Prompt #106-Ravish-Xander's Apple Part 4-spiceblueeyes-BtVS

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Title: Xander's Apple
Fandom:Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: 106-Ravish
Rating:PG
Warnings:none
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, it's sad, but true.
Summary: The morning after.

Precious parts here.

 

Part Four

    Xander was sitting in the same spot on the couch that he had been earlier that night. His elbow was on the arm rest supporting his forearm and hand, which was propping up his head. He was tired, he hadn’t slept since the previous morning, and dawn was only a few minutes away. Lack of sleep combined with the emotional turmoil he’d been through tonight was taking its toll. Closed eyes flew open as he heard the doorknob turn, and he watched Spike open the door and enter the apartment.

    Staring as Spike closed and locked the door behind him and made his way to the couch. Xander studied him; he looked tired too. There was no more anger in his eyes, but his face and body language gave off a feeling of resigned sadness. Knowing that it was his fault his vampire was sad made Xander’s heart clench. As Spike sat down on the couch next to him, relaxing his head against the back of couch and closing his eyes, Xander wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug him. However the air was tense with all that had already been said, and so much hadn’t been. Xander was too tired broach the painful subject now, and he could see his own exhaustion reflected in Spike, so he decided to save more talking for tomorrow.

    Summoning what was left of his energy Xander pushed himself up off the couch, groaning, and reached a hand out to Spike. “Tired?” A rhetorical question, since the answer was obvious.

    Spike, after a long sigh, answered anyway, “yeah.” He took Xander’s hand and let him pull him off the cushions. Keeping their hands still clasped they slowly walked into their bedroom, and together collapsed onto the bed. Arranging themselves so that Spike was on his back, with Xander draped over his chest, they both slid quickly into sleep.

*****

    Normally Saturdays were spent with all activities centering on or around the bed. They slept in, had breakfast in bed, lunch in bed, and dinner too unless they went out. Spike would be a bad vampire and ravish him (okay, not that Xander didn’t enjoy being the ravish-ee, cause he so totally did) Maybe watch a movie in bed since he bought that new DVD player last month. Sometimes they would read in bed, or they would just cuddle up and talk.

    This Saturday was different though. This time they both woke up and immediately tensed, remembering the night before. Unwilling to face the day yet, they feigned sleep together, neither one was fooled, but the ruse was kept. Until, that is, the call of nature could no longer be denied. With a sigh, Xander rolled off the bed and trudged off to the bathroom. When he returned, Spike’s eyes were open, it was time to talk.

    Or they could procrastinate a little more, “breakfast?”

    Spike studied him for a moment, “Yeah.”

     Heading to the Kitchen, he heard Spike get out of bed and start after him. They didn’t have much in the way of food, Xander had been too busy this week to do any real shopping, and Spike didn’t cook so he never really thought about stocking the fridge, though he did go shopping if Xander asked him to. Pulling out a bowl, spoon and a box of cheerios he set them on the table. Then he went back to the fridge to get the milk, snagging a bag of blood for Spike since he was there. Spike had retrieved his “blood mug,” one of those extra large mugs that are big enough to make soup in. It was black, and had the words BIG BAD in red wrapped around it. Xander had painted it himself at one of those do-it-yourself pot painting places and given it to Spike for Christmas.

    Handing the blood bag to Spike, he sat down at the table and poured his milk and cereal into the bowl, stirring it around. He heard the microwave ding, and a few seconds later Spike was sitting across from him, holding his reheated blood. They ate quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the silence. When Xander finished off all the cheerios in his bowl, he lifted it up to his mouth, intending to slurp up the remaining milk. Instead, he misjudged the distance somehow, and ended up spilling the milk down his chin and the front of his shirt. Slowly setting the bowl back down, he realized that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He and Spike had been too tired to get undressed last night when they collapsed into bed.

    Hearing a noise, Xander lifted his gaze from his wet shirt to Spike’s face. Spike was trying to suppress his amusement, but the result was a sound halfway between a cough and a snort. When he looked at Xander’s face he gave it up as a lost cause and broke out into laughter, with Xander right behind him.  Alternately clutching the table and their stomachs, they laughed until it hurt, and then laughed some more.

    A minute later found them trying to stop laughing, but one look at each other and they would start again.

    Finally they managed to get themselves under control, and they felt much better. It was like some of the tension had been released. Shaking his head and smirking, Spike spoke, “Bloody hell Xan, only you pet.” Then, giving Xander’s shirt a once over, added, “you look like you could use a shower luv.”

    “You’re not exactly minty fresh either mister.” Xander shot back.

    “You go get cleaned up, and I’ll do the dishes.” Spike grabbed his mug and Xander’s bowl and headed toward the sink.

    “Yeah, okay.” Getting up and walking toward the bathroom, Xander hesitated at the doorway, “Spike.” Seeing Spike look at him he said, “When I get out, we should talk.”

    A serious look came over Spike’s face and he nodded, “yeah, we should.”

    Xander headed off to take his shower.

Comments

[thismaz.livejournal.com]

Heee, the healing power of laughter, nicely done.

[spiceblueeyes.livejournal.com]

Thanks!
A spoon full of sugar, and all that :)