Spike's Promise
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A silly bit of naughtiness. How Spike kept his promise to Buffy after she died in season six.
"Hey." protested Spike. "I have been keeping my promise. I've been keeping an eye on you guy's, like a hawk. Day and night… well okay, just night, but I have been keeping my promise. Hanging off balconies watching your disgusting nightly rituals…"
"What!" gasped Xander, finally following the thread of conversation. "You've been watching us! At night!"
"Yep." said Spike with a wicked smile, "Like I said, keeping an eye."
"All night?" asked Xander. "Every night?"
"Of course not." said Spike with a smirk. "You guys live miles apart. I can't be in two places at once."
Xander and the rest of the Scoobies sat around the research table in the Magic Box looked relieved, but it didn't last long.
"Oh!" said Spike, reading his reaction. "You mean have I been watching your sexcapades. Well yeah. You're a bit of a slow starter but you get there."
"God!" exclaimed Xander. "That's disgusting. You're disgusting!"
"Well you shouldn't have a balcony outside your bedroom window if you didn't want anyone watching."
"Oh!" gasped Xander, mortified, "Oh!"
"But you think we are good in bed?" asked Anya.
Willow looked embarrassed for Xander.
"You've got some moves." admitted Spike. "But you are in the presence of a master…"
Xander looked up incredulous at Spikes apparent boast; but he continued,
"…You should have a word with the expert over there. Isn't that right Willow? Tara could teach me a thing or two."
There was a smash as Tara dropped the vial she was carrying. Willow's eyes went wide. Spike, very aware of the effect of this conversation continued,
"One time I was her do this move that had Will-"
"Boils." interrupted Willow carefully, "Witches; boils; unmentionable places."
"Hey, I'm just telling it like it is."
"Festering pustules." said Willow her eyes narrowing. "Erupting sores. Do you get me?"
"Yeah, yeah. I get you."