::Blows dust off LJ::
This is not that thing. It is another thing. I am, however, still working on the thing, along with several other things.
This thing was inspired by danawoods's terribly cute thing over here.
Untitled Gunn/Xander tidbit. Wouldn't even call it a ficlet. A ficlette? Set some hazy time post-The Gift.
Pushing and shoving, they almost fall flat on their faces in their mutual struggle to be the first through the doorway and into Gunn's apartment. As soon as the door swings shut behind them they're ripping off their clothes, desperate to get out of shirts and tees, jeans and boots. They lean against each other as the peel off their socks, until at last they perch naked on the abused little entry mat.
"Okay, that? Was officially the most disgusting demon-thing ever," Xander fumes, gathering up their thoroughly slimed clothing and storming off into the bathroom.
Gunn lingers on the mat, frowning at the foul-smelling puce gunk under his nails. "Why was there so much of it, is what I wanna know," he complains, bending to pick up their goo-encrusted weapons. He trundles them to the bathroom, shouldering Xander aside to get access to the sink.
Xander shoves back companionably, adds one last squirt of detergent to the lump of wet clothing, and leaves it all to stew. "Remember when we used to do this for fun?" he gestures. "Ripping the clothes off at the door purely for naked fun and why am I doing laundry here? You're naked."
Gunn looks up from the crap on his sword. He blinks, then his eyes focus on Xander as a smile steals across his face. "You're naked, too," he points out, and Xander can appreciate a guy who pays attention. He leans closer, only to be met by a firm hand on his chest. "Don't even think about it when you smell like that. Shower first."
"No sense of romance," Xander grumbles as he turns on the hot water.
This thing was inspired by danawoods's terribly cute thing over here.
Untitled Gunn/Xander tidbit. Wouldn't even call it a ficlet. A ficlette? Set some hazy time post-The Gift.
Pushing and shoving, they almost fall flat on their faces in their mutual struggle to be the first through the doorway and into Gunn's apartment. As soon as the door swings shut behind them they're ripping off their clothes, desperate to get out of shirts and tees, jeans and boots. They lean against each other as the peel off their socks, until at last they perch naked on the abused little entry mat.
"Okay, that? Was officially the most disgusting demon-thing ever," Xander fumes, gathering up their thoroughly slimed clothing and storming off into the bathroom.
Gunn lingers on the mat, frowning at the foul-smelling puce gunk under his nails. "Why was there so much of it, is what I wanna know," he complains, bending to pick up their goo-encrusted weapons. He trundles them to the bathroom, shouldering Xander aside to get access to the sink.
Xander shoves back companionably, adds one last squirt of detergent to the lump of wet clothing, and leaves it all to stew. "Remember when we used to do this for fun?" he gestures. "Ripping the clothes off at the door purely for naked fun and why am I doing laundry here? You're naked."
Gunn looks up from the crap on his sword. He blinks, then his eyes focus on Xander as a smile steals across his face. "You're naked, too," he points out, and Xander can appreciate a guy who pays attention. He leans closer, only to be met by a firm hand on his chest. "Don't even think about it when you smell like that. Shower first."
"No sense of romance," Xander grumbles as he turns on the hot water.