"A Walk in the Park" - Spike/Xander, rated G, no spoilers
This is the last of the holiday fic cards, a spander schmooplet for silverjaime. I'm sorry that it's not specifically post-"Destiny," but it could be. :) Happy belated holidays!
Previous fic cards are in my memories and on my site.
Title: "A Walk in the Park" 1/1
Author: flaming muse
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Summary: Xander has plans.
Warning: slash
Note: a holiday card fic for silverjaime, who requested Spike/Xander
Disclaimers: The characters belong to Joss and various corporate Powers That Be. I make absolutely no profit from playing with them.
Distribution: Please ask.
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Slipping back into bed in the middle of the morning, Xander contemplated the Spike-sized lump next to him. He prodded it with his foot. The lump twitched and mumbled something unfriendly.
"Wake up, Spike," Xander said.
There was an even less friendly grumble from beneath the covers.
"Come on. I want to talk to you."
Spike made no reply.
"You know what?" Xander asked, trying a different tactic.
"No." Spike curled himself more tightly in the blankets. "Better luck next time."
Xander ignored him and propped himself up against the headboard.
"I think we should get married," he said.
As Xander had expected, that statement got Spike's attention. The vampire was sitting upright and climbing halfway out of the bed in an instant.
"You what?" Spike asked, gaping at him and clutching the sheet to his bare chest as though Xander had tried to assault his virtue.
"Good morning, sleepy." Smiling, Xander leaned over for a kiss, but Spike retreated further.
"You said... You said..." Spike's eyes were wide with horror.
"It's a beautiful day today."
Spike searched Xander's face for a long, tense moment before collapsing onto the mattress with a sigh.
"You don't play fair," he muttered.
"I learned from you," Xander said, turning onto his side and leaning up on his elbow.
"Like I said. So, now that I'm awake, what do you want?"
"I thought we could spend some time together today."
"It's Sunday," Spike said. "We always do."
"No, we always spend Sunday afternoons together, because you sleep through Sunday mornings."
"I sleep through every morning, Xander. Just tell me what you want."
"I thought we could have brunch and then maybe go for a walk."
Spike frowned at him, his brow creasing with concern.
"Did you fall out of bed again and hit your head? I'm a vampire, love. Sunlight-impaired."
"But it's perfect out," Xander said with a bit of a pout.
"Didn't know you liked living with a big pile of dust. Besides the ones beneath the furniture."
Xander got up and yanked open the curtains. He saw Spike flinch before the vampire registered that there was no sunlight to burn him.
"It's perfect," Xander repeated. "We're due for fog and drizzle all day. No sun at all. We should bring along a blanket just in case, but we can go out. Together. In the middle of the day."
Spike's smile spread slowly across his face.
"Didn't you say the flowers were blooming in the park?" he asked.
"I did," Xander said, offering his hand to help Spike to his feet. For once, Spike made no attempt to pull him back onto the bed.
~end~
Previous fic cards are in my memories and on my site.
Title: "A Walk in the Park" 1/1
Author: flaming muse
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Summary: Xander has plans.
Warning: slash
Note: a holiday card fic for silverjaime, who requested Spike/Xander
Disclaimers: The characters belong to Joss and various corporate Powers That Be. I make absolutely no profit from playing with them.
Distribution: Please ask.
Join my update list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fm-updates/
Feedback makes my muse shake her groove thang!
Slipping back into bed in the middle of the morning, Xander contemplated the Spike-sized lump next to him. He prodded it with his foot. The lump twitched and mumbled something unfriendly.
"Wake up, Spike," Xander said.
There was an even less friendly grumble from beneath the covers.
"Come on. I want to talk to you."
Spike made no reply.
"You know what?" Xander asked, trying a different tactic.
"No." Spike curled himself more tightly in the blankets. "Better luck next time."
Xander ignored him and propped himself up against the headboard.
"I think we should get married," he said.
As Xander had expected, that statement got Spike's attention. The vampire was sitting upright and climbing halfway out of the bed in an instant.
"You what?" Spike asked, gaping at him and clutching the sheet to his bare chest as though Xander had tried to assault his virtue.
"Good morning, sleepy." Smiling, Xander leaned over for a kiss, but Spike retreated further.
"You said... You said..." Spike's eyes were wide with horror.
"It's a beautiful day today."
Spike searched Xander's face for a long, tense moment before collapsing onto the mattress with a sigh.
"You don't play fair," he muttered.
"I learned from you," Xander said, turning onto his side and leaning up on his elbow.
"Like I said. So, now that I'm awake, what do you want?"
"I thought we could spend some time together today."
"It's Sunday," Spike said. "We always do."
"No, we always spend Sunday afternoons together, because you sleep through Sunday mornings."
"I sleep through every morning, Xander. Just tell me what you want."
"I thought we could have brunch and then maybe go for a walk."
Spike frowned at him, his brow creasing with concern.
"Did you fall out of bed again and hit your head? I'm a vampire, love. Sunlight-impaired."
"But it's perfect out," Xander said with a bit of a pout.
"Didn't know you liked living with a big pile of dust. Besides the ones beneath the furniture."
Xander got up and yanked open the curtains. He saw Spike flinch before the vampire registered that there was no sunlight to burn him.
"It's perfect," Xander repeated. "We're due for fog and drizzle all day. No sun at all. We should bring along a blanket just in case, but we can go out. Together. In the middle of the day."
Spike's smile spread slowly across his face.
"Didn't you say the flowers were blooming in the park?" he asked.
"I did," Xander said, offering his hand to help Spike to his feet. For once, Spike made no attempt to pull him back onto the bed.
~end~