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I'm stealing this, almost verbatim, from lily22, because this is a brilliant idea. You can see her original post here.
http://community.livejournal.com/livelongnmarry/157646.html
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Offer: A drabble of no fewer than 100 words but likely longer, to be written as soon as you request. If you're ( Read more... )
Escapism
“It’s simple mathematics, pet. You use more than I do, so you should wash them.”
“That is because I am a real person, who eats food.”
“Bully for you. Ooh, look at me, I have a working digestive system, I’m so special.”
“At least I’m alive,” muttered Xander.
“You wound me,” Spike deadpanned. “Below the belt, that was. And as you know, first one to hit below the belt does the dishes.”
Xander sighed and moved toward the sink. There was very little point in continuing an argument that he was one hundred and five percent sure he would lose eventually, anyway.
He picked up a plate, loaded the sponge with soap, and began to scrub. He could almost feel Spike lounging on the couch, smirking away, as he washed blood out of various glasses and mugs, hoping it wouldn’t stain too badly.
At least when he married Anya, she’d help out around the house a little bit.
Or, he thought in a moment of panic, maybe she wouldn’t. She’d probably sit there and smirk, just like this one. Maybe, he thought, I should stop falling for demons. Trouble trouble trouble.
“What was that?” said Spike.
Xander flinched as he realized he’s spoken aloud. He thought quickly, but the only cover he could think of was a clumsy change of subject. “How did we end up like this, anyway?”
“Like what?” said Spike, and when Xander turned around, he was flipping through a magazine. Not even paying him a smirk’s worth of attention.
Somehow, this was very disappointing.
“This,” said Xander, making an expressive gesture and flinging soap suds about in the process. “All the domestic weirdness. I’m washing your dishes.”
Spike fixed Xander with a long look. “You proposed to a girl you’re not sure you love, and the Slayer won’t have anything to do with me. So we commiserate. With blow jobs. I think you people commonly call that escapism.”
Xander blinked. “That was... literal.”
“Oh, did you want me to say something romantic?” And there was the smirk.
“You could try telling me that it’s because I’m your fuzzy little bunny wabbit,” said Xander. Then, after a moment, “That wasn’t very masculine, was it. I’ll just... finish the dishes....”
“It’s also because you give good head,” Spike offered.
Xander shot him a smirk of his own, before turning back to the sink. “You big old softie, you.”
Spike just snorted and went back to his magazine.
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