Buffy the Vampire Slayer Preferences + imagines/one shots

Spike - Uninvited

Like anyone would be, I'm flattered by your fascination with me. 

When I catch your eye from across the room, I feel alive. More alive than you do, I guarantee.

Nobody knows what we do when the sun comes down, nobody knows how you promise me all sorts of things I can only dream of. You must know the effect you have on me. I think you revel in it.

Revel in the way my heart dances when you're near - how my hair stands on end when you brush past me. And the pretty things you whisper to me... Like poems that only I'm privy to, full of imagery I hope isn't reused. 

Still, the way you know exactly how to talk to me and touch me, it makes me think you've experienced a love like mine before. That I'm not special.

That I'm your latest challenge. Conquest. A brand-new, little less crazy, Drusilla.

But I must seem greatly intriguing to you, with my beating heart and red cheeks; my sharp tongue that women weren't allowed back in your day. Do I make you feel alive? Do I get your blood pumping? 

You stand outside my door. I could break this barrier with a mere mumble and let you in. 

You know how important this is. You don't try and sway me, your eyes calm and steady. 

You make me feel like I matter but is that enough? I don't think you unworthy. I don't think you are a monster. I just fear you'll grow tired of me or do something I could have prevented - prevented by not saying those three little words.  

You're not uninvited anymore. 

"Come in, Spike."