Ouchies
by Hungsta/ Lemming Spike
"Ouch!! Bloody hell Slayer!! Take me head off next time why don't you!"
"Oh I wish Spike! Then I would have
to listen to you moan and groan all night," Buffy retorted as they both
walked into Giles' apartment, well, Spike more like limped.
"What happened?" Giles asked interested, but not at all alarmed at the state Spike was in. His jeans were torn up to the knee, his shirt had seen better days, and he was currently nursing the bump he had gotten when he had walked into the doorframe. Well more like Buffy had walked him into the doorframe. She seemed to carrying most of his weight as they walked in, as Spike had his arm slung over Buffy's shoulders for support.
"God you're heavy Spike! You gotta get on weight watches or something! It's low fat blood bags for you from now on mister."
"Oh friggen shut up!" Spike hissed
as he slumped on the couch. "Ohh god me head!" Spike tentatively
touched his forehead.
"Ohh, owies. Spikey gotsa boo boo."
"Oh shut your gob
Slayer."
Giles just watch the two banter with an
amused smirk, he had gotten used to the two bickering over the months
Spike had been helping the gang with their evil fighting, it was even quite
entertaining at times.
Buffy looked over at Giles and told him what
had happened. "Genius here thought he would be a hero and take on a fungus
demon on his own."
"You could have helped me!"
"Na. What would be the fun in
that?" Buffy said with a leer.
"I hate you," Spike said with venom.
"I hate you too Spikey," Buffy said in
a singsong voice getting up to get a drink from the kitchen.
"And the demon? Was he effectively
eliminated?" Giles asked interrupting them.
"Yup, 'cept of a few scratches everything
went fine," Buffy answered with her head in the fridge, "Do
you have anything apart from too old milk in here Giles?"
"Fine?! Fine?!! I got a bloody huge
gash in my leg the size of a sodding swimming lane and you think everything's
fine??"
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" Buffy
asked innocently.
"URRGGHH!! I can't take this
anymore!"
"Oh all right you big baby, I'll go get
you the antiseptic."
"I'd rather a bottle of brandy,"
Spike mumbled under his breath.
Ignoring Spike's complaints, Giles returned to
his questioning of Buffy, "So you disposed of the body I presume?"
"You may ‘presume’. You can 'infer'
even. Ohh, Buffy used a big word." Buffy quipped walking to
the bathroom to fetch the antiseptic. "I dumped the body in the
woods before I went back to pick up Spikey and then I brought him here,"
Buffy poked her head out the bathroom door, "I don't know why the body
didn't just go poof it's so much easier when they just go poof."
"They're not as considerate as us
Slayer," Spike called out to Buffy.
Again ignoring Spike, Giles went on, "And what did this demon look like?"
"Ech, this guy had a bad case of the
uglys," Buffy shuddered at the thought of the creature, "He was all
slime an stuff not a very pretty guy. Probably couldn't get a date
if his life depended on it."
"Got the hots for him huh, Slayer?"
"Oh do shut up Spike," Giles told
Spike getting up and walking out of the room.
"Ha ha, Spikey got in trouble."
Buffy said walking back into the living room.
"Will you bleedin' stop calling me that
Slayer!"
"Oh poor Spikey dun't like his
nickname," Buffy teased.
"Right!" Spike said as he got up and
grabbed Buffy by the shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes, Buffy in
turn, looked at the hand on her shoulders then looked back up into Spike's
intense gaze.
Suddenly, Spike pulled Buffy into a kiss,
enough to bring a bright pink flush to her face, but as suddenly as it had
started the kiss was over. "…Huh…" Buffy said breaking the
silence.
Buffy and Spike stood in the middle of the
room staring at each other, then both turned and retreated, Spike, back to the
couch, and Buffy out the front door.
Giles walked back into the living room, nose
buried in a book, "Uh Buffy. Is this what he looked…"Giles
looked up to see she had left. "Where did Buffy go?" Giles asked
Spike confused.
"She's probably gone to wash her mouth
out." Spike answered.
"What??"