Ficlet: "Love Over Gold" Michael/Giles, PG (Gold Blend Crossover)
Written for patintexas who requested Giles, coffee, and slash. Managed it all, I think!
And yeah *grin* This is a pretty obvious cross-over. For anyone who hasn’t seen the Gold Blend coffee commercials, you really should! Anyway, I have to admit, I borrowed a LOT of dialogue from that!
It had all begun when Buffy and Dawn had coming up from Italy to visit. He’d bought supplies at the grocer’s but had forgotten a certain item they both considered essential, until that night at dinner they’d pointed it out to him. When Andrew chimed in his agreement, Giles knew he’d have to give in.
Hesitantly, he’d knocked on the door to the apartment across from his, made all the more shy by the fact that he’d seen his new neighbor around once or twice but had never properly introduced himself.
“Hello. I’m sorry to bother you…but I’m having a dinner party and…I’ve run out of coffee.”
The other man laughed almost incredulously at the request, raising handsome eyebrows, but smiled and waved Giles through the threshold. “Come in.”
Privately, Giles winced, thinking that if he ever thought of a proper way to bring up the subject, he would warn the man against using those words in the future. Outwardly, though, he thanked the man, awkwardly doing as he was told and introducing himself as Rupert Giles, the new tenant across the way.
“Michael Prescott,” the man returned, offering his hand for a brief shake before he went to rummage in his cupboard. “It’s no bother, I assure you.”
When he found what he was looking for, Micheal held up the jar of instant coffee. “Will Gold Blend be too good for your guests?”
Giles snorted and smiled. “Very likely.”
“Ah well, I’m afraid I only keep the very best.”
“It will have to do, then.” Giles turned slightly more serious, and stood at the door, ready to let himself out. “If I can ever return the favor, do let me know? In the meantime, thank you…Michael.”
***
The next day after his guests had left, he’d returned with a full jar of Gold Blend.
“You saved my life the other night,” he told Michael honestly when the other man opened the door. And it was quite true. Who knew what a cranky slayer would have done to him if he hadn't been able to produce her favorite source of caffeine?
“The dinner party?” Michael asked, green eyes twinkling. Giles’ couldn’t help but notice a small hazel patch in the left that took his breath away. He’d never seen another man with a birthmark quite like his.
Still he recovered quickly. “No, the coffee. Very successful.”
“How can you ever thank me?” Michael asked playfully.
Giles wondered if he was hearing the innuendo he imagined he was. Taking a chance, he said, “I’ll think of something.”
***
Something ended up being lunch the following day. He’d told Michael the time and place, but when the other man didn’t show up, he found that he kept glancing nervously at the door of the diner, wondering if he’d been wrong.
“Are you always this late?” he asked when Michael showed and slid into his chair.
“I won’t be tomorrow,” Michael said offhand as he reached to pick up the coffee the waitress had already poured for him.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” Giles asked.
“I’m inviting you for dinner.”
Giles shivered and thrilled inwardly. It did indeed appear that Michael seemed to be as interested in him as he found that he was in Michael. Carefully he laid his hand down on the table facing upward and waited until he felt Michael’s finger drawing a line lightly across his palm.
They looked at one another and smiled.
***
The next day they had dinner, and the morning after, Michael woke to the smell of frying eggs in his apartment, and an empty spot beside him in the bed. Wandering into the kitchen, he found Giles wearing his apron and nothing else.
“Ah, you’re up. I’ve made coffee as well,” Giles commented, waving to where a steaming cup was waiting.
“Gold Blend?” Michael asked, smirking at his new lover’s initiative.
“But of course!”
And yeah *grin* This is a pretty obvious cross-over. For anyone who hasn’t seen the Gold Blend coffee commercials, you really should! Anyway, I have to admit, I borrowed a LOT of dialogue from that!
It had all begun when Buffy and Dawn had coming up from Italy to visit. He’d bought supplies at the grocer’s but had forgotten a certain item they both considered essential, until that night at dinner they’d pointed it out to him. When Andrew chimed in his agreement, Giles knew he’d have to give in.
Hesitantly, he’d knocked on the door to the apartment across from his, made all the more shy by the fact that he’d seen his new neighbor around once or twice but had never properly introduced himself.
“Hello. I’m sorry to bother you…but I’m having a dinner party and…I’ve run out of coffee.”
The other man laughed almost incredulously at the request, raising handsome eyebrows, but smiled and waved Giles through the threshold. “Come in.”
Privately, Giles winced, thinking that if he ever thought of a proper way to bring up the subject, he would warn the man against using those words in the future. Outwardly, though, he thanked the man, awkwardly doing as he was told and introducing himself as Rupert Giles, the new tenant across the way.
“Michael Prescott,” the man returned, offering his hand for a brief shake before he went to rummage in his cupboard. “It’s no bother, I assure you.”
When he found what he was looking for, Micheal held up the jar of instant coffee. “Will Gold Blend be too good for your guests?”
Giles snorted and smiled. “Very likely.”
“Ah well, I’m afraid I only keep the very best.”
“It will have to do, then.” Giles turned slightly more serious, and stood at the door, ready to let himself out. “If I can ever return the favor, do let me know? In the meantime, thank you…Michael.”
***
The next day after his guests had left, he’d returned with a full jar of Gold Blend.
“You saved my life the other night,” he told Michael honestly when the other man opened the door. And it was quite true. Who knew what a cranky slayer would have done to him if he hadn't been able to produce her favorite source of caffeine?
“The dinner party?” Michael asked, green eyes twinkling. Giles’ couldn’t help but notice a small hazel patch in the left that took his breath away. He’d never seen another man with a birthmark quite like his.
Still he recovered quickly. “No, the coffee. Very successful.”
“How can you ever thank me?” Michael asked playfully.
Giles wondered if he was hearing the innuendo he imagined he was. Taking a chance, he said, “I’ll think of something.”
***
Something ended up being lunch the following day. He’d told Michael the time and place, but when the other man didn’t show up, he found that he kept glancing nervously at the door of the diner, wondering if he’d been wrong.
“Are you always this late?” he asked when Michael showed and slid into his chair.
“I won’t be tomorrow,” Michael said offhand as he reached to pick up the coffee the waitress had already poured for him.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” Giles asked.
“I’m inviting you for dinner.”
Giles shivered and thrilled inwardly. It did indeed appear that Michael seemed to be as interested in him as he found that he was in Michael. Carefully he laid his hand down on the table facing upward and waited until he felt Michael’s finger drawing a line lightly across his palm.
They looked at one another and smiled.
***
The next day they had dinner, and the morning after, Michael woke to the smell of frying eggs in his apartment, and an empty spot beside him in the bed. Wandering into the kitchen, he found Giles wearing his apron and nothing else.
“Ah, you’re up. I’ve made coffee as well,” Giles commented, waving to where a steaming cup was waiting.
“Gold Blend?” Michael asked, smirking at his new lover’s initiative.
“But of course!”