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Summary: Xander has a little talk with Spike
Warnings/Spoilers: Beginning of season 5
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Xander tossed and turned on the couch, not being able to get comfortable. Why did he let Spike convince him to buy a leather sofa? Oh right, because he loved him. Right now that was debatable though. He groaned in frustration.
“Groan all you bloody want, you’re staying out there!” Spike growled from their bedroom.
“Come on, Spike, I have to get up in four hours for work and I can’t sleep on this thing,” Xander whined as he turned again only to slide off the couch and hit the floor with a thump. “Damn it!”
Spike was at the door looking at Xander to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself to bad. “You alright, luv?”
“No,” Xander grumbled and sat up. “Why do I have to sleep out here?”
“You know why,” Spike replied crossing his arms. “You stink of garlic.”
“I took a shower! You’re just being a prick,” Xander glared at Spike. “You know this isn’t my fault.”
Spike snorted, “I can still smell it on you. I don’t care if it’s not your fault or not.”
Xander stood up and grabbed his blanket, “It was a Hair-a-bee demon. And it was going after Dawn, so don’t tell me you don’t care.”
“Not a hair-a-bee, a haribea.” Spike griped, “And yes, I know you protected Dawn but you popped the damn thing and got its foul smelling blood all over you. The bloody watcher could have mentioned that it loved garlic. I think he did it on purpose.”
“Giles probably didn’t know.” Xander explained and wrapped his blanket around him. “Now are you just pissed that I got in the way of the garlic demon or do I really smell?”
“Both,” Spike answered honestly
Xander pouted, “Can I have the bed? I can’t miss another day of work this week, Spike. Not if I want to get this promotion.”
Spike heaved a sigh, he knew how much this promotion meant to Xander and Spike was downright proud of him. Xander could be the youngest supervisor ever to work for the construction company. “You sodding owe me.” Spike walked back into the bedroom coming out with a pillow.
“Spike, that’s my pillow,” Xander pointed out.
“I know that, git,” Spike hugged it to his chest. “I can’t sleep without you, so this will have to do,” he said before burying his face into the pillow.
Xander giggled, “You’re adorable!”
“No need for name calling,” Spike glared over the pillow. “I don’t need to give you the bed.”
“I’m sorry, my big bad vampire,” Xander grinned and shuffled around Spike to get to the bedroom. “And I’ll change the sheets tomorrow!”
Spike grumbled to himself and planted himself on the couch, “Oh comfy.”
“Love you, Spike,” Xander called from the bedroom.
“Love you too, Xan,” Spike snuggled into the pillow and closed his eyes quickly falling asleep.