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Okay, I did a short fic. Not a drabble, well, maybe a drabble, but I don't think so. Anyway, I wrote a fic. Feedback would be cool. Still very nervous about it. S/X of course.
Title: Boxless
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13 for sexual content
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but enjoy playing.
God, what the hell is going on around here? Me? Why me? Why is Spike going after me? I mean, yeah sure, what with the demon magnet and my excellent choices in extracurricular activities. I can see how that might…trigger something? It could just be the patrols. Come on now, everyone knows wailing on something four times your size with ten times the amount of teeth can cause, er, *things* to stir. So maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s just from working up all that…EEP! But still – why me? He can go do the horizontal limbo with anyone.
Okay, yeah, he’s making with the hotness (and yes, I’ll let that little thought slip out of the no-no box). And let’s just say people actually *knew* about – you know, the things they don’t know about. And let’s also say Spike is actually interested in, er, *things*. What then? There’s still the fact he’s a big ole’ eeevil vampire. Yeah, sure a completely harmless one. Actually he’s more like a big fluffy kitty who got their yarn taken away (and I sooooo don’t want him to know I thought that.). Hmm…Spike, and yarn…and – NO! FOCUS!!! Helloooo down there - *things* are not happening, do *not* go to stage three, I repeat, do not go to stage three!
Okay, so eeevil vampire inside, er aside, I meant aside! Anyway, besides that, what if people found out? Willow would do some kinda mojo delusting spell and I’ll lose my man parts. And Buffy will play an unarousing rendition of “Poof Goes The Eeevildoer.” And quite frankly, I don’t want Spike to go “poof”. Well…Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?
But – but look at him sitting there watching the TV yelling at the entire cast of Passions because they’re all so “bloody blind they couldn’t find their own arses if someone stapled their hands to ‘em.” He gets so…ironically, passionate. I wonder what else he’s passionate about – and no, no and no! Why am I even thinking about this? Oh yeah, because there’s a short blond man, er, big scary vampire, sitting naked on the end of my bed watching television. Well, he’s not naked. He’s got socks on…and wrapped in a blanket, sort of. Which is actually kind of funny. Big snarky vampire turns into big whiney vampire when his feet are cold. *snicker* wouldn’t have gotten his clothes all gooey if he’d dodged when I said to. But no…
“C’mon, pet, hurry up already! I want m’popcorn!”
And is he crazy to think that I haven’t noticed that? That pet and luv crap. What’s that all about? And creepily, that doesn’t bother me…at all. I actually kind of like it. Wow, a couple of Bud Lights at the Bronze and the no-no box lock seems to crank open its own combination. Wonder what he’d say if I asked him about everything. If he’d even say anything. He might just jump up and run out of the room, screaming. And naked. And maybe that’s worth it.
“Here’s your popcorn Spike. Deliciously buttered and salted by yours truly. You don’t get fired from the Sunnydale Drive-In, Cinemas, and Video store for nothing, you know. Along the way, you learn how to make deliciously health-hazard popcorn. Course, you know, don’t think it’ll do anything to you what with the living-impaired box you check on your income tax. Which doesn’t quite make sense I know, because you don’t pay taxes because you are, you know, not breathing and all. Well even if you weren’t undead you wouldn’t pay them because you’re Spike, the big-bad-and-don’t-you-forget-it snarky vampire who can be evil even without actually being an ass-“
“Something on your mind, luv?”
“Uh, no, why do you ask?” EEP!!! He knows! All hands on deck all hands on deck! And doesn’t that just sound dirty right now?
“Because you’re acting like you’ve been snorting pixi stix. Again. All talking really fast and not breathing. You’re not a vampire, pet, you do need to breathe. And you’re heart is beating faster that Slutty’s does when Captain Manchurian is around” Oh no! Arch of the eyebrow! And now he’s getting up. Oh please keep the blanket on you, please please please. You lose that and I’m gone. Okay, there ya go. Wait, why are you coming over here? I can’t do this if I have to look you in the eye…Well I could…No! Back in the box, get back in the box!
“Well…uh, *ulp*. I think we need to talk, Spike.” Wait, why’s he getting closer?! Oh no, not the eyes. Anything but the eyes. Can’t look at ‘em. Must look away! Ooops, I dropped the popcorn. Wait a sec, why is the popcorn spilled all over the blanket? Holy Bejeezus, Batman, the Catman is nekkid! Well, ‘cept the socks.
“I think we do, luv. Why don’t we talk about it over on the bed?”
Title: Boxless
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13 for sexual content
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but enjoy playing.
God, what the hell is going on around here? Me? Why me? Why is Spike going after me? I mean, yeah sure, what with the demon magnet and my excellent choices in extracurricular activities. I can see how that might…trigger something? It could just be the patrols. Come on now, everyone knows wailing on something four times your size with ten times the amount of teeth can cause, er, *things* to stir. So maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s just from working up all that…EEP! But still – why me? He can go do the horizontal limbo with anyone.
Okay, yeah, he’s making with the hotness (and yes, I’ll let that little thought slip out of the no-no box). And let’s just say people actually *knew* about – you know, the things they don’t know about. And let’s also say Spike is actually interested in, er, *things*. What then? There’s still the fact he’s a big ole’ eeevil vampire. Yeah, sure a completely harmless one. Actually he’s more like a big fluffy kitty who got their yarn taken away (and I sooooo don’t want him to know I thought that.). Hmm…Spike, and yarn…and – NO! FOCUS!!! Helloooo down there - *things* are not happening, do *not* go to stage three, I repeat, do not go to stage three!
Okay, so eeevil vampire inside, er aside, I meant aside! Anyway, besides that, what if people found out? Willow would do some kinda mojo delusting spell and I’ll lose my man parts. And Buffy will play an unarousing rendition of “Poof Goes The Eeevildoer.” And quite frankly, I don’t want Spike to go “poof”. Well…Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?
But – but look at him sitting there watching the TV yelling at the entire cast of Passions because they’re all so “bloody blind they couldn’t find their own arses if someone stapled their hands to ‘em.” He gets so…ironically, passionate. I wonder what else he’s passionate about – and no, no and no! Why am I even thinking about this? Oh yeah, because there’s a short blond man, er, big scary vampire, sitting naked on the end of my bed watching television. Well, he’s not naked. He’s got socks on…and wrapped in a blanket, sort of. Which is actually kind of funny. Big snarky vampire turns into big whiney vampire when his feet are cold. *snicker* wouldn’t have gotten his clothes all gooey if he’d dodged when I said to. But no…
“C’mon, pet, hurry up already! I want m’popcorn!”
And is he crazy to think that I haven’t noticed that? That pet and luv crap. What’s that all about? And creepily, that doesn’t bother me…at all. I actually kind of like it. Wow, a couple of Bud Lights at the Bronze and the no-no box lock seems to crank open its own combination. Wonder what he’d say if I asked him about everything. If he’d even say anything. He might just jump up and run out of the room, screaming. And naked. And maybe that’s worth it.
“Here’s your popcorn Spike. Deliciously buttered and salted by yours truly. You don’t get fired from the Sunnydale Drive-In, Cinemas, and Video store for nothing, you know. Along the way, you learn how to make deliciously health-hazard popcorn. Course, you know, don’t think it’ll do anything to you what with the living-impaired box you check on your income tax. Which doesn’t quite make sense I know, because you don’t pay taxes because you are, you know, not breathing and all. Well even if you weren’t undead you wouldn’t pay them because you’re Spike, the big-bad-and-don’t-you-forget-it snarky vampire who can be evil even without actually being an ass-“
“Something on your mind, luv?”
“Uh, no, why do you ask?” EEP!!! He knows! All hands on deck all hands on deck! And doesn’t that just sound dirty right now?
“Because you’re acting like you’ve been snorting pixi stix. Again. All talking really fast and not breathing. You’re not a vampire, pet, you do need to breathe. And you’re heart is beating faster that Slutty’s does when Captain Manchurian is around” Oh no! Arch of the eyebrow! And now he’s getting up. Oh please keep the blanket on you, please please please. You lose that and I’m gone. Okay, there ya go. Wait, why are you coming over here? I can’t do this if I have to look you in the eye…Well I could…No! Back in the box, get back in the box!
“Well…uh, *ulp*. I think we need to talk, Spike.” Wait, why’s he getting closer?! Oh no, not the eyes. Anything but the eyes. Can’t look at ‘em. Must look away! Ooops, I dropped the popcorn. Wait a sec, why is the popcorn spilled all over the blanket? Holy Bejeezus, Batman, the Catman is nekkid! Well, ‘cept the socks.
“I think we do, luv. Why don’t we talk about it over on the bed?”
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*licks you*
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*g*
Thank you *hugs*
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Holy Bejeezus, Batman, the Catman is nekkid! Well, ‘cept the socks.
Oh, i love that line.
Funny, dude! Babble, babble, babble, And the no-no box!
Hee.
See? You can do it!!
*bounce*
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*hee!*
Heehee...someone loves one of my lines *flails and dies*
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No, no, no... Don't fall into that trap!! We don't need angst!!!
:)
*snerk*
*hugs you*
Uh - it's to late for CPR, isn't it?
Hrmmmmm....
I'll send Miracle Max, maybe you're only MOSTLY dead. :)
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Nah, my cat jumped on my chest and the next thing I new, I was back. You can still send Max if you want though!
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Angst!!
*runs*
*gooood kitty*
I'll send little mice instead.
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Re: *hee!*
Don't send the mice, she wouldn't know what to do with it.
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I'll send little fake skin mice! They're fun!
:)
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But i think Laz is SO done with it.
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evil vampiresnaked Spike. And the socks were a hoot! But the ending, mmm, yes, talk about it over on the bed, boys. *weg*From:
*squee*
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Heehee...thanks, I'm glad that *you* liked it:P
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Bloody Brilliant
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Bloody Brilliant!