TITLE: Forever
AUTHOR: Starbux ([1]starbux0318@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG...a little kissing...just to be safe hehe
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMOR: You know the drill...they own them, I don't. Darn. I don't own Krispy Kreme either. In fact, I thank Krispy Kreme for their wonderful fundraising program that allows me to eat as many free doughnuts as I want at church every Sunday. Of course that's not the only reason I attend church. Honest!
SUMMARY: Spike gets legal, Dawn gets grossed out, and the Buffster gets doughnuts--all in one morning. See, I knew these guys were Sunnydale Superheroes.
"Spike Summers? Have you tipped your lid? That's so...poncy!" came a deep, British voice from downstairs.
Dawn rolled here eyes and cranked up her headphones a little louder. Buffy and her new husband were back from their honeymoon, and were now deciding on how to make Spike "legal." Willow was going to do some expert hacking so that Spike could get a birth certificate and a social security number, so that he and Buffy could start off their new life together for real. The only problem was that Spike had to choose a real name.
Downstairs, Buffy paced in front of the bleached blonde vamp.
"Well, do you have any other suggestions? I guess you could always make one up. But then I have to change my last name. William Summers isn't bad." Buffy insisted.
"Yeah, but I go by Spike, Pet." He told his petite wife. "How about something from my roots, like...Ashton. William Ashton. Spike Ashton."
Buffy grimaced.
"Herrington?" she threw in.
"Andrews?" Spike added.
"Thornton?" Buffy thought.
"Thornton." Spike repeated. "I kind of like that, Ducks. Spike Thornton. Knew a man back in the day with the very same name."
"Buffy Summers-Thornton." Buffy said aloud. "I like it. Awesome."
Spike grabbed Buffy by the hand and yanked her onto his lap. She let out a squeal of surprise, but allowed herself to be held captive.
"Hello, Mrs. Thornton." He grinned at her.
"Why, hello Mr. Thornton." She replied.
Spike leaned forward and captured his wife's lips in a kiss, slowly increasing in passion. Buffy wrapped her hands behind his neck, and put more force into the kiss, moving so that she was straddling him on the couch. As things started to get hot and heavy, Buffy took her hand and placed it-
"Gross!" Dawn commented from the stairs. "For this exact reason we gave you Willow's room. She offered to switch with you, Buffy, so that you could have more room...not so that you could make out on the couch!"
Buffy practically leapt off Spike and immediately began to straighten her hair and clothes. Spike stretched out on the couch and smirked at the younger Summers, a look of amusement on his face.
"Breakfast! Who wants breakfast?" Buffy said hurriedly. "I could go for some Krispy Kreme doughnuts."
"Yum!" Dawn said, totally forgetting about the incident. She didn't care that they were making out, it was just fun to watch Buffy squirm. "Grab me a glazed bowtie. Oooh and a Bavarian Crème."
"Will do. Spike?" Buffy turned to her hubby. "What'll it be? Glazed O-pos?"
"Ha ha, Slayer. No thanks. I could sure use a glazed Buffy, though." He smiled, his eyes roaming over her body.
"Spike!" Buffy squeaked, turning red. She hurried out the door.
Dawn laughed when the door slammed. She turned to Spike.
"You're horrible, you know that, right?"
"Of course, Nibblet. Wouldn't have me any other way, though, would you?"
"Nah. You're useful. One of these days you can show me how to get HBO without having to pay for it." Dawn winked and headed towards the kitchen.
"That's my little juvenile delinquent!" Spike called merrily.
References
1. mailto:starbux0318@hotmail.com
AUTHOR: Starbux ([1]starbux0318@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG...a little kissing...just to be safe hehe
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMOR: You know the drill...they own them, I don't. Darn. I don't own Krispy Kreme either. In fact, I thank Krispy Kreme for their wonderful fundraising program that allows me to eat as many free doughnuts as I want at church every Sunday. Of course that's not the only reason I attend church. Honest!
SUMMARY: Spike gets legal, Dawn gets grossed out, and the Buffster gets doughnuts--all in one morning. See, I knew these guys were Sunnydale Superheroes.
"Spike Summers? Have you tipped your lid? That's so...poncy!" came a deep, British voice from downstairs.
Dawn rolled here eyes and cranked up her headphones a little louder. Buffy and her new husband were back from their honeymoon, and were now deciding on how to make Spike "legal." Willow was going to do some expert hacking so that Spike could get a birth certificate and a social security number, so that he and Buffy could start off their new life together for real. The only problem was that Spike had to choose a real name.
Downstairs, Buffy paced in front of the bleached blonde vamp.
"Well, do you have any other suggestions? I guess you could always make one up. But then I have to change my last name. William Summers isn't bad." Buffy insisted.
"Yeah, but I go by Spike, Pet." He told his petite wife. "How about something from my roots, like...Ashton. William Ashton. Spike Ashton."
Buffy grimaced.
"Herrington?" she threw in.
"Andrews?" Spike added.
"Thornton?" Buffy thought.
"Thornton." Spike repeated. "I kind of like that, Ducks. Spike Thornton. Knew a man back in the day with the very same name."
"Buffy Summers-Thornton." Buffy said aloud. "I like it. Awesome."
Spike grabbed Buffy by the hand and yanked her onto his lap. She let out a squeal of surprise, but allowed herself to be held captive.
"Hello, Mrs. Thornton." He grinned at her.
"Why, hello Mr. Thornton." She replied.
Spike leaned forward and captured his wife's lips in a kiss, slowly increasing in passion. Buffy wrapped her hands behind his neck, and put more force into the kiss, moving so that she was straddling him on the couch. As things started to get hot and heavy, Buffy took her hand and placed it-
"Gross!" Dawn commented from the stairs. "For this exact reason we gave you Willow's room. She offered to switch with you, Buffy, so that you could have more room...not so that you could make out on the couch!"
Buffy practically leapt off Spike and immediately began to straighten her hair and clothes. Spike stretched out on the couch and smirked at the younger Summers, a look of amusement on his face.
"Breakfast! Who wants breakfast?" Buffy said hurriedly. "I could go for some Krispy Kreme doughnuts."
"Yum!" Dawn said, totally forgetting about the incident. She didn't care that they were making out, it was just fun to watch Buffy squirm. "Grab me a glazed bowtie. Oooh and a Bavarian Crème."
"Will do. Spike?" Buffy turned to her hubby. "What'll it be? Glazed O-pos?"
"Ha ha, Slayer. No thanks. I could sure use a glazed Buffy, though." He smiled, his eyes roaming over her body.
"Spike!" Buffy squeaked, turning red. She hurried out the door.
Dawn laughed when the door slammed. She turned to Spike.
"You're horrible, you know that, right?"
"Of course, Nibblet. Wouldn't have me any other way, though, would you?"
"Nah. You're useful. One of these days you can show me how to get HBO without having to pay for it." Dawn winked and headed towards the kitchen.
"That's my little juvenile delinquent!" Spike called merrily.
References
1. mailto:starbux0318@hotmail.com