Birthday ficlet for Bethy!
Jun. 15th, 2007 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wesleysgirlTeeny little ficlet for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bethynyc's birthday. :-)
"Is this our flat?" Giles asked, frowning in confusion.
Spike sighed and manuevered him inside, kicking the door shut behind him. "Yeah," he said.
"Are you sure? I'm all mixed up." Giles bent over suddenly and Spike had to grab onto him again to keep him from landing on his face. "It doesn't look familiar."
"That'd be because you took too much cold medicine," Spike told him. "Warned you not to take more than what it said on the bottle, didn't I?"
"Did you?" Giles looked at him and grinned broadly. "I suppose I didn't listen?"
Spike dug the bottle out of Giles' coat pocket and held it up. "What do you think?" The bottle was half empty.
"I don't seem to be thinking much of anything," Giles admitted. He didn't fight Spike when he walked him over to the sofa and made him sit down. Kneeling, Spike started to untie his shoes.
"Not to worry," Spike said. "We'll get you up to bed; by morning you'll be right as rain."
"Bed sounds nice," Giles agreed. He reached out and touched Spike's face -- Spike glanced up at him, saw his eyes, dark and hopeful. "Will you come with me?"
"'Course," Spike said gruffly. "What did you think I was going to do, sleep down here?"
Giles fumbled for the front of Spike's shirt and tugged, and Spike went along with it because he thought if he didn't Giles would end up on the floor. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that he craved Giles' warmth and touch. He slid an arm around Giles' waist and hung on, inhaling the scent of him, artificial flavorings and all. "Or we could both stay down here," Giles murmured, turning his head and nuzzling Spike's ear.
"Be more comfortable upstairs." But Giles' hand was already sliding into the front of Spike's jeans, his mouth capturing Spike's in a deep kiss, and Spike didn't really care where they slept.
bethynyc's birthday. :-)"Is this our flat?" Giles asked, frowning in confusion.
Spike sighed and manuevered him inside, kicking the door shut behind him. "Yeah," he said.
"Are you sure? I'm all mixed up." Giles bent over suddenly and Spike had to grab onto him again to keep him from landing on his face. "It doesn't look familiar."
"That'd be because you took too much cold medicine," Spike told him. "Warned you not to take more than what it said on the bottle, didn't I?"
"Did you?" Giles looked at him and grinned broadly. "I suppose I didn't listen?"
Spike dug the bottle out of Giles' coat pocket and held it up. "What do you think?" The bottle was half empty.
"I don't seem to be thinking much of anything," Giles admitted. He didn't fight Spike when he walked him over to the sofa and made him sit down. Kneeling, Spike started to untie his shoes.
"Not to worry," Spike said. "We'll get you up to bed; by morning you'll be right as rain."
"Bed sounds nice," Giles agreed. He reached out and touched Spike's face -- Spike glanced up at him, saw his eyes, dark and hopeful. "Will you come with me?"
"'Course," Spike said gruffly. "What did you think I was going to do, sleep down here?"
Giles fumbled for the front of Spike's shirt and tugged, and Spike went along with it because he thought if he didn't Giles would end up on the floor. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that he craved Giles' warmth and touch. He slid an arm around Giles' waist and hung on, inhaling the scent of him, artificial flavorings and all. "Or we could both stay down here," Giles murmured, turning his head and nuzzling Spike's ear.
"Be more comfortable upstairs." But Giles' hand was already sliding into the front of Spike's jeans, his mouth capturing Spike's in a deep kiss, and Spike didn't really care where they slept.
