Playing With Matches
Part Three.
Wren followed Spike to where 'home' was. He unlocked the door and swept his arm around in a big gesture.
"Welcome home, pet."
Wren walked in the door and dropped her duffel bag and garment bags. It wasn't much, but it felt homey, as homey as it could get for a shape-shifter with a vampire roommate.
"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the couch," Spike offered. Wren shook her head.
"I'm not kicking you out of your bed, Spike. I'll take the couch, it's not an issue." Spike shrugged and dumped her stuff on the couch. Wren rolled her eyes and hung up the garment bag on the back of one of the doors, leaving her duffel where it lay.
"Hungry?" Spike called from the kitchen.
"Not really. Thanks for the offer though," she said, switching her hair color to a honey blonde and giving herself violet eyes.
Spike reentered the room with a bottle of beer and a plate of hot wings. Wren had seated herself on the couch and was typing something on her laptop.
"That looks important," Spike observed, not bothering to look over her shoulder at what she was typing. Wren laughed and showed him the screen. It was a video game.
Spike started laughing too. "You play video games?"
Wren looked at him as if he was joking. "Well, duh. I beat anyone and everyone at Crash Bandicoot."
Spike snorted. "Not likely, pet. I'm the best the ever was."
"You care to make a bet?" Wren said a mischievous glint in her now-violet eyes.
"You're on, pet. Loser has to… steal one of Angel's cars."
Wren scoffed. "That's hardly a punishment. That's too much fun."
Spike tossed her a controller. "Fine, girlie. We'll see what happens when you lose."
"Fat chance, Vamp boy." She said; her eyes already glued to the screen.
TEN HOURS AND 23 ROUNDS LATER
Wren was looking at the screen in disbelief.
"You…beat…me…" she said, not trusting her eyes or her ears.
"Don't take it too hard, pet." Spike said, handing her a beer. "You might want to sleep, cause don't you have those demons to negotiate with in a couple of hours?"
"Shit. I do, don't I?" she said, taking a swig of the beer. "Oh, well. Goodnight Spike." She said, shifting into a border collie and curling up on the couch. Spike scratched a bit behind the dog's ears and headed to the bed, before realizing how unfair it was to make the dog sleep on the couch.
"C'mere doggie," he said, patting the duvet. The dog gave him a very Wren-like look and curled up on the bed, falling asleep quickly.
Wren's dog ears picked up the sound of her phone alarm right when it went off. She shifted back to turn it off, and wanted to go back to sleep. She grabbed an outfit and hurried to shower before Spike woke up. She made her hair dark brown curls that looked like those of a singer she greatly enjoyed, with gold eyes. She was wearing a professional-looking skirt and jacket with a headband keeping her curls back.
"Morning, pet," Spike said when she came out, fully dressed.
"Morning Spike." She replied.
"So about that bet you lost," he said with a smirk.
Wren groaned. She hated losing bets.
"What do I have to do, Spike?" she said finally, almost scared for his response.
"Oh, nothin' big, pet. You just have to go on a date with me."
Wren laughed. "All you had to do was ask, Spike. After work tonight?"
He nodded, dumbfounded at her reaction.
Wren grinned. "Shouldn't we be getting to the office?"
He nodded, and they arrived at the office just in the nick of time.
"Wren, Thank God you're here!" Lorne said as soon as the elevator doors opened. "Sebassis is here and he isn't happy."
"Lovely," she said humorlessly, shifting into one of the demons and saying some not-very-nice things in the language. Mind on other things, Wren. Like the date tonight.
She couldn't wait.
A/N: Here's the new chapter guys! Hope you like it. The date will be in the next chapter. :)