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Title: Passing the Time
Fandom: BTVS
Pairings: Andrew/Spike
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Andrew and Spike are spending the weekend together. Andrew's bored. Established relationship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Buffy. It's not my toy box. I'm merely playing.
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slashthedrabble challenge 288: Spy
Passing the Time:
Andrew dropped his bag, looking around the room he and Spike would be sharing for the weekend. He tilted his head as he took in the one bed. One bed? Did the girls know about him and Spike? He hadn’t said anything.
Had Spike?
As Spike dropped onto the bed and grabbed a book from his bag Andrew considered asking. Of course the meeting that had sent them all the overseas wasn’t until tomorrow. Andrew tilted his head, a small smile coming to his face as he thought of how they could keep themselves occupied.
“You’re staring,” Spike warned.
Andrew pouted.
Spike peeked over his book and then went back to it.
“Good book?” he asked.
“Very,” Spike answered.
“I’m bored.”
“Then find a way to occupy yourself.”
Andrew rolled his eyes, unpacked a few essentials from his bag and hung up his coat, the entire time aware that Spike was occasionally watching him. Then he dropped down onto the bed, “Meeting’s tomorrow.”
Nothing.
Andrew sighed. Spike glanced over, then back to his book. Andrew looked around the room.
“I-Spy…”
Andrew grinned as Spike cut him off with his lips. Finally!
“I hate that game,” Spike told him between kisses.
Fandom: BTVS
Pairings: Andrew/Spike
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Andrew and Spike are spending the weekend together. Andrew's bored. Established relationship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Buffy. It's not my toy box. I'm merely playing.
A/N: Written for the
slashthedrabble challenge 288: SpyPassing the Time:
Andrew dropped his bag, looking around the room he and Spike would be sharing for the weekend. He tilted his head as he took in the one bed. One bed? Did the girls know about him and Spike? He hadn’t said anything.
Had Spike?
As Spike dropped onto the bed and grabbed a book from his bag Andrew considered asking. Of course the meeting that had sent them all the overseas wasn’t until tomorrow. Andrew tilted his head, a small smile coming to his face as he thought of how they could keep themselves occupied.
“You’re staring,” Spike warned.
Andrew pouted.
Spike peeked over his book and then went back to it.
“Good book?” he asked.
“Very,” Spike answered.
“I’m bored.”
“Then find a way to occupy yourself.”
Andrew rolled his eyes, unpacked a few essentials from his bag and hung up his coat, the entire time aware that Spike was occasionally watching him. Then he dropped down onto the bed, “Meeting’s tomorrow.”
Nothing.
Andrew sighed. Spike glanced over, then back to his book. Andrew looked around the room.
“I-Spy…”
Andrew grinned as Spike cut him off with his lips. Finally!
“I hate that game,” Spike told him between kisses.