TITLE: Secret Santa
AUTHOR: Rilja (golf_clap@yahoo.com) PAIRING: Xander/Spike RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went so I can go look at it. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: Spike, Xander and all things Sunnydale belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Yes! Please tell me if I did good, or bad. SPOILERS: No. SUMMARY: Short Christmas ficlet. Merry Christmas everyone! WARNING: It's a bit strange, but so am I.
It is the night before Christmas and all is quiet on the streets of Sunnydale.
The only sound in the deserted streets is that of a lone figure dressed in red, stalking the streets, carrying a big sack over his right shoulder. A quiet "Ho ho" is all that can be heard over the quiet rustle of fabric as he crosses the street and walks up to an apartment building.
The figure adjusts the bag on his shoulder, opens the door with a small key and slips inside. Once inside he hurriedly climbs the stairs and after reaching his destination uses a second key to open an apartment door and sneaks silently inside, so not to wake the apartments resident sleeping in the bedroom.
He walks over to the twinkling Christmas tree and sets the sack down on the floor in front of it. From within the large bag he produces present after present, all elaborately wrapped and decorated.
When the bag is finally empty he arrange the gifts under the tree, picks up the now deflated piece of fabric and walks over to the bedroom door. He puts his ear against the fake wood and listens to hear if his movements have awoken the human.
When all is found to be quiet, he opens the door and moves inside. He closes the door behind him and looks over at the bed. The man in it is breathing evenly, still deep in sleep. The red suit is quickly discarded and tossed into a corner. Now nude, he clicks on the electric blanket, slides into bed and wraps himself around the warm human who is softly snoring.
At the sudden coldness of the blankets being lift and a body still chilled from the cool winter night sliding in, the human stirs and opens his eyes to the intruder.
"Secret Santa?" He asks sleepily while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Secret Santa." The former red clad man confirms.
"Ok." The young man mumbles and falls back to sleep wrapped in the safe strong arms of his personal secret Santa.
End.
Merry Christmas! Special thanks goes to Marta for being there. My sister for making my writing understandable to anyone other than me. Zusblue and Ditto for their encouraging and heartfelt feedback. Sajinn, Esmeralda, Cimmer, Lazuli and all the other talented writers for inspiring me. Finally to everyone at Nummytreat, over 1000 that must be some kind of record. Happy holidays!
AUTHOR: Rilja (golf_clap@yahoo.com) PAIRING: Xander/Spike RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went so I can go look at it. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: Spike, Xander and all things Sunnydale belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Yes! Please tell me if I did good, or bad. SPOILERS: No. SUMMARY: Short Christmas ficlet. Merry Christmas everyone! WARNING: It's a bit strange, but so am I.
It is the night before Christmas and all is quiet on the streets of Sunnydale.
The only sound in the deserted streets is that of a lone figure dressed in red, stalking the streets, carrying a big sack over his right shoulder. A quiet "Ho ho" is all that can be heard over the quiet rustle of fabric as he crosses the street and walks up to an apartment building.
The figure adjusts the bag on his shoulder, opens the door with a small key and slips inside. Once inside he hurriedly climbs the stairs and after reaching his destination uses a second key to open an apartment door and sneaks silently inside, so not to wake the apartments resident sleeping in the bedroom.
He walks over to the twinkling Christmas tree and sets the sack down on the floor in front of it. From within the large bag he produces present after present, all elaborately wrapped and decorated.
When the bag is finally empty he arrange the gifts under the tree, picks up the now deflated piece of fabric and walks over to the bedroom door. He puts his ear against the fake wood and listens to hear if his movements have awoken the human.
When all is found to be quiet, he opens the door and moves inside. He closes the door behind him and looks over at the bed. The man in it is breathing evenly, still deep in sleep. The red suit is quickly discarded and tossed into a corner. Now nude, he clicks on the electric blanket, slides into bed and wraps himself around the warm human who is softly snoring.
At the sudden coldness of the blankets being lift and a body still chilled from the cool winter night sliding in, the human stirs and opens his eyes to the intruder.
"Secret Santa?" He asks sleepily while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Secret Santa." The former red clad man confirms.
"Ok." The young man mumbles and falls back to sleep wrapped in the safe strong arms of his personal secret Santa.
End.
Merry Christmas! Special thanks goes to Marta for being there. My sister for making my writing understandable to anyone other than me. Zusblue and Ditto for their encouraging and heartfelt feedback. Sajinn, Esmeralda, Cimmer, Lazuli and all the other talented writers for inspiring me. Finally to everyone at Nummytreat, over 1000 that must be some kind of record. Happy holidays!