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FIC: Good Luck Charm (Spike/Xander, Mature)  
13th-Jan-2012 04:11 pm
never enough spike
AUTHORS: Salustra and Petxnd
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; PetXnd: petxnd@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Good Luck Charm
RATING: Mature
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
Little ficlet for Friday the 13th- Spike's a bit superstitious...
SUMMARY: Little ficlet for Friday the 13th- Spike's a bit superstitious...
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it’s going.
SPOILERS: None.
CONTENT: Mild slash
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,352 words.



Spike woke up with a start. Well, it was more of a thump as he fell out of bed and hit the floor. "Fuck," he groaned, pulling himself upright and rubbing his sore ass. Then it hit him, what day it was. " Bloody hell," he said. "It's Friday the thirteenth, innit?"

Xander peered sleepily over the side of the bed. "Spike? Watcha doin' down there?" He pulled a quizzical face as Spike rubbed his ass. "I'm not sure what the date is, but yeah it's Friday."

"Oh it's the thirteenth," Spike replied emphatically. "That's it, not leaving the house. In fact, I think I'm hiding under the covers til tomorrow."

Xander blinked at him."You're scared of a number? I thought the Big Bad wasn't scared of anything?" Xander crossed his arms over his chest with an amused smile.

"Friday the thirteenth is bad news for demons. Where do you think you humans got the notion from?" Spike thought for a moment of going to grab his bottle of Jack across the room, looked at a sleep-rumpled naked Xander in bed, decided better of it and crawled back into bed, straddling over Xander's legs.

"I see it doesn't put you off what's important." Xander hooded his eyes and looked at Spike through long, dark lashes.

Spike leaned in, resting his hands against the headboard and planting a slow, lingering kiss on Xander's lips. "Not much does," he said with a chuckle.

"Hmmmm," Xander kissed back."Good." He slid his hands down to Spike's ass and squeezed the firm flesh.

Spike purred and nuzzled Xander's neck. "See, no need to leave the bed today."

"Ah well...No, hold on to that thought, vampire mine, I have to go into work. The boss is expecting the plans for the next part of the project and he can't go on until he has them. I'll have to drop them off. I won't be long though, unless something unexpected comes up."

Spike shuddered a bit as he contemplated the number of possible ways Xander might wander into trouble going to a construction site. Xander could conjure up trouble pretty easily on an average day, and this wasn't an average day. "No way out of it, then?"

"Not really, it's just a quick in and out kind of job." Xander giggled at his inadvertent innuendo. "Just drop off the plans."

Spike groaned. "Awright then, I'm coming along."

Xander blinked at him. "Aww, come on bleachie, there's no need. I'll be half an hour max and don't want you gettin' crispy round the edges."

Spike shook his head. "No. Listen, you're a demon magnet, this is a bad day for demons, the combination doesn't sound promising."

"Well if the demons are having a bad day, I should be ok. Besides I don't beliieve in all that superstition stuff, I walk under ladders all the time."

"I'm going. It's either that or I can chain you to the bed." Spike grinned. "Or we can do both."

Xander looked for a moment as if he was considering the proposition. "First we drop off the plans and then we get out the chains," he grinned.

"Deal," Spike said. He leaned in for another quick kiss.

They managed a shower with a minimum of naughty touching, only by dint of Xander sternly reminding Spike he had to get in to work. Spike had a boding of bad things to come when Xander managed to pop the top off the salt shaker when trying to salt his eggs, but a quick toss averted (he hoped) any bad luck from that. He was in his duster, with black leather gloves and a hoodie to ward off the sun. He as ready, if not eager, to go.

Xander eyed Spike's hoodie. "Jesus, Spike, you look like some gangster rapper." He grasped his car keys. "Come on, Iced Tea, let's go."

"At least you didn't call me Vanilla Ice," Spike responded with a chuckle. They headed outside and there was a bolt of black as a cat sprinted out of the bushes. Spike's eyes widened and he ran and dove, using his superior speed to scoop up the feline. There was only a faint sizzle as the soft morning sunlight briefly touched him. The real pain was the armful of clawing, hissing, biting cat. "Argh!" Spike yowled.

"Spike!" Xander looked around quickly. "What have I told you about kidnapping our neighbors cats for Kitten Poker!"

Spike made a grunting noise as he dropped the cat back over into the neighbor's yard. "Black cat. Path." He gasped out as he ran back and dove into the cover of the car.

Xander scowled, was Spike speaking in some vamp code? Xander tucked the rolled A2 plans under his arm and made his way to the car, put them on the passenger seat and twisted around to face the back. "You ok Spike?"

"Fine. Only minor bleeding." Spike settled back, they kept the back seat rigged for day driving at need. Spike pulled the thick dark blanket over him. "Damned devil cat," he muttered.

"Sooty is not a devil cat. At least he wasn't until you got hold of him. You can explain to Mrs. Mac if he's traumatized," he warned, and started the car. "Only I wanna be there when you do 'cos that old lady is wicked with her walker."

"Hmph." Spike crossed his arms. "Bet she's a witch, and not the good kind."

"Ohhh, a flying walker." Xander giggled.

Spike had to laugh despite himself at the mental image of the old lady hurtling through the sky astride her walker. "All I'm saying is, she makes entirely too much gingerbread."

Xander looked guilty."I like her gingerbread."

"Well, just don't get too near her oven after you eat it. You do make a rather tasty-looking morsel."

"Yeah, I'm a nummy treat." Xander slowed at the lights.

A few minutes later they pulled up to the work site. The weather had started to turn, the clouds getting ominously grey overhead. But that was all the better for Spike. He could get out without immediate danger of smoking or bursting into flame. He fell in beside Xander.

Xander tucked the plans under his arm and put on his canary yellow hard hat, he figured all the hair gell protected Spike. They hurried across the busy site. Men callled his name and waved as he passed.

As they turned a corner, Spike saw the ladder tilted against the side of the building. He grabbed Xander's arm to pull him up short. "Go around, awright? Indulge my superstition just for today?"

Xander looked at him. "Gee Spike, paranoid much? Ok I'll go around." Xander turned back, unware of the two men carrying a large mirror in his path. He started forward.

Spike saw them almost too late. There was only one thing to do, he twirled Xander back around to face him and yanked him in close. There were hoots and catcalls from the other workers as they witnessed the clinch. "Kiss him!" Some of them yelled out.

Xander's yellow hard hat slid sideways and Xander looked at him wide-eyed. "I know you're implusive Spike, but in front of the guys?"

Spike sighed. "You were going to plow into a mirror, silly. But since I have you here..." Spike leaned in for a quick kiss.

Xander puckered up and Spike kissed him. He moved his head back, "I didn't see it."

"That's why you have me." Spike tilted his head and flashed a grin, letting go of Xander.

Xander shook his head. "Thought of you as a lot of things Spike but never good luck."

Spike chuckled. "That's where you're wrong, love. We're each other's good luck charms. Have been since the first time we kissed. Now go on and drop off your plans cos I have plans for you. Wicked ones."

Xander grinned and hurried to the site offices, dropping off the plans without further incident. He didn't hang around. He had a good luck charm waiting and with any luck Spike would let him rub him up the right way.

Comments 
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15th-Jan-2012 06:36 pm (UTC)
Very cute ficlet... and demons can be superstitious? Who knew? ;-)

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