There's bound to be talk tomorrow (at least there will be plenty implied)

[blytheandbonnie]

WHO Bonnie, Wes, and OPEN. Possible guest appearances by Spike, Cassandra? Snape? Anyone who would have cause to see Bonnie or stop by the shop, really.
WHAT Bonnie and Wes try to have a normal night in. It probably fails.
WHERE Bonnie's place
WHEN Sunday evening
NOTES Multiple threads welcome, and threadjacking is okay.
WARNINGS Goodness, I hope none.

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[idolstolemylook]

Midnight snacks took a different meaning, when you were nocturnal. For Spike, the early morning hours were when he was supposed to be winding down. Not that he ever really did, but he'd come home to the sounds of the couple Spike thought was giving demonic things a bad name. At least they were getting some, and not just making googly eyes at one another.

Hours later, he figured it was safe to venture out and rifle through the fridge for Wesley's beer. Sid followed him, and in the silence of the apartment his purr was loud and, Spike thought, insistent. Setting the beer on the counter, he scooped the cat up, cradling him like a baby in one arm while he rubbed his fuzzy belly.

[idolstolemylook]

"You're the one screwing a vampire an' a Slayer, mate," he said. "So I'm pretty sure you're not talking from experience. Speaking of which--"

Spike started. And stared, and moved closer, sniffing the air.

"She bit you."

[demonologist]

There were several things he wanted to protest about at this juncture. Especially since technically he wasn't screwing Faith for the near future and secondly, it wasn't as if he hadn't had his fair share of romantic disappointments prior to and including his recent situation. At that was beside the point, he was talking about how relying on external approval had its pitfalls.

He was about to launch into all of this when Spike started scenting the air. Oh for the love of-- most likely he also smelled sex all over him, as well as the blood. That would never cease to make him feel a bit exposed.

"Your point being?"

[idolstolemylook]

It was no good, Wesley. Spike was incapable of understanding his own need for external approval.

"Seem to be developing a bit of a habit," Spike shrugged, smirking a little. Not that it was all that surprising, considering, well, sex with a vampire. "And now I'm hungry."

[demonologist]

"Whether I am or not is not your concern, is it?" Wes countered, leaning back against the counter and drinking more of his water. His gaze was a touch defiant. "If you're hungry, I'm sure there's plenty of animal blood in the fridge."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike sighed.

"Don't worry," he said. "Not asking for a donation." He drained the beer, setting it back on the counter. "Just makes me hungry, is all. Speaking of, nice work earlier, mate. Girl sounded absolutely tortured."

terrible timing is terrible

[blytheandbonnie]

The girl had woken up a minute or two earlier and found herself alone in bed. That confused her, being still half asleep, and she had groped around for awhile before determining that no, Wesley had definitely left. Voices, though. Spike and Wes? They were talking.

Why were they talking so late?

For some reason, her robe was missing, and so she pulled Wesley's shirt on instead, buttoning it up--why did men's shirts button the other way, it was so confusing--as she made her way out the door. She paused in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing at her eyes, just as Spike congratulated Wes.

Even in her sleepiness, she was too curious to interrupt that. So she leaned against the doorway, a lazy expression of intrigue on her face.

So so terrible!

[demonologist]

Wes wasn't quite sure how to reply to any of those comments. He was both relieved and faintly disappointed that Spike didn't press the feeding issue. And also simultaneously flattered and embarrassed by Spike's praise regarding his sexual accomplishments for the evening.

"Well, I-- I suppose-- I trust that Bonnie had a good time. I certainly wasn't torturing her."

[idolstolemylook]

"Just an expression," Spike said, rolling his eyes. Not that Dru hadn't enjoyed a good spot of torture, now and again. And now he had Wesley actually taking him seriously. Spike wasn't sure what to do with it.

"Anyway, don't mind me. You two keep on enjoyin' whatever crazy monkey love you got goin' in there. An' speaking of moving on, if you ever need a hand--Oh, hullo, red."

Spike turned to take in Bonnie, dressed in Wesley's shirt like some sort of cliche. Suited her better than her robe did Wesley, that was certain.

"We were just talkin' about how Wes here's holding out on me."

[blytheandbonnie]

"If he ever needs a hand doing what?" Bonnie asked, and she straightened up and padded over to the sink to pour herself a glass of water.

Halfway there, she paused, furrowing her brow as she peered at Wes. "That robe doesn't fit," she decisively stated before making her way to the sink.

[demonologist]

Wes was the last to notice Bonnie standing there and he coloured a little, wondering how much of the conversation she'd heard.

Crazy monkey love? Was that what they had? He had to admit that being with her made him feel good about himself. What had Spike meant by lending a hand, though? Bonnie was covering that question, thankfully.

As for the holding out, hopefully a discussion about him giving his blood wouldn't be pursued. Although now his thoughts where going to a place where both vampires...oh good god, that was never going to happen.

At Bonnie's remark about the robe, Wes' embarrassment deepened, he gave her a sheepish look.

"Sorry, I just grabbed what was handy. I didn't think your flatmates would appreciate me cavorting around sans clothes at this hour."

[idolstolemylook]

"Oh, don't put on clothes on my account," Spike interjected. "This whole switcharoo, 'we're comfy enough to grab each others' clothes thing' is a lot creepier. As for doing, pet, I meant you."

Spike leered for good measure.

[blytheandbonnie]

"Oh," Bonnie replied. She took a sip of her water, looking thoughtful as she glanced between the men.

"Well, only if Wes is okay with it."

[demonologist]

Wes blinked at the both of them. Surely he was in the middle of a bizarre dream right now. It wasn't that he hadn't had fantasies of a threesome from time to time. The players often switched and changed. Bonnie, Faith and Spike had all featured in them at some point. But so had other people from his past such as Fred and Lilah, and others from Bete Noire, like Claire and Jack. It wasn't as if he ever expected them to be more than figments of his baser imaginings.

"We aren't seriously discussing this, are we?" His look was somewhat incredulous. But his discomfort was partly there because of what he and Spike had gotten up to months ago. They'd barely spoken about it, for obvious reasons. It was the city which had made them both act that way. He'd never--he wouldn't, would he? Besides, Spike was talking about having sex with Bonnie, not with him. Still, the thought of being naked in the same room as him...it was troubling.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike was always half surprised when people listened to him, or took his suggestions. It wasn't that he didn't want to be heard. It was that people usually didn't, and so he'd taken to not paying much attention to what he said, or whether he himself believed it. He'd only said it to further rile Wesley, because it had become one of his favorite pastimes of late. And with things with Buffy reading a nadir of sorts, Spike was flailing without an objective.

"Wesley here," Spike informed Bonnie, while not taking his eyes off the man, "isn't seriously discussing this because he's seriously thinking about it. Aren't you, mate? And I'd warrant he has been, ever since a certain incident on a balcony." His tongue curled behind his teeth, and he hitched his thumbs into his belt loops, where his jeans hung low on his naked torso. "Now, now," he tsked. "What would the Watcher's Council think?"

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie had been about to crack a joke, because she was pretty sure there was no way the three of them were seriously having this discussion right now.

And then Spike spoke. And she couldn't quite dismiss it because, hadn't she said it before herself? There was something weird going on with the two of them.

And so, curiously, she tilted her head at Wesley. "Wes?"