Give What You Get
By: spoiledsquish
Disclaimer: Not mine. If I did, do you honestly believe I would tear Fresley and B/A apart?
Author's Note: Week 1 Challenge of Buffy Survivor. I own nothing. It’s all JW’s.
Distribution: My site, Seductive Web, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don’t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.
Summary: Buffy has a secret to tell Angel.
Pairings: God, must we go through this every damn time?! It’s B/A, what else is new?
Rating: Ummm, PG-13’ish? Let me call up the MPAA and get back to you, okay? Can you hold on, for like, two minutes? *pause* Phone line’s busy, it could take a while.
Spoilers: None.
Timeline: Ummm, guestimate, and then get back to me so I can add it!
“Okay, so you sure you can handle this?” the voice asked.
“Yep, yep. No problem.” Spike answered. “As long as there is alcohol of some sort, I’ll be fine.”
“There’s wine in the fridge from the other night.” Buffy remarked.
“What kind?” Spike asked, intrigued.
“The kind you drink.” Buffy stared him down. “It’s the bubbly so I have no doubt you won’t mind a bit draining our supply.”
“As long as you and Peaches are having erotic bubble baths together, me being liquored up is all it takes.” Spike smirked. “By the way, where is the great poof?”
“Getting dressed.” Buffy sighed, looking down to the beige carpet.
“You two were shagging again? While I was down here, watching Teletubbies with the Lil Nibblet.” Spike retorted.
“Snickers is not a nibblet!” Buffy yelled.
“Is too!” he growled. “That cat has caused more trouble than she’s worth! Why couldn’t you be like a normal person and just buy a damned stuffed animal!”
“Newsflash, lame brain, not normal here!” Buffy shouted. “Just because you are a raunchy old human now, doesn’t mean you can still order me around!”
“If the girl is thick enough to buy into it, why the bloody hell not?!” Spike taunted her.
“Because it’s…tactless and idiotic!” Buffy sighed.
“What the hell is going on down here?” Angel asked, as he breezed down the stairs.
“He/She started it!” they blamed each other simultaneously. “I did not! You did! Stop copying me!”
“Remind me again why we let Spike stay here?” Angel asked his wife.
“Because Snickers is the only babysitter who enjoys him.” Buffy watched Spike scoff. “Besides, it gives us more alone time.”
“Liking that plan.” Angel leant down for a soft kiss.
“Oh, get a room, why don’t you?” Spike ordered. “God, you two are sickeningly sweet to one another. Makes me want to heave. Now, get the bloody hell out before I go ape shit on you two.”
“We’re gone.” Buffy said, pushing Angel along to the door.
“Keep your hands off my hair gel!” Angel called as they slammed the door.
“Always a drama queen til the end.” Spike snickered, and picked up the couple’s photo album that sat on the nearby coffee table. “Married for four years, and still as sickening as ever.”
Snickers hopped onto the leather chair and snuggled up next to him.
“You’re the only one who truly loves me, ya know! With your beady little eyes, and that sweet little face, and…what in the fucking hell am I saying?” Spike pushed her off the sofa. “Stupid cat.”
***
“I’m pregnant.” Buffy blurted out, as they sat down to drink their evening coffee.
“We’re gonna have a baby?” Angel smiled. “Sweetie, that’s wonderful!”
“You’re happy about it? After what happened with Connor?” Buffy asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Angel asked. “What happened with Connor wasn’t your fault. It just…happened. It wasn’t meant to be, I realized that a long time ago. Besides, he has a great family, and he’s doing really well at Berkeley…I’ll be a good father to you and our baby, I promise you that. I don’t plan on leaving either of you, ever.”
“That’s good, cuz we don’t plan on being left.” Buffy nodded.
“I just have one thing to ask.” Angel remarked.
“Anything.” Buffy smiled.
“Can we get rid of that damn feline now?” Angel questioned, and Buffy just laughed.
Some things just never changed.
-Fin
Challenge:
Each week, a challenge will be given which will consist of:
- 3 random words
- Participants must write a fiction of a least 300, but not exceeding 1000 words based on those 3 given
Week One Words:
Bubble-bath, Wine, Photo-Album