[It's... nice. Makes his heart feel warm instead of cold and dead in his chest. He watches her, a little confused at the gesture and how it makes him feel. Is this what it's like for her boy? Sweet and caring? For a moment, he's consumed with jealousy. This isn't the sort of kiss she'd usually give him, as much as any of their kisses can be called usual. Even when they'd been engaged from Willow's spell, they's always slipped in tongue and open mouths and fire. The attraction between the two of them was far to visceral and primal to allow for gentleness. And for a moment, he wants it. He wants cuddling and chaste kissing and holding hands and all the things she'd do with the boy and not with Spike. He wants it so bad, it almost hurts.
Then he's over it. That's how he was with Drusilla. Never with Buffy, who he hates. Vicious, bloody shagging sessions that leave both of them raw and aching for weeks, that's what he wants with Buffy. It's better. Less emotionally fulfilling, maybe, but what does William the Bloody care for emotions? He wants the fire. Why else would he shag his nemesis?
And yet, he smiles at her. No reason to be mean when they're not shagging, he tells himself, though he's not quite sure why he'd want to be nice. Maybe if he's nice, she'll be more interested in coming back. Girls like nice guys, right? Except he thinks back to when he was bloody nice and how bloody Cecily thought that he was beneath her. No. Girls don't like it when guys are nice. That's not the way to win her heart. Not that he even wants her heart.
The smile twists into a smirk.] Go on, then. Keep pretending.
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Then he's over it. That's how he was with Drusilla. Never with Buffy, who he hates. Vicious, bloody shagging sessions that leave both of them raw and aching for weeks, that's what he wants with Buffy. It's better. Less emotionally fulfilling, maybe, but what does William the Bloody care for emotions? He wants the fire. Why else would he shag his nemesis?
And yet, he smiles at her. No reason to be mean when they're not shagging, he tells himself, though he's not quite sure why he'd want to be nice. Maybe if he's nice, she'll be more interested in coming back. Girls like nice guys, right? Except he thinks back to when he was bloody nice and how bloody Cecily thought that he was beneath her. No. Girls don't like it when guys are nice. That's not the way to win her heart. Not that he even wants her heart.
The smile twists into a smirk.] Go on, then. Keep pretending.