FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 097. Writer’s Choice (Cad)
WORD COUNT: 627 words.
SUMMARY: As Spike sleeps in his arms, Xander reflects on what they are.
WARNINGS: None. S
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Cad-a man whose conduct, especially toward women, is considered unscrupulous or dishonorable.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
As he lies sleeping in my arms, I wonder if he knows just what I’ve heard about him.
William the Bloody is a heartbreaker. The Love and Leave type. He’s left so many hearts on the floor, it’s not even funny. Apparently, those blue eyes can get him into any bed he wants.
How do I know this?
The one time he took me to his bar, I had demon and vampire alike telling me this. And to watch myself because he had hurt them before. I just nodded, and got out of there as soon as I could. Spike was surprised, but admitted it wasn’t my kind of place.
I never thought I’d be able to tame him. He’s supposedly untamable, and yet, here he is, sleeping in my arms, like an innocent little baby.
I should be sleeping. He’s the one accommodating me, with the weird schedule he’s used to keeping. He sleeps at night, and stays inside during the day. Or we’ll both stay up on some nights, and just sleep all day. It’s weird but we don’t mind accommodating each other
He’s less than perfect. It’s always a pain to get him to hang up his towels. Or to put his underwear in the hamper on the rare occasions he wears it. He doesn’t cook and when he tries, he burns everything. He cleans, but it’s always to his standards.
Yet…there’s also enough good to make up for his lack of domestic skills. The way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not looking, That look that says “I’ll die for you. My love is that deep.”. The way he hides red roses around the house, that he knows I’ll find. The way he holds me after we make love.
Yes. I can be domestic, in exchange for all of this. It’s not that hard to wash dishes. Or cook. And he does try. It’s just not his favorite thing to do. Like I said, I accept it.
He moves. I pause. I wouldn’t want to wake him up. He’s so peaceful, and kind of cute. He settles back into my arms.
I should be sleeping. I have to work tomorrow. Slayer training. Joy of joys. Stick the one eyed man in the padded suit. Maybe I’ll just call in sick. It’ll be more fun, staying in bed all day than playing dummy for slayers. While I work as a watcher, I also get in the suit and get pummeled-my least favorite part of the job.
He’s staring at me. When did he wake up? Why is he staring at me like that?
“Why are you staring at me?” I sound uncertain, but the patch is off, and I despise people staring at my empty socket.
“Not your eye,” he murmurs sleepily. “Just thinking how much I love you.” He shifts again, and closes his eyes.
“Staying home today.” I murmur. He opens his eyes. “I’m ‘sick’ aka I don’t want the puffy suit.” He laughs, snuggling closer. I gently thread my fingers through his hair. I love playing with it, since it’s so soft. I readjust the blanket over us. He’s cooler than usual. He closes his eyes, still peaceful in sleep. I grip him tighter, as I settle for sleep.
Who cares what he’s done in the past? I know it’s different with me. It’ll be two years next week.
That’s two years longer than anyone else.
He’s the only man I’ve ever been with. I think I’ve found “The One“. We compliment each other in ways that we don’t quite understand.
And I foresee us together for a very long time.