Holiday Cheer

Gingerbread

Disclaimer: Heh. Not yet, but tonight's the night. Gonna get me some Buffy boys, just you wait!

Note: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge (http://www.kardasi.com/Advent) - Dec. 24th


"Spike? What are you doing in-- ooooh, what's that? Ow!"

"It's gingerbread, you git. And no touching or I'll smack you again."

"Big meanie. Why isn't your chip zapping you for that?"

"Oh quit whining. It's not like I really hurt you. S'pose I could kiss it better for you, though."

"Errr...n-no thanks."

"You can't possibly be blushing, Harris. For god's sake, you've had my dick in your mouth and you blushing about a measly kiss?!"

"Yes, and thanks so much for bringing it up again."

"...oh really?"

"...not like that! Argh! I hate it when you do that! With that...smug look...and the leer! Stop it!"

"Did you know your eyes get all sparkly when you're riled up?"

"..."

"Out of the way, luv. Gotta get this in the oven."

"...and since when can you cook?"

"S'my mum's recipe. She showed me how to make it when I was...oh, twelve or so."

"...that's strangely disturbing..."

"What, me having a mum? Everyone does, y'know. Well, except for Harklen demons, but that's another story entirely."

"...so...is it done yet?"

"Is it--? Harris, don't be such a bloody idiot. It's been in the oven less than five minutes!"

"Yeah, but...it smells good! Can I at least lick the bowl!"

"..."

"Mmmm...oh, hey, this doesn't have any, like, vampire ingredients in it...does it?"

"..."

"Spike?"

"Hmm? Oh. No, 'course not. Think I'd play around with my mum's recipe like that?"

"Just checking...is it almost done?"

"Don't make me come over there, pet."

"Oh fine! I'll just stand here and lick the bowl. Which, you know, you didn't have to clean out so good. Could have left a few spoonfuls of batter. Mmmm."

"..."

"This is re...Spike? Spike, why are you looking at me like that?"

"..."

"I, um, think you should stop right there, buddy! Spike? Spike! Would you--eeep!"

"Mmmmmm."

"Mrphlmmmph!"

"..."

"Oh! Spike! I liked those pants!"

"Steady now, luv."

"Hey! Watch the cupboards! Geez, this counter is cold! Spike, what are you--eeeeeek!"

"Mmmm...spread a little wider for me, pet."

"Oooh...oh! Spike! T-tongue...bad, naughty places...with the...oh!"

"...like that, huh?"

"Uh! With the...ah! Tongue there! Oooooohhhhhh..."

"...heh. You want me, don't you?"

"Spiiiiiike! Tongue! You...ooooohhhhhhh..."

"...right, wrap your legs around me now, Xan."

"You...tongue...stopping..."

"Got somethin' better for you. Where'd I put the butter?"

"...ah! Spike! Ah...ah...ah..."

"Uuuunnhhhh."

"...oooh..."

"Christ, you're hot...'n tight...oooohhhh..."

"Nnnngh...Spiiiike..."

"...god, yeah...squeeze down again...yes!"

"Oh! S-Spike! Deep...deeper! Oh! Ah!"

"Ungh! Yeah, that's it luv...ah!"

"Aaaaaahhh! Spiiiiiiiike! Uhhhh...uhhhh!"

"Fuck! Ooohhh! Oooooooohhhhh..."

"..."

"Mmmmm..."

"...wow..."

"Mmmm-hmmmm..."

"Spike?"

"Hmmm?"

"...think the gingerbread is done yet?"


Finit