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Square Twenty: Wesley stood very still, watching Spike and Xander walk away - watching them grow smaller and smaller. Flinch of Xander's whole body, as he laid out the plan Angel had approved. Flinch and his face going white under the tan - his gaze going flat and dead and...utterly miserable. And Spike snarling silently - getting up and putting his fist through the wall, cursing.
*I don't blame them. Everything they worked for - everything they did - this course of action negates it. Makes it...nothing. But it is something! It was. That won't change - that won't ever change...*
Spike squirmed in Xander's death-grip - turned onto his back and sighed in contentment as Xander edged himself over a little more, draping most of himself over Spike. The bed was more-than-blood-heat warm, courtesy of the electric blanket Spike had called ahead for. He'd also called ahead so that when he and Xander had stumbled in past three a.m., tired and frozen, the fire had been roaring in the fireplace, the blanket had been on high, and the room itself had been toasty-warm with central heating. They'd spent nearly an hour in the Jacuzzi, up to their necks in steaming-hot water. Spike eyed the bright light edging around the curtains - light that was bouncing off of snow. Lots and lots of snow. He'd forgotten how cold snow was.
"It snowed last night and we don't have to get up, right?" Xander mumbled and Spike smiled into Xander's hair - kissed the curve of his skull. "I mean - it's up to the roof and we'll be here for days, right? Under the blanket."
"Yup. Days and days. We'll have to burn the furniture."
*I deserve glowering. Shouting, even. But it's done, it's...all in motion. Had to be done...*
"So - uh - what kind of infestation are we looking at? Corporeal, incorporeal? Death that awaits us all with nasty, big, pointy teeth?"
"Well - it's - er..."
"It's?"
Nathan Cole licked his lips again and jangled his keys as they stepped onto the landing, the attic space opening around them. "It's..."
"Bloody hell!"
"Come on, English. Where the fuck are you?"
No More Snakes and Ladders, Square Twenty, will be posted May 9th
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*I don't blame them. Everything they worked for - everything they did - this course of action negates it. Makes it...nothing. But it is something! It was. That won't change - that won't ever change...*
Spike squirmed in Xander's death-grip - turned onto his back and sighed in contentment as Xander edged himself over a little more, draping most of himself over Spike. The bed was more-than-blood-heat warm, courtesy of the electric blanket Spike had called ahead for. He'd also called ahead so that when he and Xander had stumbled in past three a.m., tired and frozen, the fire had been roaring in the fireplace, the blanket had been on high, and the room itself had been toasty-warm with central heating. They'd spent nearly an hour in the Jacuzzi, up to their necks in steaming-hot water. Spike eyed the bright light edging around the curtains - light that was bouncing off of snow. Lots and lots of snow. He'd forgotten how cold snow was.
"It snowed last night and we don't have to get up, right?" Xander mumbled and Spike smiled into Xander's hair - kissed the curve of his skull. "I mean - it's up to the roof and we'll be here for days, right? Under the blanket."
"Yup. Days and days. We'll have to burn the furniture."
*I deserve glowering. Shouting, even. But it's done, it's...all in motion. Had to be done...*
"So - uh - what kind of infestation are we looking at? Corporeal, incorporeal? Death that awaits us all with nasty, big, pointy teeth?"
"Well - it's - er..."
"It's?"
Nathan Cole licked his lips again and jangled his keys as they stepped onto the landing, the attic space opening around them. "It's..."
"Bloody hell!"
"Come on, English. Where the fuck are you?"
No More Snakes and Ladders, Square Twenty, will be posted May 9th
ETA: More comment ficlettes for
txrabbit. Starts here and goes here and here, fourth one in the comments.:)
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