Title: Fess Up
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Length: 400 (Google Docs)
Content notes: Some coarse language
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S6, between eps. 6x06 “All The Way” and 6x07 “Once More With Feeling”
Summary: Buffy sets out to make Spike confess a minor crime—given his rep. He thinks it’s just an excuse.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Author notes: none

Challenge: #442 - Alibi
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As usual, Buffy let herself in without knocking. “Spike?”
Seated cross-legged on a sarcophagus redoing his black polish, he didn’t look at her. “You should knock. What if I was indecent?”
She crossed her arms and glared at him in silence, prompting him to finally give her his attention.
“Hell, if a look could kill,” he mumbled, closing the nail polish bottle. “A’right, let me guess. The Little Bit is missing again, and you’re afraid she’s somewhere sucking face with another undead bloke.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Dawn is home. And hopefully she learned her lesson from her Halloween misadventures.”

She sat at the other end of the sarcophagus, heaving a sigh. “I’m supposed to be the freak who kisses vampires. I infected her.”
“Vampires, plural? Someone I know?” he asked, tilting his head.
She speared him with a glance. “Don’t be coy, Spike. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Didn’t want to assume that’d count for you. Spell gone awry and all that rot,” he smirked.
Buffy frowned. “What are y—oh. That,” she chuckled nervously, realizing he didn’t get she was referring to a different kiss; intentional and driven by her gratitude. “Of course, that too. Boy, that was… something. Huh?”

She knew she was babbling when he raised his brow. “Are you fishing for inappropriate comments about our brief engagement?”
“No need. Uh, new topic?”
Spike shrugged. “Sure. What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“Inventory drama at the Magic Box. Missing stuff.”
“Tragic. What did the police say?”
“I’m the police. What’s your alibi?”
“What for?”
“Spike, I busted you on Halloween. Stealing that… bloated… weed… thingy?”
“Burba weed. Obviously I don’t have an alibi ’cause you saw me and I flat out said I was nicking it. You don’t need excuses to come here. Door’s open.”

“Excuses to come here?” Buffy snorted. “Preposterous.”
“You came here asking if I have an alibi for a crime that you know I did commit.”
“You didn’t let me finish!” she exclaimed. “I saw you take a small amount, but a lot more is missing. Apparently that weed can be used for some disturbing spell, and I need to know if I should worry about that or if it was all you.”
“Are you gonna rat me out?”
Buffy smirked. “You just confessed.”
“Bollocks.”
“And my business here is finished.”
“You’re evil.”
She winked. “One of us has to be.”