Fic: Mock the Silly Words, G/X for Lostgirls' LJ Anniversary.
Possibly not one of by best efforts, since it kept having to be firmly reigned in from a full blown arguement, but here 'tis. My first venture for this pairing, all for you, LG!
Title: Silly Words
Pairing: G/X
Rating: For Most Audiences/Teen
Spoilers: Post "Chosen"
Synopsis: Giles is trying to get some work done and Xander's being distracting. Even if he's several rooms away.
Teaser: "So don't you go projecting any smelly lugubrious airs on me. I get that this has to be done right away. I can get behind that idea. I don't get behind the 'run along little boy' tone you had."
"Oh bugger. I'm so sorry, Xander."
"Yeah, don't come over all 'Rule Britannia' on me, mister. 'Cause you know I can set your books on fire with just a couple of words."
Rupert Giles clutched two handfuls of his own hair and briefly considered tearing it out. Instead, he stomped past the kitchen to the garage and flung open the door. "How on earth am I supposed to get any work done? Would you please keep it down?"
His lover turned to him with an astonished expression, then regarded the cup and brush in his hand. "I'm gluing too loud?"
Giles wasn't quite ready to let go of his snit, logic bedammed. "I can hear you clattering about and puttering and sighing."
"You can hear me clattering and sighing two rooms and a shut door away?"
"Yes! Well, no. Maybe a bit. It's more that there's this lugubrious air rolling under the door. It's quite distracting!"
"Oh! Um, maybe that's the glue? It is kinda strong."
Giles rolled his eyes, repressing the small smile that was tugging at the corner of his mouth. Severity, he was trying for severity. "You know very well what I mean, Xander."
"Well, I dunno." Xander faced Giles and leaned back casually against his workbench "It sounds like either the glue or something I should take an antacid for." He raised a perfectly sarcastic eyebrow and waited for Giles' small smile.
"Or maybe, just maybe, you might be feeling bad about breaking our date."
"That's entirely possible," Giles agreed, chastened.
"So don't you go projecting any smelly lugubrious airs on me. I get that this has to be done right away. I can get behind that idea. I don't get behind the 'run along little boy' tone you had."
"Oh bugger. I'm so sorry, Xander."
"Yeah, don't come over all 'Rule Britannia' on me, mister. 'Cause you know I can set your books on fire with just a couple of words."
"Oh good lord, no, how could I forget?"
"And even worse, I know how to jam that secret panel in your office. You'll never escape your secretary again."
Giles put his hand to his chest in melodramatic horror. "You wouldn't!"
Xander raised his eyebrows. "I don't need no fancy classes to gain a tactical advantage."
"No, no you don't." Giles polished his glasses, heralding another plummet in mood.
"And the lugubrious baton is passed to Mr. Free-floating Guilt." Xander crossed the room and pulled the glasses out of his lover's hand. "What's got you so wound up?"
"It's -it's this prophesy…I…" Giles blinked several times, trying to avoid Xander's perceptive gaze.
"It's spooking the crap out of you." Xander cupped the side of the older man's face, his thumb stroking across the cheekbone.
"Yes. It appeared in a previously blank page of the Codex - apparently after Willow cast her spell. I'm an utter idiot for not noticing sooner."
"I thought the Codex was destroyed when Sunnydale collapsed and the Council went kablooey."
"I had a copy in my flat, which I left behind when it had nothing about Buffy in it last spring. Um, I may have pinched it from the Council. "
Xander smirked. "You dog."
Giles couldn't help but smile back, "Yes, well, but the fact remains…."
"That you need to relax a little because you're wound tighter than your guitar strings." Xander wormed his way into Giles' arms and began nuzzling his neck. "I can help you with that."
"Mmm, what did you have in mind?" Giles' gasped as Xander rubbed against him. "Really...should...work..."
"Well, if this doesn't work, "Xander murmured, biting down his lover's throat, "I'm going to make you sniff some of my more lugubrious glues."
"Not going to let go of that, are you?"
"Nope. Live to mock the silly words."
"I - oh - I shall have to…. do my best then. To relax."
"Damn straight."
Title: Silly Words
Pairing: G/X
Rating: For Most Audiences/Teen
Spoilers: Post "Chosen"
Synopsis: Giles is trying to get some work done and Xander's being distracting. Even if he's several rooms away.
Teaser: "So don't you go projecting any smelly lugubrious airs on me. I get that this has to be done right away. I can get behind that idea. I don't get behind the 'run along little boy' tone you had."
"Oh bugger. I'm so sorry, Xander."
"Yeah, don't come over all 'Rule Britannia' on me, mister. 'Cause you know I can set your books on fire with just a couple of words."
Rupert Giles clutched two handfuls of his own hair and briefly considered tearing it out. Instead, he stomped past the kitchen to the garage and flung open the door. "How on earth am I supposed to get any work done? Would you please keep it down?"
His lover turned to him with an astonished expression, then regarded the cup and brush in his hand. "I'm gluing too loud?"
Giles wasn't quite ready to let go of his snit, logic bedammed. "I can hear you clattering about and puttering and sighing."
"You can hear me clattering and sighing two rooms and a shut door away?"
"Yes! Well, no. Maybe a bit. It's more that there's this lugubrious air rolling under the door. It's quite distracting!"
"Oh! Um, maybe that's the glue? It is kinda strong."
Giles rolled his eyes, repressing the small smile that was tugging at the corner of his mouth. Severity, he was trying for severity. "You know very well what I mean, Xander."
"Well, I dunno." Xander faced Giles and leaned back casually against his workbench "It sounds like either the glue or something I should take an antacid for." He raised a perfectly sarcastic eyebrow and waited for Giles' small smile.
"Or maybe, just maybe, you might be feeling bad about breaking our date."
"That's entirely possible," Giles agreed, chastened.
"So don't you go projecting any smelly lugubrious airs on me. I get that this has to be done right away. I can get behind that idea. I don't get behind the 'run along little boy' tone you had."
"Oh bugger. I'm so sorry, Xander."
"Yeah, don't come over all 'Rule Britannia' on me, mister. 'Cause you know I can set your books on fire with just a couple of words."
"Oh good lord, no, how could I forget?"
"And even worse, I know how to jam that secret panel in your office. You'll never escape your secretary again."
Giles put his hand to his chest in melodramatic horror. "You wouldn't!"
Xander raised his eyebrows. "I don't need no fancy classes to gain a tactical advantage."
"No, no you don't." Giles polished his glasses, heralding another plummet in mood.
"And the lugubrious baton is passed to Mr. Free-floating Guilt." Xander crossed the room and pulled the glasses out of his lover's hand. "What's got you so wound up?"
"It's -it's this prophesy…I…" Giles blinked several times, trying to avoid Xander's perceptive gaze.
"It's spooking the crap out of you." Xander cupped the side of the older man's face, his thumb stroking across the cheekbone.
"Yes. It appeared in a previously blank page of the Codex - apparently after Willow cast her spell. I'm an utter idiot for not noticing sooner."
"I thought the Codex was destroyed when Sunnydale collapsed and the Council went kablooey."
"I had a copy in my flat, which I left behind when it had nothing about Buffy in it last spring. Um, I may have pinched it from the Council. "
Xander smirked. "You dog."
Giles couldn't help but smile back, "Yes, well, but the fact remains…."
"That you need to relax a little because you're wound tighter than your guitar strings." Xander wormed his way into Giles' arms and began nuzzling his neck. "I can help you with that."
"Mmm, what did you have in mind?" Giles' gasped as Xander rubbed against him. "Really...should...work..."
"Well, if this doesn't work, "Xander murmured, biting down his lover's throat, "I'm going to make you sniff some of my more lugubrious glues."
"Not going to let go of that, are you?"
"Nope. Live to mock the silly words."
"I - oh - I shall have to…. do my best then. To relax."
"Damn straight."