't really help anything.

Spike sighs and lets his features go back to being human, then turns to the tablet. He notices it's already recording, but at this point it's really too late to do anything about it. He picks it up and speaks into it.

"Anyone want to fight? I'm this close to seeing if I can hatch a demon to kill, I am so bloody bored."

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[ voice ]

[bigbad]

[It's nice to know her mind goes the same place when he suggests sparring.]

Can't say I've thought of anywhere, but I'm sure we can find something appropriate.

[ voice ]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[It's slightly difficult for her mind to go anywhere other than that place, given their history. Not that she'd ever want to repeat that exact experience, because it was pretty horrible. This, however, should be totally different.]

Okay, I'll be there in a little while, I just need to change into something more spar-y.

[ voice ]

[bigbad]

[No, neither of them want that. They can keep the violent passion, but there can be flirty comments instead of barbs.]

I'll be waiting outside.

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy probably makes a rare sight as she lands just outside the hotel - a woman in sweatpants and a tank top, with her hair all tied up in preparation for a workout - all perfectly normal, except for the flying. Looking slightly windswept, she smiles as her feet touch the ground and she greets Spike.

"Here's me," she states, just in case he hadn't noticed, invading his personal space to give him a kiss hello.

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[bigbad]

"Mm, yes, there's you," he says, looping his arms around her waist as he kisses her back. "I hope you don't start all your fights like this. I'd get jealous."

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Only when I'm fighting the more attractive demons," she replies jokingly, before extricating herself gently from his arms in order to get herself into a slightly more business-like frame of mind.

"So, I saw a big warehouse thing not far from here when I was flying over. Want to check it out?"

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[bigbad]

He smirks. "That works out well enough. Most demons are pretty ugly."

He reaches for her hand. "Sounds perfect. Lead the way."

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Great," she nods, linking her fingers comfortably with his as she starts walking. "It should be just a couple of blocks away."

...and a couple of blocks later they're approaching aforementioned nondescript warehouse thing. "Looks pretty deserted..." Buffy observes, noting the lack of Extras around, then glancing up at Spike. "Also pretty locked," she adds, raising an eyebrow at the padlock on the chainlink fence.

[ooc: hope the handwaving is okay! Poke me if you want me to change anything.]

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[bigbad]

Spike smirks. "Oh no, whatever shall we do?" He grabbed the padlock and yanked it open. It gave way pretty easily and he pushed open the gate, holding it open with a smile. "After you."

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"You're such a gentleman," she says in a faintly ironic manner, as she slips through the gate in front of him, looking amused. "Most guys just pull out chairs, but you even take care of the breaking and entering."

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[bigbad]

"Never let anyone claim I don't know how to treat a lady." He goes in after her and closes the the gate behind him, tossing the ruined padlock to the ground.

He looks around as they walk into the warehouse. It certainly fits the bill. They can fight as much as they want here and probably not disturb anyone. The person who locked the place up to begin with might be upset, but there isn't much in it, and from the state of the boxes and machines in there, he's guessing that what is in there isn't very important.

"Ready, love?"

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy gives the place a good once-over herself as they enter, and comes to some very similar conclusions. "I'm ready," she confirms with a nod, though she can't help but sound a little uncertain - mostly because she's worried about accidentally damaging Spike with her ridiculous super-strength.

"I mean, if you are."

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[bigbad]

Spike notices the uncertainty and frowns a bit. He goes over to Buffy and cups her face in his hands, then kisses her softly.

"My most frequent sparring partner lately has been a demon god-king, you know. And she doesn't love me." He tilts his head, frowning. "Though I think she does like me. Or at least tolerates... not the point. I can take a lot of damage, love. And I trust you." He leans his forehead against hers. "We both know the steps of this dance. Come on, Buffy." He grins. "You know you want to."

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Okay, color me convinced," she replies, with the hint of a smile, as she takes a step back from him - her stance shifting from relaxed into something distinctly combative. She'll wait for him to make the first move, though. Still, to get the ball rolling, as he just reminded her:

"So, would this demon god-king be the same one you used to, oh, watch in the bath?"

Good luck with that, Spike!

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[bigbad]

Spike sputters. "I-- that was-- I was making sure she didn't turn into Fred and endanger us all!" Or something similarly noble.

It's clearly time to start the fight, but for all he's been assuring Buffy that she won't hurt him and it'll be easy, he's got his own doubts. For so long now Buffy's been someone he refuses to hurt. Though he knows he can't hurt her, even trying goes against his instincts. Still, he throws a punch towards her at half speed.

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Uhuh." Buffy's skeptical expression says it all - not that she's seriously annoyed at him, of course. She's evidently just messing with him. "So you're not her pet? I'm just checking."

She blocks the punch with ease, bringing one arm up to stave off the blow, and swinging a return punch with the other. Naturally, she can tell he's holding back, and she is too, going for somewhere near her regular Slayer strength.

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[bigbad]

Spike rolls his eyes and blocks her punch, countering it with one of his own. This time, he swings a little harder, though he's still just getting warmed up. "She can say it as often as she wants. Doesn't make it true. Why?" He gives her a mischievous look. "Jealous?"

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

That punch hits home - though she could've dodged it in a Neo-from-the-Matrix style, but where's the fun in that? It's sort of refreshing to be punched ...which, admittedly, is a little messed up, but it's been so long since she had a good fight. It's nice to feel the blood pumping in her veins, to be short of breath.

"Please," she retorts, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth, before launching another punch at Spike at a little faster than average speed. "She's gotta be too crazy even for you."

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[bigbad]

Spike understands that feeling very well. He's always had a thing for violence, and seeing how she takes it is enough for him to stop holding back. Of course Buffy would be fine with it. It's fun.

But during the moment of hesitation that lets him make that decision, she gets her punch in. His head goes back with the hit, and he comes up grinning.

"And she's a living reminder of what happened to a good friend. Plus, I'm very much in love with someone else." With that he aims a sharp kick at her torso.

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Is that why you're not even trying?" Buffy asks, teasingly, as she cheats and makes use of her super-speed to catch his leg mid-kick and swing, aiming to throw him off-balance.

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[bigbad]

Spike feels his balance get away from him and tries to grab her as he goes down. "Oh, yeah. I could win easily, you know. I just don't want you feeling bad."

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Grabbing is successful, and she falls with him - though at least has the good sense to make sure she lands on top ...which is not unpleasant. "How very noble of you."

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[bigbad]

"Mmm. Yeah, I'm a real gentleman." Not unpleasant at all. He steals a quick kiss, but he's not done fighting yet, so it was mostly an attempt to distract her from the hard shove that comes next.

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Buffy is of the opinion that kiss distractions are unfair, and she makes a suitably disgruntled 'oof' sound as she rolls with the shove off of him. She's soon back on her feet however, stance defensive once again.

"That's cheating."

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[bigbad]

Spike gets up as well and gives her a completely unrepentant grin. "Couldn't resist," he says. "You just looked so kissable." His tongue pokes out from between his teeth. "Plus, you know me, no respect for rules."