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Drabble One: Time Bomb: Buffy finds out more than anyone wanted to know.
Rating: R for naughty language
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing, don't sue
Drabble Two: Pop Rocks: Spike says "No!"
Rating: PG at most
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing, don't sue. Actually I'm not sure that this one hasn't already been done. It popped into my brain fully formed, but I really hope I'm not stealing it from someone. If I am, let me know and I will take it away, promise.
One: Time Bomb
Buffy’s face was such an unpleasant shade of red Xander knew she’d implode if she wasn’t careful. Her head swung back and forth between the two of them in a way that reminded Xander of those wall-clock cats. They’d always creeped him out.
“You’re fucking my Watcher?”
“Actually he’s fucking me.”
Giles choked on his drink, Buffy’s face got redder and Xander just knew this wasn’t going to end well. There was a time bomb ticking, he could feel it. Tick…tick…
“And I‘ll be fuckin‘ both of them when you get your boney arse gone.”
Ah, there it was.
Two: Pop Rocks
It came out sounding more like; “Buth Thire!” Xander hadn’t quite gotten used to talking through his fangs. God help him, Spike thought it was cute. Not that he’d ever tell his childe that.
“I said no. Not another word about it, or I’ll tan your hide so you don’t sit for a week.”
The gleam that appeared in Xander’s eyes told Spike he was going to have revise his idea of “punishment.”
“What part of no don’t you understand? You cannot have a sip of Niblet to see if she tastes like Pop Rocks!”