Story: "Early Christmas Gift" - Spike/Angel - R
Title: Early Christmas Gift
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual themes
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Angel waits to intercept Spike's letter to Santa. Sequel to "Belief in Magic." Just a sort of silly set of stories.
Angel waited until Spike fell asleep. It wasn't easy; it took a couple blowjobs and a lot of patience before he managed to exhaust his lover. Spike was stretched out fast asleep, and when he slept, he slept hard. Angel waited until he was absolutely sure that Spike was out before he had enough courage to slip a hand under Spike's pillow.
He wasn't sure if Spike had put the note under his pillow that night. He'd checked nights in a row and only recently did he even see Spike writing the note. He'd felt foolish then, but even after seeing Spike writing it, it never showed up. Sometimes he wondered if Santa Claus really did get it somehow, but then the next day he'd see Spike adding to his note, very carefully, tediously.
"What're you writing?" he'd try to ask him, but Spike was strictly secretive about it.
He didn't know where Spike hid it, and hadn't seen him put it under the pillow yet, but he wasn't sure if he ever would. All he knew was that when he reached underneath Spike's pillow, there was nothing there. Nothing at all.
Angel sighed softly and removed his hand, putting his arm around Spike instead and trying to fall asleep. All of this just to try to make Spike happy.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Angel tried to ask the next morning, but Spike was no help.
"Don't worry about it, pet," Spike answered, giving Angel a patronizing kiss. "Old Saint Nick's got it taken care of."
"He's got your letter?" Angel had questioned.
"Course not, silly, I haven't given it to him yet," Spike replied. "Don't worry, I got it sorted. He'll have it by tonight."
Spike wanted to go to bed strangely early that night. He was as well behaved as he got, and Angel now felt that it was finally the night that Spike would leave his note. It was all very planned, very innocent. Angel could hardly believe it when Spike tucked the note underneath his pillow before climbing into bed beside him.
"There," Spike said, wiggling down underneath the sheets. He usually slept in the nude, but that night he had boxers on, which was almost as absurd and cute to Angel as if Spike had come to bed in footie pajamas.
He made to examine the pattern on Spike's boxers, but was stopped by a strong, pale hand.
"Not tonight," Spike said, surprising Angel. "Santa could be here at any time."
"You're serious?"
"Just for tonight," Spike insisted. "We've got the rest of the year to fool around."
Angel agreed uneasily, because he knew it would take longer for Spike to fall asleep, and he was right. When the blonde was finally pass out beside him, he carefully slid his hand underneath the pillow and eased out the note.
There was enough dim light in the room to read the note when he unfolded it. It only took a moment for his eyes to adjust after opening the paper.
What I want for Christmas:
Nice bottle of Jack Daniels
Call of Duty for Play Station
A pony
Knitting kit
Dancing shoes
A new dress
Angel, in case you haven't figured it out by now, stop reading this and shag me already.
Love, Spike
Angel stared at the note for a second, then crumpled it and tossed it aside and hit Spike for tricking him, and to wake him up.
"Ow! Bloody hell, what do you want?" Spike asked, irritated and unable to find Angel until he realized that Angel had slipped down the bed, his fingers hooking onto Spike's boxers.
Angel smirked. "Giving you an early Christmas gift."
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual themes
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Angel waits to intercept Spike's letter to Santa. Sequel to "Belief in Magic." Just a sort of silly set of stories.
Angel waited until Spike fell asleep. It wasn't easy; it took a couple blowjobs and a lot of patience before he managed to exhaust his lover. Spike was stretched out fast asleep, and when he slept, he slept hard. Angel waited until he was absolutely sure that Spike was out before he had enough courage to slip a hand under Spike's pillow.
He wasn't sure if Spike had put the note under his pillow that night. He'd checked nights in a row and only recently did he even see Spike writing the note. He'd felt foolish then, but even after seeing Spike writing it, it never showed up. Sometimes he wondered if Santa Claus really did get it somehow, but then the next day he'd see Spike adding to his note, very carefully, tediously.
"What're you writing?" he'd try to ask him, but Spike was strictly secretive about it.
He didn't know where Spike hid it, and hadn't seen him put it under the pillow yet, but he wasn't sure if he ever would. All he knew was that when he reached underneath Spike's pillow, there was nothing there. Nothing at all.
Angel sighed softly and removed his hand, putting his arm around Spike instead and trying to fall asleep. All of this just to try to make Spike happy.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Angel tried to ask the next morning, but Spike was no help.
"Don't worry about it, pet," Spike answered, giving Angel a patronizing kiss. "Old Saint Nick's got it taken care of."
"He's got your letter?" Angel had questioned.
"Course not, silly, I haven't given it to him yet," Spike replied. "Don't worry, I got it sorted. He'll have it by tonight."
Spike wanted to go to bed strangely early that night. He was as well behaved as he got, and Angel now felt that it was finally the night that Spike would leave his note. It was all very planned, very innocent. Angel could hardly believe it when Spike tucked the note underneath his pillow before climbing into bed beside him.
"There," Spike said, wiggling down underneath the sheets. He usually slept in the nude, but that night he had boxers on, which was almost as absurd and cute to Angel as if Spike had come to bed in footie pajamas.
He made to examine the pattern on Spike's boxers, but was stopped by a strong, pale hand.
"Not tonight," Spike said, surprising Angel. "Santa could be here at any time."
"You're serious?"
"Just for tonight," Spike insisted. "We've got the rest of the year to fool around."
Angel agreed uneasily, because he knew it would take longer for Spike to fall asleep, and he was right. When the blonde was finally pass out beside him, he carefully slid his hand underneath the pillow and eased out the note.
There was enough dim light in the room to read the note when he unfolded it. It only took a moment for his eyes to adjust after opening the paper.
What I want for Christmas:
Nice bottle of Jack Daniels
Call of Duty for Play Station
A pony
Knitting kit
Dancing shoes
A new dress
Angel, in case you haven't figured it out by now, stop reading this and shag me already.
Love, Spike
Angel stared at the note for a second, then crumpled it and tossed it aside and hit Spike for tricking him, and to wake him up.
"Ow! Bloody hell, what do you want?" Spike asked, irritated and unable to find Angel until he realized that Angel had slipped down the bed, his fingers hooking onto Spike's boxers.
Angel smirked. "Giving you an early Christmas gift."