Laundry Confessions
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tamingthemuse .Title:Laundry Confessions
Pairing: Spike/Xander-preslash
Warnings:none
Rating:G
Disclaimer:Spike and Xander sold their souls to me for scooby snacks ;)
There was only so much of this Xander could take. Spike would come over to visit, they’d hang out, watch a movie, talk about the merits of each James Bond and do guys stuff. Usually Xander had a pretty good time, and he thought Spike did too. However, inevitably, after Spike left one of his shirts was gone. In its place would be a solid color, boring shirt instead of one of his beloved brightly colored Hawaiian shirts.
After last night’s Rambo fest, he was down to three. Three!
So that was why he was now outside of Spike’s crypt, ready to confront him about his habit of filching his favorite shirts.
He was ready.
Any minute now.
Finally picking up the courage to knock, he did so carefully. He waited, knocked again a little louder. Again, again, again… until he was just banging on Spike’s door. He opened his mouth to yell Spike’s name.
“Harris!”
Xander squeaked and jumped around. “Geez Spike you scared me!” He clutched his heart for dramatic effect.
“Mind tellin’ me what you’re doing here?” Spike asked.
“Oh, ah…” why was he here again? Oh yeah, the shirts. “You keep stealing my shirts.”
Spike raised his eyebrow. That’s right eyebrow, as in only one of them. That always made him look so cool.
“Don’t give me that look, I know it’s you. I only have three left! They’re my favorite shirts Spike!” Xander shouted and poked at Spike with his index finger.
“I don’t steal your shirts Xander,” he replied. Before Xander could come out with a retort he continued, “I’ve been replacing them.”
“Replacing?” Xander was confused.
“Yeah, soon you won’t have any of those hideous excuses for fabric left.” Spike smirked.
“You mean you’ve been replacing my good shirts with those ugly shirts you’ve been leaving in my closet? Why?” Xander was appalled.
“Cause,” Spike answered succinctly.
“Cause why Spike? You know I love those shirts, why would you do that? Why would take my clothes?”
“Cause they were ugly.”
“Well I don’t think they’re ugly, so who are you to redo my wardrobe, huh? I thought we were friends, but I guess you were just playing some kind of game with me.” Xander went to push past Spike and go home.
Spike didn’t let him, blocking his way when he tried to move forward. “Xander, we are friends.”
“Friends don’t steal each other’s clothes and pretend they’re doing it for their own good. Friends accept each other for who they are, stupid looking clothes and all.”
“I know Xander, I’m sorry. I just…” he trailed off and gazed at the ground.
“Just what?” Xander prompted.
“I like you. And with my eyesight, I honestly can’t stand looking at you in those bright shirts. I’m a vampire, bright colors mean easy prey, and I don’t want to see you that way.” Spike confessed.
“Oh.” Xander was shocked; Spike didn’t want to see him as prey? That must mean he didn’t want to eat him. “Well, maybe we can work something out.”
Spike looked up at him and smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, but I still want my other shirts back.”
“Sure,” Spike grinned, “If you can find ‘em.”
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Date: 2009-03-15 07:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2009-03-15 06:35 am (UTC)I agree with
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Date: 2009-03-15 07:40 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting :)
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Date: 2009-03-15 08:18 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing this great fic. But hey, it's much, much toooooo short and I would love to read more of this.
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Date: 2009-03-15 07:42 pm (UTC)More probably won't be coming, I have a bunch of ideas in my head right now but none of them will sit still long enough for me to write them!
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Date: 2009-03-15 08:26 am (UTC)“Sure,” Spike grinned, “If you can find ‘em.”
I so can see Spike here wraggling his eyebrow.
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Date: 2009-03-15 08:37 am (UTC)A great stand-alone or the opening chapter of something longer.
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Date: 2009-03-15 03:52 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Bwahhhhhhaha ;p.
Date: 2009-03-16 11:11 pm (UTC)Re: Bwahhhhhhaha ;p.
Date: 2009-03-16 11:34 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting :)
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