The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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"Kinda. Became a higher being. Got bored. Came back. You know, you'd think being tapped in to all that power and knowledge would be fulfilling or at least give you a buzz from the nonstop gossip, but it all starts to blur together after a couple hours. I thought being elevated to a higher plane for round two would be different without the crazy bodysnatching badness, but no. Just not my thing. Give me a foot rub"--Cordy bumps her shoulder against Angel's--"a glass of wine and a horde of demons to smack around and I'm a happy camper. Not that I camp. I lounge. On the beach." Her gaze shifts to Angel and she quickly adds, "At night."
"Right. Moonlit beach time. Nothing better," Buffy says, grinning. Then she sighs and leans forward. She considers reaching for Cordy's hand but rejects the idea. Not their style. "But still, sorry about the whole dying thing."
Cordy nods and takes a sip of her margarita. "Yeah, that sucked."
Eyes wide, Buffy nods. "Seriously."
"Ow! Spike!" Angel growls and lunges across the table to grab Spike by the collar.
"Hands off, grandpa!" Spike snarls, jerking back to dodge Angel's hands and nearly toppling his chair.
Buffy bangs her fist on the table and hisses, "If you two don't cut out the childish antics, I'm gonna--"
"Hey! Back off, bossy britches! You're not gonna do anything to my boyfriend, got it?" Cordy waits for Buffy to sit back in her chair before she turns to Angel. "If you don't cut out the childish antics, I'm gonna introduce you to a whole new level of atonement. You got me?"
"He keeps throwing dinner rolls at me," Angel grumbles, slouching into his chair.
Spike scoffs. "Oh please. Does that sound like something I'd do?"
"Yes," Buffy and Cordy answer, turning to glare at him.
"Well yeah, okay, but I was just testing his reflexes. Gotta keep him sharp in case there's evil afoot at the Olive Garden."
"You saw the neverending pasta bowl's back, right?" Buffy teases.
"God, keep the carbs away from me." Cordy tosses her hair over her shoulder. "I've already got some higher being hip action to work off at the gym."
"I like your hip action," Angel adds with a half-smile that grows into a full grin when Cordy blushes.
Spike leers. "Who doesn't?"
"Honey, sitting right here," Buffy snaps. "You do realize I'm sitting right here?"
"Hark, my lady calls!" Spike singsongs, catching Buffy's hand and pressing kisses up and down her arm.
"Idiot," Buffy says fondly, twining her fingers with his and setting their joined hands on the table.
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