Thanksgiving

[knifeedgefic]

My ritual sacrifice (with pie) went very well, and I return home with full intentions of writing until my fingers fall off this week (as well as doing a few other minor work related projects before the holidays and putting up the Christmas decorations). However, somehow, without warning I find that I've been nominated at the SunnyD Awards in

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[sarahblack]

Suspicious.

[knifeedgefic]

What the hell was he doing? He was William the goddamn Bloody, for chrissakes. He was not the Slayer’s lapdog, not her caretaker, not her sodding houseboy. They weren’t friends. He hated the bitch. So what the hell was he doing emptying her fucking dishwasher and preparing to make her a mug of cocoa? His hand tightened so hard on the mug that it cracked.

“Spike?” Her voice floated out of the living room, suspicious and wary. “What are you doing?”

“Making you hot chocolate, you bloody wench,” he growled back. She was quiet for a full thirty seconds.

“Can you put in two packets so it’s extra chocolatey?” she asked.

Spike swore, first in English, then in German for good measure. “Yeah,” he said, and tossed the pieces of mug into the rubbish bin.

[sarahblack]

Awwwwww! *hugs Spike until his ribs crack*

[knifeedgefic]

This scene is particularly trying for him. He's in a horrible mood, and Buffy has been a major bitch through most of the chapter. I kind of want to hug him, too... only, at this point, he'd probably eat me.

[sarahblack]

Being eaten is always a risk when hugging Spike. :P