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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jan. 27th, 2007 12:15 pm)Note on the Refrigerator
Fandom: Buffy S7
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: J-O-S-S does not spell “shinodabear”
Xander was a bit angry. Scratch that. Xander was angry. His cheeks were red, his body held taut, and his hands were crushing the piece of paper that had turned into the Summers’ residence grocery list. His breathing was slightly elevated as well. Spike had yet to glance at his eyes. He’d imagine, though, that they were a bit hot (and not in the “bloody hell take me now, you hot hunk of a vampire” way, either.)
“Can I help you, pet?” Spike purred as innocently as possible. It must have been something bad for Xander to wake him in the middle of the afternoon.
“What’s this?!” The grocery list found its way merely an inch from the vampire’s face. He would’ve pointed out that he could read it just fine from a longer distance, but Xander didn’t look like he was in the mood for games.
“Looks like that list we keep on the fridge for whatever poor sod gets roped into food shopping.”
Xander snatched it back as quickly as he had thrust it in Spike’s face. “And what did you write on it?”
“Blood.”
“And?”
“Weetabix.”
Xander growled and pointed to the last item written on the list. "Read that."
“ 'Xander. Remember to get lotion for the carpet burn on your pert little bottom. Next time, I'll try and keep us on the couch.' Did I write something wrong?”
“Yes!” Xander’s arms jumped up to the sky. “This isn’t an private note between just us, Spike. It’s a communal list. Meaning everyone sees it!”
Spike shrugged, not quite seeing how this would warrant a temper tantrum. Xander rolled his eyes. “Listen, Spike. I know you don’t really care, nor do you have any sort of personal inhibitions whatsoever, soul or not. Maybe, next time, you’d stop and think about what I might care about.”
“So you don’t want anyone to know about us?”
“We live with over twenty teenaged girls, Spike. They know. I’d just like to be comforted with the slight lie to myself that they don’t know. Thank you.” Xander turned to leave, and Spike smiled to himself.
“I take it Anya wanted in?”
Xadner stopped and turned. “At first she said she’d like to watch, but I figured she’d eventually worm her way in.”
“Better than Andrew askin’.” At the sound of paper crumpling, Spike settled back down to get some shut eye.
Fandom: Buffy S7
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: J-O-S-S does not spell “shinodabear”
Xander was a bit angry. Scratch that. Xander was angry. His cheeks were red, his body held taut, and his hands were crushing the piece of paper that had turned into the Summers’ residence grocery list. His breathing was slightly elevated as well. Spike had yet to glance at his eyes. He’d imagine, though, that they were a bit hot (and not in the “bloody hell take me now, you hot hunk of a vampire” way, either.)
“Can I help you, pet?” Spike purred as innocently as possible. It must have been something bad for Xander to wake him in the middle of the afternoon.
“What’s this?!” The grocery list found its way merely an inch from the vampire’s face. He would’ve pointed out that he could read it just fine from a longer distance, but Xander didn’t look like he was in the mood for games.
“Looks like that list we keep on the fridge for whatever poor sod gets roped into food shopping.”
Xander snatched it back as quickly as he had thrust it in Spike’s face. “And what did you write on it?”
“Blood.”
“And?”
“Weetabix.”
Xander growled and pointed to the last item written on the list. "Read that."
“ 'Xander. Remember to get lotion for the carpet burn on your pert little bottom. Next time, I'll try and keep us on the couch.' Did I write something wrong?”
“Yes!” Xander’s arms jumped up to the sky. “This isn’t an private note between just us, Spike. It’s a communal list. Meaning everyone sees it!”
Spike shrugged, not quite seeing how this would warrant a temper tantrum. Xander rolled his eyes. “Listen, Spike. I know you don’t really care, nor do you have any sort of personal inhibitions whatsoever, soul or not. Maybe, next time, you’d stop and think about what I might care about.”
“So you don’t want anyone to know about us?”
“We live with over twenty teenaged girls, Spike. They know. I’d just like to be comforted with the slight lie to myself that they don’t know. Thank you.” Xander turned to leave, and Spike smiled to himself.
“I take it Anya wanted in?”
Xadner stopped and turned. “At first she said she’d like to watch, but I figured she’d eventually worm her way in.”
“Better than Andrew askin’.” At the sound of paper crumpling, Spike settled back down to get some shut eye.
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Yay! This is awesome! More Spander from you - and funny! *g* Really enjoyed it.
“Better than Andrew askin’.” *snerk* God, yes. That's going to fuel Andrew's fantasies for weeks. ;)
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Glad you enjoyed it, hon.
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That's our Spike - still evil. *g*
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Love it!! Of COURSE Anya wanted to watch! Who wouldn't?!
Fantastic!!
*Laughs again*
*Hugs you*
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