A/N: Just a little Halloween ficlet, that wanted to be written and I thought was a good idea to make up for my delay in updating ... again.

Once again a big "Thank You!!" to my wonderful beta BloodyTearsOfLife who also provided the title since I was utterly lost. :)

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me...
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You Can Still Wear Black...


 
"No," Spike declared adamantly and stalked off at a brisk pace.


His blonde female companion rolled her eyes dramatically and hurried to catch up with the disgruntled vamp.


She wrapped herself around his leather clad arm, and batting her eyelashes for extra effect, she pouted up at him. "Pretty, pretty please?"


For a moment he zeroed in on her pouty red lips, his mind coming up with all sorts of naughty images involving those lips, before he shook himself out of it. "I'm not doin' it."


"Oh come on, Spiiike," Buffy whined, "It isn't that bad and Dawnie already got our costumes."


"Maybe for you, luv, but I'm not wearing spandex tights like a bleedin' nancy boy!" He glared at her.


"You get to be a hero, a fighter, for all things righteous and no one will be able to deny it. Everyone is gonna see what a good man, I know, you are," she tried for a different approach.


"I'm EVIL!!!" the bleached blonde cried offended, not in the least fooled by Buffy's praising words.


"Uh huh." The blonde slayer just smiled indulgently at him and nodded.


"I am!" he insisted.


"Come on, you can wear black, show off your fighting skills, make witty comments and hang around your pretty girlfriend. And hey, if we're turned into our costumes again we'll still be cool warriors and not all damsel-y in distress and swooning," she tried again to convince him.


Before he could voice his protest or make a lewd remark how he liked her all screaming and girly, she held up her hand and continued.


"And at least it's better than what the others came up with."


He let out an annoyed sigh. "What did they come up with, kitten?"


"They wanted to go as the real Scoobies. Then I would have to be Daphne, because Willow wanted to be Velma. She said she can relate to her, what with being all smart and wall flower-y in high school or something like that. That means you had to go as Fred. And I don't think you would like that very much."


"Bloody Hell! Why do I have to go at all? I'm a vamp an' it's a freakin' holiday for the likes of me."


"Because we didn't want to hide our relationship. And you wanted to be able to be all couply in front of my friends and you said you wanted to be involved in my life and be the doting boyfriend once in a while." She looked up at him with watery eyes. "Or was that all just talk to get me to shut up and have sex with you?" Her bottom lip was wobbling now.


Buffy had to fight to keep up the teary face and suppress the victorious smirk that threatened to break through. She knew she had him, that he was totally helpless now.


'Bollocks!' Spike knew he couldn't get out of it now. He had meant all those things after all. Unlife just wasn't bloody fair. And they called him evil. Or he insisted to anyway.


He hung his head in defeat when his girl hugged him and squealed happily.


"But it's the soddin' Power Rangers. . ."




~ The End ~