[Disclaimer: Anything Joss created, I don't own. Gee, wow, I didn't know that...]
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 6
by Adele Elisabeth
"Thought of any names yet?" Niamh asked.
She and Cordy had spent the better part of the day at the mall, and were now sitting in a little coffee shop, surrounded by their purchases. Cordy was having hot chocolate instead of coffee, being as how she wasn't too sure if she wanted her baby hyped up on caffeine ('Baby, caffeine, kicking, BAD' had been her hypothesis), but you get the general idea.
"Not really. Angel's adamant that we're not naming him-her Bump, but I think I can slip it in as a middle name while he's not looking." Cordy replied confidently, grinning.
"Aren't you wicked?" the redhead grinned back at her new-found friend. "Owen's a good name."
"Angel almost suggested William, and then gagged when he remembered that was Spike's name."
The pair giggled over their drinks, and the idiocy of menfolk.
"We better be getting back to the Magic Box." Niamh didn't look too pleased - this had been a great day - but even she knew that Angel was a pain in the ass when he got worried - i.e. whenever Cordy was out of his sight for more than five minutes. She didn't want to subject anybody to that for -too- long.
"Blaurgh. Don't think I don't know why." the seer warned as she stood up, gathering her bags.
Niamh grinned. "Wouldn't dare."
"Spike," Angel called. "Spike -- oh. There you are."
The bleached-blonde vampire glared at his grandsire. A tad blearily.
"Are you hungover?" Angel asked, suspicion etched in his handsome features.
"Aren't you the observant one," Spike growled. "Remind me not to ever trust Niamh with alcohol."
"Agreed." Angel - incidently probably the oldest living human, even if he had been technically dead for most of his life - tried not to snigger. "I seem to recall the last time you let her get you drunk..."
Vivid images of finding himself naked except for a top hat in the middle of the city accosted Spike, and he glared anew. "Did you want something, or are you just here to piss me off?"
"A little of both." Angel admitted, now blatantly grinning.
"Get to the point, poof. My head's killing me."
"My heart bleeds. And you're already dead."
"Pedant."
"Lover of sheep."
"I never!"
"Drusilla begs to differ."
"Oh yes, and she's just the very best reference for an intelligible account of the facts..." Spike drawled sarcastically.
"Get over your little hangover--"
"It's a damn great hangover, I'll have you know."
"--and get your arse to the Magic Box."
"Isn't it still light out?"
"You really aren't very observant, are you? Sun went down an hour ago."
Spike grumbled his way to his feet. "I'm coming, I'm coming. And you're an arsehole."
"Glad to be of service."
***
Aww, good ol' vampire bonding. And naked Spikey imagery.
Gotta love being the author. **goes into a trance, picturing Spike nake--okay, let's not go there**
I love all my readers, but -especially- my reviewers (an un-subtle hint)
Adele Elisabeth
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 6
by Adele Elisabeth
"Thought of any names yet?" Niamh asked.
She and Cordy had spent the better part of the day at the mall, and were now sitting in a little coffee shop, surrounded by their purchases. Cordy was having hot chocolate instead of coffee, being as how she wasn't too sure if she wanted her baby hyped up on caffeine ('Baby, caffeine, kicking, BAD' had been her hypothesis), but you get the general idea.
"Not really. Angel's adamant that we're not naming him-her Bump, but I think I can slip it in as a middle name while he's not looking." Cordy replied confidently, grinning.
"Aren't you wicked?" the redhead grinned back at her new-found friend. "Owen's a good name."
"Angel almost suggested William, and then gagged when he remembered that was Spike's name."
The pair giggled over their drinks, and the idiocy of menfolk.
"We better be getting back to the Magic Box." Niamh didn't look too pleased - this had been a great day - but even she knew that Angel was a pain in the ass when he got worried - i.e. whenever Cordy was out of his sight for more than five minutes. She didn't want to subject anybody to that for -too- long.
"Blaurgh. Don't think I don't know why." the seer warned as she stood up, gathering her bags.
Niamh grinned. "Wouldn't dare."
"Spike," Angel called. "Spike -- oh. There you are."
The bleached-blonde vampire glared at his grandsire. A tad blearily.
"Are you hungover?" Angel asked, suspicion etched in his handsome features.
"Aren't you the observant one," Spike growled. "Remind me not to ever trust Niamh with alcohol."
"Agreed." Angel - incidently probably the oldest living human, even if he had been technically dead for most of his life - tried not to snigger. "I seem to recall the last time you let her get you drunk..."
Vivid images of finding himself naked except for a top hat in the middle of the city accosted Spike, and he glared anew. "Did you want something, or are you just here to piss me off?"
"A little of both." Angel admitted, now blatantly grinning.
"Get to the point, poof. My head's killing me."
"My heart bleeds. And you're already dead."
"Pedant."
"Lover of sheep."
"I never!"
"Drusilla begs to differ."
"Oh yes, and she's just the very best reference for an intelligible account of the facts..." Spike drawled sarcastically.
"Get over your little hangover--"
"It's a damn great hangover, I'll have you know."
"--and get your arse to the Magic Box."
"Isn't it still light out?"
"You really aren't very observant, are you? Sun went down an hour ago."
Spike grumbled his way to his feet. "I'm coming, I'm coming. And you're an arsehole."
"Glad to be of service."
***
Aww, good ol' vampire bonding. And naked Spikey imagery.
Gotta love being the author. **goes into a trance, picturing Spike nake--okay, let's not go there**
I love all my readers, but -especially- my reviewers (an un-subtle hint)
Adele Elisabeth