Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Spike/Dru/Xander: Five Firsts
Title: Good Enough
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG
Theme: Five Firsts: First Date
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they belong to Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: Wow. I can't believe how behind I've gotten this time around. Since I'm going to be posting part three soon after this, I should be good and caught up with this after this round. Yay!
How did he get himself into these situations? Maybe he should start wearing a sign or something. Warning: Hang Out With Me, End Up With Demons. Something like that.
He should probably have Giles check him to be sure he didn’t have some sort of spell on him. Maybe one that attracted stuck in the 80s vampires and their crazy girlfriends because he’d been running into Spike and Dru a lot, usually when he was on his way home.
Which still didn’t really explain how he’d ended up in Spike’s Desoto, going on what appeared to be a date. To a steakhouse, which was probably the weirdest part about the whole thing.
Or maybe the weird part should be the fact that he had even gotten in the car. But it’d been like the first time he’d met the both of them. Dru had looked at him and he couldn’t help but get sucked in by her eyes. Not to mention Spike’s eyes.
Eyes like those should be illegal.
On the other hand, they weren’t so bad once you got to know them. Spike pretty much doted on Dru, gave her whatever she wanted, and over these last few weeks Spike asked him his opinion more and more. He didn’t think that it would ever reach the point where Spike would just cave in to what he wanted but this was just as cool.
But now he had more important things on his mind. “Medium rare? Wow, I thought you would have just decided rare was the way to go,” he said, studying Spike.
“Already ate. This is just a snack.” Spike turned towards Dru. “Bloody hell, Dru. Why are you suddenly so obsessed with chicken?”
Dru turned and with every word she said, walked her fingers a little further up Spike’s arm. “Cluck, cluck, cluck,” she sang. Laughing, she leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “I love the way it sounds, Spike. Do you think we can make the waiter cluck for us?” she asked, excitement lighting up her face.
Xander had to hide a grin in his drink. He couldn’t help but be amused by some of the stuff Dru wanted to do. Well, actually, he was amused by pretty much all of the non-killing stuff that she wanted to do. Getting a guy to cluck like a chicken was something that sounded like it would provide laughter for days at the very least.
“Maybe. Let’s wait until we get our food though, alright?”
“Hm…he’s terribly sad, Spike. Sad and pure and ripe…”
“Hey, look, there’s the food now,” Xander interrupted. Spike smirked as if he knew exactly what Xander was trying to do. Which he probably did because he wasn’t stupid.
“Relax. We’re not going to kill anyone.” Xander felt himself relax a bit. “At least, not in front of you.”
Xander fought back a groan. That was probably the best he was going to get on a first date, after all.
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG
Theme: Five Firsts: First Date
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they belong to Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: Wow. I can't believe how behind I've gotten this time around. Since I'm going to be posting part three soon after this, I should be good and caught up with this after this round. Yay!
How did he get himself into these situations? Maybe he should start wearing a sign or something. Warning: Hang Out With Me, End Up With Demons. Something like that.
He should probably have Giles check him to be sure he didn’t have some sort of spell on him. Maybe one that attracted stuck in the 80s vampires and their crazy girlfriends because he’d been running into Spike and Dru a lot, usually when he was on his way home.
Which still didn’t really explain how he’d ended up in Spike’s Desoto, going on what appeared to be a date. To a steakhouse, which was probably the weirdest part about the whole thing.
Or maybe the weird part should be the fact that he had even gotten in the car. But it’d been like the first time he’d met the both of them. Dru had looked at him and he couldn’t help but get sucked in by her eyes. Not to mention Spike’s eyes.
Eyes like those should be illegal.
On the other hand, they weren’t so bad once you got to know them. Spike pretty much doted on Dru, gave her whatever she wanted, and over these last few weeks Spike asked him his opinion more and more. He didn’t think that it would ever reach the point where Spike would just cave in to what he wanted but this was just as cool.
But now he had more important things on his mind. “Medium rare? Wow, I thought you would have just decided rare was the way to go,” he said, studying Spike.
“Already ate. This is just a snack.” Spike turned towards Dru. “Bloody hell, Dru. Why are you suddenly so obsessed with chicken?”
Dru turned and with every word she said, walked her fingers a little further up Spike’s arm. “Cluck, cluck, cluck,” she sang. Laughing, she leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “I love the way it sounds, Spike. Do you think we can make the waiter cluck for us?” she asked, excitement lighting up her face.
Xander had to hide a grin in his drink. He couldn’t help but be amused by some of the stuff Dru wanted to do. Well, actually, he was amused by pretty much all of the non-killing stuff that she wanted to do. Getting a guy to cluck like a chicken was something that sounded like it would provide laughter for days at the very least.
“Maybe. Let’s wait until we get our food though, alright?”
“Hm…he’s terribly sad, Spike. Sad and pure and ripe…”
“Hey, look, there’s the food now,” Xander interrupted. Spike smirked as if he knew exactly what Xander was trying to do. Which he probably did because he wasn’t stupid.
“Relax. We’re not going to kill anyone.” Xander felt himself relax a bit. “At least, not in front of you.”
Xander fought back a groan. That was probably the best he was going to get on a first date, after all.