Mark Watches

[quinara]

FFS, I told myself last night that I wasn't allowed to think about this, but... I can't believe it's been ten years - ten years - and people are still demonising and threatening people who dare:

1. Read Smashed in a way that Buffy is not a victim

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[bogwitch]

Heaving her gravid body up the cabbage leaf, Buffy groaned with the effort. She could feel she was ready. More than ready, she couldn't wait for her pregnancy to end. Perhaps it was the inter-species mating, but her abdomen bulged much more than it should with her eggs. She hoped her mixed species babies would like cabbage, cabbage was good for them, but Spike hadn't seemed impressed. He'd made her stay up well past her bedtime yet had been more interested in the false sun that had turned the darkness to a sickly orange. Orange was not a good look for her delicate wings.

Finally in a safe position on the leaf she liked, she set to work, laying row upon row of tiny spheres. It was exhausting work, even with her special super-strength, but soon she had over a hundred beautiful eggs glistening in the dew. She took a moment to clean her proboscis before taking wing again.

It didn't take long for a whiff of familiar pheromone to catch the morning thermals. Spike was curled up on a wall. Asleep.

"Spike!" she called. "Spike! Wake up!"

Spike stirred an antennae, but didn't wake.

Annoyed at his laziness, she tickled him with a blade of grass. "Spike!"

Spike flicked his wings and dropped to the ground. "What? Someone should teach you how to use grass in foreplay, luv."

Unimpressed, she fluttered, "What's wrong with you? Do you sleep through anything?"

"I'm a bit knackered. Had a long night. I never did catch that light..."

"I've laid my eggs!" she interrupted, her news was way more important than that damn street light. "You're a father! There'll be caterpillars soon."

"Oh good," He stretched, bouncing along the ground as if his wings no longer worked. "Just don't feed them cabbage. That stuff always made me fart."

[quinara]

*collapses into giggles* I can just imagine Spike's little mothy face as he tries to take down that streetlight...

[bogwitch]

I was going to hit him with a newspaper, so he got off lightly.

[quinara]

I think Buffy would have had your head for that one. (Or your cabbages.)

[bogwitch]

She's welcome to them.

[missus_grace]

oh God...

The image of Spike trying fruitlessly to capture the streetlight all night long is too much. Win!

[bogwitch]

He doesn't give up easily...

[rebcake]

Tee! Wonderful. Nighttime jouster Spike and hard-working butterfly Buffy are delightful!

[bogwitch]

Ah, Spike, forever tilting at windmills street lights.

[slaymesoftly]

ROFL - love it!

[bogwitch]

:)

[thenewbuzwuzz]

I LOVE THIS

"She hoped her mixed species babies would like cabbage" :D

"Someone should teach you how to use grass in foreplay, luv." Pure gold