Drabble: Envy | by purplefeen

Envy

Blocker

Envy



pairing: Spike/Cordelia, Xander - as close as I'm ever going to get to Spike/Xander
time frame: s2 of BtVS
word count: 263

prompt:
If I could only die that way, I'd say goodbye to the business of living.
~ Petronius // Good God, What a Night That Was


Alexander Lavelle Harris is speechless. He couldn't talk right now if he wanted to. And not just because he'll get caught. All thought is gone except for the brain cells screaming, "OH MY GOD!"

They don't see him, screened in on the back porch as they are and him hidden in the trees and bushes in the dark. If he doesn't talk, doesn't gasp, doesn't move, doesn't breathe, he just may get out of here alive. But death never looked so appealing before.

He thought Cordy was being faithful. And Buffy had said that Spike was in a wheelchair. And what about Drusilla? Isn't she supposed to be the love of Spike's life? Death? Whatever.

But soft whispers and softer skin tell a different story. This isn't their first time together; he can see that easily enough. Heck, it's probably not their second. A man who touches a woman like that knows what he's doing. He'd never even thought of touching Cordy like that. Spike's hands seem so large as they slide across her flesh. Big, strong, experienced. And how does he bend himself up like that? Although, it seems to be very effective. You can see the strength in the corded muscles of his legs, see the power he holds in check in the lines of his back. See the…

Wait? Why am I not looking at Cordelia? Why am I not feeling envious of Spike?

He takes one last, longing glance before quietly walking away, thinking of a poem they read in class last week, 'If I could only die that way, I'd say goodbye to the business of living.'



The End