Title: That Obvious
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: Everyone knows about Spike and Xander.
Word Count: 726
Notes: For mysticsoblivion. I'm still trying to write the other pieces, but it's taking longer than I thought. So here's a bit of ficlet schoomp for you.
Like always, the Scooby gang sat around the round table in the Magic Box, researching some new baddie that was threatening the town. Xander’s stomach grumbled and he knew it was time to act.
“Hey,” he announced. “I’m ordering Chinese for pick up. What does everyone want?”
“Oh! Make sure get egg drop soup!” Dawn shouted. “And egg rolls! And those little beefs on sticks! Oh and while you’re at it-”
“Just order everything off the menu,” Buffy teased.
“Dumpling,” Spike said from his perch on the stairs.
Xander jumped, “What?”
Spike grinned at him, “I’d like a dumpling.”
“Dumplings, okay, I’ll add that to the list with the usual?”
“And make sure you tell them white rice this time,” Willow blanched. “I hate brown rice. Not that I’m racist. I just think it tastes funny.”
“How dare you, Willow?” Tara said. “All the rices are special in their own special way.”
Xander rolled his eyes, “Is that all?”
“Yes and thank you, oh great order of food,” Buffy said. “We shall bring you great praises and virgins when you get back.”
“Well, when you put it that way-” Spike snorted, cutting off Xander mid-sentence. “Virgins and women? Who need them? I’m going to go order that food now.”
Xander stood up and went into the backroom where they kept the second phone.
“I think I left my axe in the training room,” Spike said. “I better go get it.”
He disappeared into the backroom too and Buffy let out a good long sigh.
“And here I was hoping I’d get food this century. Why are we here pretending we don’t know what they’re doing in there?”
“Because!” Willow said. “It’s more for them than it is for us. Their relationship is just beginning. It’s hot and wild. On the throes of passion and heat, sneaking behind our backs, doing the nasty when they think none of us are aware, the thrill of getting caught at any second-”
“Okay, Wills,” Buffy said putting a hand over her mouth. “I think I get the picture.”
Willow pouted beneath Buffy’s hand and said, “I was just trying to explain things,” when Buffy removed her hand.
“I think it’s romantic,” Dawn sighed. “They’re so cute together. Oh, oh, oh, and Spike calling Xander dumpling! That was just-” She let out a fangirlish sigh. “I’m going to have to write in my diary about that.”
Buffy wrinkled her nose, “You write in your diary about Spike calling Xander pet names?”
“Among other things.”
“I don’t think I want to know.”
The girls fell silent as they heard the door for the backdoor open. The two came out looking disheveled and sweaty, Xander’s shirt now sticking oddly out of his fly while Spike looked like he just at a pet store full of canaries.
“Your fly,” Dawn said, pointing downward to pull Xander’s attention to the problem.
Xander looked down and blushed wildly. He tucked in his shirt and zipped himself up. Spike just chuckled and stuck his hands in Xander’s pockets. Xander looked startled for a second, but once Spike began cuddling against Xander, he seemed to forget his friends were in the room.
Spike took his opportunity to press his lips against Xander’s. He poked his tongue at Xander’s lip and Xander opened for him willingly. The vampire pressed his tongue in, exploring Xander’s mouth as his dumpling sucked sensually on Spike’s tongue. Only when they heard a long, dreamy sigh, did they pull back.
“This is so going in my diary,” Dawn cooed.
“Does that mean you two are open now?” Tara asked shyly, a hint of blush on her cheeks.
“I guess so,” Xander said, trying not to die from embarrassment and to ignore Spike, who kept grapping his ass through the pockets.
“THANK GOD!” Buffy declared. “I finally have my training room back!”
“Didn’t say that,” Spike said cuddling Xander’s neck. “You know where the Chinese restaurant is, Slayer. Be a peach and get it for us. We’re going to be busy.”
Spike pulled Xander back into the backroom by his pockets and Buffy fumed.
“Fine! I’ll get it just this once!” She screamed at the door more out of anger than expecting them to hear her. “But if this becomes a habit, I don’t care who you’re dating! You’re going to be one sorry vampire!”