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Summary: The sequel to "Until Forever". Actors Buffy Summers and Spike Gilbert, along with the rest of the gang, finally make their way to the Oscar's . . . of course, nothing ever is easy in Hollywood.
A/n: The next chappy is here. Yay! So maybe I don't really have anything to say in here . . . that's not the point. The point is, is that I don't need a damn point cause this is my story and my A/n so whatever I want to write, I can write. Okay? On a lighter note, thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews and e-mails, they made my day. And, by the way, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone, no matter what holiday you celebrate. I hope everyone gets everything they've been asking for . . . ahem. (Santa doesn't seem to be willing to get me my nekkid James Marsters. Santa's being selfish, keeping James to himself. Whoa. Ok, that was a whole other can of worms lol . . . I don't write that sort of slashy stuff, only pure and smutty B/S goodness in this one). Not that it's wrong, of course. :)
Anywho . . .
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"I hate you! You're a fucking moron!"
"Well you're just a slut!"
"Argh! That's it!"
The pretty brunette stomped off angrily, clumps of giddy paparazzi and reporters following her after her outburst. The man she had been yelling at, a fellow actor, started gesturing wildly to the remaining flashing cameras, talking about sleazy actresses and bitchy attitudes.
"Another one bites the dust," Buffy said wryly to Spike, chuckling to herself. She took a sip of her champagne, even though the alcohol was restricted to the bar, not backstage. As if anyone listened. Hell, even the announcer had his beer firmly clutched in his hand, plain view of anyone.
The couple had been summoned backstage as they would be presenting awards tonight, probably soon Buffy had guessed. Not together of course, but they had at least been given the chance to present in the same time frame, before both of the awards they were nominated for were to be awarded. At least presenting gave Buffy something to take her mind off of; she was incredibly nervous about the whole nomination.
"What, luv?" Spike inquired, snapping Buffy out of her thoughts. He was referring to her comment about the couple, because he probably had been to busy checking out the scantily clad Kendra Wendon to properly hear her. Buffy took the appropriate time to scoff at the slinky, miniscule dress before she went back to Spike.
"Well, I was just saying that those two are going to be a couple soon."
Spike frowned, looking at the still buzzing crowd over the two arguing actors. He then turned back to Buffy, pausing to knock back his Smirnoff. "Are you daft?" he chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, something Buffy promptly chastised him for with a look, as she adjusted his suit. He rolled his eyes at her, secretly pleased at her possessive attention, before continuing on.
"Those two were at each other's throats."
"Yeah, and?"
Spike sighed. He would never understand women, lest of all Buffy. "If they hate each other, and are always arguing, how could that resemble anything of a couple relationship?" Spike look satisfied with his analysis. See, he did pay attention. But Buffy just shook her head, smiling.
"No way. It's just foreplay. Remember us? Always arguing and bitching, especially at the beginning of filming "Until Forever". Do you remember that, baby?" As Buffy had explained her thoughts, her voice had gone increasingly breathy and seductive as she recounted their mutual hate. Spike swallowed hard as her hands encircled his torso, her liquid eyes gazing up at him; he remembered that underlying passion well, maybe to well.
"Uh, yeah, I remember." Spike choked, calculating exactly how long they had until they were to present. They would only need ten minutes, tops, in the nearest closet.
"All that hate and fire . . ." Buffy grinned, and Spike, through his arousal, had to grin too. Buffy ran a hand up his chest, eyes dropping to his red silk tie. Though they were in a very public place, the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in their own private, sensual place. It always was that was with the two of them.
Spike gulped, gathering his bearings. "Baby, I suggest you stop that before I throw you on that table and have my wicked way with you."
Buffy gasped softly at the enticing image his words presented, but she smiled up at him innocently, the love shining through her eyes the most arousing thing Spike had been faced with; never mind lace and leather teddies. Though there was still something that had to be said for red lace and black leather, clashing together in candlelight . . .
"Really, Spike? Would you fuck me to death right on that table?" Buffy asked breathlessly, her voice hitched. Spike took a sharp intake of breath, sensual smirk sliding over his features. He grabbed her around the waist and buried his face in her neck, nibbling and tickling her. She squealed happily.
"Of course I would pet," he grinned as his eyes met hers. She laughed, reaching up to lay a sweet kiss on his lips.
"My bad, rude man . . ." she whispered, and in an instant all he playfulness of the situation vanished, leaving only static shooting between them. He leaned down to brush his lips over hers, muttering, "Oh yeah, pet. Always."
"Get a room!"
Buffy and Spike groaned dramatically, and turned around to face Xander with smiles on their faces. He had his own grin firmly planted, as he sauntered over to them with a glass in his hand. Buffy scoffed at Xander.
"We should get a room? Please. You and Cordelia usually can't be separated unless it's by the Jaws of Life." Buffy said playfully, and Xander chuckled as Spike nodded his head in mock seriousness.
"True." Xander affirmed. "But see, now's she's not right beside me. It's an improvement." Then he cracked a sheepish smile. "Maybe it's because she wasn't allowed back here, because she's not presenting."
Buffy and Spike laughed, Buffy rolling her eyes at the same time.
"Buffy Summers! You're next!"
The director, in classic headphones and clipboard formula, was beckoning to Buffy and calling her over. She nodded at him.
"Ok, guys, that's my cue. See you later." She waved at Xander and gave Spike a kick peck on the lips. When she pulled away from him, he smirked at her, that wicked little smirk that made her weak in the knees.
"I would wish you good luck but you don't need it," he said lightly, and she could only nod as she tried to remember why exactly she had to leave him now. He smiled self-assuredly at her reaction. She noticed and rolled her eyes, and whapped him softly on the arm before she walked off. He admired the shape of her ass, until he noticed who she would be presenting with.
"Look, ma, it's the wanker," Spike recited as he spotted Angel. Xander laughed, turning to look at the tall form standing beside a petite Buffy, both beside the stage exit. Spike scowled as Buffy laughed at something Angel said, his eyes burning holes in Angel's back. Spike didn't know why but the Incredible Hulk really pissed him off in ways no on else had.
"I really hate him," Spike bit out, and Xander rolled his eyes as he grabbed a bowl of nuts off the nearest table. He popped some in his mouth.
"Maybe it's because he screwed her before you did," Xander said helpfully, and Spike rolled his eyes as Xander smirked evilly. "Shut up," Spike said, but it didn't hold as much malice as it should have.
"Yeah, Spike. You're not jealous." Xander stated, laughing to himself as Spike watched Buffy like a hawk. Man is he whipped. Xander thought to himself. For some reason, he had conveniently forgot the time he had met a ex of Cordy's, and proceeded to punch him for no reason in particular, just for the fact that he had made her cry at one time.
Spike glared at Xander, then relented. "So maybe I am. Just 'cause I love her so much." Spike admitted, and Xander sympathetically patted his friend on the back, nodding knowingly as he munched. "I know Spike, I know."
"Wait, stop pretending you're not as whipped as I am," Spike said defensively, suddenly realizing the fact, and Xander prepared to defy that. But then he just smiled and shrugged, nodding. "Yeah, I am." Spike laughed.
"We turned into bloody ponces, mate."
"I know."
"Is it sad, or pitiful?"
"Ah, well, I wouldn't say it was pitiful. Maybe just a little bit sad. But only a little."
Spike and Xander thought about this, and nodded to each other in agree. They both walked over to a couple of empty chairs, and took a seat in them. Spike reached to the table beside him, grabbing a bowl of chips. He crunched them loudly, causing crumbs to fall on his suit. Xander slurped his beer, as he slouched down in his chair.
"Shit," Spike swore, and frantically wiped them off his lap. Men would always be men, no matter if they were at home on the couch or in an expensive suit backstage at the Oscars.
The two sat in silence for awhile, watching the people around them and taking expected glances at the exposed cleavage or leg. It seemed that boob was a big thing at the show this year, and for this both men were incredibly thankful.
"Hey guess what," Xander said to Spike.
"What?" Spike lazily asked. He could do for a nap right now. He wasn't one for all these Award thrills and frills. He just wanted to get a good meal, go to the stupid after party with Buffy, than go home.
"Cordy's pregnant," Xander said, and Spike nodded. "Nice job," he said, until he realized the magnitude of what Xander said. He sat up straight in his seat. He looked at Xander with wide blue eyes, while Xander just kept on eating.
"She's what?" Spike asked loudly. Xander's face broke into a smile.
"Cordy's pregnant. With my kid," Xander added, just in case Spike was going to ask. Spike's face broke into a big smile. "Are you serious?"
"Yep. Just found out today, which is why Buffy probably didn't know. I just found out a few hours ago myself. I swear, it was one of the best moments of my life when she told me," Xander said softly, face taking on a dreamy quality. Spike slapped his friend on the back, happy for him and for Cordy.
"Congratulations," Spike enthused happily, and Xander beamed. "Thanks."
"Are you guys going to get married first?" Spike questioned, though he knew it didn't matter. Even if Xander and Cordelia didn't wed yet, they would still do it eventually, sooner or later. To them marriage wasn't that important; they loved each other so much that marriage wouldn't be anything but a legal agreement. It was the same with Spike and Buffy, but Spike felt that marriage was something they both wanted right now.
"Nope," Xander asked, as Spike expected. The two were quiet once again, as Spike absorbed the news. He just knew Xander would make a great father.
"You'd make a great father, Xander."
"I hope so," Xander answered earnestly. Suddenly Spike shifted closer to Xander, apprehensive face on his face.
"Does the press know? Maybe we shouldn't be talking about it so freely." Spike whispered, and Xander rolled his dark eyes. "Don't worry, Cordy's going public with it after tonight. So everyone will know anyways."
Reassured, Spike sat back in his seat. Xander looked at his friend with a devilish gleam in his eye.
"So, buddy, how about you? Are you two gonna have some little Spike's running around soon?" Xander asked Spike, and Spike laughed while he shook his head.
"Not that I know of," he answered. But then he frowned. "At least she never told me anything about that." Spike had the urge to run up to Buffy right now and asked if she had made any trips to the doctor's office lately. He himself couldn't remember Buffy complaining about morning sickness or anything. Or maybe she had, and Spike hadn't been listening! Spike really hoped it wasn't the latter, because that was what Buffy always complained about. Spike never listen, yada, yada, yada, blah blah blah. He wasn't sure because he hadn't really been listening when she yelled at him.
Xander laughed at his friend's pensive face. "Good job. She could be knocked up right now and you would never know."
"Shut it," Spike said easily, and then his face turned serious again. He leaned closer to Xander, reaching into his suit pocket and extracting the velvet box. When Xander spotted the box his eyes turned wide.
"Oh shit, is that what I think it is?" Xander asked happily. His question was confirmed when Spike opened the box to reveal a platinum diamond engagement ring, flashing brightly in the light.
"Ow! I'm blinded!" Xander joked, feigning pain as he cupped his eyes, referring to the huge size of the diamond. Spike rolled his eyes, though he was proud. He must have picked out a pretty good one, though he knew Buffy would he happy no matter what he gave her.
"Yeah, this is it," Spike said nervously. Xander noticed and gripped his friend's shoulder in male support.
"Don't worry man, you know she'll say yes. Even if you make a fool of yourself while you're asking."
"I hope so. I'd die if she said no."
"She won't."
Spike sighed as he slipped the box back into his pocket. Xander smiled wistfully. As Spike caught his look, he frowned. "What?"
"Look at us. You getting married, me a father."
Spike nodded, smile on his face. "I know. Bloody hell, what have we got ourselves into?" he said jokingly, and Xander chuckled.
"At least they'll love us when we go bankrupt and grow beer bellies."
"True. When they're willing to have your kids, and spend the rest of their lives with you, you know it's for real."
"For sure, man."
They sat in content silence, each wrapped in their own visions and thoughts. Tonight would be a night of change, it seemed. At least it would be interesting, Spike guessed. Xander broke the silence.
"I better be you're best man," he said seriously.
"Of course. Who else would it be, the bloody hulking ponce?" Spike asked.
"Just making sure." Xander turned his face into a gruff replica of a father figure. "And if you hurt her, or cheat on her, I will have to kill you."
Spike laughed. "No chance of that."
The two shared a moment of understanding, bigger then they could fully comprehend. They had matured somehow, grown older. Their lives were evolving as they did, reflecting their growth and their new priorities. Xander was going to be a father; Spike, a married man. They had moved on to the next stage of their young lives, whether they realized it or not.
Xander let out a loud burp, smiling satisfyingly. "Good one," Spike congratulated, clapping as Xander took a bow.
But maybe some things would always stay the same, no matter how old they became.
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*To be continued . . .
Summary: The sequel to "Until Forever". Actors Buffy Summers and Spike Gilbert, along with the rest of the gang, finally make their way to the Oscar's . . . of course, nothing ever is easy in Hollywood.
A/n: The next chappy is here. Yay! So maybe I don't really have anything to say in here . . . that's not the point. The point is, is that I don't need a damn point cause this is my story and my A/n so whatever I want to write, I can write. Okay? On a lighter note, thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews and e-mails, they made my day. And, by the way, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone, no matter what holiday you celebrate. I hope everyone gets everything they've been asking for . . . ahem. (Santa doesn't seem to be willing to get me my nekkid James Marsters. Santa's being selfish, keeping James to himself. Whoa. Ok, that was a whole other can of worms lol . . . I don't write that sort of slashy stuff, only pure and smutty B/S goodness in this one). Not that it's wrong, of course. :)
Anywho . . .
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"I hate you! You're a fucking moron!"
"Well you're just a slut!"
"Argh! That's it!"
The pretty brunette stomped off angrily, clumps of giddy paparazzi and reporters following her after her outburst. The man she had been yelling at, a fellow actor, started gesturing wildly to the remaining flashing cameras, talking about sleazy actresses and bitchy attitudes.
"Another one bites the dust," Buffy said wryly to Spike, chuckling to herself. She took a sip of her champagne, even though the alcohol was restricted to the bar, not backstage. As if anyone listened. Hell, even the announcer had his beer firmly clutched in his hand, plain view of anyone.
The couple had been summoned backstage as they would be presenting awards tonight, probably soon Buffy had guessed. Not together of course, but they had at least been given the chance to present in the same time frame, before both of the awards they were nominated for were to be awarded. At least presenting gave Buffy something to take her mind off of; she was incredibly nervous about the whole nomination.
"What, luv?" Spike inquired, snapping Buffy out of her thoughts. He was referring to her comment about the couple, because he probably had been to busy checking out the scantily clad Kendra Wendon to properly hear her. Buffy took the appropriate time to scoff at the slinky, miniscule dress before she went back to Spike.
"Well, I was just saying that those two are going to be a couple soon."
Spike frowned, looking at the still buzzing crowd over the two arguing actors. He then turned back to Buffy, pausing to knock back his Smirnoff. "Are you daft?" he chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, something Buffy promptly chastised him for with a look, as she adjusted his suit. He rolled his eyes at her, secretly pleased at her possessive attention, before continuing on.
"Those two were at each other's throats."
"Yeah, and?"
Spike sighed. He would never understand women, lest of all Buffy. "If they hate each other, and are always arguing, how could that resemble anything of a couple relationship?" Spike look satisfied with his analysis. See, he did pay attention. But Buffy just shook her head, smiling.
"No way. It's just foreplay. Remember us? Always arguing and bitching, especially at the beginning of filming "Until Forever". Do you remember that, baby?" As Buffy had explained her thoughts, her voice had gone increasingly breathy and seductive as she recounted their mutual hate. Spike swallowed hard as her hands encircled his torso, her liquid eyes gazing up at him; he remembered that underlying passion well, maybe to well.
"Uh, yeah, I remember." Spike choked, calculating exactly how long they had until they were to present. They would only need ten minutes, tops, in the nearest closet.
"All that hate and fire . . ." Buffy grinned, and Spike, through his arousal, had to grin too. Buffy ran a hand up his chest, eyes dropping to his red silk tie. Though they were in a very public place, the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in their own private, sensual place. It always was that was with the two of them.
Spike gulped, gathering his bearings. "Baby, I suggest you stop that before I throw you on that table and have my wicked way with you."
Buffy gasped softly at the enticing image his words presented, but she smiled up at him innocently, the love shining through her eyes the most arousing thing Spike had been faced with; never mind lace and leather teddies. Though there was still something that had to be said for red lace and black leather, clashing together in candlelight . . .
"Really, Spike? Would you fuck me to death right on that table?" Buffy asked breathlessly, her voice hitched. Spike took a sharp intake of breath, sensual smirk sliding over his features. He grabbed her around the waist and buried his face in her neck, nibbling and tickling her. She squealed happily.
"Of course I would pet," he grinned as his eyes met hers. She laughed, reaching up to lay a sweet kiss on his lips.
"My bad, rude man . . ." she whispered, and in an instant all he playfulness of the situation vanished, leaving only static shooting between them. He leaned down to brush his lips over hers, muttering, "Oh yeah, pet. Always."
"Get a room!"
Buffy and Spike groaned dramatically, and turned around to face Xander with smiles on their faces. He had his own grin firmly planted, as he sauntered over to them with a glass in his hand. Buffy scoffed at Xander.
"We should get a room? Please. You and Cordelia usually can't be separated unless it's by the Jaws of Life." Buffy said playfully, and Xander chuckled as Spike nodded his head in mock seriousness.
"True." Xander affirmed. "But see, now's she's not right beside me. It's an improvement." Then he cracked a sheepish smile. "Maybe it's because she wasn't allowed back here, because she's not presenting."
Buffy and Spike laughed, Buffy rolling her eyes at the same time.
"Buffy Summers! You're next!"
The director, in classic headphones and clipboard formula, was beckoning to Buffy and calling her over. She nodded at him.
"Ok, guys, that's my cue. See you later." She waved at Xander and gave Spike a kick peck on the lips. When she pulled away from him, he smirked at her, that wicked little smirk that made her weak in the knees.
"I would wish you good luck but you don't need it," he said lightly, and she could only nod as she tried to remember why exactly she had to leave him now. He smiled self-assuredly at her reaction. She noticed and rolled her eyes, and whapped him softly on the arm before she walked off. He admired the shape of her ass, until he noticed who she would be presenting with.
"Look, ma, it's the wanker," Spike recited as he spotted Angel. Xander laughed, turning to look at the tall form standing beside a petite Buffy, both beside the stage exit. Spike scowled as Buffy laughed at something Angel said, his eyes burning holes in Angel's back. Spike didn't know why but the Incredible Hulk really pissed him off in ways no on else had.
"I really hate him," Spike bit out, and Xander rolled his eyes as he grabbed a bowl of nuts off the nearest table. He popped some in his mouth.
"Maybe it's because he screwed her before you did," Xander said helpfully, and Spike rolled his eyes as Xander smirked evilly. "Shut up," Spike said, but it didn't hold as much malice as it should have.
"Yeah, Spike. You're not jealous." Xander stated, laughing to himself as Spike watched Buffy like a hawk. Man is he whipped. Xander thought to himself. For some reason, he had conveniently forgot the time he had met a ex of Cordy's, and proceeded to punch him for no reason in particular, just for the fact that he had made her cry at one time.
Spike glared at Xander, then relented. "So maybe I am. Just 'cause I love her so much." Spike admitted, and Xander sympathetically patted his friend on the back, nodding knowingly as he munched. "I know Spike, I know."
"Wait, stop pretending you're not as whipped as I am," Spike said defensively, suddenly realizing the fact, and Xander prepared to defy that. But then he just smiled and shrugged, nodding. "Yeah, I am." Spike laughed.
"We turned into bloody ponces, mate."
"I know."
"Is it sad, or pitiful?"
"Ah, well, I wouldn't say it was pitiful. Maybe just a little bit sad. But only a little."
Spike and Xander thought about this, and nodded to each other in agree. They both walked over to a couple of empty chairs, and took a seat in them. Spike reached to the table beside him, grabbing a bowl of chips. He crunched them loudly, causing crumbs to fall on his suit. Xander slurped his beer, as he slouched down in his chair.
"Shit," Spike swore, and frantically wiped them off his lap. Men would always be men, no matter if they were at home on the couch or in an expensive suit backstage at the Oscars.
The two sat in silence for awhile, watching the people around them and taking expected glances at the exposed cleavage or leg. It seemed that boob was a big thing at the show this year, and for this both men were incredibly thankful.
"Hey guess what," Xander said to Spike.
"What?" Spike lazily asked. He could do for a nap right now. He wasn't one for all these Award thrills and frills. He just wanted to get a good meal, go to the stupid after party with Buffy, than go home.
"Cordy's pregnant," Xander said, and Spike nodded. "Nice job," he said, until he realized the magnitude of what Xander said. He sat up straight in his seat. He looked at Xander with wide blue eyes, while Xander just kept on eating.
"She's what?" Spike asked loudly. Xander's face broke into a smile.
"Cordy's pregnant. With my kid," Xander added, just in case Spike was going to ask. Spike's face broke into a big smile. "Are you serious?"
"Yep. Just found out today, which is why Buffy probably didn't know. I just found out a few hours ago myself. I swear, it was one of the best moments of my life when she told me," Xander said softly, face taking on a dreamy quality. Spike slapped his friend on the back, happy for him and for Cordy.
"Congratulations," Spike enthused happily, and Xander beamed. "Thanks."
"Are you guys going to get married first?" Spike questioned, though he knew it didn't matter. Even if Xander and Cordelia didn't wed yet, they would still do it eventually, sooner or later. To them marriage wasn't that important; they loved each other so much that marriage wouldn't be anything but a legal agreement. It was the same with Spike and Buffy, but Spike felt that marriage was something they both wanted right now.
"Nope," Xander asked, as Spike expected. The two were quiet once again, as Spike absorbed the news. He just knew Xander would make a great father.
"You'd make a great father, Xander."
"I hope so," Xander answered earnestly. Suddenly Spike shifted closer to Xander, apprehensive face on his face.
"Does the press know? Maybe we shouldn't be talking about it so freely." Spike whispered, and Xander rolled his dark eyes. "Don't worry, Cordy's going public with it after tonight. So everyone will know anyways."
Reassured, Spike sat back in his seat. Xander looked at his friend with a devilish gleam in his eye.
"So, buddy, how about you? Are you two gonna have some little Spike's running around soon?" Xander asked Spike, and Spike laughed while he shook his head.
"Not that I know of," he answered. But then he frowned. "At least she never told me anything about that." Spike had the urge to run up to Buffy right now and asked if she had made any trips to the doctor's office lately. He himself couldn't remember Buffy complaining about morning sickness or anything. Or maybe she had, and Spike hadn't been listening! Spike really hoped it wasn't the latter, because that was what Buffy always complained about. Spike never listen, yada, yada, yada, blah blah blah. He wasn't sure because he hadn't really been listening when she yelled at him.
Xander laughed at his friend's pensive face. "Good job. She could be knocked up right now and you would never know."
"Shut it," Spike said easily, and then his face turned serious again. He leaned closer to Xander, reaching into his suit pocket and extracting the velvet box. When Xander spotted the box his eyes turned wide.
"Oh shit, is that what I think it is?" Xander asked happily. His question was confirmed when Spike opened the box to reveal a platinum diamond engagement ring, flashing brightly in the light.
"Ow! I'm blinded!" Xander joked, feigning pain as he cupped his eyes, referring to the huge size of the diamond. Spike rolled his eyes, though he was proud. He must have picked out a pretty good one, though he knew Buffy would he happy no matter what he gave her.
"Yeah, this is it," Spike said nervously. Xander noticed and gripped his friend's shoulder in male support.
"Don't worry man, you know she'll say yes. Even if you make a fool of yourself while you're asking."
"I hope so. I'd die if she said no."
"She won't."
Spike sighed as he slipped the box back into his pocket. Xander smiled wistfully. As Spike caught his look, he frowned. "What?"
"Look at us. You getting married, me a father."
Spike nodded, smile on his face. "I know. Bloody hell, what have we got ourselves into?" he said jokingly, and Xander chuckled.
"At least they'll love us when we go bankrupt and grow beer bellies."
"True. When they're willing to have your kids, and spend the rest of their lives with you, you know it's for real."
"For sure, man."
They sat in content silence, each wrapped in their own visions and thoughts. Tonight would be a night of change, it seemed. At least it would be interesting, Spike guessed. Xander broke the silence.
"I better be you're best man," he said seriously.
"Of course. Who else would it be, the bloody hulking ponce?" Spike asked.
"Just making sure." Xander turned his face into a gruff replica of a father figure. "And if you hurt her, or cheat on her, I will have to kill you."
Spike laughed. "No chance of that."
The two shared a moment of understanding, bigger then they could fully comprehend. They had matured somehow, grown older. Their lives were evolving as they did, reflecting their growth and their new priorities. Xander was going to be a father; Spike, a married man. They had moved on to the next stage of their young lives, whether they realized it or not.
Xander let out a loud burp, smiling satisfyingly. "Good one," Spike congratulated, clapping as Xander took a bow.
But maybe some things would always stay the same, no matter how old they became.
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*To be continued . . .