Title: Babysitting Duties 3/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Spike and Xander babysit Dawn for the weekend.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5.
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Prompt #497 from tamingthemuse- Cuirass
Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
When Bring It On ended Dawn begged for one more movie before going to bed. Spike and Xander agreed as long as it wasn't anything like the last one. She agreed only because she wanted to stay up longer. Letting the boys pick Dawn rushed into the kitchen to make popcorn, with extra butter.
"What about A Knight's Tale?" Xander suggested. "It's about a peasant that makes himself a new identity to be a knight."
"If it has the slightest bit of violence I'm in," Spike agreed. He'd take absolutely anything after that snore fest. Spike was actually proud of himself for not falling asleep, though every time he started to doze off Xander would poke him in the ribs. While it wasn't the best movie Spike has seen it would beat a cheerleading movie any day.
When the movie ended Dawn turned to them and asked a question. "What were the knights wearing when they were joisting?"
"A cuirass," Spike answered.
When Dawn looked confused Xander clarified. "It's a breastplate. Spike is just being a know it all." He laughed when Spike stuck his tongue out at him. Spike seemed to always get a little childish whenever he was around Dawn. "Alright, so we watched another movie now it's off to bed."
"But…" Dawn started but was cut off by Xander shaking his head.
"We made a deal, Dawnster," Xander replied.
Dawn grumbled something about hoping that they'd forget. "Fine," she said defeated. "Will you make me pancakes for breakfast?"
"Sure," Xander said with a smile. "Now off to bed."
"Good night," Dawn said and pecked Xander and Spike on the cheeks.
Spike smiled as she headed up the stairs. "Good night, nibblet."
"Have fun making out!" Dawn yelled when she reached the top of the stairs before making a mad dash to her room.
Xander huffed. "Are we that predictable?"
Spike pulled Xander on to his lap and attacked Xander's lips. Xander had his answer. He moaned into the kiss as Spike grabbed his ass pulling him in closer. Spike started to rub his clad lower extremities against Xander's.
"We have to keep this PG, babe," Xander said pulling away slightly. "Not only because of Dawn but I don't think Joyce would appreciate us doing anything more on her couch."
"We could be careful," Spike suggested.
Xander kissed Spike. "We both know once we get going all bets are off. Also you're not the most quiet guy when we're do stuff." He slid off of Spike's lap but snuggled against him. "There's a Rambo marathon starting in a couple minutes. We can gain back some of our masculinity."
"I'm not quiet?" Spike said offended. "I'm not the one that had the neighbors call the cops because they thought you were being murdered!" He pushed Xander off the couch to put the movie in while he got their sleeping arrangements sorted.
Unable to sleep how they would at home Xander and Spike wore plaid sleep pants (both belonging to Xander because Spike wouldn't be caught wearing something like that…ever) and a couple of wife beaters. Spike had to get up earlier than Dawn because he she saw him in these pajama's he'd never live it down.
Cuddling in the sleeping bag Xander fell asleep ten minutes into the movie. His arms were wrapped around Spike. No doubt the one under Spike's body would go numb. Kissing the top of Xander's head Spike turned the volume down a little and enjoyed Sylvester Stallone kick ass and absorb Xander's body heat. His love was perfect.