Most Important Meal of the Day
Title: Most Important Meal of the Day
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Xander/Anya
Wordcount: 200
Rating: G
Notes: Written for Round 2/Challenge 5 at joss_las. Challenge was to write 100-500 words based around this picture.
Disclaimer: His penis got diseases from a Chumash tribe... but Xander isn't mine. Neither is Anya.
Xander’s favorite meal of the day was breakfast. Even before Anya it was the one meal that he prided himself on being able to fix. Of course in the basement his options were pretty limited, but after he moved into the apartment, and especially after Anya moved in, breakfast was always his sit down meal of the day.
Work and fighting the forces of darkness usually cut into lunch and dinner, but breakfast was his time. Their time.
Omelets, waffles, pancakes, crepes, oatmeal, bacon, sausage, eggs, French toast; if it was a breakfast food, Xander could make it. He would put the plates down and Anya would smile sweetly at him. Sometimes when he was feeling romantic, or wanted to make up for being an idiot (which really was more likely the case,) he would bring her breakfast in bed. They would eat and laugh and sometimes there would be make-up sex and sometimes they were just happy to be with each other.
For weeks after the wedding that wasn’t Xander was still making breakfast for two. It took time before he was able to go back to cooking for just one.
After the final battle, Xander stopped eating breakfast.
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Xander/Anya
Wordcount: 200
Rating: G
Notes: Written for Round 2/Challenge 5 at joss_las. Challenge was to write 100-500 words based around this picture.
Disclaimer: His penis got diseases from a Chumash tribe... but Xander isn't mine. Neither is Anya.
Xander’s favorite meal of the day was breakfast. Even before Anya it was the one meal that he prided himself on being able to fix. Of course in the basement his options were pretty limited, but after he moved into the apartment, and especially after Anya moved in, breakfast was always his sit down meal of the day.
Work and fighting the forces of darkness usually cut into lunch and dinner, but breakfast was his time. Their time.
Omelets, waffles, pancakes, crepes, oatmeal, bacon, sausage, eggs, French toast; if it was a breakfast food, Xander could make it. He would put the plates down and Anya would smile sweetly at him. Sometimes when he was feeling romantic, or wanted to make up for being an idiot (which really was more likely the case,) he would bring her breakfast in bed. They would eat and laugh and sometimes there would be make-up sex and sometimes they were just happy to be with each other.
For weeks after the wedding that wasn’t Xander was still making breakfast for two. It took time before he was able to go back to cooking for just one.
After the final battle, Xander stopped eating breakfast.