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A Consort's Holiday

TITLE: A Consort's Holiday 8/26
AUTHOR: BmblBee
PARING: S/X
RATING : Very Adult
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in
this story and make no money
off anything including
any products named.
SUMMARY: This story is a follow-up to
"What Happens In Vegas"

The newly mated couple decide
to take a little holiday.

Genre: Comedy.





Xander had spent enough time in hospitals to know they all
had several family waiting rooms and after all, he definitely
was waiting, so a big breakfast, a soft couch, and he would
return to claim his property later. Yep, an infallible plan.

Sticking his hands in his pocket, Xander turned happily
and walked off in search of a cup of coffee and some
sugary goodness.

Retracing his steps back up the hallways and ramps,
Xander chuckled as he passed the restroom he had
used earlier only to find it blocked off with big
"DO NOT USE. AREA BEING CLEANED." signs.

He puffed with pride.
No one could ever question whether or not Xander Harris
had left his mark on the world.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Xander located
the coffee shop on the main floor and relaxed back with a
large hot breakfast, several cups of black caffeine, and
bought couple donuts to go.

After scanning the information board in the lobby, he
decided his best bet was the surgery floor. After all some
of those operations could last for hours. No one would
notice a person waiting quietly and catching a wink or two.

Xander settled in on a large overstuffed sofa. Glancing
around the room he saw other people huddled in groups
and talking quietly amongst themselves.

He scooted to the side.
For some reason he just couldn't get comfortable.
Something was missing.

'Well, hell.' Xander knew what was missing.
He missed that fuckin' vampire.
He shifted his weight to the other butt cheek and mumbled

"I got half a notion to kick his ass for this. How dare he get
me hooked on the big butt sex and post fuck cuddle then
leave me alone. Damn him. Hope he's alright."

Xander looked so miserable he didn't notice the little
old lady working her way over to him. Patting him
on the shoulder she sat down beside him.
"Don't worry dear. I'm sure who ever you are here for
will be just fine."

Xander couldn't help himself. He put his feet up and leaned
his head on her ample breast for comfort.
He finally dozed off to the feel of his head being lightly petted.

Waking slowly several hours later, Xander looked around him
to find little had changed. The older lady who was comforting
him had gone but other families had taken her place.
Everything was quiet.
Some people read, some prayed. All, like him, were just here
to wait.

Xander checked his watch and was surprised to see that it
was early afternoon.
He decided to grab a bite, take a pee, and drop down to the
First National Bank of Transylvania for his withdrawal. If he
was lucky, they might give him a toaster with his account.

Returning to the diner, he dove into a heart clogging double
cheese burger and fries.
'Guess the hospital is drumming up new business.'
He washed it down with a diet coke, had to watch the weight,
and slapped a ten on the counter.

Following his path from earlier, Xander retraced his steps and
again found himself in the lowest level of the bustling hub
of healing activity.

Everything was just as before.
Right down to the orderly sucking presumably the same
tooth pick.

"Rick, my buddy. I'm here for my property. Hope he
hasn't tried to turn anyone while I was gone. Ha ha."

Rick slid his chair loudly back away from his desk and rose
slowly. "Drawer 23. I'm going to supper and I want you
both gone when I get back."

Pausing at the double doors, Rick turned with an odd smile
on his face.
"How do you know I ain't already been turned?"
And he was gone.
Xander stood with his hands on his hips.
"Wow. Issues much?"

Wandering down the wall, he watched the numbers.
"23. 23. 23, ah, there you are."
He turned the handle and pulled. The door was attached
to a long stainless steel table that slid out smoothly.
And there he was.

What the fuck? Why was he naked?
Xander rushed to the doorway and yelled up the hall.
"Rick you prick, my property had better not be interfered with!"

Xander returned quickly to the figure lying flat on his back,
hands folded across his chest, covered only with a small
hand towel over his genitals.

He stood to the side and just took the time to look.
They hadn't been together all that long and it still amazed him
whenever he saw Spike's body in all it's perfection.
Strong as steel and smooth as silk.

He knew Spike could have anyone he wanted. Man or
woman.
"You chose me."

He whispered quietly as he stepped closer to the sleeping
vampire.
"You chose me and you bit me. I belong to you Spike.
Just like you belong to me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Pet."
Xander looked up into Spike's smiling face.

Xander went to him, reaching out to place his hand on Spike's
chest. The instant skin touched skin, Xander snatched his
hand back

"Shit! You feel like ice!"
Xander's face lit up like a 1000 watt light bulb.
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