"SPIIIIKKKKE!"
Spike was up the stairs in a flash, ready for the danger with his game face on. When he saw Dawn standing in the bathroom doorway unharmed, he looked around for the threat. "What? Nibblet, what is it?"
"How many times do I have to tell you NOT to use my conditioner! This is especially for MY hair type. Not your bleached up, fried out excuse for hair."
Spike slid out of his vamp face with a exhausted sigh. "Good grief, Dawn, I thought you were being eaten alive or something. Do you *have* to scream like that?"
Dawn crossed her arms. "Stop dodging the issue. And why do you use it anyway? Guys aren't supposed to care about that kind of stuff. Not like it does you any good, anyway. Like I said, it's not *for* your hair type." Spike walked up to Dawn and grabbed her hand. He ran it through his hair. "Oh, wow. Your hair is a lot softer than it looks." Dawn continued to pet Spike's head like a puppy until they heard a loud 'ahem'.
They turned to see Buffy at the top of the stairs, her eyebrows raised. Spike straightened up and looked a little embarrassed. Dawn grabbed Buffy and pulled her close.
"Here, feel this!" Dawn ran Buffy's hand through Spike's hair. "Isn't it so soft?"
Buffy chuckled a bit as she let Spike's admittedly soft hair slide through her fingers. Spike closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. A low rumble emanated from his chest. Buffy yanked her hand back. "Gee, sorry, Mr. Touchy!"
Spike's eyes flew open. "What?"
"Hey, no need to growl, you don't want me touching your hair, fine!"
"I wasn't growling! I was.....never mind."
"Purring! Spike was purring!" Dawn started laughing hysterically, pointing at Spike in case anyone was wondering what the cause of her glee was.
"I wasn't bloody purring! I'm not an animal. Well, I'm not a cat, at any rate." Spike's bottom lip stuck out in earnest for an impressive pout.
Buffy couldn't resist. "Oh, look at that lip!" Spike cocked his head toward her and they both smiled at the memory.
"Whatever, you're a fluffy little kitten who used all my conditioner up!" Dawn tried to draw the focus back to her crisis.
"Did not! I don't use conditioner. Only girls and poofy men use that stuff. Bet Peaches uses gallons of it, though it might negate that 'straight up' style he seems to go for.....dunno about him sometimes."
Dawn grabbed a handful of Spike's hair, much to his protest. "Oh, right, and your centuries dead follicles just happen to be sprouting soft, smooth hair. Suuuuure."
Buffy stepped between the two, forcing Dawn to release her grip while Spike pouted some more. "Ok, I think I know how to settle this. Spike, you're not a kitten.....you're a tiger. A tiger who happens to have suspiciously soft hair. And Dawn, you can use my conditioner until I go to the store."
"*Yours*? Spike should be using yours. You're both dye jobs, after all. And if you're going to the store, get him some of his own things. Like conditioner. And pop tarts. He ate all the strawberry pop tarts!"
Buffy turned to Spike, her arms folded. "What? I can't help it that I like 'em. Dip 'em in a little bit of blood....." Buffy shuddered in disgust.
"God, Spike, is there *any*thing you won't dip in blood?"
Spike looked up at the ceiling, contemplating the question. "Um, probably. I mean, there are plenty of things I haven't tried with blood. But that's not to say I wouldn't.....hmmm, have to get back to you on that one."
The girls curled up their lips and gave a simultaneous 'ughh'.
"Hey, perks of living with a vampire!" Spike grabbed each girl in a headlock. "And you love it!" With that, he kissed the tops of their heads and released them. He retreated down the stairs, leaving the Summers women shaking their heads.
Dawn leaned in conspiratorially with Buffy. "So, whaddya think?"
"Oh, he definitely conditions." Both girls giggled.
"I heard that!" Spike yelled from downstairs.
The girls giggled some more as Dawn made her way to bed.
Buffy sat down next to Spike on the couch. "That vamp hearing is really something, huh?"
Spike gave her a sideways glance. "Uh huh, another perk of living with a vampire. There's precious little that goes on here that I don't catch."
"I'll keep that in mind. Well, Dawn's in bed, so I'm gonna go do a quick patrol." Buffy put on her shoes, deciding on her sensible sneakers instead of her stylish, yet affordable boots.
"Why don't you let me go, pet? You need a night off once in a while. And I feel a right useless piece of meat letting a girl go out and do all the fighting while I sit on my arse watching the telly."
Buffy stood up chuckling. "This *girl* happens to be the Slayer. It's *my* sworn duty, not yours."
Spike stood up. "Yeah, but I'm offering here. Don't you ever want to leave the slaying to someone else? Don't you just want to take one night and curl up on the couch, watching some chic flick or whatall? Maybe a nice cuppa cocoa.....get all cozy and *not* be drudging through mud and demon guts?"
"Yeah, that sounds really great. But I can't. I can't be a normal girl, Spike. You know that. And besides, I'm not so sure you're 100% yet."
Spike sighed. "It's been more than a week, pet. I'm fine. Better than fine. You wanna go a couple rounds with me, just to make yourself feel better about letting me out into the big bad world? I mean, I can't hit ya, but I can at least show you I can defend myself. Come on, Buffy, I've been cooped up here this whole time. It's unnatural!"
"That's not true, Dawn takes you out on walks sometimes after the sun goes down." Buffy covered her mouth to hide her giggles.
"Oh, you are so going to get it, Slayer." Spike made a playful but aggressive leap for her. Buffy sidestepped and brought her knee up on instinct. She made hard contact with little Spike.
Spike laid on the floor groaning, balling himself into the fetal position. Buffy knelt down beside him.
"Oh, God, Spike. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.....oh, geez, is it bad?" Spike's eyes flashed yellow and Buffy moved back. "Ok, I'm guessing bad."
"Just GO, Slayer," Spike gritted out while holding his groin.
"Um, are you sure. I can get some.....ice or something." Spike let out a loud growl. "Ok, that was SO not purring." Buffy grabbed her coat and eased herself out the door. She heard another low growl before she was off the porch.
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Spike was up the stairs in a flash, ready for the danger with his game face on. When he saw Dawn standing in the bathroom doorway unharmed, he looked around for the threat. "What? Nibblet, what is it?"
"How many times do I have to tell you NOT to use my conditioner! This is especially for MY hair type. Not your bleached up, fried out excuse for hair."
Spike slid out of his vamp face with a exhausted sigh. "Good grief, Dawn, I thought you were being eaten alive or something. Do you *have* to scream like that?"
Dawn crossed her arms. "Stop dodging the issue. And why do you use it anyway? Guys aren't supposed to care about that kind of stuff. Not like it does you any good, anyway. Like I said, it's not *for* your hair type." Spike walked up to Dawn and grabbed her hand. He ran it through his hair. "Oh, wow. Your hair is a lot softer than it looks." Dawn continued to pet Spike's head like a puppy until they heard a loud 'ahem'.
They turned to see Buffy at the top of the stairs, her eyebrows raised. Spike straightened up and looked a little embarrassed. Dawn grabbed Buffy and pulled her close.
"Here, feel this!" Dawn ran Buffy's hand through Spike's hair. "Isn't it so soft?"
Buffy chuckled a bit as she let Spike's admittedly soft hair slide through her fingers. Spike closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. A low rumble emanated from his chest. Buffy yanked her hand back. "Gee, sorry, Mr. Touchy!"
Spike's eyes flew open. "What?"
"Hey, no need to growl, you don't want me touching your hair, fine!"
"I wasn't growling! I was.....never mind."
"Purring! Spike was purring!" Dawn started laughing hysterically, pointing at Spike in case anyone was wondering what the cause of her glee was.
"I wasn't bloody purring! I'm not an animal. Well, I'm not a cat, at any rate." Spike's bottom lip stuck out in earnest for an impressive pout.
Buffy couldn't resist. "Oh, look at that lip!" Spike cocked his head toward her and they both smiled at the memory.
"Whatever, you're a fluffy little kitten who used all my conditioner up!" Dawn tried to draw the focus back to her crisis.
"Did not! I don't use conditioner. Only girls and poofy men use that stuff. Bet Peaches uses gallons of it, though it might negate that 'straight up' style he seems to go for.....dunno about him sometimes."
Dawn grabbed a handful of Spike's hair, much to his protest. "Oh, right, and your centuries dead follicles just happen to be sprouting soft, smooth hair. Suuuuure."
Buffy stepped between the two, forcing Dawn to release her grip while Spike pouted some more. "Ok, I think I know how to settle this. Spike, you're not a kitten.....you're a tiger. A tiger who happens to have suspiciously soft hair. And Dawn, you can use my conditioner until I go to the store."
"*Yours*? Spike should be using yours. You're both dye jobs, after all. And if you're going to the store, get him some of his own things. Like conditioner. And pop tarts. He ate all the strawberry pop tarts!"
Buffy turned to Spike, her arms folded. "What? I can't help it that I like 'em. Dip 'em in a little bit of blood....." Buffy shuddered in disgust.
"God, Spike, is there *any*thing you won't dip in blood?"
Spike looked up at the ceiling, contemplating the question. "Um, probably. I mean, there are plenty of things I haven't tried with blood. But that's not to say I wouldn't.....hmmm, have to get back to you on that one."
The girls curled up their lips and gave a simultaneous 'ughh'.
"Hey, perks of living with a vampire!" Spike grabbed each girl in a headlock. "And you love it!" With that, he kissed the tops of their heads and released them. He retreated down the stairs, leaving the Summers women shaking their heads.
Dawn leaned in conspiratorially with Buffy. "So, whaddya think?"
"Oh, he definitely conditions." Both girls giggled.
"I heard that!" Spike yelled from downstairs.
The girls giggled some more as Dawn made her way to bed.
Buffy sat down next to Spike on the couch. "That vamp hearing is really something, huh?"
Spike gave her a sideways glance. "Uh huh, another perk of living with a vampire. There's precious little that goes on here that I don't catch."
"I'll keep that in mind. Well, Dawn's in bed, so I'm gonna go do a quick patrol." Buffy put on her shoes, deciding on her sensible sneakers instead of her stylish, yet affordable boots.
"Why don't you let me go, pet? You need a night off once in a while. And I feel a right useless piece of meat letting a girl go out and do all the fighting while I sit on my arse watching the telly."
Buffy stood up chuckling. "This *girl* happens to be the Slayer. It's *my* sworn duty, not yours."
Spike stood up. "Yeah, but I'm offering here. Don't you ever want to leave the slaying to someone else? Don't you just want to take one night and curl up on the couch, watching some chic flick or whatall? Maybe a nice cuppa cocoa.....get all cozy and *not* be drudging through mud and demon guts?"
"Yeah, that sounds really great. But I can't. I can't be a normal girl, Spike. You know that. And besides, I'm not so sure you're 100% yet."
Spike sighed. "It's been more than a week, pet. I'm fine. Better than fine. You wanna go a couple rounds with me, just to make yourself feel better about letting me out into the big bad world? I mean, I can't hit ya, but I can at least show you I can defend myself. Come on, Buffy, I've been cooped up here this whole time. It's unnatural!"
"That's not true, Dawn takes you out on walks sometimes after the sun goes down." Buffy covered her mouth to hide her giggles.
"Oh, you are so going to get it, Slayer." Spike made a playful but aggressive leap for her. Buffy sidestepped and brought her knee up on instinct. She made hard contact with little Spike.
Spike laid on the floor groaning, balling himself into the fetal position. Buffy knelt down beside him.
"Oh, God, Spike. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.....oh, geez, is it bad?" Spike's eyes flashed yellow and Buffy moved back. "Ok, I'm guessing bad."
"Just GO, Slayer," Spike gritted out while holding his groin.
"Um, are you sure. I can get some.....ice or something." Spike let out a loud growl. "Ok, that was SO not purring." Buffy grabbed her coat and eased herself out the door. She heard another low growl before she was off the porch.
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