Advent Drabble #12 (Spike/Ethan)
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estepheiaBtVS/AtS - Spike/Ethan - slash, PG13 - post-NFA (set in the "I Spy"-verse; all you need to know is that Ethan is blind and owns a pub in London, and Spike is a little more than a fuck buddy)
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rayne_y_daze (who asked for a tender holiday moment)
*cough* 'Tender' is not really what comes to my mind when I think of Spike/Ethan. This is as tender as it gets... I guess after all the angst of the last few drabbles I owed you guys something a little cuter...
Old Habits Die Hard
"Makes you wanna barf." Ethan frowns at the jukebox that’s blaring sugar-coated holiday tunes.
Spike nods, even though Ethan can’t see him. Old habits die hard. “Dru was really into the whole Christmas caboodle, expected prezzies by the cartload. Stress, stress, stress.”
“What if on Boxing day all the roasted turkeys were to tap dance on the tables?”
“Eraserhead style?”
“Bouncier. Lord of the Dance with gravy.”
A feral, gleeful note creeps into Spike’s voice. “Could you really do that?”
“Not anymore,” Ethan lies and sips his ale to hide a wicked grin.
That’s Spike’s Christmas prezzie taken care of.
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rayne_y_daze (who asked for a tender holiday moment)*cough* 'Tender' is not really what comes to my mind when I think of Spike/Ethan. This is as tender as it gets... I guess after all the angst of the last few drabbles I owed you guys something a little cuter...
Old Habits Die Hard
"Makes you wanna barf." Ethan frowns at the jukebox that’s blaring sugar-coated holiday tunes.
Spike nods, even though Ethan can’t see him. Old habits die hard. “Dru was really into the whole Christmas caboodle, expected prezzies by the cartload. Stress, stress, stress.”
“What if on Boxing day all the roasted turkeys were to tap dance on the tables?”
“Eraserhead style?”
“Bouncier. Lord of the Dance with gravy.”
A feral, gleeful note creeps into Spike’s voice. “Could you really do that?”
“Not anymore,” Ethan lies and sips his ale to hide a wicked grin.
That’s Spike’s Christmas prezzie taken care of.
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Date: 2005-12-12 09:53 am (UTC)Excellent drabble! I so enjoyed reading :)
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Date: 2005-12-12 10:18 am (UTC)Woo Hoo wonderful!
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Date: 2005-12-12 12:40 pm (UTC)Gina
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Date: 2005-12-12 01:34 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2005-12-12 04:01 pm (UTC):o)
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Date: 2005-12-12 08:02 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-12-13 03:25 am (UTC)And that last line - just perfect. In my world, with those two? That's practically schmoopy :-)
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Date: 2005-12-13 05:27 pm (UTC)