Alphabet Magnets
-This idea came to me as I was eating some alphabet soup (go ahead, laugh all you want!) Hopefully you all will like it, it’s just going to be one of those cutesy fics, being that those are the only kind I seem to write well. Reviews would be most appreciated.-
Another giggle filled night, Spike thought as he glanced in at the potentials eating popcorn and watching one of those annoying teen flicks. He wandered into the kitchen to get himself a nice glass of warm blood, his stomach was growling with hunger.
The kitchen, was spotless as it usually was, Buffy did a good job cleaning it up, though he wondered if he were to lift up the rug by the kitchen sink if he’d find a large pile of those dusk bunny wankers that tended to lurk in all the little corners. Shrugging off the urge to look, he opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a packet of blood then made his way to the cupboard where his blood mugs were kept.
“Bloody hell, never a mug when you need one.” He searched the other cupboards and found a nice glass that looked like it was for a martini, couldn’t be any harm in using it and then washing it out right away before anyone noticed.
“You are not using that to drink blood out of..” Dawn said as she walked into the kitchen to get more snacks for the group. “Buffy is going to kill you.” She snatched a bag of pretzels from the counter.
“If she finds out it’s you who’s going to get killed.” He eyed her. “I for one am not going to tell her and if she magically screams at me for it tomorrow, I’ll know exactly who to torture for it.”
Dawn turned around and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” Spike’s threats weren’t in the least bit frightening to her. Getting a glare shot at her, she walked back into the living room and joined back up with the slayerettes.
When he was finished, Spike stood at the sink thoroughly scrubbing the intricately designed glass with Dawn Antibacterial dishwashing soap, which he found kind of cliche. He planned on placing the glass right back where he had retrieved it from and no one, Buffy, would ever find out he’d used it.
“How come you’re scrubbing out that martini glass?” Buffy’s words made Spike jump and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. She had been right behind him.
“Huh? Oh, I um... had a martini, why else would I have used this glass?” He didn’t turn and look at her when he spoke, which told her automatically that he wasn’t telling her the truth. That and...
“We had stuff to make martinis?” She raised an eyebrow. Knowing they hadn’t had anything of the sort just lying around.
“Bloody hell.” He sighed. “Fine. You caught me.” He turned now, facing her. “So now what?” She gave him a look. “You gonna throw one of your witty god awful puns at me? Stake me?” There was less sarcasm in his voice than he had hoped, his voice intonation had actually sounded like questions...with a little mix of fear.
She had an angry look on her face. “No, what I’m gonna do is tie you up, wash your messy blonde hair with holy water, sprinkle finely chopped garlic on your flesh, then I’ll stab you numerous times with a freshly sharpened stake purposely missing your heart.” He looked at her, not saying anything in reply to her plan of killing him. Then she smiled.
“Spike I’m kidding.” She giggled and took the glass from him and placed back in it’s spot in the cupboard. “It’s no big.”
Spike’s expression lightened up a bit. “Of course you were kidding, I mean it’s just a glass, you’d never get that fired up over it.” She had him fooled, that was some bloody good acting she’d just done. And the giggle that follow...totally cute. He loved that giggle. He loved her.
Buffy smiled at him as she walked out of the kitchen, it was late and she was dieing to get a good nights sleep. She plodded up the stairs and changed into some comfortable pajamas and soon climbed into bed.
Spike sat in the kitchen, which was only slightly lit by the light above the stove. It kind of reminded him of his crypt, dim, chilly, and just as boring. Then he noticed some very interesting magnets on the fridge. They were letters, lots of them. Must be Dawn’s.
He stood and walked over to the brightly colored letters and began forming words with them. Vampire, blood, smoke, leather and other typical vampiric things of that like. Then he gathered a hand full of specific letters and formed the fragment “I Luv Buffy” He smiled at her name, god he loved h--
“Hey Spike.” His thoughts were interrupted by Willow wanting to go in the fridge. “Can I get some water real quick?” He stood in front of the magnets, not wanting her to see what he’d written.
“Oh, yeah, sure. Actually, I’ll get the water for you.” Sliding around, he opened the door, still guarding the letters, he reached inside and grabbed her a bottle and handed it to her, resuming his place as magnet guard.
“Thanks.” Willow smiled. “So, whatcha doin’?” She asked curiously, noticing his protectiveness of the fridge door.
“Oh, nothing actually, just standing ‘ere...um...thinking.” Liar. He thought to himself. Oh well, like Red really cared what he was doing anyways.
“I see. Sounds like fun, as opposed to watching Scary Movie.” Willow said sarcastically. “Why don’t you join us?” She invited.
He hadn’t seen that teen flick yet. Honestly he was quite a fan, which he hadn’t yet admitted to anyone. Wanting to see it he replied with yes. “Sure, why not.” Forgetting he was even hiding the words he had formed with the magnets, he followed the red head back into the living room and took a seat in a chair that sat by the wall.
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In the morning, the sun shone brightly. Causing Spike to migrate into the basement temporarily. He hated it down in the basement, it smelled of mold and dust, possibly moldy dust. And he was always afraid The First’s little ghosts would come and talk to him or The Bringers would snatch him from his sleep. What was a vampire to do?
Meanwhile upstairs, Buffy who remained clad in her pajamas, walked aimlessly down the stairs and made her way towards the kitchen where the food lived, specifically her Special K cereal that kept her going.
She yawned, still a little sleepy, but thankfully to have slept as long as she did. She went around the kitchen gathering her box of cereal, a bowl and a spoon. Then she sat at the island. “Milk. What’s cereal without milk?” She thought out loud.
Standing again, she walked to the fridge, about to open the door, she noticed the magnets... “I Luv Buffy” Who could have done tha--- no! Spike! No one else would have spelled out Love ‘L-u-v’ She blushed, not exactly sure why, but it kind of made her feel...weird.
Forgetting about her cereal, she stared at the three small words that meant so much. She loved Spike just the same, Willow knew it and Giles knew it. Hell everyone probably knew it, but did Spike? Buffy could probably never bring herself to tell him. Maybe she didn’t have to.
Sliding her name away, she gathered the letters in Spike’s name and put them in place of hers, forming the new, three, tiny words “I Luv Spike” Buffy sighed and left her cereal out on the table as she made her way back upstairs to change into more lively clothes.
While she was up there, Spike arose from the darkness of the basement and went into the kitchen, that’s when it hit him that he’d left the letters on the fridge. “Spike you stupid bloody git...” He was about to finish his sentence with more swearing at himself when he saw it... “I Luv Spike”
No way, she changed it. Someone had changed it. Please god let it have been her that changed it, hell if it were one of those damn slayerettes he’d gut them, or at least fanaticize about gutting them. He walked over to the magnet messaging system that they’d unknowingly established and began to rearrange the letters again when he felt hands wrap around his waist and a chin rest on his shoulder.
“I see you got my message.” Buffy whispered in his ear. Spike nodded with a smile and turned around, facing her. Only this time he wasn’t showered with fake threats for using a nice glass for blood, but showered with kisses from Buffy. Thank you alphabet magnets.
-THE END-
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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