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“Spiiiiiiikkkkeeeeeeyyyyy.”
The vampire rolled over in his sleep, trying to ignore the annoyingly chirpy voice that was at his shoulder. He groaned when a hand reached out to shake him, finally surrendering and opening his eyes. “Yes, pet?”
Willow smiled down at her blonde haired lover, enjoying the way his hair looked in the soft light of the room’s only lamp. “I’m hungry and I don’t want anything in the kitchen.”
Spike groaned. “Can’t you make Angelus take you to the bloody store to get something? Its only four in the morning.” He looked over at the smiling face of his Sire, realizing suddenly that what the witch wanted must be pretty awful.
“Nope.” The red head giggled. “I want Taco Bell and he said the only way he’d go is if you went, too.”
“Bloody hell…” Spike sighed, forcing the air from his lungs in a gust. This was worth than the Hellmouth being opened. Taco Hell in the am was something to be avoided at all costs. He looked at his red haired mate, falling into the beautiful depths of her eyes. There was no way he could say no.
“Fine, fine. Lets go.”
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Angel squinted in the ugly artificial light of the twenty-four hour a day fast food restaurant his Childe referred to as Taco Hell. They were the only ones in the entire store save two employees standing tiredly behind the counter. This wasn’t anything like Hell. He had been there, so he should know.
But it was damn close.
“What do you want, luv?” Spike asked, waiting for the red head to make her choice from the extensive menu. What humans needed such a variety of food for, he would never understand. Things had been much more simpler when he was alive, the pubs only served a few different meals most of which consisted of some type of game meat in gravy.
“Two soft taco supremes with no tomatoes and a large drink.” The red head finally said to her lover. She smiled as she felt Angel’s arms envelope her, holding her back against his chest as Spike moved to the counter to place the order.
Spike growled softly, waiting for one of the employees to get in front of the register. He glared at them, watching as one finally sighed and moved to take the order. “Two soft taco supreme with –no- tomatoes and a large soda.” He turned back to his red head. “Is that it, pet?”
Willow nodded, blowing the blonde a kiss much to the amazement of the gaping employees. Here was this little tiny red head, wrapped firmly in the arms of an obviously stronger, older man and she was blowing kisses at this Billy Idol wannabe? The employee in the back shook his head, not understanding the ways of women.
Spike handed the girl at the cash register a five dollar bill, grabbing his change from her with a glare. He stalked over to his lovers, standing in front of Willow and allowing her talented fingers to massage his back. The vampire sighed loudly, drawing the stares of the employees for yet another time. “If they keep staring at us like that I’m going to rip their bloody eyes out of their heads.”
“Sir?” The girl who had rang Spike up called out. “Here’s your order.” She pushed the tray across the counter, almost racing back into the kitchen to get away from the trio and their glaring looks.
Willow grabbed the tray, tossing the empty drink cup to Angel with instructions to fill it with Pepsi. She sighed in contentment, unwrapping the first of her tacos. “What the hell?” She dropped the food in disgust, rolling her eyes. Her stomach was growling at the nearness of the food, but she refused to eat it looking like –that-.
“What’s wrong, luv?” Spike growled, inching closer to her to look at the food that had been ordered. He looked from the half-wrapped taco then at his red head then back to the taco, not understanding what was wrong with it.
“It. Has. Tomatoes.”
The bleached blonde growled, grabbing the tray and storming up to the counter. He glanced around, not seeing either of the employees. “Heeellloooo?” His normally attractive accented drawl rang out through the almost deserted store. There was no reply from the back. “Would one of you stupid chits get your arse up here?”
The employee who had originally rung him up peeked around a back door, cigarette in hand. She rolled her eyes and threw the lit stick out into the back parking lot, storming up to the counter. “Can I help you?”
“Sure you can, ducks,” Spike grinned, trying to quell the demon that was raging for her blood by being charming instead. “You can get your little arse back there and make these tacos with NO tomatoes, like we asked.” He flashed her another smile, the sarcasm in his words palpable in the quiet store.
“You didn’t ask for no tomatoes,” the employee said snidely. She rolled her eyes in a way that made the bleached blonde vampire want to rip them from her head.
“Yes. We. Did.” Spike growled, his eyes flashing yellow. He sighed, letting his demon come fully forward. The scent of the employee’s fear was like a rare perfume, filling the air. “Now fix it.”
The girl shuddered, screaming to the back, “Two soft taco supremes and hold the damn tomatoes.” She backed away from the counter slowly, trying to place as much distance between herself and the vampire as possible.
“Spike…” Willow purred, rubbing gently at her lover’s back. “Put away the game face.” She continued rubbing his back until he had calmed down enough to wear his human mask again. Smiling, she kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Pet, promise me you will never make me come to this bloody place this late in the soddin night again?”
The red head grinned. “Yeah, baby, I promise.” She licked at his earlobe, glaring at the employee as she slid the new tacos across the counter. “-These-,” Willow smirked, indicating the tacos. “Had better be right. Or I won’t blame my boyfriend for ripping your heart out and grinding it up in your little shredder thingie.” She smiled innocently at the frightened girl, winking at her lover before walking back to the table.
Angel pushed the full plastic cup of Pepsi over to his lover, smiling as she sipped delicately at the straw. He could almost picture her doing the same thing over a mug of blood and the images aroused him. There were still two more years until she would join him and Spike in eternal bliss. Until then, he had to sate himself with the knowledge of what she –would- look like –when- it happened.
Willow unwrapped the first of her tacos, checking it quickly for any sign of the little red food she hated so much. Satisified that there were none there, she bit deeply into it, moaning softly with pleasure. She finished it quickly, unwrapping and starting on the second as her lovers watched on in amusement. “What?” She asked around a mouthful of food.
“How does something as small as you eat so quick?” Angel grinned, wiping a dab of sour cream from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. He wiped the digit on a paper napkin, watching as she shoved the last of her second taco into her mouth. “Do you need more? I promise not to let Spike growl at the girl too much.”
Willow shook her head quickly, eliciting some laughs from both of her lovers. “Quite full, thanks.” She wiped her hands on a napkin, throwing the trash on her tray.
“Let me, Red,” Spike purred, grabbing the trash laden tray and dumping it into a nearby trashcan. He smirked, letting the plastic tray fall into the trash along with the wrappers and napkins. Let the stupid chit fish it out of there later, when it was covered in runny, sticky mess.
“That’s just evil, Blondie,” the red head purred, slipping her arm through first his then Angel’s as they walked out to the parking lot.
“Well what do you expect? I am a bloody demon after all.”
“Uh huh.” Willow smirked, winking at Angel. “A demon who gets his kicks throwing trays into trash cans. How scary.” She shivered in mock fear, rolling her eyes at him playfully.
Spike glared at his mate, growling playfully at her. “I’ll give you something to fear, witch. I’ll make you bloody scream.”
Willow squealed, pulling away from the two laughing vampires to run across the parking lot to Angel’s car. She stuck her tongue out at them, watching as they took their time to get to her. Finally, having had enough and ready to get home, the red head called out,
“C’mon Blondie! I thought you said you’d make me scream. Lets get home
and get to it!!!”
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