New Fic: Girls Do Make Passes
A quick little comment ficlet that I just wrote (which means it might be awful.)
Rated G
word count: 254
Girls Do Make Passes
He's halfway through with the page when that sixth sense he's never gotten rid off begins to send warning messages that light up every nerve ending. Slowly lifting his head, he hears the slightest groan of the floor boards. "I know you're there."
"Angel." Buffy steps into the living room, grinning broadly. "You're wearing glasses."
He scowls, ripping the offending item off his face and dropping it on the open book. "I went to the eye doctor this morning."
"And?" she prompts, sashaying a bit as she takes another step closer to him.
"I need reading glasses!" He growls the words with a look of absolute disgust.
"Well, you are forty. That's what happens to alive type people."
"But what's next? High blood pressure? Viagra? Going bald?" The last two words are whispered as if saying them louder will make his hair fall out on the spot.
Biting her lips in an effort not to laugh, Buffy stands directly in front of him. "Even if you lose all your hair and all your teeth, I'll still love you." She pauses a moment, considering. "If your ears start sprouting hair though, I can't guarantee anything."
Angel rolls his eyes. "I'm getting older," his voice betraying an uncertainty he rarely shows.
"Fortunately for you," Buffy says as she places his glasses back on his nose, "I happen to find older guys who wear glasses very sexy."
"Oh?"
"Oh yes." Carefully placing his book on the floor, she settles herself on his lap and proceeds to demonstrate.
Rated G
word count: 254
Girls Do Make Passes
He's halfway through with the page when that sixth sense he's never gotten rid off begins to send warning messages that light up every nerve ending. Slowly lifting his head, he hears the slightest groan of the floor boards. "I know you're there."
"Angel." Buffy steps into the living room, grinning broadly. "You're wearing glasses."
He scowls, ripping the offending item off his face and dropping it on the open book. "I went to the eye doctor this morning."
"And?" she prompts, sashaying a bit as she takes another step closer to him.
"I need reading glasses!" He growls the words with a look of absolute disgust.
"Well, you are forty. That's what happens to alive type people."
"But what's next? High blood pressure? Viagra? Going bald?" The last two words are whispered as if saying them louder will make his hair fall out on the spot.
Biting her lips in an effort not to laugh, Buffy stands directly in front of him. "Even if you lose all your hair and all your teeth, I'll still love you." She pauses a moment, considering. "If your ears start sprouting hair though, I can't guarantee anything."
Angel rolls his eyes. "I'm getting older," his voice betraying an uncertainty he rarely shows.
"Fortunately for you," Buffy says as she places his glasses back on his nose, "I happen to find older guys who wear glasses very sexy."
"Oh?"
"Oh yes." Carefully placing his book on the floor, she settles herself on his lap and proceeds to demonstrate.