Fic: Drabbles for fall_for_sx, batch 4
I'd intended to drag things out a bit more, but my shoulder and neck have decided to gang up on me, so I shall crawl into bed in a minute with a warm cherry stone puillow and hope the bloody muscles relax.
but before I do that, here is the fourth and last batch of drabbles:
For darkhavens: ticking
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick… the sudden silence woke Xander and he sat up in bed, staring into the darkness.
All was still, not a noise from his bed partner or the house.
For a moment, he feared Spike was dead.
Then he mentally slapped himself. Of course Spike was dead. Vampire, after al.
He was worrying nonetheless, unsure what woke him.
"Stop frett'ng, Xander. Bloody clock stopped working 's all…" Spike mumbled sleepily from where his face was smushed into the pillow. A cool hand wrapped around Xander's wrist, pulling him close. "'s alrigh', Xander, go back to sleep…"
He sighed, but snuggled close… and slept.
For drusillas_rain: crackling fire
Spike stretched luxuriously as he basked in the welcoming heat from the open fireplace. He knew Xander worried, but the feel of the fire's natural heat on his bare skin was just too tempting.
He closed his eyes, hearing the crackling and hissing as the wood turned to ashes, and then the soft creaking of wooden floor boards.
His eyes opened, and he grinned up at his lover, golden fire glow bathing him in its warmth as well.
For sunnyd_lite: tv infomercial
The fact that Xander had fallen asleep with infomercials still blaring from the TV told Spike exactly how exhausted his lover was. He understood that Xander felt he needed to step in and help support Dawn and Buffy, but sometimes he thought that they would profit more from Xander being actually there and awake instead of running himself ragged.
Sighing, because he knew he'd never change his lover, Spike gently lifted him off the couch and carried him to bed.
Looked like it was time to call in a few dues from his Sire.
For tempestsreach: wind round the corners of a house
The wind whistling around the corner of the house stirred the leaves on the trees, making them hiss and rustle in the darkness.
Spike stood completely motionless on the other side, watching, waiting, observing.
When a door opened suddenly, warm, welcoming light spilling out into the street, he jumped.
He almost couldn't believe it when a warm voice called him in.
But he didn't hesitate even for a second, crossing the street with quick steps.
Xander closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold for good.
For tsugath: rain hitting a rooftop, a train horn, a pop tab opening a can of cola
A train honked in the distance as Spike and Xander ducked into the hotel. It was simple, just one level and not many rooms, but it was more than enough for them this evening.
The rain clattered hard onto the roof, and as soon as they reached their room, they hurried to shed their soaked clothes. As Spike hurried through to the bathroom to turn on the shower, Xander rummaged through his bag, finally finding the can of coke he remembered buying earlier.
The can opened with a hiss as he pulled on the tab, and he closed his eyes as the first rush of sugar hit his system.
Then the can was forgotten as Spike called for him from the shower.
but before I do that, here is the fourth and last batch of drabbles:
For darkhavens: ticking
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick… the sudden silence woke Xander and he sat up in bed, staring into the darkness.
All was still, not a noise from his bed partner or the house.
For a moment, he feared Spike was dead.
Then he mentally slapped himself. Of course Spike was dead. Vampire, after al.
He was worrying nonetheless, unsure what woke him.
"Stop frett'ng, Xander. Bloody clock stopped working 's all…" Spike mumbled sleepily from where his face was smushed into the pillow. A cool hand wrapped around Xander's wrist, pulling him close. "'s alrigh', Xander, go back to sleep…"
He sighed, but snuggled close… and slept.
For drusillas_rain: crackling fire
Spike stretched luxuriously as he basked in the welcoming heat from the open fireplace. He knew Xander worried, but the feel of the fire's natural heat on his bare skin was just too tempting.
He closed his eyes, hearing the crackling and hissing as the wood turned to ashes, and then the soft creaking of wooden floor boards.
His eyes opened, and he grinned up at his lover, golden fire glow bathing him in its warmth as well.
For sunnyd_lite: tv infomercial
The fact that Xander had fallen asleep with infomercials still blaring from the TV told Spike exactly how exhausted his lover was. He understood that Xander felt he needed to step in and help support Dawn and Buffy, but sometimes he thought that they would profit more from Xander being actually there and awake instead of running himself ragged.
Sighing, because he knew he'd never change his lover, Spike gently lifted him off the couch and carried him to bed.
Looked like it was time to call in a few dues from his Sire.
For tempestsreach: wind round the corners of a house
The wind whistling around the corner of the house stirred the leaves on the trees, making them hiss and rustle in the darkness.
Spike stood completely motionless on the other side, watching, waiting, observing.
When a door opened suddenly, warm, welcoming light spilling out into the street, he jumped.
He almost couldn't believe it when a warm voice called him in.
But he didn't hesitate even for a second, crossing the street with quick steps.
Xander closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold for good.
For tsugath: rain hitting a rooftop, a train horn, a pop tab opening a can of cola
A train honked in the distance as Spike and Xander ducked into the hotel. It was simple, just one level and not many rooms, but it was more than enough for them this evening.
The rain clattered hard onto the roof, and as soon as they reached their room, they hurried to shed their soaked clothes. As Spike hurried through to the bathroom to turn on the shower, Xander rummaged through his bag, finally finding the can of coke he remembered buying earlier.
The can opened with a hiss as he pulled on the tab, and he closed his eyes as the first rush of sugar hit his system.
Then the can was forgotten as Spike called for him from the shower.