Exercising my writing muscles: Drabble 2/5
For aeb. The prompts:
Taste: chocolate-peppermint
Sound: "Mreaow?"
Mood: wistful
Rest of senses: a fuzzy on top/silky beneath black and white toy cat stuffed with bead-like buckwheat, who smells of lavender.
Nimble fingers stroking the fuzzy back of the little toy cat, Spike sighed wistfully. It was all good and well, he knew Xander had to earn some money to at least keep up the facade of honourable citizen, but did his job *have* to include working overtime? When Spike was waiting for him at home, all warm from lying on the heating blanket all day, mouth still tingling and tasting of peppermint and chocolate from the After Dinner mints he had indulged in?
Another heartfelt sigh rose from his chest as he lifted the black and white toy to his nose to inhale the gentle lavender scent. A gift from Xander, something to ease his often troubled sleep, he had said.
"Mreaow?"
Spike looked at the black and white real-life copy of the toy that strolled into the bedroom.
"Hey Damon, you miss him too, don't you? Think we can convince him to sod being an upstanding citizen and just stay at home with us all the time? No? Yeah well, I wish hunting demons at night would qualify as an actual job..."
He patted the bed and Damon jumped right next to him, snuggling into his lap and purring with satisfaction. Chuckling at the image of feline bliss, Spike cuddled the blanket closer around all of them. nothing to do but wait for Xander to come home now.
And for another go at convincing his lover to stay home, or at least give up overtime. Not that he expected to be successful, but seeing how much sex it took for Xander to be so out of it that he would agree to almost anything was half the fun, wasn't it?
Taste: chocolate-peppermint
Sound: "Mreaow?"
Mood: wistful
Rest of senses: a fuzzy on top/silky beneath black and white toy cat stuffed with bead-like buckwheat, who smells of lavender.
Nimble fingers stroking the fuzzy back of the little toy cat, Spike sighed wistfully. It was all good and well, he knew Xander had to earn some money to at least keep up the facade of honourable citizen, but did his job *have* to include working overtime? When Spike was waiting for him at home, all warm from lying on the heating blanket all day, mouth still tingling and tasting of peppermint and chocolate from the After Dinner mints he had indulged in?
Another heartfelt sigh rose from his chest as he lifted the black and white toy to his nose to inhale the gentle lavender scent. A gift from Xander, something to ease his often troubled sleep, he had said.
"Mreaow?"
Spike looked at the black and white real-life copy of the toy that strolled into the bedroom.
"Hey Damon, you miss him too, don't you? Think we can convince him to sod being an upstanding citizen and just stay at home with us all the time? No? Yeah well, I wish hunting demons at night would qualify as an actual job..."
He patted the bed and Damon jumped right next to him, snuggling into his lap and purring with satisfaction. Chuckling at the image of feline bliss, Spike cuddled the blanket closer around all of them. nothing to do but wait for Xander to come home now.
And for another go at convincing his lover to stay home, or at least give up overtime. Not that he expected to be successful, but seeing how much sex it took for Xander to be so out of it that he would agree to almost anything was half the fun, wasn't it?