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(Response to the First Among Equals '100 Words' Challenge)
Buffy and Spike stared at each other across familiar territory.
How often had they encountered each other like this? Still she refused to admit they'd been dancing.
Muscles tensed in anticipation, hands deceptively relaxed at their sides. Each knew the other could pounce at any moment.
Icy blue locked with hazel -- teasing...taunting.
In a blur, their hands lashed out.
Buffy came away with the prize.
As she devoured the last of the buffalo wings, Spike wiped some sauce from her chin and slowly licked his finger clean.
Buffy flinched.
Spike smirked.
Not dancing? Right. It's
all they'd ever done.
