Word count: 200
Disclaimer: These boys belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and all companies associated with the series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They are not mine. I just have more fun with them
Notes: Happy birthday, Keppy. Love ya lots. *smooch*
More notes: Thank you, darkhavens. You're inspirational and motivational. The deadly duo! *hugs*
Xander raised up on one elbow and regarded the figure in bed beside him.
Spike was dead to the world. Spike was dead, period, but he was also sleeping soundly, peacefully and apparently dreamlessly.
Xander jabbed him in the ribs. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Wake up. I’ve had a thought. Don’t be too scared.”
“Nothing’s up. Well, not much. Except this carnival going on in my shorts.”
“You don’t wear shorts to bed.”
“Beside the point. You know how you go all lights out when you go to sleep? Did you ever do that with anyone else?”
Spike’s brow furrowed and Xander wanted to kiss every tiny line.
“Not a good idea, that. Back in the day, I had to be aware of everything, like a cat. Angelus and Dru weren’t what you’d call consistent. Rape me one day, hug me the next. What do you Americans call it? Yeah, mixed messages.”
“You were like a kicked cat, only with the evil-on-the-side thing. I get the picture. You don’t have to be scared. You’ve got me now.”
Spike smiled. His honey was a daft one, but lovable. He wound himself around Xander and went back to his untroubled sleep.
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