Title: Spuffy-o's
Rating: PG
Summary: Spike and Buffy browse the net. Heh...
Genre: Humor
Pairings: Implied Spike/Buffy
Time Frame: Whenever they're on good speaking terms... oops, never mind...
Status: Just a Standalone, for now...
Disclaimer: Believe me, I wish I owned Spike...
Author's Note: Enjoy!
"Spuffy-o's? What the bloody hell?!" the blonde vampire demanded, staring at the blue, glowing screen.
"I can deal with there being a TV show of my life. I can deal with people liking it and writing stories off it. I can deal with some of the..." she paused, disgustedly "shippers... but..." Buffy said, waving her hands empathetically.
"Spuffy-o's?!" the vampire filled in, "I mean, I know I'm hot and it's no big surprise they want us together, but..."
"Spuffy-o's." Buffy finished, staring incredulously at the screen before her.
"Hey look!" Spike jabbed a finger into the screen, which ensued an argument about the new and, according to Buffy, very delicate flat screen. After their bickering had ceased, they returned to the list of fanfiction titles about their life - available with the click of a mouse...
"Now, what were you pointing at?" Buffy asked resignedly, irritated at Spike's insistence of reading certain fics. He pointed to link and she clicked, idly wondering what had caught his attention, not having bothered to read the summery.
The screen read:
Out on the Farm...
Buffy and Spike get down and dirty at the farm. . . NC-17!
A fic by the SpuffMastaBabe
"SPIKE!!!"
"Wha- OW! Bloody bint..."
Author's Follow-up: Hee, that was fun. Actually based off a review I gave, including the word "Spuffy-o's" (yes, totally copyrighted) and it begged me to write about it... sooo... yeah :D
