Story: "Scene" - Spike/Angel
Title: Scene
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Ats
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word count: 565
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Spike and Angel watch a movie together. Established relationship.
"Hurry up, you're going to miss it!" Spike crowed, his voice carrying more than easily into the kitchen.
Angel was trying to prepare the snacks that his voracious childe had demanded, and got a little too carried away. Commercial breaks were nevr long enough when they were actually needed.
"How many times have we watched this movie?" he asked calmly, knowing that the answer was well over a dozen times. During these movie rituals, he often ended up enjoying Spike more than the film.
"This is the best part," Spike insisted. He was lying on his belly on the floor when Angel came into the room, several pillow and some blankets stuff around him like a nest to make the viewing comfortable. The movie had started again and Angel set the dish on the floor. It was full of strawberries, with liquid chocolate for dipping in the center.
"You like it because they're going to kiss?" Angel teased as he settled down next to Spike. His childe switched between admitting it and denying it every time they saw the movie. Tonight was a denial night.
"No, I like it because there's going to be blood everywhere in about two seconds."
"That won't happen until after the next commercial break," Angel pointed out. He chuckled softly when Spike told him to shut up.
Spike took a strawberry and ate it while staring at the screen. The quirky drama moved on, and Angel relished a moment of having the blonde so completely still and quiet. Other movies would get a full ongoing commentary, but Spike would not utter a word until after the kiss.
Angel watched the shirtless actor and then rest his hand on Spike's lower back, sliding up the shirt until an expanse of skin was exposed. The dish disappeared, but it's absence was barely noticed. Spike purred his approval when he felt chocolate drip onto his back, the sound mixing into the sound of rain. The two men on the screen found each other, one soaking wet from the rain. Drops of chocolate hit Spike's skin, making dark freckles.
Angel dipped the strawberry into more chocolate while the men spoke to each other. The shirtless one tried to console the other drenched man. He rubbed the strawberry across Spike's skin, drawing a looping triquetra on the pale skin. Spike shivered like the wet man on the screen.
When the touching began, Angel bent his head down and retraced the trails with his tongue, licking the area clean. The soaked man clenched the other's shoulder, and Angel nipped at Spike's skin, making his childe arch. He let Spike watch the kiss, which only lasted for a passionate second. Before the kiss was ended, Angel shut off the television. He pulled Spike down, turning him over onto the floor, and kissed him hard, the way Spike always complained the scene should go. Spike arched up underneath him, opening to the kiss, fingers digging at his back. When kiss broke, their faces stayed within inches of each other.
"Look at you; you're shaking." Angel did his best impression, running his fingers down Spike's neck to his chest. "We need to get you out of those clothes."
Spike sat up, Angel still covering him, and nuzzled their cheeks together. "I take it you're tired of the movie."
"On the contrary. It gets better every time I see it."
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Ats
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Word count: 565
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Spike and Angel watch a movie together. Established relationship.
"Hurry up, you're going to miss it!" Spike crowed, his voice carrying more than easily into the kitchen.
Angel was trying to prepare the snacks that his voracious childe had demanded, and got a little too carried away. Commercial breaks were nevr long enough when they were actually needed.
"How many times have we watched this movie?" he asked calmly, knowing that the answer was well over a dozen times. During these movie rituals, he often ended up enjoying Spike more than the film.
"This is the best part," Spike insisted. He was lying on his belly on the floor when Angel came into the room, several pillow and some blankets stuff around him like a nest to make the viewing comfortable. The movie had started again and Angel set the dish on the floor. It was full of strawberries, with liquid chocolate for dipping in the center.
"You like it because they're going to kiss?" Angel teased as he settled down next to Spike. His childe switched between admitting it and denying it every time they saw the movie. Tonight was a denial night.
"No, I like it because there's going to be blood everywhere in about two seconds."
"That won't happen until after the next commercial break," Angel pointed out. He chuckled softly when Spike told him to shut up.
Spike took a strawberry and ate it while staring at the screen. The quirky drama moved on, and Angel relished a moment of having the blonde so completely still and quiet. Other movies would get a full ongoing commentary, but Spike would not utter a word until after the kiss.
Angel watched the shirtless actor and then rest his hand on Spike's lower back, sliding up the shirt until an expanse of skin was exposed. The dish disappeared, but it's absence was barely noticed. Spike purred his approval when he felt chocolate drip onto his back, the sound mixing into the sound of rain. The two men on the screen found each other, one soaking wet from the rain. Drops of chocolate hit Spike's skin, making dark freckles.
Angel dipped the strawberry into more chocolate while the men spoke to each other. The shirtless one tried to console the other drenched man. He rubbed the strawberry across Spike's skin, drawing a looping triquetra on the pale skin. Spike shivered like the wet man on the screen.
When the touching began, Angel bent his head down and retraced the trails with his tongue, licking the area clean. The soaked man clenched the other's shoulder, and Angel nipped at Spike's skin, making his childe arch. He let Spike watch the kiss, which only lasted for a passionate second. Before the kiss was ended, Angel shut off the television. He pulled Spike down, turning him over onto the floor, and kissed him hard, the way Spike always complained the scene should go. Spike arched up underneath him, opening to the kiss, fingers digging at his back. When kiss broke, their faces stayed within inches of each other.
"Look at you; you're shaking." Angel did his best impression, running his fingers down Spike's neck to his chest. "We need to get you out of those clothes."
Spike sat up, Angel still covering him, and nuzzled their cheeks together. "I take it you're tired of the movie."
"On the contrary. It gets better every time I see it."