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~Part 15~
"Who taught you how to cook anyway? Cause if you don't eat, I don't really see what the purpose is." She was trying to dip her fingers into the melted chocolate on the counter, but he kept slapping her hand away.
"Stop that. You can't eat it before it sets. It'll get all over you. And, I do eat, sometimes. It's just something to do. You can only spend so many decades listening to Dru before you realize you have to have some other hobbies."
"So you chose cooking?"
"Well, I can do other stuff too. You know all this already. Remember all of those late night bonding sessions? Do your algebra."
"But it doesn't make any sense. And when am I going to use this stuff anyway?"
"I have no idea but your school say you will, so get to it." He pulled out one of those little wicker baskets from the refrigerator bursting with strawberries and shuffled around for something else. "Do you know if we have any bananas, maybe some pretzels?"
"Think we have pretzels and if we had bananas I wouldn't tell you anyway."
"And why is that?"
"Bananas are a little to phallic for me to watch you feed my sister. Especially if you're giving her champagne too." She once again tried to get her hands on the goods, but he was too quick for her.
"You have a serious one track mind. I thought it was only teenage boys that thought about sex all the time."
"Look at the people I hang with. We got my sister who if I recall correctly set free a poltergeist with her love making, Anya who throws the word orgasm into every other sentence and Willow and Tara can't really lie at all about what they're doing. Plus Janice and I."
"WHAT?!"
".like to read Cosmo." She rolled her eyes at him. "No, we're not making pornos or stripping or having sex."
"Damn well better not be."
"Come on, would I do that? I haven't even come up with a good stage name yet."
"Do your algebra and I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"What do you think of Bubbles?"
"That's a Powerpuff Girl. Obviously too young. Do the math." He began dipping various pieces of fruit into the liquid chocolate, some then into sprinkles as well, watching her pout. "Oh here. Have your chocolate." He pushed one of the berries into her mouth, grinning with satisfaction as most of the fudge dripped over her chin. "Told you it needed to set." He started to laugh at her scowling and speckled face.
"I hate you sometimes."
"I feel the same way Dawn." Buffy replied from where she was leaning on the doorframe. "Please tell me you didn't make something?"
"If we said yes would that be a bad thing?" Dawn pinched another strawberry between her digits, slipping the goopy fruit into her mouth.
"I'm just not feeling so great right now, kind of just want to curl up in bed."
"You do look kind of flushed pet." Spike walked over and pressed his lips to her forehead. "A little warm."
"I'm always a little warm to you. I'll be ok. Thank you so much for doing this, even though I'm not going to get to appreciate it first hand. It was really sweet." He kissed the top of her head again and she headed upstairs.
"Dawn you going to finish that stuff?"
She'd already gotten a spoon out of the drawer and was scraping at the pot. "Think I can handle it."
"Don't make yourself sick. I'm going upstairs with your sis."
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Put the fruit away when you're done, and rinse the pot."
"Yes evil stepfather. Right out of Cinderella. Next I'll be sleeping next to the fireplace."
"Only if you're lucky."
~Part 15~
"Who taught you how to cook anyway? Cause if you don't eat, I don't really see what the purpose is." She was trying to dip her fingers into the melted chocolate on the counter, but he kept slapping her hand away.
"Stop that. You can't eat it before it sets. It'll get all over you. And, I do eat, sometimes. It's just something to do. You can only spend so many decades listening to Dru before you realize you have to have some other hobbies."
"So you chose cooking?"
"Well, I can do other stuff too. You know all this already. Remember all of those late night bonding sessions? Do your algebra."
"But it doesn't make any sense. And when am I going to use this stuff anyway?"
"I have no idea but your school say you will, so get to it." He pulled out one of those little wicker baskets from the refrigerator bursting with strawberries and shuffled around for something else. "Do you know if we have any bananas, maybe some pretzels?"
"Think we have pretzels and if we had bananas I wouldn't tell you anyway."
"And why is that?"
"Bananas are a little to phallic for me to watch you feed my sister. Especially if you're giving her champagne too." She once again tried to get her hands on the goods, but he was too quick for her.
"You have a serious one track mind. I thought it was only teenage boys that thought about sex all the time."
"Look at the people I hang with. We got my sister who if I recall correctly set free a poltergeist with her love making, Anya who throws the word orgasm into every other sentence and Willow and Tara can't really lie at all about what they're doing. Plus Janice and I."
"WHAT?!"
".like to read Cosmo." She rolled her eyes at him. "No, we're not making pornos or stripping or having sex."
"Damn well better not be."
"Come on, would I do that? I haven't even come up with a good stage name yet."
"Do your algebra and I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"What do you think of Bubbles?"
"That's a Powerpuff Girl. Obviously too young. Do the math." He began dipping various pieces of fruit into the liquid chocolate, some then into sprinkles as well, watching her pout. "Oh here. Have your chocolate." He pushed one of the berries into her mouth, grinning with satisfaction as most of the fudge dripped over her chin. "Told you it needed to set." He started to laugh at her scowling and speckled face.
"I hate you sometimes."
"I feel the same way Dawn." Buffy replied from where she was leaning on the doorframe. "Please tell me you didn't make something?"
"If we said yes would that be a bad thing?" Dawn pinched another strawberry between her digits, slipping the goopy fruit into her mouth.
"I'm just not feeling so great right now, kind of just want to curl up in bed."
"You do look kind of flushed pet." Spike walked over and pressed his lips to her forehead. "A little warm."
"I'm always a little warm to you. I'll be ok. Thank you so much for doing this, even though I'm not going to get to appreciate it first hand. It was really sweet." He kissed the top of her head again and she headed upstairs.
"Dawn you going to finish that stuff?"
She'd already gotten a spoon out of the drawer and was scraping at the pot. "Think I can handle it."
"Don't make yourself sick. I'm going upstairs with your sis."
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Put the fruit away when you're done, and rinse the pot."
"Yes evil stepfather. Right out of Cinderella. Next I'll be sleeping next to the fireplace."
"Only if you're lucky."