Written for Lady Yashka.
Set in South America, post NFA
“Shh.” The vampire waved his companion to silence, ignoring her pout to peer through the trees. “Know this bird, pet?”
Buffy edged closer, her eyes widening when she recognised the loudly arguing pair. “Riley’s wife…” Her eyes sparkled as the larger woman’s voice rose a notch. “For now, at least,” she added with a grin.
Spike snorted before turning and leading the slayer back to camp.
“Bacterial Vaginosis and K’lignarian warts?” Buffy queried once they were settled.
“Sounds like soldier boy’s interest in demon whores has widened a little in the last few years,” Spike replied with a smirk.