Pairing: W/S.. as always
Feedback: Yes, please!
Notes: Got really bored so went to Challenge In A Can (www.dymphna.net/challenge/) and decided to answer this challenge: Willow/Bitter/Shirt
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Willow looked at the shirt on the bed, strewn about so carelessly, and fumed. <Stupid idiot did it *again*! Is it really *that* hard to pick up after yourself?> She grabbed the dark red shirt, shook it twice to air it out, and then stomped to the closet. The redhead snatched a hanger from the closet and after putting everything back in it's proper place, she walked to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of herbal tea to soothe her nerves. Sitting down on the couch with her tea, some Godiva chocolates, and a Nicholas Sparks novel, she smiled to herself. <Wait till he gets home...>
Spike walked into the apartment with a smile. He just had a good fight, which he won hands down. The Slayer wasn't bugging him and it was only a couple of moments before he could finally set eyes on his beloved. "Honey, I'm h-" Before he finished the greeting, his nose perked up. <Is that-?.. Yes, it is. Oh shit!> His ice blue eyes looked around to see if she heard him and he began to slowly back up towards the door, hoping to find escape.
"Wait! Stop right there mister!" The redhead walked up to him and halted her steps about three feet from the vampire who was shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Hey baby! How are-" His charming tone died down as Willow continued to stare him down.
She continued to walk up to him until she was merely inches away from his body, then threw her arms around him. "Oh, I was *so* worried."
He let out an unneeded sigh of relief and returned the hug. "It's alright, luv. I'm here, safe and sound."
Spike never saw the evil grin that was on Willow's face. <Not exactly.> "Honey, what did I tell you before about leaving your stuff all over the place?" She said in a sickly sweet tone.
"Umm, to *not*."
"Exactly, now will you actually listen to me next time?"
"Yes, dear." He knew he was being a complete ponce but it was either *that* or suffer the wrath of Willow.
Willow let out a self-satisfied smile, turned, and skipped to the couch. She plopped down onto it and continued to read the novel.
Spike walked into the kitchen and eyed the bottle of Midol angrily. <Stupid pills. Always takes so damn long to work.>
the end?