Fic: Buttercup 1/1
Title : Buttercup
AUTHOR: BohoFemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 018. Honesty
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 340 words.
SUMMARY: Xander struggles to tell Spike how he feels.
WARNINGS: None.
NOTES: X-Posted to Lover100 Schmoop all the way!
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
Alexander Harris was not good with words.
He had absolutely no problems with his emotions and revealing what he felt. However, when it actually came to putting his emotions into words…well…he ran into issues.
Spike,
All I do is think-
No. That sounded terrible. He crumpled the sheet of paper, and sipped his beer.
Sleeping with you is fun, but I feel I want more.
God, that sounded lewd. He sipped more beer. This plan to reveal his true feelings were harder than originally thought.
The small dark room suddenly seemed smaller and darker. The letter-no-note was not getting easier. It was only getting worse.
He had become a friend with benefits to William the Bloody. It was supposed to be nothing but sex. No emotional attachment. No long term investment. Just sex…except Xander had accidentally fallen in love.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
…Elizabeth Barrett Browning, a poet he had barely heard of. One more reason why he shouldn’t listen to Willow’s advice on writing love letters…
Maybe Cognac would loosen his tongue, make his emotions easier to express…
Bill,
Marry Me?
Cognac clearly was a bad idea, Xander reflected, his head resting on the cool porcelain toilet seat. All it did was make him sick and call Spike Bill, something he was pretty sure was an executable offense in the code of Spike.
Love, especially love mixed with alcohol, was confusing.
There was one other way to tell the man how he felt. He could use his “in bed only or death to you” pet name, and say it simply.
Buttercup.
I love you In a forever and always kind of way.
Love, Xan.
AUTHOR: BohoFemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 018. Honesty
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 340 words.
SUMMARY: Xander struggles to tell Spike how he feels.
WARNINGS: None.
NOTES: X-Posted to Lover100 Schmoop all the way!
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
Alexander Harris was not good with words.
He had absolutely no problems with his emotions and revealing what he felt. However, when it actually came to putting his emotions into words…well…he ran into issues.
Spike,
All I do is think-
No. That sounded terrible. He crumpled the sheet of paper, and sipped his beer.
Sleeping with you is fun, but I feel I want more.
God, that sounded lewd. He sipped more beer. This plan to reveal his true feelings were harder than originally thought.
The small dark room suddenly seemed smaller and darker. The letter-no-note was not getting easier. It was only getting worse.
He had become a friend with benefits to William the Bloody. It was supposed to be nothing but sex. No emotional attachment. No long term investment. Just sex…except Xander had accidentally fallen in love.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
…Elizabeth Barrett Browning, a poet he had barely heard of. One more reason why he shouldn’t listen to Willow’s advice on writing love letters…
Maybe Cognac would loosen his tongue, make his emotions easier to express…
Bill,
Marry Me?
Cognac clearly was a bad idea, Xander reflected, his head resting on the cool porcelain toilet seat. All it did was make him sick and call Spike Bill, something he was pretty sure was an executable offense in the code of Spike.
Love, especially love mixed with alcohol, was confusing.
There was one other way to tell the man how he felt. He could use his “in bed only or death to you” pet name, and say it simply.
Buttercup.
I love you In a forever and always kind of way.
Love, Xan.