FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
WORD COUNT: 496 words.
SUMMARY: Spike struggles to tell Xander that he returns his feelings.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100 Schmoop all the way! Sequel to Buttercup
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
“Xander loves me?” Spike murmured. He sat silently, waiting for the news to sink in. “Xander Harris loves me.” He sounded more confidant. “Someone loves me.”
When he had started the Friends with benefits relationship with Xander, he had never expected to fall in love. It was just supposed to be about sex. No kisses. No extra cuddles. Nothing that could provoke emotional attachment…
Until the morning Spike woke up and realized the rest of his immortal life was standing in front of him, trying to figure out what had happened to his other sock.
He needed to find the perfect way to tell Xander that he returned his feelings.
Love Letter? Don’t want to scare him off with my bloody awful poetry.
A Puppy? Too much like having kids.
This romance thing was a lot harder now than it had been back when he was alive. Back then, dates were limited to fifteen minutes, and a pair of lace gloves were considered a “Good” courtship gift. Now…he was left to struggle.
Dinner? Last time I attempted to cook, I almost burned the house down.
Cookies? See above.
“This is ridiculous” he muttered. “I should be able to write a sample ‘Tell Xander that I love him.” He groaned, wondering if he should just wing it. After all, it would probably sound more sincere.
“You need a name.” Spike commented, slowly getting dressed. “Hmmm…” He smirked. “You’re Shaggy Harris.”
“Shaggy Harris?” Xander questioned. “Am I that sex-able?” Spike choked back a peal of laughter. He shot his lover a sly smirk.
“Shaggy’s best friend was Scooby, the name of your gang.” Spike murmured, still smirking. “Plus you’re bloody cute with shaggy hair and are ‘sex-able’.”
“Whatever you say, Buttercup.” Xander murmured. They sat in silence for a few moments, before he broke the silence. “I don’t think we should do this anymore.” Spike blinked, shocked at what the younger man had just said. Had someone just played a cruel joke with that note?
“Why?” he asked, his voice threatening to break. Xander blinked. “I mean…”
“Because I can’t do the casual sex anymore.” he muttered, beginning to pace. Just as he opened his mouth to continue, Spike shook his head, and held out his hands. Xander gently squeezed, gazing down into Spike’s brilliant blue eyes.
Spike placed Xander’s hand on his chest. While the man puzzled over his lover’s actions, Spike moved their intertwined hands, to Xander’s chest, just feeling his heart beat beneath their hand. Then, he leaned in and kissed Xander’s cheek.
“That was confusingly sweet.” Xander stammered, grinning goofily. “What does that mean?”
“It means…” Spike cleared his throat. “I love you.” He tilted his head, and just barely brushed Xander’s lips with his own. “You can taste just how much someone loves you by the way they kiss.” He leaned in again, and kissed him harder. “Love you, Shaggy.” Xander groaned.
“We’ll work on the pet name.”