FIC - Three Times is Conspiracy (BtVS)
Title: Three Times is Conspiracy
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: pre-S/X
Prompt: 144 - Sunrise
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 568
Previous
Summary: Ah, the revelations of too-damn-early o’clock.
Xander sighed and flumped down in the swing next to Spike. The vampire absent-mindedly sneered in Xander’s general direction and tilted back his head for a swig of whatever unlabeled alcohol he had in hand. Xander supposed he deserved it. Another dress, kinda reddish this time, though the lack of lighting didn’t bring it out like the last few times, and Xander just knew that Spike was trying really hard to hide from everyone in this new skirt and flouncy shirt get-up. Which, of course, meant that Xander’s comfort instinct had kicked in. For Spike.
“Why haven’t you just changed?” he asked. Spike twisted the swing just enough to put his back to Xander. It was only a moment before another swig of booze unbalanced his toes and spun him around, bleary eyes not focusing on Xander at all.
“’S a conspiracy, yeah?” Spike’s voice was husky with a welcoming depth that invited Xander to join the secret. Xander leaned forward a touch, chest pressed against the swing chain. “The Slayer, she’s messin’ wit’ me.” Spike shook his head, apparently trying to clear his thoughts. “Wan’s to see me ‘ike ‘is.” Spike spread his arms, swing twisting, and almost hit Xander’s head.
“Why?” Xander asked. Because, really, Buffy wanting to see Spike in a dress? Not with the sense making. Spike tilted his head.
“’Cause ‘m prettier ‘an she is.”
Xander nodded, slowly. Only response he could come up with.
“You think so.”
Xander blinked.
“Smell all lusty ‘n stuff when ya see my legs.” Spike glanced sideways at a very stiff Xander. Then he stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankle. He nodded firmly. “Calves or ankles I think’s what does it for you. Though the whole fear scent’s throwing me a bit.”
“Ingrained reaction,” Xander said, voice tight. “I like a girl, she tries to kill me. Rather trusty bad-gal locator, I am.”
“No blokes?”
“Oz tended to look at me funny whenever he growled.”
Spike growled. Xander’s eyes widened then snapped shut. He pressed his forehead to the cool chain.
“Sun’ll be up soon.” Spike said. Xander listened to the swing chains rattle as Spike stood. A hard-edged bottle nudged his hand, and Xander wrapped his fingers around it in a death grip. “World’s still spinnin’.” Xander nodded, metal links digging into his forehead. Spike sighed and tugged Xander up by his shirt collar. He started walking, Xander hop-skipping a few steps before coming up next to the vampire. Spike let him go once he seemed sure of Xander’s compliance. “Can’t jus’ leave you out there all mixed up with fear and lust. Good as hot blood,” Spike’s eyes darted over to the stunned face, “or chocolate.”
“Chocolate’s good,” Xander murmured, wringing his hands around the neck of the bottle. A bit of liquid sloshed inside. Spike tapped the bottom.
“A swallow’ll numb the shock. Get ‘ya ta’ sleep, and this never happened in the morning, yeah?”
“It’s already morning.” Xander took the drink.
“Sky’s certainly light enough for me,” Spike muttered. Xander looked up, the sky not black so much as deep blue streaked with reddish-orangey clouds.
“You can have the couch.” Xander blinked. Looked at Spike’s amused eyebrow, and blushed. The other eyebrow joined the first.
“We’ll see what happens,” Spike’s grin was insinuating and dangerous, and Xander admitted defeat to the fear response of his libido, “in the morning.”
~JJ~
x-posted tamingthemuse
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: pre-S/X
Prompt: 144 - Sunrise
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 568
Previous
Summary: Ah, the revelations of too-damn-early o’clock.
Xander sighed and flumped down in the swing next to Spike. The vampire absent-mindedly sneered in Xander’s general direction and tilted back his head for a swig of whatever unlabeled alcohol he had in hand. Xander supposed he deserved it. Another dress, kinda reddish this time, though the lack of lighting didn’t bring it out like the last few times, and Xander just knew that Spike was trying really hard to hide from everyone in this new skirt and flouncy shirt get-up. Which, of course, meant that Xander’s comfort instinct had kicked in. For Spike.
“Why haven’t you just changed?” he asked. Spike twisted the swing just enough to put his back to Xander. It was only a moment before another swig of booze unbalanced his toes and spun him around, bleary eyes not focusing on Xander at all.
“’S a conspiracy, yeah?” Spike’s voice was husky with a welcoming depth that invited Xander to join the secret. Xander leaned forward a touch, chest pressed against the swing chain. “The Slayer, she’s messin’ wit’ me.” Spike shook his head, apparently trying to clear his thoughts. “Wan’s to see me ‘ike ‘is.” Spike spread his arms, swing twisting, and almost hit Xander’s head.
“Why?” Xander asked. Because, really, Buffy wanting to see Spike in a dress? Not with the sense making. Spike tilted his head.
“’Cause ‘m prettier ‘an she is.”
Xander nodded, slowly. Only response he could come up with.
“You think so.”
Xander blinked.
“Smell all lusty ‘n stuff when ya see my legs.” Spike glanced sideways at a very stiff Xander. Then he stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankle. He nodded firmly. “Calves or ankles I think’s what does it for you. Though the whole fear scent’s throwing me a bit.”
“Ingrained reaction,” Xander said, voice tight. “I like a girl, she tries to kill me. Rather trusty bad-gal locator, I am.”
“No blokes?”
“Oz tended to look at me funny whenever he growled.”
Spike growled. Xander’s eyes widened then snapped shut. He pressed his forehead to the cool chain.
“Sun’ll be up soon.” Spike said. Xander listened to the swing chains rattle as Spike stood. A hard-edged bottle nudged his hand, and Xander wrapped his fingers around it in a death grip. “World’s still spinnin’.” Xander nodded, metal links digging into his forehead. Spike sighed and tugged Xander up by his shirt collar. He started walking, Xander hop-skipping a few steps before coming up next to the vampire. Spike let him go once he seemed sure of Xander’s compliance. “Can’t jus’ leave you out there all mixed up with fear and lust. Good as hot blood,” Spike’s eyes darted over to the stunned face, “or chocolate.”
“Chocolate’s good,” Xander murmured, wringing his hands around the neck of the bottle. A bit of liquid sloshed inside. Spike tapped the bottom.
“A swallow’ll numb the shock. Get ‘ya ta’ sleep, and this never happened in the morning, yeah?”
“It’s already morning.” Xander took the drink.
“Sky’s certainly light enough for me,” Spike muttered. Xander looked up, the sky not black so much as deep blue streaked with reddish-orangey clouds.
“You can have the couch.” Xander blinked. Looked at Spike’s amused eyebrow, and blushed. The other eyebrow joined the first.
“We’ll see what happens,” Spike’s grin was insinuating and dangerous, and Xander admitted defeat to the fear response of his libido, “in the morning.”
~JJ~
x-posted tamingthemuse