A/N: Wrote this at work. Random plot bunny.
Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or any of the characters.
Old Habits Die Hard
"Why do you smoke those things? Do you know how much tar is gathering in your lungs?"
"I've been smokin' these things for nearly a century, and I don't relaly feature stopping now. Old habits die hard, love. So, from your perspective, does it look like I really care?"
"You should." Buffy scolded, staring disdainfully at the glowing tip of the cigarette.
"Well, its not like they can kill me, now can they pet?" Spike retorted, inhaling deeply.
"I wasn't talking about you; I was talking about me!" Buffy shrieked. "If I die from second hand smoke inhalation, then who will be your sex toy? And don't even think about saying BuffyBot."
Spike thought about this for a moment. There was no way he could go back to that bleedin' robot prototype after having the real thing… Not to mention that Buffy died twice already; he refused to be the cause of the third time.
Nodding to himself, Spike tossed the cigarette to the floor of his crypt, pummeling it out with his boot while Buffy smiled encouragingly, and thinking: Finally! Now he'll have better breath when we make out!