Title: Giles and Spike: The Coming-Home Cuddle
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Having been seperated for a week, Giles and Spike meet up again.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Spike
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Pre-slash.
Author Notes: This is the section that brings 'In Sickness and In Health' and 'The English Patience' into my Demon!Cuddleverse series for real. It accompanies the other 'First Cuddle' stories.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss is the man, I don't even get chocolate money.
The crypt is quiet. Spike is slumped in the armchair- Rupert must have been home for a good two hours now, but he hasn't come to see Spike. Oh, no. "I'm not important," he mutters, bitterly.
"That's not true, William," a tired voice says behind him. "I simply got delayed."
He springs up. "Rupert!" They each head for the other, unfortuantely round oposite sides of the chair. It takes a second or two to sort out, and then they are in each others arms. Spike does his best not to crush Giles, and lets up a silent prayer of thanks that at least one of them doesn't have to breathe.
When Rupert sighs and closes his eyes, leaning against William, he pulls his lover down onto his lap and into the chair. "There, rest awhile, love."
"It's alright, William. It's been a hectic day."
"Journey okay?"
"Yes, fine. The plane wasn't great- I don't like flying much- but the rest was okay. Willow's at Buffy's for now, and will go on to her dorm in a few day, when term starts."
"Did you get what you wanted in England done?"
"Some of it."
"What's not done?"
"Quite the Spanish Inquistion tonight, aren't you? And you're growing your hair long again."
"Damn stright, I am- both. Are you going to tell me?"
"Not just now. I don't want to think about it."
"You'll tell me later?"
"Probably."
"Okay- for now. You eaten?"
"I have," Rupert replies without thinking, and then looks up into William's blue eyes, adding, "I hope that's okay? You didn't have something in mind, did you?"
"Only a takeaway pizza," William reassures him. "I wasn't going to cook for you or anything like that."
They both smile at the memory of a time, in the first year of their long and tourtous relationship, when William cooked for Rupert. It's come through a lot since then, including nearly two years when they weren't sure if they couldn't stand the sight of each other, or wanted to get into bed as fast as possible.
Now he has a soul, they can take things more gently. No agonising over whether they should be doing this at all, no dreading the moment when the Scoobies find out (although even back then, the Scoobies knew things- like Giles' lovers- that they were never told outright): now it feels right, and they can relax, go with the flow. It's hard, but Rupert is free to really love, and William is secure enough to accept it.
"I might in a few days time, though," he adds.
"I shall look forward to it. Can we go to bed now?"
"It's all made and ready for you- but."
"What is it, William?"
"I'm sorry about this, love, but I had no choice if Buffy wasn't going to find out we are, whatever we're doing. I've got to go and patrol with her."
"That's okay. I want to tell her about this revival of our relationship, but not just now. I think it has to be done carefully."
"I'm afraid it does. Well, I'll see you when I come in- but you'll probably be asleep."
"I dare say. Goodnight, William." He rises, and William follows him.
"Night, love."
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Having been seperated for a week, Giles and Spike meet up again.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Spike
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Pre-slash.
Author Notes: This is the section that brings 'In Sickness and In Health' and 'The English Patience' into my Demon!Cuddleverse series for real. It accompanies the other 'First Cuddle' stories.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss is the man, I don't even get chocolate money.
The crypt is quiet. Spike is slumped in the armchair- Rupert must have been home for a good two hours now, but he hasn't come to see Spike. Oh, no. "I'm not important," he mutters, bitterly.
"That's not true, William," a tired voice says behind him. "I simply got delayed."
He springs up. "Rupert!" They each head for the other, unfortuantely round oposite sides of the chair. It takes a second or two to sort out, and then they are in each others arms. Spike does his best not to crush Giles, and lets up a silent prayer of thanks that at least one of them doesn't have to breathe.
When Rupert sighs and closes his eyes, leaning against William, he pulls his lover down onto his lap and into the chair. "There, rest awhile, love."
"It's alright, William. It's been a hectic day."
"Journey okay?"
"Yes, fine. The plane wasn't great- I don't like flying much- but the rest was okay. Willow's at Buffy's for now, and will go on to her dorm in a few day, when term starts."
"Did you get what you wanted in England done?"
"Some of it."
"What's not done?"
"Quite the Spanish Inquistion tonight, aren't you? And you're growing your hair long again."
"Damn stright, I am- both. Are you going to tell me?"
"Not just now. I don't want to think about it."
"You'll tell me later?"
"Probably."
"Okay- for now. You eaten?"
"I have," Rupert replies without thinking, and then looks up into William's blue eyes, adding, "I hope that's okay? You didn't have something in mind, did you?"
"Only a takeaway pizza," William reassures him. "I wasn't going to cook for you or anything like that."
They both smile at the memory of a time, in the first year of their long and tourtous relationship, when William cooked for Rupert. It's come through a lot since then, including nearly two years when they weren't sure if they couldn't stand the sight of each other, or wanted to get into bed as fast as possible.
Now he has a soul, they can take things more gently. No agonising over whether they should be doing this at all, no dreading the moment when the Scoobies find out (although even back then, the Scoobies knew things- like Giles' lovers- that they were never told outright): now it feels right, and they can relax, go with the flow. It's hard, but Rupert is free to really love, and William is secure enough to accept it.
"I might in a few days time, though," he adds.
"I shall look forward to it. Can we go to bed now?"
"It's all made and ready for you- but."
"What is it, William?"
"I'm sorry about this, love, but I had no choice if Buffy wasn't going to find out we are, whatever we're doing. I've got to go and patrol with her."
"That's okay. I want to tell her about this revival of our relationship, but not just now. I think it has to be done carefully."
"I'm afraid it does. Well, I'll see you when I come in- but you'll probably be asleep."
"I dare say. Goodnight, William." He rises, and William follows him.
"Night, love."