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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Apr. 13th, 2006 04:12 pm)Training School
(Couple of related drabbles)
Fandom: Angel, Post-NFA
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is mine only to play with.
When Giles told him he wanted him to oversee the new Training School, he thought that it would’ve been a boring assignment. When he found out who was in charge of it, however, he booked his flight and packed his bags faster than you could’ve said “Take me to your leader.” (In Klingon.)
The very first minute Andrew walked in the door, Spike smiled in all of his shirtless, sweaty glory and invited him to spar. The only thing better than watching the sweat beads trail down his perfectly-sculpted chest was actually touching it. Andrew loved his new assignment already.
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Andrew hated his new assignment. He hated being around them, seeing them live their little human lives with little human Looks (note the capital.) He hated that Giles took them into the Council because they had defeated the Evil Lawyers and won some stupid Sand Shoe.
Andrew glared at Angel behind his back, but it went unnoticed. He kept touching Spike anyway, and Spike kept on letting himself be touched.
“Hey, Andy.” The stupid British man addressed him, “Mind training the girls while we . . . grab a bite?”
He especially hated their stupid code names for having sex.
(Couple of related drabbles)
Fandom: Angel, Post-NFA
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is mine only to play with.
When Giles told him he wanted him to oversee the new Training School, he thought that it would’ve been a boring assignment. When he found out who was in charge of it, however, he booked his flight and packed his bags faster than you could’ve said “Take me to your leader.” (In Klingon.)
The very first minute Andrew walked in the door, Spike smiled in all of his shirtless, sweaty glory and invited him to spar. The only thing better than watching the sweat beads trail down his perfectly-sculpted chest was actually touching it. Andrew loved his new assignment already.
* *
Andrew hated his new assignment. He hated being around them, seeing them live their little human lives with little human Looks (note the capital.) He hated that Giles took them into the Council because they had defeated the Evil Lawyers and won some stupid Sand Shoe.
Andrew glared at Angel behind his back, but it went unnoticed. He kept touching Spike anyway, and Spike kept on letting himself be touched.
“Hey, Andy.” The stupid British man addressed him, “Mind training the girls while we . . . grab a bite?”
He especially hated their stupid code names for having sex.
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*dances with merriment*
Thanks for this! You really made my morning.
Favorite line: “Take me to your leader.” (In Klingon.)
I really feel poor Andy's pain in this one. He's so adorable.
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