Fine Tuned: Breakfast
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Breakfast
Rating for this part: R
Author's Note: This piece written by RSK.
“Baba?”
Spike woke with a start, jerking his head up and twisting to look at Quinn. “What, love?” He turned to look at the empty pillow beside him. “Where’s your Daddy?”
Quinn clambered onto the bed, snuggling close to Spike. “Daddy had to go out. He said that there was something that he had to do today. Can we make pancakes?”
Spike rubbed his eyes and nodded. “’Course, love. Let me get dressed, yeah? Then we’ll make some cakes.”
“’K Baba.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and disappeared out the door.
“Oi! Put some clothes on!”
Pancakes were messy. He had no idea why he always agreed to make them. He was on the floor under the table, scraping up the last sticky chunk from under Quinn’s spot when he heard to door crack open.
“Spike?” Xander’s voice sent a thrill down Spike’s spine and he smiled.
“In the kitchen, love!”
Xander appeared in the doorway, his frown transforming to a grin when he saw Spike. “Pancakes? How did she talk you into that?”
“Oh, shove off, Harris,” Spike growled, shifting back and rising gracefully to his feet, only to trip over a tiny pink shoe covered in rhinestones and feathers. Xander caught him as he fell, taking the opportunity to catch him in a deep kiss.
Later, after a shower, three glasses of water, a promise of a pony ride, and a snuggle, they sat in the relative quiet of the living room, pretending not to hear Quinn’s feet pitter-pattering above them when she was supposed to be napping.
“So where did you go, love?” Spike asked, his fingers trailing up Xander’s arm.
“I had to go pick up something.” He stood, dislodging Spike, and walked to the other side of the room, reaching behind the couch and pulling out an all too familiar case, his eyes focused not on Spike, but the floor in front of him.
“I’ve heard you singing to Quinn. It took me a while, but I figured it out.” The case opened and Spike smiled at the sight of the beautiful guitar, obviously well-kept, no sign of two years of neglect anywhere on it. Xander came and sat next to Spike. “Thank you for this,” he whispered, as his lips met Spike’s.
“Daddy! Benjamin is… Daddy!” Quinn’s shriek drew all the adults up the stairs, leaping over the gate at the top, and racing to Quinn’s bedroom.
Spike’s heart almost began to beat as he looked down at the pride in his daughter’s eyes. Quinn smiled up, not seeing Willow’s tears or Tara’s joy as Benjamin let go of Quinn’s finger and took a step toward the giant Tigger in the corner.
Xander moved in closer to Spike, letting his hand drag down the smooth skin of Spike’s hip, allowing his fingers to linger. “Spike,” he whispered, sighing as Spike rolled, kissing him deeply.
“Oh, Xan,” the words a gasp, breathed out between slow thrusts.
Clenching, shuddering, they reached completion, Xander’s breath light, quick. Spike snuggled close, pressing kisses to his jaw and throat.
“I love you.”
The End
Here There Be Dragons
Breakfast
Rating for this part: R
Author's Note: This piece written by RSK.
“Baba?”
Spike woke with a start, jerking his head up and twisting to look at Quinn. “What, love?” He turned to look at the empty pillow beside him. “Where’s your Daddy?”
Quinn clambered onto the bed, snuggling close to Spike. “Daddy had to go out. He said that there was something that he had to do today. Can we make pancakes?”
Spike rubbed his eyes and nodded. “’Course, love. Let me get dressed, yeah? Then we’ll make some cakes.”
“’K Baba.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and disappeared out the door.
“Oi! Put some clothes on!”
Pancakes were messy. He had no idea why he always agreed to make them. He was on the floor under the table, scraping up the last sticky chunk from under Quinn’s spot when he heard to door crack open.
“Spike?” Xander’s voice sent a thrill down Spike’s spine and he smiled.
“In the kitchen, love!”
Xander appeared in the doorway, his frown transforming to a grin when he saw Spike. “Pancakes? How did she talk you into that?”
“Oh, shove off, Harris,” Spike growled, shifting back and rising gracefully to his feet, only to trip over a tiny pink shoe covered in rhinestones and feathers. Xander caught him as he fell, taking the opportunity to catch him in a deep kiss.
Later, after a shower, three glasses of water, a promise of a pony ride, and a snuggle, they sat in the relative quiet of the living room, pretending not to hear Quinn’s feet pitter-pattering above them when she was supposed to be napping.
“So where did you go, love?” Spike asked, his fingers trailing up Xander’s arm.
“I had to go pick up something.” He stood, dislodging Spike, and walked to the other side of the room, reaching behind the couch and pulling out an all too familiar case, his eyes focused not on Spike, but the floor in front of him.
“I’ve heard you singing to Quinn. It took me a while, but I figured it out.” The case opened and Spike smiled at the sight of the beautiful guitar, obviously well-kept, no sign of two years of neglect anywhere on it. Xander came and sat next to Spike. “Thank you for this,” he whispered, as his lips met Spike’s.
“Daddy! Benjamin is… Daddy!” Quinn’s shriek drew all the adults up the stairs, leaping over the gate at the top, and racing to Quinn’s bedroom.
Spike’s heart almost began to beat as he looked down at the pride in his daughter’s eyes. Quinn smiled up, not seeing Willow’s tears or Tara’s joy as Benjamin let go of Quinn’s finger and took a step toward the giant Tigger in the corner.
Xander moved in closer to Spike, letting his hand drag down the smooth skin of Spike’s hip, allowing his fingers to linger. “Spike,” he whispered, sighing as Spike rolled, kissing him deeply.
“Oh, Xan,” the words a gasp, breathed out between slow thrusts.
Clenching, shuddering, they reached completion, Xander’s breath light, quick. Spike snuggled close, pressing kisses to his jaw and throat.
“I love you.”
The End
Here There Be Dragons