FIC - Wonders Of His Love
Title: Wonders Of His Love
Pairing: Wesley/Spike
Rating: PG-13 for boykissing.
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Spike wants to see Wesley in the holiday spirit. Major schmoop warning. Please try not to be too shocked that I wrote something with no porn.
A/N: written for noel_of_spike
Wesley rolled his eyes and let out a particularly long sigh that broadcasted “Woe is me” throughout their flat.
“Honestly, Spike? You want to participate in celebrating the birth of Christ? Where did this come from?”
They hadn’t been together like this last year, so Spike was patient, he knew Wesley was unaware of his love of all things Christmassy.
“It’s not about Jesus, luv. It’s about lights and presents and eggnog and sitting at a reasonably safe distance in front of a fire and..well…this!”, he gestured toward the tree he’d hauled up three flights of stairs. He’d put the tree in a stand and made sure it was perfectly straight before Wesley had woken up, grumpy, as a result of the ruckus.
Wesley wasn’t a big fan of celebrating religious holidays, or of being awoken at such a ridiculous hour, but the look on his lover’s face was impossible to resist. Warily, he eyed the plastic bags covering half the floor of their living room.
“So I suppose you’d like to decorate this tree, is that right?”
“Hell yes I want to decorate the tree, I didn’t drag the sodding thing all the way up here just to leave it naked!”
“And those bags, you’ve clearly been shopping. You must have been squirrelling away money for months”, Wes replied, deadpan, knowing full well that was not the case.
“So I may have borrowed one of your credit cards. I didn’t think you’d mind. Seeing as how it’s Christmas and all”, Spike answered, flashing a wicked grin at Wesley.
“Neither of us are Christians, darling, I don’t understand…”
Spike cut him off there. “I already told you, this isn’t about religion. It’s Christmas, and there’s not any snow or anything, the least we can do is make ourselves a pretty tree, yeah?”
Wesley couldn’t help catching on to Spike’s enthusiasm. When he got all excited about something, he could bat his lashes and get Wes to do almost anything. “All right, well, I guess we’d better get started, then. You’ll be asleep in another hour or two.”
“No chance. I’m too excited to sleep”, Spike replied as he started emptying the shopping bags filled with lights, ornaments, tinsel, and candy canes. Of course candy canes. “Look what else I got!!” Spike pulled one of those cartons of pre-made eggnog from the fridge and held it up with a grin, pouring two glasses and breaking out a bottle of Jamaican rum.
“I’ll take mine without the booze, Spike, I prefer not to get blitzed before 5am if I can help it.” Wesley watched as Spike mixed his own drink and handed Wes his unaltered glass.
They got to work quickly, Spike stringing the lights together and weaving them around the tree, sucking on the end of a candy cane the whole time. Not even the plain white lights, either, the blinking multi-colored lights, so bright and garish and attention-getting, they were like a symbol of everything that Spike was.
Once the lights were arranged to Spike’s satisfaction, they worked together hanging the round red and green and gold ornaments, as well as a few snowmen and sleighs and reindeer. Wesley found himself enjoying the festivities; Spike’s excitement seemed to be contagious. They playfully hung the ornaments, stopping every now and then to kiss or take a sip of eggnog. By the time they were finished, Wesley and Spike were both laughing, completely caught up in the holiday spirit and of course, in each other.
“Almost done now, Wes, just need one last thing”, Spike said as he removed a box from the last bag on the floor. He held it up like it was a championship trophy - a glowing white star to be used as a tree-topper. “You put it up, okay?”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? Don’t you want to do it yourself?”
“No, I want to see you do it. Please?”
“Of course, yes, you know I will. I can’t remember the last time you were this excited over anything”, Wesley replied, chuckling.
“So you forgot about that night when you got out the-“
“Yeah, you were excited about that, but not like this. It’s bloody adorable.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Adorable? Really?”, he asked, trying to rein in his childlike enthusiasm with a forced tough-guy scowl.
“Yes, adorable, and beautiful and happy and I love every bit of it.”
This seemed to placate Spike for a moment, though he still insisted that Wesley’s choice of adjective was inaccurate.
Wes was right, though, by the time he’d leaned up to place the star on top of the tree, Spike was fading. “Off to bed with you, darling. I’ll just…”, looking around the living room, “tidy up.” There was tinsel and plastic wrap everywhere.
Spike kissed him as passionately as his exhaustion allowed, and made his way to their bedroom. Before he put on his pot of tea, Wes unplugged the lights.
On Christmas morning, Spike woke Wesley before the sun had come up and coaxed him out to the living room. He was a little nervous, since their relationship wasn’t exactly long-term at this point, even though they lived together. “I got you a present. And I didn’t even use one of your credit cards to buy it.” He handed Wes a small wrapped box without meeting his eyes.
Wesley was stunned into silence as he stared down at the open box after he’d discarded the wrapping. It was a thick silver ring, titanium by the weight of it. It had been long enough without a response that Spike began to think he’d made a mistake. “You don’t have to wear it or anything, it’s not like”
“Spike, I love it. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” His words were almost a whisper, reverent and loving. “And before you get to thinking I don’t want to wear it, how about if you open your present now?”
Of course, Spike already knew it was there, under the tree, he’d shaken it and smelled it and weighed it in his hands trying unsuccessfully to guess what it was. Opening the box, his eyes welled up with tears (which he would deny until the end of time) and he pulled Wesley into an intense embrace. Inside the box was a plain silver band almost identical to the one he’d gotten for Wes.
Once he regained his composure, Spike handed his gift to Wesley and asked Wesley to hand his back to Spike. “Let’s put them on each other, yeah?”
There was no way Wes could say no. He took the ring and slid it over the fourth finger of Spike’s left hand as Spike did the same with Wesley’s ring. They both took just a moment to recognize the significance of this gesture, and Wesley cupped Spike’s cheek with his hand, wiping away the few stray tears left on his face.
“Happy Christmas, my love.”
“Happy Christmas, Wesley.”
Pairing: Wesley/Spike
Rating: PG-13 for boykissing.
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Spike wants to see Wesley in the holiday spirit. Major schmoop warning. Please try not to be too shocked that I wrote something with no porn.
A/N: written for noel_of_spike
Wesley rolled his eyes and let out a particularly long sigh that broadcasted “Woe is me” throughout their flat.
“Honestly, Spike? You want to participate in celebrating the birth of Christ? Where did this come from?”
They hadn’t been together like this last year, so Spike was patient, he knew Wesley was unaware of his love of all things Christmassy.
“It’s not about Jesus, luv. It’s about lights and presents and eggnog and sitting at a reasonably safe distance in front of a fire and..well…this!”, he gestured toward the tree he’d hauled up three flights of stairs. He’d put the tree in a stand and made sure it was perfectly straight before Wesley had woken up, grumpy, as a result of the ruckus.
Wesley wasn’t a big fan of celebrating religious holidays, or of being awoken at such a ridiculous hour, but the look on his lover’s face was impossible to resist. Warily, he eyed the plastic bags covering half the floor of their living room.
“So I suppose you’d like to decorate this tree, is that right?”
“Hell yes I want to decorate the tree, I didn’t drag the sodding thing all the way up here just to leave it naked!”
“And those bags, you’ve clearly been shopping. You must have been squirrelling away money for months”, Wes replied, deadpan, knowing full well that was not the case.
“So I may have borrowed one of your credit cards. I didn’t think you’d mind. Seeing as how it’s Christmas and all”, Spike answered, flashing a wicked grin at Wesley.
“Neither of us are Christians, darling, I don’t understand…”
Spike cut him off there. “I already told you, this isn’t about religion. It’s Christmas, and there’s not any snow or anything, the least we can do is make ourselves a pretty tree, yeah?”
Wesley couldn’t help catching on to Spike’s enthusiasm. When he got all excited about something, he could bat his lashes and get Wes to do almost anything. “All right, well, I guess we’d better get started, then. You’ll be asleep in another hour or two.”
“No chance. I’m too excited to sleep”, Spike replied as he started emptying the shopping bags filled with lights, ornaments, tinsel, and candy canes. Of course candy canes. “Look what else I got!!” Spike pulled one of those cartons of pre-made eggnog from the fridge and held it up with a grin, pouring two glasses and breaking out a bottle of Jamaican rum.
“I’ll take mine without the booze, Spike, I prefer not to get blitzed before 5am if I can help it.” Wesley watched as Spike mixed his own drink and handed Wes his unaltered glass.
They got to work quickly, Spike stringing the lights together and weaving them around the tree, sucking on the end of a candy cane the whole time. Not even the plain white lights, either, the blinking multi-colored lights, so bright and garish and attention-getting, they were like a symbol of everything that Spike was.
Once the lights were arranged to Spike’s satisfaction, they worked together hanging the round red and green and gold ornaments, as well as a few snowmen and sleighs and reindeer. Wesley found himself enjoying the festivities; Spike’s excitement seemed to be contagious. They playfully hung the ornaments, stopping every now and then to kiss or take a sip of eggnog. By the time they were finished, Wesley and Spike were both laughing, completely caught up in the holiday spirit and of course, in each other.
“Almost done now, Wes, just need one last thing”, Spike said as he removed a box from the last bag on the floor. He held it up like it was a championship trophy - a glowing white star to be used as a tree-topper. “You put it up, okay?”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? Don’t you want to do it yourself?”
“No, I want to see you do it. Please?”
“Of course, yes, you know I will. I can’t remember the last time you were this excited over anything”, Wesley replied, chuckling.
“So you forgot about that night when you got out the-“
“Yeah, you were excited about that, but not like this. It’s bloody adorable.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Adorable? Really?”, he asked, trying to rein in his childlike enthusiasm with a forced tough-guy scowl.
“Yes, adorable, and beautiful and happy and I love every bit of it.”
This seemed to placate Spike for a moment, though he still insisted that Wesley’s choice of adjective was inaccurate.
Wes was right, though, by the time he’d leaned up to place the star on top of the tree, Spike was fading. “Off to bed with you, darling. I’ll just…”, looking around the living room, “tidy up.” There was tinsel and plastic wrap everywhere.
Spike kissed him as passionately as his exhaustion allowed, and made his way to their bedroom. Before he put on his pot of tea, Wes unplugged the lights.
On Christmas morning, Spike woke Wesley before the sun had come up and coaxed him out to the living room. He was a little nervous, since their relationship wasn’t exactly long-term at this point, even though they lived together. “I got you a present. And I didn’t even use one of your credit cards to buy it.” He handed Wes a small wrapped box without meeting his eyes.
Wesley was stunned into silence as he stared down at the open box after he’d discarded the wrapping. It was a thick silver ring, titanium by the weight of it. It had been long enough without a response that Spike began to think he’d made a mistake. “You don’t have to wear it or anything, it’s not like”
“Spike, I love it. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” His words were almost a whisper, reverent and loving. “And before you get to thinking I don’t want to wear it, how about if you open your present now?”
Of course, Spike already knew it was there, under the tree, he’d shaken it and smelled it and weighed it in his hands trying unsuccessfully to guess what it was. Opening the box, his eyes welled up with tears (which he would deny until the end of time) and he pulled Wesley into an intense embrace. Inside the box was a plain silver band almost identical to the one he’d gotten for Wes.
Once he regained his composure, Spike handed his gift to Wesley and asked Wesley to hand his back to Spike. “Let’s put them on each other, yeah?”
There was no way Wes could say no. He took the ring and slid it over the fourth finger of Spike’s left hand as Spike did the same with Wesley’s ring. They both took just a moment to recognize the significance of this gesture, and Wesley cupped Spike’s cheek with his hand, wiping away the few stray tears left on his face.
“Happy Christmas, my love.”
“Happy Christmas, Wesley.”