Just a drabble.
This is a crosspost from the sunnyd_survivor "No Stress Challenge".
A baby ficlet, completely PG, but set in the Watcherverse.
It had been hot and sweaty work, often interrupted, but he was down to the final steps. Once the drywall and plastering were done he could turn the job over to the painters.
Xander took a step back, turning the lamp towards the area he had been working on and checking for obvious flaws. It looked pretty decent considering the lighting was kind of sketchy - the fixtures not due to be installed until after the painting of course.
He glanced at his watch. ‘Llyria would be bringing his lunch soon… unless she got waylaid by one of the Watchers for something. If she did, that task would fall to Andrew.
Xander tugged off his white beater, turned it inside out and mopped the sweat off his face…. And was suddenly accosted with a round of giggles.
“Oh, great… my loving fans…” he muttered under his breath.
At first it had been kind of flattering to have the young Slayers watch him work… then less so… then, actually kind of annoying, as they kept coming up with excuses to interrupt him. He had been brought more water and brownies and lemonade than any one man could ever possibly drink or eat. He’d finally had to make a rule that they could watch from the doorway… but not actually enter the room. That was also why none of the girls could bring him his lunch. Such fun - working in a building full of teenage girls.
It was at times like these that he wished he had taken up chewing tobacco or some other vile habit that would put them off.
“I have brought your mid-day sustenance…” Illyria’s very correct pronunciation always made him smile.
“Thanks, ‘Llyria,” he moved a couple of saw horses and then a small sheet of plywood to serve as a makeshift table. There was more giggling and shushing from the hallway.
“Those girls are watching you,” Illyria frowned. “Their heart rates are elevated and they are giving off pheromones.”
Xander chuckled and opened his lunch bag, peering inside, “I know… but I seem to be the only show in town at the moment. They’re just bored.”
“They covet you.” It was a statement, not a question.
Xander shrugged, “They also covet Johhny Depp and Orlando Bloom… I’m just closer.”
Illyria’s head cocked to one side, the way it did when she was puzzling something out.
“I do not wish them to look at you,” And she moved to slam the door shut.
Xander walked over behind her, intending to reopen the door, “It’s too hot in here to work with no cross-ventilation.”
“I do not wish them to look at you,” She repeated… and then pushed Xander right up against his freshly plastered wall. “I do not wish anyone to look at you like that, but me.”
“’Llyria! What--- !” Xander’s words were cut off as her lips covered his, searching and demanding a response that he, very quickly, gave her.
Ten minutes later, both of them covered with plaster bits, lips swollen, breath coming out in rough pants, she looked up at him again, “I do not… wish them…to look at you.”
“Yeah… right… looking… bad…” Xander managed to get out.
With that, Illyria released him…. Letting him slide slowly down the wall that he would now, definitely, have to re-plaster. She left immediately, closing the door behind her.
“Wow….” Xander looked at the door with a puzzled expression. “I guess I’d better buy a fan….”
A baby ficlet, completely PG, but set in the Watcherverse.
It had been hot and sweaty work, often interrupted, but he was down to the final steps. Once the drywall and plastering were done he could turn the job over to the painters.
Xander took a step back, turning the lamp towards the area he had been working on and checking for obvious flaws. It looked pretty decent considering the lighting was kind of sketchy - the fixtures not due to be installed until after the painting of course.
He glanced at his watch. ‘Llyria would be bringing his lunch soon… unless she got waylaid by one of the Watchers for something. If she did, that task would fall to Andrew.
Xander tugged off his white beater, turned it inside out and mopped the sweat off his face…. And was suddenly accosted with a round of giggles.
“Oh, great… my loving fans…” he muttered under his breath.
At first it had been kind of flattering to have the young Slayers watch him work… then less so… then, actually kind of annoying, as they kept coming up with excuses to interrupt him. He had been brought more water and brownies and lemonade than any one man could ever possibly drink or eat. He’d finally had to make a rule that they could watch from the doorway… but not actually enter the room. That was also why none of the girls could bring him his lunch. Such fun - working in a building full of teenage girls.
It was at times like these that he wished he had taken up chewing tobacco or some other vile habit that would put them off.
“I have brought your mid-day sustenance…” Illyria’s very correct pronunciation always made him smile.
“Thanks, ‘Llyria,” he moved a couple of saw horses and then a small sheet of plywood to serve as a makeshift table. There was more giggling and shushing from the hallway.
“Those girls are watching you,” Illyria frowned. “Their heart rates are elevated and they are giving off pheromones.”
Xander chuckled and opened his lunch bag, peering inside, “I know… but I seem to be the only show in town at the moment. They’re just bored.”
“They covet you.” It was a statement, not a question.
Xander shrugged, “They also covet Johhny Depp and Orlando Bloom… I’m just closer.”
Illyria’s head cocked to one side, the way it did when she was puzzling something out.
“I do not wish them to look at you,” And she moved to slam the door shut.
Xander walked over behind her, intending to reopen the door, “It’s too hot in here to work with no cross-ventilation.”
“I do not wish them to look at you,” She repeated… and then pushed Xander right up against his freshly plastered wall. “I do not wish anyone to look at you like that, but me.”
“’Llyria! What--- !” Xander’s words were cut off as her lips covered his, searching and demanding a response that he, very quickly, gave her.
Ten minutes later, both of them covered with plaster bits, lips swollen, breath coming out in rough pants, she looked up at him again, “I do not… wish them…to look at you.”
“Yeah… right… looking… bad…” Xander managed to get out.
With that, Illyria released him…. Letting him slide slowly down the wall that he would now, definitely, have to re-plaster. She left immediately, closing the door behind her.
“Wow….” Xander looked at the door with a puzzled expression. “I guess I’d better buy a fan….”