Paring: What else? S/X of course.
Rating: Adult for language and M/M activity.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to the Bee.
and she makes no money off them, or anything else. The Bee is broke.
Summary: The Rosebud Murders took an emotional toll on
everyone involved. Is love enough for a happily ever after or does
it take a hell of a lot of work and compromise to build a life together?
Spike and Xander struggle to find out.
Thanks to Petxnd for the lovely banner
Buffy was walking on cloud 9. She had woken up early
this morning with the feeling that something wonderful was
going to happen today.
She had enjoyed a long leisurely soapy clit shower and had
sat down with a cup of coffee and the morning paper before
she had to dress and leave for work. She always read the
horoscopes, the funnies and the fashion page.
She snorted at the people who considered her ignorant.
This was one of those feelings that she couldn't explain or find
reason for but she knew she was right. Her best grey pants suit
was back from the cleaners, that handsome Riley Finn had called
for a second date, and the adorable shoes she had her eye on down
at Sears went on sale today.
There was just one more test.
Quickly, Buffy dressed and brushed her hair. She cautiously stepped
in front of her floor length three paneled mirror and lifted the tail of
A delighted squeal pierced the air as she spun in circles.
"YES! I'm having a good butt day AND a good hair day! I knew it!
That's like the alignment of the planets. It only happens once in a
fucking lifetime and it is happening today! Nothing can go wrong!"
Buffy skipped around her apartment, collecting her smiley faced name
tag, pink cell phone and "Sunny Weather Girl" shoulder bag.
She locked the door and sailed down steps to her car and her destiny.
"Ohhhh." Spike groaned and rolled over on his side. Every muscle in his
back and legs ached from the various positions Xander had bent him in.
By the third time they fucked, he was actually beginning to wonder if Xander
knew the name of a good chiropractor, just in case.
His ass, already sore and too tender to touch would no doubt regret the
extra hot sauce Spike had dipped those buffalo wings in. But that was a
concern for later. Hopefully, much later.
Squinting at the bed side clock he could see that it was already after 7am
and he really needed to get moving. The paperwork from last night's
arrest and the case against Mindy Greene required more immediate
Sitting up, Spike attempted to carefully climb over Xander's body and
out of bed to take a shower. With one leg over, Xander opened an eye and
"No, Spike. I will not fuck you this morning. You broke my dick and it
needs time to repair itself."
Spike chuckled and leaned down for a kiss. Apparently Xander's lips were
still functioning as he immediately gripped Spike's hips and pulled him closer,
deepening the kiss. His cock twitched between them causing them both to
pull back slightly and look down at the ailing patient who was apparently not
ready to be coded as DOA just yet.
Spike laughed and jumped out of bed.
"Nope! You sex fiend, you. I cannot be enticed again. Some of
us have work to go to."
Picking up the rumpled suit and shirt he wore yesterday, Spike
crinkled his nose as he sniffed them.
"In the closet."
Spike looked at the direction Xander was pointing and when he
opened the door he was stunned to see all his suits, shirts, and jeans
neatly hung in a row.
Next to it was a dresser full of boxers, socks and undershirts. It was
obvious Xander had taken great care and love to organize everything
just the way Spike liked it.
Dropping the wrinkled clothes in his hands, Spike rushed back to the
bed and threw himself down, rolling up in the blankets and Xander's
arms as he kissed and nuzzled, whispering his heart felt apologies.
"I'm so sorry for the way I acted. I don't know why you put up with
me but I'm so glad you do. I was such a jerk. I talked terribly to
you and your friends. I was just feeling like shit and I guess I wanted
you to feel the same. I promise I will make it up to you and to them.
I love you Xander."
Xander flopped them over till he was firmly planted on top.
"Life is always going to hand us challenges and rough times, Spike, but
from now on we face them all together. Understand? Individually
we can be knocked down. Together we are strong as a rock."
Spike looked into the deep brown eyes above him and could feel the
truth of that statement. He nodded and smiled. Just as he was beginning
to consider going in late and seeing if he couldn't try a little resuscitation
on the patient, Xander rolled off and burrowed back under the covers.
"Good, now, go to work. I'm going back to sleep."
Spike chuckled, headed for the bathroom, and did as he was told.
It promised to be an excellent day.
Buffy zipped into the first handicapped parking space she could find and
hung her "Press" tag on the rear view mirror. Humming a happy tune, she
jerked open the heavy glass door and breezed to the receptionists desk.
Without looking up, Monica handed the ditsy blond a yellow post it note
and returned to her Harlequin Romance novel where Biff was about
to sweep Charlotte away to the cliffs of Dover and ravage her virginity.
The memo read:
"Miss Summers, report to the General Manager immediately upon arrival".
Buffy's smile twitched. On any other day that could be interpreted as
But not today. She was sure. She hoped. "Shit!"
tap tap tap.
The voice boomed and left no question of authority. Buffy eased in.
smiling her best Sunny day in California smile, she sat down in the
chair of doom to wait.
"Look, Boss, if this is about that little cartoon I posted on the weather
map, it really wasn't meant as an insult. I mean, shit, people are so
sensitive now days. It was only meant to be a reminder of how dark
you can get if you spend too much time in the sun. Sort of a caution.
A public service message."
Ham Nichols flinched. He had taken all kinds of flack over that one.
Hell, even one of Al Sharpton's people had called and threatened
that it was close to the line.
"No, no that's not it, although if you ever do that again I will fire your ass,
but that's not why I called you in here. It seems our own Max Webster
has been offered an anchor position at FSTV in Washington D.C.
and of course we all wish him our best."
Ham continued, choosing to ignore the sputtering and blinking his weather
girl was doing.
"So, that leaves the anchor spot here open again."
Ham leaned forward, hands folded on his desk, and made sure he had
Buffy's undivided attention.
"We are going to give you another chance, Buffy. A sort of trial run, but
there are going to have to be some changes. First, you have to learn
how to pronounce peoples names. No more calling Osama "that bad
guy in the night gown". Also, we are trying to aim our broadcasts at a
more family friendly audience. No cleavage. No skirts slit up the
thigh, and NO hip huggers that show off the top of your thong."
Buffy nodded, wishing she had been taking notes. She just knew there
was no way she would remember all these new rules. Hell, she was
still trying to process the information that that rat, Max was getting
the recognition and fancy job she should have had.
"I promise. I can do it. Thank you Thank you. You won't be sorry.
I just knew when I saw my ass in the mirror this morning that it was
going to be a great day!"
Ham just shook his head. If anyone else but Buffy had said that, he
would have to ask. Coming from Buffy Summers, it almost had a tone
of logic to it.
"One more thing. Because we are going family friendly we thought
there should be two anchors. We held open auditions over at the
college campus and hired someone that we think has real potential.
I'm sure you two will get along great. In fact we are going to introduce
you both as the new news team on this afternoon's broadcast. We have
five minutes set aside and have been running promos for it all morning.
It's going to be spectacular."
Buffy frowned. They hired someone else? A news TEAM?
What the fuck?