Frienship Ficathon story - Spike and Tara
This is for estepheia's Friendship Ficathon. What a lovely idea to write friendship stories instead of smut for a change. :)
Title: Brad Pitt in a Leather Skirt
Author: Moosesal
Written for: Cass (calove)
Request: Spike and Tara with a misunderstanding, fun, and an action which is out of character for each of them. (I’m not sure how well I addressed the last part. I think there’s some out of character stuff, but...)
Rating: most audiences? I think there’s a bad word in here.
Beta: Eep! Almost forgot this. Thanks to silvertedy for the quick beta.
Note: This is set the summer after Buffy’s death. However, I really wanted to use the movie Troy in this fic, so throw real time out the window, please. Thank you.
Spike opened the door to the Summers’ house and walked in like he belonged there, not that that was anything new. He poked his head into the living room, then turned back toward the kitchen and dining area before returning to the entryway and stopping to really listen. No one was home.
He was trying to decide what to do when Tara came through the front door.
“Spike. What are you doing here?”
“Well, that’s nice and friendly.”
“No-- I mean--” Tara sighed. “I’m just surprised is all. I thought you were on patrol tonight.”
“Oh. Right.” He nodded. “Willow asked me to come by and watch the Bit.”
“Oh.” Tara’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “That’s odd. I was on Dawn duty tonight.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not even here, so I guess neither of us is needed.” Spike moved toward the door but stopped at the feel of Tara’s hand on his arm.
“Hey.” Spike turned, eyebrow cocked in question. Tara didn’t let it phase her. Too much. “D-d-do you ... maybe want to stay? See if she shows up?” She smiled shyly and raised her other hand. “I brought a movie?”
“Yeah?” He looked at the video case and laughed. “Troy? Let me guess -- Dawn wanted to see Brad Pitt in a skirt.”
Tara blushed.
“What? You wanted to see Brad in a skirt?”
Her cheeks became even redder. “I h-h-heard there’s a really great lesbian kiss.”
“In Troy?” Spike was clearly not buying. “There’s not enough women in this for there to be two of ’em in the same scene. How you gonna get a kiss?”
“Have you seen it?” she challenged.
“Well, no. But I’ve read the Iliad. Didn’t really need to see some bad Hollywood production with pretty boys and some epic instrumental soundtrack. Fuck up a good story, that.”
Tara rolled her eyes and grinned. “You get the popcorn, I’ll set up.”
“Right.” Spike turned, striding off to the kitchen while Tara went to start the movie. She found a note from Dawn taped the DVD player. Apparently Dawn was sleeping over at Janice’s. At least she’d remembered to leave them a note this time.
***
On screen Orlando Bloom was kissing some woman who, in Spike’s not so humble opinion, was not beautiful enough to play Helen. He thought Orlando might have been a better choice for the ‘face that launched a thousand ships.’ “Wow,” he said. “That might actually be the best lesbian kiss I’ve ever seen.”
Tara sighed. “Yeah. He’s so pretty, even I’d do him.”
“Me, too.”
Tara and Spike turned to face each other at the same time. Then they both cracked up.
“Yeah,” Spike said, his breath catching in a hiccup. “No doubt, he is awfully pretty in this movie. The long dress thing. The hair. The lush dick-sucking lips.”
Tara just nodded before grabbing another handful of popcorn.
***
“His cousin, my ass,” Spike sneered.
“What?” Tara looked over at him.
“They,” Spike sniffed as he pointed at Achilles and Patroclus, “were not cousins, love.”
“Oh. Right,” she smiled as Spike raised his eyebrows, tilting his head just so. “Well, you know ...”
“Hollywood.” Spike nodded. “I know how it all works. I’m just saying, why not platonic friends or something? It’s so obvious they should be banging each other.”
“I ... uh ... didn’t know you were so--”
“Vampire, remember?”
Tara nodded, eyes wide and glassy. It took her a few minutes to focus on the movie again.
***
Brad Pitt’s thighs rippled under the edge of his leather miniskirt. Spike and Tara were mesmerized.
“I can’t believe I’m watching this.”
“Good, yeah? Haven’t been in a meaty fight like that in ... ages.”
“Oh ... well ... I meant,” she blushed for probably the millionth time in two hours.
Spike waggled his eyebrows
“I wouldn’t actually--”
“Of course not.”
“He’s a--”
“Man. Right.” Spike nodded, and they went back to watching the movie. A few minutes passed before Spike broke the silence again. “You think Buffy woulda liked me more if I looked that? All beefy and hulked up? Like Angel?” That last part was muttered under his breath, of course.
Tara hit Pause before meeting his gaze. His was steady, prepared for the worst. “I-I-I think ... you should just be y-y-you, Spike. Buffy ... she’s gone. But I think,” she paused and really looked inside him, “I think if she saw you now, she’d like who you’ve become.”
Suddenly uncomfortable, Spike grabbed up the remote. “Enough serious. Back to bad storytelling.” He pressed Play and the battle resumed. “You really think so?” he asked, so soft he didn’t expect an answer.
Tara reached over and squeezed his hand. “You’re a good man, Spike.”
The End
Title: Brad Pitt in a Leather Skirt
Author: Moosesal
Written for: Cass (calove)
Request: Spike and Tara with a misunderstanding, fun, and an action which is out of character for each of them. (I’m not sure how well I addressed the last part. I think there’s some out of character stuff, but...)
Rating: most audiences? I think there’s a bad word in here.
Beta: Eep! Almost forgot this. Thanks to silvertedy for the quick beta.
Note: This is set the summer after Buffy’s death. However, I really wanted to use the movie Troy in this fic, so throw real time out the window, please. Thank you.
Spike opened the door to the Summers’ house and walked in like he belonged there, not that that was anything new. He poked his head into the living room, then turned back toward the kitchen and dining area before returning to the entryway and stopping to really listen. No one was home.
He was trying to decide what to do when Tara came through the front door.
“Spike. What are you doing here?”
“Well, that’s nice and friendly.”
“No-- I mean--” Tara sighed. “I’m just surprised is all. I thought you were on patrol tonight.”
“Oh. Right.” He nodded. “Willow asked me to come by and watch the Bit.”
“Oh.” Tara’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “That’s odd. I was on Dawn duty tonight.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not even here, so I guess neither of us is needed.” Spike moved toward the door but stopped at the feel of Tara’s hand on his arm.
“Hey.” Spike turned, eyebrow cocked in question. Tara didn’t let it phase her. Too much. “D-d-do you ... maybe want to stay? See if she shows up?” She smiled shyly and raised her other hand. “I brought a movie?”
“Yeah?” He looked at the video case and laughed. “Troy? Let me guess -- Dawn wanted to see Brad Pitt in a skirt.”
Tara blushed.
“What? You wanted to see Brad in a skirt?”
Her cheeks became even redder. “I h-h-heard there’s a really great lesbian kiss.”
“In Troy?” Spike was clearly not buying. “There’s not enough women in this for there to be two of ’em in the same scene. How you gonna get a kiss?”
“Have you seen it?” she challenged.
“Well, no. But I’ve read the Iliad. Didn’t really need to see some bad Hollywood production with pretty boys and some epic instrumental soundtrack. Fuck up a good story, that.”
Tara rolled her eyes and grinned. “You get the popcorn, I’ll set up.”
“Right.” Spike turned, striding off to the kitchen while Tara went to start the movie. She found a note from Dawn taped the DVD player. Apparently Dawn was sleeping over at Janice’s. At least she’d remembered to leave them a note this time.
***
On screen Orlando Bloom was kissing some woman who, in Spike’s not so humble opinion, was not beautiful enough to play Helen. He thought Orlando might have been a better choice for the ‘face that launched a thousand ships.’ “Wow,” he said. “That might actually be the best lesbian kiss I’ve ever seen.”
Tara sighed. “Yeah. He’s so pretty, even I’d do him.”
“Me, too.”
Tara and Spike turned to face each other at the same time. Then they both cracked up.
“Yeah,” Spike said, his breath catching in a hiccup. “No doubt, he is awfully pretty in this movie. The long dress thing. The hair. The lush dick-sucking lips.”
Tara just nodded before grabbing another handful of popcorn.
***
“His cousin, my ass,” Spike sneered.
“What?” Tara looked over at him.
“They,” Spike sniffed as he pointed at Achilles and Patroclus, “were not cousins, love.”
“Oh. Right,” she smiled as Spike raised his eyebrows, tilting his head just so. “Well, you know ...”
“Hollywood.” Spike nodded. “I know how it all works. I’m just saying, why not platonic friends or something? It’s so obvious they should be banging each other.”
“I ... uh ... didn’t know you were so--”
“Vampire, remember?”
Tara nodded, eyes wide and glassy. It took her a few minutes to focus on the movie again.
***
Brad Pitt’s thighs rippled under the edge of his leather miniskirt. Spike and Tara were mesmerized.
“I can’t believe I’m watching this.”
“Good, yeah? Haven’t been in a meaty fight like that in ... ages.”
“Oh ... well ... I meant,” she blushed for probably the millionth time in two hours.
Spike waggled his eyebrows
“I wouldn’t actually--”
“Of course not.”
“He’s a--”
“Man. Right.” Spike nodded, and they went back to watching the movie. A few minutes passed before Spike broke the silence again. “You think Buffy woulda liked me more if I looked that? All beefy and hulked up? Like Angel?” That last part was muttered under his breath, of course.
Tara hit Pause before meeting his gaze. His was steady, prepared for the worst. “I-I-I think ... you should just be y-y-you, Spike. Buffy ... she’s gone. But I think,” she paused and really looked inside him, “I think if she saw you now, she’d like who you’ve become.”
Suddenly uncomfortable, Spike grabbed up the remote. “Enough serious. Back to bad storytelling.” He pressed Play and the battle resumed. “You really think so?” he asked, so soft he didn’t expect an answer.
Tara reached over and squeezed his hand. “You’re a good man, Spike.”
The End