Part 3. - "Harmony, and the 'yummy sushi' pajamas"
Dedicated to Arashi, for always supporting and reading my stories, for being a B/S shipper as well and for inventing the Spike Lovers Club...with Spike as the only member, ha ha : P Seriously, you're the best, girl!
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Buffy sat on her bed, watching the TV. It was pouring down outside and she was overall pretty bored. Patrol was already over with and Willow was nowhere to be found. She seemed to mysteriously dissapear more and more these days. Of course, Buffy was glad that Willow was beginning to recover from Oz's departure and obviously made some new friends but she kinda missed the old days when it was just the two of them and Xander. But she was pulled out of her thoughts when there was a light knock on the window. She got up with a sigh and pulled away the curtains, only to reveal…Spike!
She opened the window. "Spike? What the hell do you want now?" she demanded, slightly annoyed.
Spike glared at her and crawled through the window, landing on the floor with a thud. His white hair clung to his skull and was a complete mess.
"Bad boy. Dripping all over my carpet!" she lectured and giggled at the picture he made.
He send her a drop-dead-glare. "Very funny! At least I'm not wearing THAT pajamas" he said with a scowl.
She looked down, only to find that she, indeed, was wearing her all-time favorite "yummy sushi" pajamas. She huffed and grabbed a bathrobe from a chair, pulling it around her tightly.
"So, er, what brings you here?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"I need your help" he grumbled, clearly not happy with the whole situation.
"Aha...and what makes you think that I, of all people, should help you?" she mocked, slumping down on her bed again.
"Ah come on, for old hates sake?" he pleaded.
She couldn't help but steal a glance at him as he stood there, all wet and messy and with that darn puppy-dog look on his face. She sighed.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" she asked, trying to sound sincere.
"Me" he tried with a grin and slumped down beside her, making himself comfortable. She wrinkled he nose, eyes wide. "You can't be serious?" she asked in disbelief.
"Of course not Slayer, relax…don't get your knickers in a bunch!" She visibly relaxed and got up. Spike folded his arms behind his head and continued. "Actually, it's about…Harmony" he said, venom and disgust evident in his voice.
"Mmm, what about her?" Buffy asked while going through her drawers, trying to find something to wear.
"She's moved in with me…again! She's covered the walls in my crypt with unicorn-posters and she throws her underwear and other kinds of girly-stuff all over! I feel like I'm walking into "Vicky's Secret" every time I enter my own home!" he whined and leaned further back, now completely occupying her bed.
"Aha…and what do you want me to do about that?" Buffy asked while pulling out some leather pants and a black sweater.
"What do you think? Stake her, of course!" he ordered.
"I don't stake helpless creatures or air-heads. That's my policy." she said and shut her drawer. "Please turn around while I change and NO boots in my bed!" she said sharply.
He sighed, sat up and turned around. "Well, can't you just...scare her a little, then?" he asked hopefully.
She cringed her pyjama-shirt off and pulled the sweater over her head. "Why don't you just do it yourself?" came the muffled reply.
"Cause she's not afraid of her 'spikey-wikey, blondie bear' anymore..." He wrinkled his nose at the mention of Harmony's horrible nicnames. Then he continued. "...She's more respect for you...the Slayer!"
"I guess that's true" Buffy shrugged and discarded her sushi-pants. Then she fumbled around a little with one leg in her leather pants, trying to get the other in there too.
"Slayer, what are you doing back there?" Spike asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Trying...to get...dressed!" she said, as she nearly fell backwards. Finally, she got the other leg in the pants as well. "There! Now, I just need my boots"
"Can I turn around now, pet?" Spike asked impatiently.
"Sure, go ahead" she answered. He did.
"Where are they?" she muttered and fell down to her knees, looking under her bed.
"Now what?" Spike asked, clearly irritated with her.
"I can't find my boots" she mumbled through the matress.
"Over there. In the corner, behind your jacket" he pointed.
"Thanks." She rolled her eyes and tugged them on. "Now I'm ready!"
"Finally" Spike scowled. "Come on." He waltzed out of the door.
"We're are we going?" Buffy asked, after she'd locked the door and catched up with him.
"Where do you think?" he asked. She looked at him doumbfounded and he sighed. "To my crypt, of course. With a little luck, Harmony will be there, you'll scare her and my un-life will become a whole lot easier"
The unlikely couple walked out of the dorm and out in the night.
"Oh. And Slayer?"
"Yeh?"
"I absolutely looooove your pyjamas!"
"Jerk!"
TBC...
© 2001 MysLii
Dedicated to Arashi, for always supporting and reading my stories, for being a B/S shipper as well and for inventing the Spike Lovers Club...with Spike as the only member, ha ha : P Seriously, you're the best, girl!
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Buffy sat on her bed, watching the TV. It was pouring down outside and she was overall pretty bored. Patrol was already over with and Willow was nowhere to be found. She seemed to mysteriously dissapear more and more these days. Of course, Buffy was glad that Willow was beginning to recover from Oz's departure and obviously made some new friends but she kinda missed the old days when it was just the two of them and Xander. But she was pulled out of her thoughts when there was a light knock on the window. She got up with a sigh and pulled away the curtains, only to reveal…Spike!
She opened the window. "Spike? What the hell do you want now?" she demanded, slightly annoyed.
Spike glared at her and crawled through the window, landing on the floor with a thud. His white hair clung to his skull and was a complete mess.
"Bad boy. Dripping all over my carpet!" she lectured and giggled at the picture he made.
He send her a drop-dead-glare. "Very funny! At least I'm not wearing THAT pajamas" he said with a scowl.
She looked down, only to find that she, indeed, was wearing her all-time favorite "yummy sushi" pajamas. She huffed and grabbed a bathrobe from a chair, pulling it around her tightly.
"So, er, what brings you here?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"I need your help" he grumbled, clearly not happy with the whole situation.
"Aha...and what makes you think that I, of all people, should help you?" she mocked, slumping down on her bed again.
"Ah come on, for old hates sake?" he pleaded.
She couldn't help but steal a glance at him as he stood there, all wet and messy and with that darn puppy-dog look on his face. She sighed.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" she asked, trying to sound sincere.
"Me" he tried with a grin and slumped down beside her, making himself comfortable. She wrinkled he nose, eyes wide. "You can't be serious?" she asked in disbelief.
"Of course not Slayer, relax…don't get your knickers in a bunch!" She visibly relaxed and got up. Spike folded his arms behind his head and continued. "Actually, it's about…Harmony" he said, venom and disgust evident in his voice.
"Mmm, what about her?" Buffy asked while going through her drawers, trying to find something to wear.
"She's moved in with me…again! She's covered the walls in my crypt with unicorn-posters and she throws her underwear and other kinds of girly-stuff all over! I feel like I'm walking into "Vicky's Secret" every time I enter my own home!" he whined and leaned further back, now completely occupying her bed.
"Aha…and what do you want me to do about that?" Buffy asked while pulling out some leather pants and a black sweater.
"What do you think? Stake her, of course!" he ordered.
"I don't stake helpless creatures or air-heads. That's my policy." she said and shut her drawer. "Please turn around while I change and NO boots in my bed!" she said sharply.
He sighed, sat up and turned around. "Well, can't you just...scare her a little, then?" he asked hopefully.
She cringed her pyjama-shirt off and pulled the sweater over her head. "Why don't you just do it yourself?" came the muffled reply.
"Cause she's not afraid of her 'spikey-wikey, blondie bear' anymore..." He wrinkled his nose at the mention of Harmony's horrible nicnames. Then he continued. "...She's more respect for you...the Slayer!"
"I guess that's true" Buffy shrugged and discarded her sushi-pants. Then she fumbled around a little with one leg in her leather pants, trying to get the other in there too.
"Slayer, what are you doing back there?" Spike asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Trying...to get...dressed!" she said, as she nearly fell backwards. Finally, she got the other leg in the pants as well. "There! Now, I just need my boots"
"Can I turn around now, pet?" Spike asked impatiently.
"Sure, go ahead" she answered. He did.
"Where are they?" she muttered and fell down to her knees, looking under her bed.
"Now what?" Spike asked, clearly irritated with her.
"I can't find my boots" she mumbled through the matress.
"Over there. In the corner, behind your jacket" he pointed.
"Thanks." She rolled her eyes and tugged them on. "Now I'm ready!"
"Finally" Spike scowled. "Come on." He waltzed out of the door.
"We're are we going?" Buffy asked, after she'd locked the door and catched up with him.
"Where do you think?" he asked. She looked at him doumbfounded and he sighed. "To my crypt, of course. With a little luck, Harmony will be there, you'll scare her and my un-life will become a whole lot easier"
The unlikely couple walked out of the dorm and out in the night.
"Oh. And Slayer?"
"Yeh?"
"I absolutely looooove your pyjamas!"
"Jerk!"
TBC...
© 2001 MysLii