Ok... umm.... Continuance of "Surprises in the Night" or
"Emergency." Whatever. Joss owns all. But my soul. And he can only have
that if I'm promised a role where I get to kiss Spike. *purrrrr* Ok...
Um... I guess I'll pick up at the next day. I promise to not harm them...
Only use them for my amusement, and put them back when I'm done. This
goes out to... Hmmmm.... who? oh! ok! To my darling friend Dawn, who
thinks Spike is ugly. May your delusions soon end. Dawn really is my good
friend, and I will accept no flames on her behalf, altho, she is wrong.
haha
Tequila Sunrise
Spike sat in his crypt, his green chair molding familiarly around his body; Passions playing from the telly in front of him, and he stared at it, no curses or tortured cries from him to his favorite characters, an oddity for him. He stared blankly at the screen, a huge grin plastered across his face. Buffy kissed him... with tenderness. Hadn't jumped him, beat the snot out of him, or anything else like that. Just... kissed him... Sniffed him... he laughed.
He'd been sniffed by a Slayer. While that didn't come even CLOSE to laying one, it was pretty high up there to be told by one, by THE one, the CHOSEN one, that you smelled good. Damn. Was it a nice day out or was it just him?
He turned his attention back to the telly when he heard someone enter the crypt. As they pulled the door to the lower part up, he called out a greeting.
"If you're not Dawn or Buffy, get out b'fore I rip your kidneys out and use them for hanging dice."
"It's Dawn," she called, coming downstairs. He stood, they embraced, and both sat in the green chair.
"So..." she said, turning in his lap to face him. "Guess what?"
"You didn't tell you sister you were coming here after school, and now she's worried sick and gonna kill us both?"
She waved his concerns off. "Buffy dropped me off here." She laughed. "She got her license. I'm so proud of her. BUT GUESS WHAT!?"
A prickle of fear crept up his spine at her jubilant expression, and he mentally winced at her high-pitched sonar frequency. "What?"
"I GOT ASKED TO THE HOMECOMING!!!!!" She threw her arms around his neck, and squeezed. "He's so cute. And so nice. And sooooo smart. He's in my art class. I can't wait for you to meet him. You'll like him so much. I think I'll let him kiss me. And Buffy said we can go and get me a really pretty dress..." She sighed.
Spike stood, spilling her from his lap. "HE BETTER NOT LAY A HAND ON YOU! I'll tear off his- NEVER MIND WHAT! BUT I'LL BE SURE THAT HE EATS IT ON A BUN WITH MUSTARD!"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Really Spike. That's crude. Andrew's nice. Really really nice. And he's not a vampire, undead, or demonic in any way. And he smells nice."
'What is it with the Summer's and smell?' "Yeah, well, if he's close enough to sniff, it's too bloody close. What's this soddin' little prig look like? What's his address?"
"I already shook him down," Buffy said dryly from the crypt's entrance. "It's taken care of."
Spike nodded firmly, approving of Buffy's actions, completely missing the conspiring wink that passed between the girls.
"Did he cry?"
"Like a baby. Said he'd have Dawn home before two am, and never place his hands lower than her shoulders."
"Little wanker."
"That's right. He is. But... Whhhhhhew! Great blue eyes. Go, Dawnie. He's a hotty."
"What's so bleedin' great 'bout blue eyes?" Spike basically snarled at the girls.
Dawn cleared her throat discreetly. "You have them, Spike, for one."
"I... Oh. Yeah. That's right." He leered at Buffy. "Hotty, huh?"
"Yeah... in that... 'I-have-a-pulse' kind of way, ya know?"
"Yeah yeah.... So what did you two lovelies need that you visited ole Spikey?"
"Dawn was really excited and we're making stops so she can tell everyone."
"And so Buffy can work on her turns," Dawn whispered to Spike. A sharp knock on the back of the head from her sister ellicited a whine. "What! It's true!"
"Shut up, Dawnie. Go to the car. I'll be right up."
"Ok." She hugged Spike tightly, and felt the pendant she had given him through the material of his shirt.
When the crypt door shut, Buffy waited two heartbeats, then flung herself at Spike.
He caught her, a bit off balance, but braced his back against the wall as Buffy grinned up at him.
"Guess what?"
"What? Did Anya get a bunny? Cuz if she did-"
Buffy laughed. "I got my license... I got it."
He grinned, albeit a forced one. He remembered the abuse his old DeSoto had taken at her hand... he had waxed it, and pampered it, and washed it so many times, out of pure guilt. But she had gotten her license. And he was happy about that for a lot of reasons.
Disentangling herself to pace, she said gently, "You stayed. No one has ever stayed long enough to teach... to show me how to drive. But you did. I... Thank you." She nodded uncomfortably, and left, the crypt door slamming behind her.
Spike stood a moment in silence, then uttered softly, "You're welcome."
End Chapter One.
There is more coming.... oh so much more. Dawn's got to go shopping right? She needs a dress, and Spike needs to meet this little wanker. Guest appearances? Maaaaaaaaybeeeee..... Stay tuned and give me feedback. It is my food, water, and air. PS. I love Dawn/Spike interaction. NO SHIPP-EE-ness. No. Only B/S. haha anyway... The snow is getting to me... ugh... I dream of California.
Tequila Sunrise
Spike sat in his crypt, his green chair molding familiarly around his body; Passions playing from the telly in front of him, and he stared at it, no curses or tortured cries from him to his favorite characters, an oddity for him. He stared blankly at the screen, a huge grin plastered across his face. Buffy kissed him... with tenderness. Hadn't jumped him, beat the snot out of him, or anything else like that. Just... kissed him... Sniffed him... he laughed.
He'd been sniffed by a Slayer. While that didn't come even CLOSE to laying one, it was pretty high up there to be told by one, by THE one, the CHOSEN one, that you smelled good. Damn. Was it a nice day out or was it just him?
He turned his attention back to the telly when he heard someone enter the crypt. As they pulled the door to the lower part up, he called out a greeting.
"If you're not Dawn or Buffy, get out b'fore I rip your kidneys out and use them for hanging dice."
"It's Dawn," she called, coming downstairs. He stood, they embraced, and both sat in the green chair.
"So..." she said, turning in his lap to face him. "Guess what?"
"You didn't tell you sister you were coming here after school, and now she's worried sick and gonna kill us both?"
She waved his concerns off. "Buffy dropped me off here." She laughed. "She got her license. I'm so proud of her. BUT GUESS WHAT!?"
A prickle of fear crept up his spine at her jubilant expression, and he mentally winced at her high-pitched sonar frequency. "What?"
"I GOT ASKED TO THE HOMECOMING!!!!!" She threw her arms around his neck, and squeezed. "He's so cute. And so nice. And sooooo smart. He's in my art class. I can't wait for you to meet him. You'll like him so much. I think I'll let him kiss me. And Buffy said we can go and get me a really pretty dress..." She sighed.
Spike stood, spilling her from his lap. "HE BETTER NOT LAY A HAND ON YOU! I'll tear off his- NEVER MIND WHAT! BUT I'LL BE SURE THAT HE EATS IT ON A BUN WITH MUSTARD!"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Really Spike. That's crude. Andrew's nice. Really really nice. And he's not a vampire, undead, or demonic in any way. And he smells nice."
'What is it with the Summer's and smell?' "Yeah, well, if he's close enough to sniff, it's too bloody close. What's this soddin' little prig look like? What's his address?"
"I already shook him down," Buffy said dryly from the crypt's entrance. "It's taken care of."
Spike nodded firmly, approving of Buffy's actions, completely missing the conspiring wink that passed between the girls.
"Did he cry?"
"Like a baby. Said he'd have Dawn home before two am, and never place his hands lower than her shoulders."
"Little wanker."
"That's right. He is. But... Whhhhhhew! Great blue eyes. Go, Dawnie. He's a hotty."
"What's so bleedin' great 'bout blue eyes?" Spike basically snarled at the girls.
Dawn cleared her throat discreetly. "You have them, Spike, for one."
"I... Oh. Yeah. That's right." He leered at Buffy. "Hotty, huh?"
"Yeah... in that... 'I-have-a-pulse' kind of way, ya know?"
"Yeah yeah.... So what did you two lovelies need that you visited ole Spikey?"
"Dawn was really excited and we're making stops so she can tell everyone."
"And so Buffy can work on her turns," Dawn whispered to Spike. A sharp knock on the back of the head from her sister ellicited a whine. "What! It's true!"
"Shut up, Dawnie. Go to the car. I'll be right up."
"Ok." She hugged Spike tightly, and felt the pendant she had given him through the material of his shirt.
When the crypt door shut, Buffy waited two heartbeats, then flung herself at Spike.
He caught her, a bit off balance, but braced his back against the wall as Buffy grinned up at him.
"Guess what?"
"What? Did Anya get a bunny? Cuz if she did-"
Buffy laughed. "I got my license... I got it."
He grinned, albeit a forced one. He remembered the abuse his old DeSoto had taken at her hand... he had waxed it, and pampered it, and washed it so many times, out of pure guilt. But she had gotten her license. And he was happy about that for a lot of reasons.
Disentangling herself to pace, she said gently, "You stayed. No one has ever stayed long enough to teach... to show me how to drive. But you did. I... Thank you." She nodded uncomfortably, and left, the crypt door slamming behind her.
Spike stood a moment in silence, then uttered softly, "You're welcome."
End Chapter One.
There is more coming.... oh so much more. Dawn's got to go shopping right? She needs a dress, and Spike needs to meet this little wanker. Guest appearances? Maaaaaaaaybeeeee..... Stay tuned and give me feedback. It is my food, water, and air. PS. I love Dawn/Spike interaction. NO SHIPP-EE-ness. No. Only B/S. haha anyway... The snow is getting to me... ugh... I dream of California.